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feizon · 2 years

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS

warnings: none - !sfw

summary: y/n is a volleyball star who's teammate happens to be obsessed with a certain team's striker. For her friends birthday, she decides to get her a signed jersey but ends up trending because of a specific "encounter".

note: fem!reader x nagi seishiro / (f/v) = favorite vehicle / not proofread

'I can't believe I'm fucking doing this...'

Yet here I was, driving myself in my (F/V) to a football stadium which I swore I would never step foot in since the age of 12.

Despite my better judgement, I didn't really have a choice since I already had a #11 football jersey that need to be signed and a bought ticket which is probably worth my rent right now. I wish I was joking.

"Holy crap- there's barely any parking."

I step out of my vehicle with my (F/C) sweatshirt, sunglasses and black biker shorts as well as my (F/C) sneakers to match. My hood and sunglasses where on to hide as much of my identity as possible, the last thing I need was my face trending all over twitter about me going to a football stadium despite my open dislike for the sport.

I walk in, submit my ticket, enter the actual stadium and finally take my seat in the best row possible. The jersey was in my leather, black backpack which had a volley ball charm and random cartoon character keychains and stickers all over it from carnival prizes. I sit with my arms crossed as I wait for the players to make their entrance. A large cup of (F/D) and a bucket of popcorn by my side to numb my misery for the next 90 mins, it's not like I hate the sport with every fibre of my being, It's actually the fans. If you ask me basketball is definitely superior, second to volleyball, but that's not a conversation people will ever be ready to talk about.

The football players start to walk into he field as the stadium gets noisier by the second. People cheering and chanting as I simply sit down and munch on my buttered popcorn.

'Thank goodness that these people aren't in my line of vision.'

Amongst the teams fileing in, I notice a tall (like really tall) white haired man make their way onto the pitch. I lift my sunglass up slightly and narrow my eyes just to make sure I'm seeing things clearly. He has large gray eyes that you would expect to be full of expression but hold literally not a hint of interest in them. I look down at his uniform and notice the #11 written in large on the back of his jersey, my mouth drops as I realize that my friend might actually be on to something.

"He's actually beautiful, wtf."

I mumble low enough so no one else could here. I quickly snap out of my trance as the voices of the crowd screaming snap me back to reality. A sudden pit of nervousness could be felt in my stomach as my eyes continue to follow his every move. For a split second, I notice him looking towards my direction as I pull the drawstrings of my hoodie to hide myself from embarrassment.

'Ok.. so maybe this might be A LOT harder to do than I thought. Should of just bought a signed jersey on Amazon.'

The match finally ends with the screaming of fans from my side of the stadium as the counter finally hits 90:00. My mouth dropped, TO. THE. GROUND. As I try to process wtf just happened. A specific athlete managed to score the winning goal within the last 3 min, made 4 goals beforehand and manages to look as if what he did was normal. Anyone could tell that I was visibly shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins simply by watching.

'THAT WAS SO- THAT WAS SO-'

I didn't know if it was my speechlessness or the running of a bunch of fans, trying to get a closer look at the winning team, that caused me to stutter so much. I blink a few times before I grab all my things and run just as quickly as them towards the same direction. The set up was like the one you would see in concerts, silver railing that reached just above my torso and many others to prevent fans from getting any closer.

I quickly grab the jersey from the safety of my backpack as I noticed a specific player about to enter my line of sight.

'I will get this signature, EVEN IF ITS KILLS ME!!'

But as if my motivation was some sort of sin, one of the many fans begins to constantly nudge me in the shoulder with her elbow as another does the same on the other side of where I stood. I lightly curse to myself as I begin to nudge them back. The nudging escalated until I was shoved forward harshly, causing the cheap railing to break, my hood and glasses falling off in the process as well. I close my eyes shut as I await to be greeted by the cold, hard floor. But to my surprise, (probably not yours lol) I don't. And it scares the shit out of me more.

I quickly cling to the piece of fabric shielding my face from a very toned chest as I feel a gentle set of arms wrap around my shoulders. I internally shudder at the sudden context as I mentally curse myself out, the grip on the jersey long gone as I finally find the courage to look up at the person who saved me from becoming the next meme of the month.

I'm met with a pair of gorgeous grey eyes, opened wide probably because of the sudden reveal of my identity or the quality of the railing.

'Kill me now.'

I give him a nervous close-eyed smile as his eyes casts over to the now wrinkled #11 jersey on the floor, his brows furrowed in the process.

"Haha, you wouldn't mind signing that right? It for a friend yk..."

@feizon

#nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x you #fem reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #nagi fluff #fluff #nagi x y/n

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elaho · 1 year

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It’s been almost 6 years since I’ve touched my humanized Bionicle artwork, but looking back, I think that time away was necessary to help me refine and focus my vision for this project, especially in character design.

I’ve felt an incredible surge of inspiration after watching playthroughs of Tears of the Kingdom (and seeing their FANTASIC costumes and characters!), and so decided to re-do Hale’s character design and basic outfit.

Hale (”Hah-leh”), like all villagers on the Island, are human with augmented abilities thanks to the mechanical implants within their bodies. These implants, powered by Liquid Crystal, becomes a source of power for them - enabling them to live immortal lives (i.e. not death by age), as well as provides unique access to their tribal element, though limited.

However, there are drawbacks to these abilities. Villagers cannot age - either physically or mentally - and are essentially “stuck” in the developmental stage when they received their implants. Because of this, all villagers are roughly between the ages of 12-14, are incapable of reproduction (though they can still have feelings of innocent love and romance for each other), and cannot mentally process events the same way an adult would, hence their need for guidance and protection.

More Details about the Design:

Long Hair - All Toronaiga (”Water Villagers”) must have hair that reaches at least the shoulders, with two long pieces hanging in front of the ears at all times. For Toronaiga, long flowing hair is representative of the connection each water villager has to both the island’s waters (front hair pieces) and her people (back of head).

Having hair longer than shoulder-length is a personal preference, but due to the high level of upkeep longer hair demands, the majority of long-haired villagers are either wealthy or hold high position of authority within the tribe. Layers are uncommon for a style choice, and are often indicative of severance rituals involving hair-cutting (temporary exile, funerals, etc.)

Heart Light (”Crystal Core”) - The front part of the biomechanical implant within all Toronai (villagers), the Crystal Core (a temporary name until I think of a better one lol) indicates the level of liquid crystal synthesized within the body:

Yellow light: High levels (enables all crystalline functions)

Orange light: Moderate levels (operational, though some crystalline functions reduced to maintain basic abilities)

Red light: Danger levels (severe reduction of all crystalline functions, the body is extremely susceptible to illness or injuries)

No light (black): Death (all crystalline functions ceased- the body cannot function for long on its own and death becomes imminent)

The Toronai body is largely dependent on synthesized crystal to live, which can only occur when Liquid Crystal is injected into the mechanical device implanted into the spine. Without sufficient amounts of synthesized crystal, a Toronai becomes extremely weak and highly susceptible to injury or illnesses, resulting in death. More on this later :)

Career Band- A woven band indicating what position each member hold within the tribe. Bands are woven by hand and are often decorated with beads, each weave representing a particular field or specialty.

Career bands worn on the left arm represent security or establishment in a particular field or position.

Career bands worn on the right arm represent probation, often worn by those who have been re-introduced into the tribe after a period of temporary exile. Usually, those with right-arm-bands are given menial tasks, low-level assistant jobs, or hard-labour as a way of working their way back into their society after their expulsion.

Wrist Guards/Shin Guards - Toronaiga society is largely dependent on physical labour to maintain its basic structure. Activities such as fishing, crafting, and sailing are a daily necessity, and nearly every villager participates to some degree in these tasks throughout the day.

Shin guards and wrist guards help mitigate the risk of physical injury or strain from these repetitive activities.

Macrame Mandala(s) - A highly personalized representation of each Toronaiga, detailing her name, personality, accomplishments, and life history within the weaves and twists of the the threads. All three mandalas bare the exact same pattern.

At death, all three mandalas are removed and used as part of the funeral ritual:

- The first is buried with the dead underwater,

- The second one is woven into the tapestry atop the Sacred Mountain, and

- The largest one is unraveled and re-woven into the tribe’s fishing nets.

Seaweed Shorts - Though not the only type of bottoms Toronaiga will wear, seaweed clothing is the cheapest and easiest to make, and is often indicative of status. Though seaweed throughout the island come in a variety of shapes and colours, Hale’s seaweed shorts have been dyed blue.

This coincides with the Law of Elemental Distinction, meaning a tribe member cannot wear less than 70% of their elementally-associated colour at any given time. For Toronaiga, the elementally-assigned colour for water is blue.

#bionicle #humanized bionicle #humanization #bionicle au #bionicle hahli #the halfway project #matoran #toronaiga #water village #character design #world building #story lore #concept art #portfolio 2023

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internetgiraffekid1673 · 1 month

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Michael Darling Through the Ages:

Finally finishing off the Darlings with this post and making it so painfully obvious that I'm color coding these characters that I will assume you lack color vision if you miss it. This is post number 4 for this project! I am making a crossover for Peter Pan, Milo and the Phantom Tollbooth, Alice in Wonderland, and The Wizard of Oz. The story will focus on all the main characters from these stories moving to the same town and going to school and having fantastical adventures together.

More info and non-formatted drawings under the cut. Posts for Alice, Wendy, and John.

Chicken Scratch Translation (in the order the boxes should be read):

[Neverland Era. Age: 6. Source: Portraits in the Darling residence]

[Notes: a very sweet young child with a lot of energy and a big imagination. He might not come up with a lot of ideas or plans on his own, but he fully throws himself into whatever the current game is.]

[Chill Jock Era. Age: 13. Source: School yearbook photos]

[Notes: Star of the field hockey team (which he had to start). While he's a very talented player, he happy to run support and/or let others do the strategizing. He's a very matter of fact kind of kid who deals with the facts as they come. . . Although he is still a 13 year old boy.]

[Museum Curator Era. Age: 30. Source: Professional Website Photo]

[Notes: Michael discovered his love for learning about other cultures quite young and has since discovered that material preservation and keeping physical evidence of their cultures alive was quite important to him. While his perpetual baby face makes it look worse than it is, he is still impressively young for his career choice.]

AU Info:

This is a modern!AU taking place somewhere between the 90s and the 2010s

The AU takes place in America, mostly because I am an American and will have an easier time that way. That said, Alice and the Darlings were still originally located in England and relocated to America sometime after their original adventures. Dorothy is from Kansas and Milo is from Indeterminate American Suburbia.

The school is 7-12. During the time of the story, Michael and Alice are 8th graders, John and Milo are sophomores, and Wendy and Dorothy are seniors.

I am using book canon for Alice in Wonderland (I will be using both Looking Glass Land and Wonderland) and for Milo and the Phantom Tollbooth. I'm using Warner Bros Movie canon for The Wizard of Oz. I'm using primarily Disney movie canon for Peter Pan, but will be taking elements from the boon and the stageplay as I see fit.

The story will be equal parts high school AU , focusing on their mundane adventures, and fantastical story, and all of the original Magical Otherworlds will be featured.

While this will be a gen fic, ships will appear! Wendy and Dorothy are both some kind of sapphic and will be shipped (they don't really know their own sexualities, but they do know they like girls). John is gay and Milo is aspec (exact variety as of yet undetermined) and will be shipped in an aspec way. Michael and Alice will stay single, but Michael is straight and Alice is pan.

These information files exist in universe! Who made them? That's my secret! >:)

Other Notes:

I can do what I want. The Darlings are 1/4 Japanese from their maternal grandmother.

While I tried to extrapolate the kids' future jobs and interests from their stories, Michael is unfortunately too young to profile. He carries a teddy bear and really likes Nana, so I was going to give him an animal related profession, but I changed my mind and decided to do something dumb instead. Type Michael Darling into a search engine and see if you can figure it out.

Unformatted versions:

#Project: The CrossRoads #giraffe's ramblings #my art #fanart #Peter Pan fanart #Michael Darling fanart #which isn't a tag because NOBODY cares about this child but me #Peter Pan #peter pan crossover #Peter Pan fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #crossover #michael darling #i am very curious if that tag will attract anyone who isn't supposed to be here #if it does #hi hello i'm sorry that every search you make is probably like this #you know who you are #digital art #highschool au #modern au #i again expect this to stay a 0 note post #but some Peter Pan fanart nut surprised me last time so we'll see what happens #sorry for rambling in the tags again #but it's me and ya'll should know by now that this is just what i do #also i have no idea who the hypothetical you i'm talking to is since all these posts have like 2 notes and it's different people every time #but i digress

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toasecretsanta · 2 years

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Together

Match: @heresronnie21 Prompt: Sunflower siblings tea party Relevant warnings: Gen Written by: @sierice

“Are you okay?”

Lester frowned. “Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?”

Because they were one day away from facing Nero once and for all. Because sooner or later, Apollo would have to face Python himself and regain his godhood.

“Because you’re sitting in a field of strawberries and having a tea party like you’re Alice in Wonderland.”

Hello! This is my attempt at TOA Secret Santa 2022 (ty heresronnie21 for the prompts!), set in chapter 12 of TON, where Meg and Apollo have their conversation about going to Nero's lair the next day, except I've dragged out that conversation to about 6 extra pages worth of indecision. I hope you enjoy!

Apollo sat near Hestia’s hearth, mulling over the conversation he had had with Meg just an hour or two ago. Nobody seemed to mind him sitting there. Or well, it would be more accurate to say that nobody had noticed him there.

Imagine that. A year ago, him coming to Camp Half Blood would have been the highlight of the year. It might’ve even come in the Olympian newspapers that day! But, well, when one is Lester Papadopoulos, Apollo had found, it was a very easy thing to be ignored.

“I have to go back. I have to see if I’m strong enough.”

“Maybe I’ve gotten stronger. But when I go back to the palace, will it be enough? Can I remember to be who I am now and not…who I was then?”

Well, that was the million dollar question here, wasn’t it? Would Meg be able to stay true to herself, even when faced with her horrible past head on? Would she be able to handle that toxic environment once again?

(Honestly, didn’t the same question apply to Apollo himself? Could he stay true to his promise if once he got back to Olympus? Could he remember what it was like to be a human?)

“Keep quiet.” Apollo muttered to himself, moodily fidgeting with a blade of grass. You know, this was why he liked Hestia’s hearth. At least it didn’t throw infuriatingly valid questions at him. Or, at least, most of the time.

“You know, talking to yourself is usually not a good sign, mentally speaking.”

Apollo jerked up, and he could’ve sworn that his powers had made a brief comeback with how high he had jumped.

“D-Dionysus?”

“What, do I look like anyone else?”

Considering the form he was in — a portly middle aged man holding a diet coke — Apollo was tempted to say yes, but honestly, he could do without being cursed with visions of mad insanity or leopard print shirts for the rest of, oh, forever. (The first and last time he ever wore a leopard print shirt was during John Deacon’s 23rd birthday party, Never again.)

“What are you doing here?”

“Could see you being all mopey from all the way there, just came to see what it was about.”

Apollo scowled. “Yeah, well, not much to see here.” It’s more likely that Dionysus came to tease him about how pathetic he probably looked right now. “You know, facing past abuse is usually not an advisable idea. In fact, it’s strongly recommended that you distance yourself from it as much as possible.”

Apollo stilled. Had Dionysus been listening in on their conversation? Was he offering advice?

Dionysus continued. “But in the case that it is necessary, it's advisable to face it with someone else by your side.”

Apollo’s eyebrows floated up somewhere to the heavens. There was no way Dionysus would be giving advice like that without some sort of ulterior motive.

But… the reasoning behind his little speech was sound, to be honest.

Maybe I’ll give him the benefit of doubt, Apollo decided.

Dionysus huffed, as if sensing his thoughts. “Just stating my opinion. No need to get all worked up about it.”, he said, turning around to walk back to the Big House.

“Thanks.” Apollo decided to say. All he got in response was another huff, before he was left alone with his thoughts once again.

Together, huh?

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“Meg, Lester’s asking for you,” Billie said, one hand on the frame of the Demeter cabin’s door. “Said to meet him at the strawberry fields.”

Meg got up from the bed she had been lounging on (It was Katie’s, if she remembered correctly), and frowned. Lester? What was he calling her for? Couldn’t he just have come himself?

“Why?”

Billie shrugged in reply. “Dunno. He was pretty insistent about it though.”

Meg sighed and got up from the bed, shaking off the leaves that the dryads she had been talking to had left behind.

“‘Kay, I’ll go.”

She took her time walking over to the fields— punctuating her steps with a few cartwheels along the way, glaring at that one Ares kid (What was his name? Sherman or something?)— you know, the usual.

Nothing, however, could have prepared her for what she was about to receive.

“...Lester, what on earth are you doing?”

Apollo beamed. He was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the strawberry fields, on an empty patch of land. Around him were various different food items and— was that a teacup?

Okay, looks like he finally cracked. Meg always did wonder when it would happen.

“Are you okay?”

Lester frowned. “Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?”

Because they were one day away from facing Nero once and for all. Because sooner or later, Apollo would have to face Python himself and regain his godhood.

“Because you’re sitting in a field of strawberries and having a tea party like you’re Alice in Wonderland.”

Lester frowned. “This is not a tea party. It’s simply a medium for conducting a conversation. With tea.” He opened his mouth, then closed it once again, probably realizing that he just defined what a tea party was, and began hurriedly speaking again. “And how do you know what a tea party is? When did you even watch Alice in Wonderland?” Meg shrugged. “Dunno.”

Lester pressed the bride of his nose, exhaling slowly. “Well, whatever. Just— sit down. Eat something. I took a lot of trouble smuggling these magic plates in from the kitchen. You do not want to know how hard it is to steal them from under the harpies’ eyes, I swear.”

While Lester kept babbling on about the hazards of stealing from harpies and how she should Never steal from harpies, and never challenge them to a fight either, Meg — (Yeah, right, like as if that was gonna stop her. Did Lester even know how convenient these plates and stuff were? She was not leaving this camp until she had at least three of those plates with her) — Meg decided to try out whatever weird food Lester decided to bring.

And there were a lot of weird food items there. How did he even think of them, honestly?

She hesitantly took a bite of a weird pastry looking thing that was shaped like a ball. Meg blinked.

It… was actually good. Honestly, with Lester’s aptitude for food, she thought it would be bio-hazardous or whatever. She took another bite.

Lester cut short whatever he had been talking about. “Do you like them?”

“What is this?”

Lester smiled. “Ah, that’s one of my favorite pastries from the French! I believe it was called the gougère, if my memory serves me right.”

Meg choked.

“The what?” She managed to say after a while.

“The gougère! I remember the person who made it, lovely fellow, though at first he made it a savory dish, which, really, come on. It was very clearly meant to be sweet!”

Meg squinted at Lester, and then shrugged and continued to eat. Well, weird names aside, it tasted alright, and that’s what mattered.

“So,” Meg began, as she took up her fourth plate of suspicious pastries, “what did you call me out here for?”

Lester dropped the dopey smile he was making at a plate of what he had called tiramisu. “Is it wrong to spend a good meal with a friend?”

“It’s a tea party, Lester. Nobody does tea parties nowadays. You wanna say something.”

Lester raised his hands, as if signaling defeat. “You got me. I did want to talk to you about something.”

“So? Spill.”

Lester frowned. “You’ve spent way too much with Lavinia.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Just say what you were gonna say,” Meg said, phrasing it as an order.

Lester obeyed, but not after taking his own sweet time to answer.

“Meg… would you have rather preferred to have eaten all of this alone?” He began.

Meg furrowed her eyebrows. What did he mean by that?

“Uh, no? Why should I?”

“Some things,” Lester began, “are better experienced with other people. Tea parties, birthdays, singalongs—”

“Get to the point, Lester.”

“Logically, tomorrow's journey would also come under that bracket, wouldn’t it?”

Meg stilled. “What do you mean?” She demanded.

Lester sighed— and for a second, he actually looked his age, centuries and millennia older than her. He looked old and weary, but mostly, he looked tired.

“I’ll admit it,” He began, slowly taking up a cup of tea (Because he was weird like that). “I don’t know what will happen to you tomorrow. I don’t know what will happen to me either.”

Lester turned to Meg, and looked her in the eyes. “But we can get through it together, can’t we?”

Meg looked away, blinking her eyes. Stupid Lester and his stupid reassuring speech. Why did he have to say such cheesy lines? What did he know about all this?

Everything.

She rubbed her shoulder and sniffed (It was because of allergies, okay? Nothing more).

“Together, then. We have to try.”

Together, huh?

#toasecretsanta #sierice #heresronnie21 #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #pjo dionysus #trials of apollo #toa #riordanverse #trials of apollo fanfic #toa fanfic #riordanverse fanfic

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libidomechanica · 3 months

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“The crickets stirred from her lips, pass and blush the new—born and”

A tanka sequence

Onto the other, as justly that oiled barber lays his bloom! Might I not say so, to give news: niagara is no noisier.

And two of us at Conway dwell and two are dead. The crickets stirred from her lips, pass and blush the new—born and therefore, hey ho!

Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you and I, is this, that my steel’d sense or changes right or wrong. Ride in my belly, he kept on buying.

Of other sight. And for myself no quiet find. Is it perfume. And sing of sorrowes sourse, o ioyfull verse. You love or no?

Alas! Some doe I heare of Poets fury tell, but, God wot, wot not what thou dost foist upon us that is not it at all.

Like Daphne she, as lovely Davies. I dreamt the rosy banquet loves to sip; sweet love remember how soon our life, here, grows old.

Peace be my lot, far- off sail is blown by the breeze in thee: the colours tourne. Of righteous feeling made her pitiful. My Lady.

Burns: pass by hunders, nameless wretched race, singing alone in her angelic finds, In fairnesse raigneth! Tan sacred beauty shows.

Till, having traffic with thou art set in thy sweet spell o’ witching and bright wilt thou hast my head grown slightlest bondage made aware.

And many a thicket wild; while he pursues her night and small! I thank all who in the muck of the Matin-bell, and looked at me.

Under whose dear love I rise and streaming teares doth cherish! The muttering days and do not know my shames and pleasaunt layes there.

Of this praise to mine own praise is crown’d; but then begins and endeth. Others love that’s in her grave, and, oh, the dim and wear the fence.

For decisions and revisions, before the taking of Michelangelo. A winning wave, deserving note, in their splendour.

The fieldes so free. The farmer ploughs the man I am may cease thy sorrowe and deathes dreeriment. To answer him fair with&.

That nys on earth she did abyde. Again, his feet beneath these same stars, sun, moon, all shrink away, a desert vast without remorse?

Worship to its ray? I cheery on did wander: I thought upon thyself, wilt say, alas! Advise the present would show it dead.

—She is a winsome wee thing, this dear wee wife o’ mine. Somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I sigh.

In the pull of gravity, which soules, euen soules, together side by side. The flouds do gaspe, for dryed is thyr sourse, o ioyfull verse.

Some laid her forth, while some did bring, to wash her, water from thee. Sets you most rich in love; flesh stays no father is mute in her e’e.

Music I heard with your eyes are bull, your memory stole into my heart to loue, as fast there kept. For who dare to eat a peach?

We are waiting for breath, when his friend the spring. Rich in love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, now farewell: this brown paper bag of peach.

Which he climbs to watch the grist of its insides grow. The measure by thy continual haste. For as he eats and drinks he grows old.

Then ye are seven. She gaz’d on me, and mony a sweet babe fatherless, and wrought, that shrild as lowde as Larke, o carefull verse.

For I have cost you. When Lucy ceased to be; am an attendant lord, one that endures, from life that due to thee my delight!

And the sea by sea- girls wreathed with visions and revisions, before we grow burnt as a moth. The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea.

Just as fair, and hang theyr heads, as they would learn it, were more than these thought to everything. Should be the executioner of me.

And withers the face you have but fed on the arrow we cannot live? And flouds do gaspe, for dryed is thyr sourse, and innocence?

That will. Her, ere she couth the sea of life and of May, singing the wildness of the ashes I cried my sex will be time to dye.

In springtime, the one I ate? Of bird of flower, whom I’ve watch’d six or seven days, and she grows old. They look into the earth Hell!

And sad and groveling the cover, separation I may give that due to the heart of bird of flower, or shape, which still doth grow?

My love engrafted to thee, and time for me! I bow’d to her dear Eulalie became my smiling died; and Phyllis be, you are free.

And thereby ribbands to flow confused and brother in the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Your judgment knew no reason her to loue.

Since I learn, and then go home to bed. Before getting up to go dance with fortune’s dearest Chloris’ dearest spite, take all my heart.

By complexities or cries. And now good-morrow to our waking soul on me she stared. The silent sapphire-spangled marriage.

Toward childhood will not pass. Doth part his function and is one. So that either, but keep a temperate brain; for not to her betight?

Such make his destitute but, then, is not it, at all. Oh stay, three sins in killing three. And people drinking, laughing is forgot.

Lives upon his shrieks and cracknells and such country pleasure lost for want of conscience hold it that like a zeppelin. Its crisis?

They will say: How his hair is growing thin! Thou art set in thy refulgent thronelet, that they seem alive when you can no more.

And when we purge, even so, being only the sugar, but that salt of righteous feeling made her pitiful. But gleg as light.

All day she peered from her lips, pass and feels its life in the hubbub of lies; from the spring. And laughing e’en o’ lovely Davies.

Boldly dare invade that myrth thee made of two, and this, all pleasures, childishly? In the mean is best: desire, grows old with you.

The Slave’s spicy forests, and got, ’twas but a fayre this world, how God will bring them about? Of mortal millions live alone can die.

And left so dead and rites vnfit. Ye weel may wi’ the far-off sail is blown back when the green, they measured my size against movie stars.

First starf, and roos, and slipper hope of mortal million’d accidents creep in twixt vows and change decrees of kings, tan sacred rites vnfit.

Ungrateful, that for fact, whichever way one travell’d thro’ the West. And in the fridge, on the desert all around. To everything.

And fading-time does shed its fruit. Women although my heart you moved among the shopping cart as a cane that eats at me alone?

When the moor; but gleg as light and Day? Their gross painting might be in earthlie mould, that did not come. Let streaming again of the spring.

Now is time to dye. I grant thou woulds’t, when the happy news, blush from East to West, till the meant, as well: the kind love is in her joy!

So soon as, Julia, I am gone away, gone far away, until he can a Maiden win. The wound and in its native land.

She is, that I call her love retain. The earth that with someone’s Face— book sonogram a tiny dictum full of higher vaine.

This place, but makes me tired of all, self-viewed,—nothing repels thee,. Charms my very saul, the kind love to see, through loues misgouernaunce.

A passion you wrong: you take the roofs and warms: this is the excitement the nipple learns. Time to turn back and descend the spring.

I shouldn’t but will, and in its den, and sends a spark up: is it true we are wed? As balm for any good. Kind love is in her e’re.

There shall be fain; if it be nay, friends as before have writ do lie, even so, being only the skies. Until she smiled on me.

Blush it thro’ the West. Did, till we love in this unholy battle array, ready in hand, march with barrel wine, when none to Chide!

Even for this vain bubble’s shadow we had made. Because thou hast leave me, do not remember me; you understand is barber.

Met her to-day with a bag of almost despising, haply I think for a bride. Rosy is the excitement the nipple learns.

It settles in the dream of such a close communion! On her door, shit wrapped in a newspaper posted onto the other give.

I traveller: for ever and everything else is still. The first conceits, but the day, and smile a hard-set smile, like a jester’s.

Like a patient, I will strayne. Then did the little army down, and play till the world, each one to the Desert; there will be transfixed!

Down that pink snapper and steal; I know it, and smile than think that were not so great matter; I have been worth while, after the cocked haye.

The fatall sisters and flip-flops. Of the desert wild they both wander in the measure. Two are gone to sea, yet, ye are seven.

About the heart knows. Virgin bright; then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; the nice yellow pin on your plate; time for all the difference.

She said a sin, nor shame, then The Sage marvell’d at his Towardness, and cause or a consequence? Her griefs will tell you can no more.

A Virgin bright; then hey, for a lass wi’ the weel- stockit farms. Let fall upon its back upon the pools that we don’t so much more?

When not to behold the lover’s sigh. A one as would lie, in springtime, there, it went again down to a hole in theyr stead perforse.

Melt in teares flowe in the charms o’ lovely Davies. His art can take their claes, or those bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume.

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zoeykallus · 3 years

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 13 – A Helping Hand

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: A little Angst, I guess. Slight Fluff and Comfort.

Author's Comment:

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Okay, I know that the clones have been provided with an acceleration of aging. But! I just imagine that as soon as they are no longer treated, fed, etc. by the Kaminoans, the effect wears off. That means our boys age normally, as a human being should. In other words, they're not old men in this fic, just a few years older than they were at the time of Order 66. And even though I'm crossing timelines here, I don't really care. If any of you are itching, I'll gladly scratch your back, but Crosshair and co are not old men in my fic. Sue me :P -------

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

In artificial gravity, the pain seemed even worse and you kept drifting in and out of a kind of unconsciousness that your body was trying to force on you. Rex carried you very carefully, yet every step while he carried you was like someone trying to break the ribs out of your body.

Whining softly, you bit your lower lip to keep from being too loud. You didn't want to seem snivelly.

"It's okay ad'ika, I know how painful broken ribs are," he said quietly, laying you down very carefully on his bunk in his little converted gunship.

"I wish Kix was here," he spoke softly, more to himself than to you.

Dazed with pain, you asked, "Who is Kix?"

Rex smiled sadly as he answered, "One of my brothers, he was a medic."

You wanted to ask him more questions about this, but you needed your concentration at the moment to keep from screaming as he carefully cut you out of the suit. He couldn't take the suit into consideration and he couldn't take it off you normally without torturing you, so he cut the thing open without further ado.

He had already taken the helmet off of you. Rex cut the suit with a knife he was carrying from your collar to your crotch carefully so as not to hurt you and folded the material aside like a pelt. Carefully he reached for your shirt and pushed it up a bit.

The right side of your rib cage was already turning dark blue.

"That looks bad"

"We can treat that later, we need to get the boys out of here or they'll run out of oxygen," you said seriously.

"But-"

"Rex" you looked at him pleadingly "Please. That's the only reason I was out there in the first place. We need to save your brothers, there's probably not much you can do for me right now anyway."

Rex sighed, but nodded. He gave you another painkiller before hurrying into the cockpit.

As the painkiller began to take effect, you fell asleep, for the moment finally largely relieved of the pain, at least temporarily. You were with Rex, you knew you were safe, you could rely on him.

You heard voices talking softly to each other as you slowly regained consciousness. You opened your eyes and saw Crosshair sitting next to you. He was holding your hand and looking at you with concern.

"Hey, Kitten, how are you feeling?"

It took a brief moment before you could speak.

"Broken, but alive," you said softly.

He sighed, more or less relieved.

"For a moment I thought I had lost you when you were suddenly torn from my sight. I saw the wreckage coming too late, tangled with your line," he spoke, lowering his gaze.

You gently squeezed his hand that was holding yours and said, "It wasn't your fault."

Hunter and Rex appeared in your field of vision.

"Thank God" you said so relieved that you almost cried when you saw Hunter "So you made it".

The sergeant nodded.

"A civilian freighter was kind enough to pick us up and take us to Bespin, where we are for the moment."

You looked around and only now really realized that you seemed to be in a well-lit sickbay.

"We had a little help from someone who was supplied by said freighter" Rex noted.

"Thanks Rex, none of us could have done it without you," you said with a smile.

Rex was about to wave you off with a smile when Tech said from the background, "Theoretically, Crosshair could have made it, but he would have dragged your dead body through space with him, and in the event of an atmospheric entry, you would have burned up and burnt to dust."

You frowned.

"Even if I didn't know that voice, I would know immediately who made that macabre remark" you said dryly.

"Sorry," he said meekly.

Crosshair, stroked your hair gently, he still looked worried, what had happened seemed to have affected him more than you had thought. He must have really thought he was going to lose you, you'd never seen him like that, at least not when others were around.

"So who helped us?" you asked, trying to sit up.

Crosshair gently but firmly pushed you back onto the pillow.

"Lie still Kitten, your treatment isn't over yet".

"I did that," you heard the answer to your question.

Hunter and Rex took a step to the side and a young man came into your field of vision. His skin was dark as chocolate, his clothes looked expensive and classy. He had a winning, mischievous smile on his lips and a saucy glint in his eye.

"Lando Calrissian, always at your service, lovely lady".

You could see Crosshair biting his tongue, this man had saved your life and his brothers, which was the only reason he didn't give in to his jealousy when Lando cheekily took your hand from his to give you a kiss on the hand.

With a surprised blink you introduced yourself "Y/N, very pleased to make your acquaintance. We are very grateful for your help."

He waved you off and said, "It's nothing".

Lando escorted you and Crosshair to another room in the infirmary where you would spend the next two days mainly in a bacta tank to heal the broken ribs. You had been changed by the sickbay staff earlier, for the tank. A medical droid helped you into the tank while Crosshair watched with wary eyes.

Lando who was standing next to him and saw how tense he seemed to be said, "She is in good hands and safe here my friend, if you wish you can join your brothers and help them with the repairs."

Tech and Echo were in a private hangar owned by Lando, they were trying to get the Marauder up to shape again in there.

"Tech and Echo got this covered, I'm staying here".

Lando raised a brow and finally asked, "Are you two um... together?"

Crosshair growled, "My name is Crosshair, like my tattoo and the necklace Y/N wears around her neck. Take a wild guess."

Lando chuckled unperturbed.

"That you have feelings for her I could tell right away, I just wasn't sure if you were really a couple".

"We are," Crosshair returned curtly.

He sighed and said, "Thank you for treating her here, she was in a lot of pain".

Lando nodded and said quietly, "It's hard to see the ones we love suffer pain."

Crosshair nodded, and saw you lying in the tank, your eyes were closed, probably you were still tired from the painkillers he thought. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to the tank, crossing his arms in front of his chest and letting his eyes roam the room as if he were the gatekeeper of your bacta tank.

Lando smiled and said, "Let me know if you need anything," and left the infirmary.

Hunter, Rex and Wrecker were off with Rex's ship to get spare parts while Tech and Echo took another look at the damage and started fixing the things that could be fixed without spare parts.

The Marauder looked bad, in fact it had never looked that bad before and it hurt Tech's soul to see it like that.

This ship was more than just a ship, it was practically his home, his refuge, a weapon and an escape vehicle. It was so much more than the naked eye could see. To each of them, but especially to Tech, the Marauder was practically part of the family.

Echo said thoughtfully, "I still don't understand what happened. The connection between the two ships should not have broken, everything was maintained and connected correctly, I'm sure of it."

Tech nodded slowly and replied, "Actually, I was sure of that too. But it did indeed tear open, however I wonder why. The material was fine, no signs of exhaustion, neither technical nor human failure makes sense. Y/N didn't try to disconnect while we were in hyperspace, she wouldn't do something that stupid."

Echo shrugged uncertainly and interjected, "Ever thought of Crosshair?"

Tech looked at him critically.

"Crosshair may be a lot of things, but he's not a saboteur. Besides, he would never put himself or Y/N in danger. Did you see how upset he was when he saw her so motionless and badly injured?"

Echo nodded.

"I know," he said quietly " I have to say I'm surprised at how open he is with her. Usually Crosshair was very closed off. But the thought just came up anyway"

Tech sighed. He knew that the past with Crosshair would stay in their memory for a long time, but he was sure, Crosshair would never put you in danger like that.

He picked up his scanner to do another analysis, this time an even more thorough one, and looked intently at the data that was gradually appearing on the display.

"This doesn't look good," Tech said suddenly, very seriously.

He pored over an evaluation of his scanner, vigorously and thoughtfully adjusting his goggles. What he had just found was troubling, to say the least.

"What exactly do you mean?" asked Echo who was in the process of fixing a cable connection for him.

Tech held out his scanner to him with a somber look and said, "I found traces of purposefully placed explosives in the damage scan. The accident we had was notan accident."

Echo looked up from the scanner into his brother's face.

"But who would sabotage us in this way?"

Tech sighed, "I don't know, we've made a few enemies over the years that probably wouldn't back down from something like that. But I honestly can't tell you who specifically that might have done."

Echo said seriously, "We should let Crosshair know right away, maybe whoever did this followed us."

Tech nodded.

"I'll go to Crosshair and you send a message to Hunter".

"I'm sure he won't get it right away, probably on the way back" Echo noted.

Tech said seriously, "Let's hope that by then it might not be too late."

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SPOILERS: Teen Justice Issue 2 Is Now Out (Finally) Part 2

Here's Part 1. Read it before this one cuz I'll only be talking about the second half of the comic

Deja Vu 3

The way Laurel (and Jess) would just drop everything and go help Talia, no questions asked is top tier Super Sons deja vu.

I will not stop comparing the two of them to Damian and Jon. I know they're two very different pairs but I can't stop thinking about what could've happened and what might have been if Jon didn't leave.

Talia was trained by both Batwoman AND the League of Assassins

This gets me thinking, what age did Talia leave the League to go live with her mother?

Cuz if I remember correctly, both in animated and in the comics, Damian wasn't trained by Bruce. (I'm not updated with ALL the comics). And he went on becoming Robin without his training. So if Talia met her mom at an earlier age (maybe 7 or 8), Batwoman may have given her a bit of training before putting her out on the field, regardless of her training with the LOA.

Either that, or it's referred that she's still currently training under her.

Klari's suspicion of Raven

Klari is suspicious of Raven. And I'm starting to think she wont be too fond of him till next issue (I'll say why later).

She doesn't trust him and I get that. That's been implied since the first issue when she said, "Sure, let's get excited when someone, who doesn't even likes us, shows up". And I think she thinks Raven didn't join cuz he just hates them, and not because he doesn't wanna hurt them cuz he knows people who get too close to him get hurt.

"Don't get misdirected by your team dynamics" What does that mean exactly? Does it mean Klari's instincts/powers are different from when she's alone and when she's with her team? Her powers start to really look like Raven's.

Laurel's powers

Few things

Laurel, sweetheart, you can see their bones. Of course they're dead.

That's possible? Is it in her X-Ray or her Heat Vision powers? How is it possible that Laurel can see people's auras? (That's Raven's job). And if she can see their auras, can she turn that on and off or can she see it inevitably?

The adults are dead, the kids turned into old people because their energies were taken from them...sound familiar?

His Undecided

I don't care what anyone says, Troy calling Raven his undecided is the cutest thing that's happened in this comic. Friend? Boyfriend? Nope, that's his undecided.

Troy, don't leave him unattended. Your undecided is picking fights. P.S. if you go into a bookstore with him, holding his hand ain't enough; tie a balloon to his wrist so you don't lose him.

Troy, please tell me you see him more than an emo boy. Please. He is so much more than that and if you actually mean that, I will slap you.

Raven...please tell me you understood the assignment.

Please tell me that you knew that this was just his way of protecting you and getting you out of there cuz he knew that if you didn't, something bad would happen to you and he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself for it.

Please tell me you knew that and you didn't think he actually hates you.

He loves him

You willingly waited 90 minutes to check? 90 minutes...damn.

And if it hasn't been implied yet, he loves him. With all his heart, he does. He will do anything for Donald Troy and nothing will stop him.

Okay, maybe that was an overstatement

It's okay, Raven, you'll get him back. You guys will figure it out and you'll get your undecided back. Just calm down cuz your emotions are all over the place

Look, even Teekl is scared.

BONUS:

Not part of Teen Justice #2 but related

As you should know, I am obsessed with genderbent DC. And I make up headcanons about Teen Justice sometimes. One of which is their heights and ages, as I've said here

So here are my headcanons for their heights and ages. (I can't put the picture since I've reached my limit)

Klarienne: 12 yo (Appearance based) - 154 cm (5'1 ft)

Laurel: 12 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Talia: 15 yo - 156 cm (5'1 ft)

Jess: 16 yo - 166 cm (5'5 ft)

Raven: 16/17 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Donny: 17 yo - 178 cm (5'8 ft)

Jacqui: 17 yo - 168 cm (5'5 ft)

But then I remembered this pic existed:

I refuse to believe Jess is shorter than Talia. They're not. Even if Talia is wearing platform shoes, she's cannot be taller than Jess and Jacqui.

I'd also like to think Klari wears heels. She doesn't but I like to think she does. And Laurel, baby girl, you know flying wont make you taller, right?

So Laurel is taller than Talia, Talia and Klari are around the same height. Talia and Klari are the shortest ones. Raven is as tall as Donny but Donny is taller.

Also, the height difference between Jess and Donny in this picture is akrhlsicbwhfidve. Like wtf? That's got to be at least 2 feet.

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✨Why I Think Bella Swan Is On The Autism Spectrum ✨

In this post I’m going to talk about why I personally believe that Bella Swan is autistic. As an autistic person myself, I really relate to Bella and I see a lot of autistic traits in her.

Disclaimer: This is just a headcanon- I don’t think Stephenie Meyer intentionally wrote Bella as autistic, and she or the movie producers never confirmed it, so I’m not saying to everyone that she is CONFIRMED to be autistic and that every one has to see her that way, I’m just saying that I personally think she is, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Autistic people hardly have any representation in the media, and with the representation that we do have, it is almost always stereotypical, inaccurate and offensive. You do not have to agree with me on this, but just please be respectful in the comments and don’t hate :)

Ok let’s go:

1. She always felt different from everyone/she felt like nobody truly understood her and that she never really understood anyone either: this is what basically all autistic people feel, myself included. Feeling like nobody understands the way your brain works and the way you see the world. (And this is true, because autistic people do see the world differently than non- autistic people and autistic peoples brains are wired differently from non- autistic brains). Bella mentions this multiple times in the books and movies, at one point in the first book in the car with Edward, she tells him that she thinks he can’t read her mind because they’re a probably a glitch in her brain and that it’s not like other people’s. There is also this quote from the 1st chapter of twilight which sums up how she feels: “ Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn’t just physically that I’d never fit in. And if I couldn’t find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here? I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain”.

2. Her motor skills: She’s constantly tripping over her own feet, has bad balance, doesn’t realize that she’s walking into things, constantly dropping things ect, a common thing for autistic people is to have poor motor skills and find it hard to navigate their body.

Another disclaimer about autism: not ever autistic person is the exact same, every autistic person expresses their autism in a slightly different way, for example, some autistic people are overly sensitive to sound, and some are under-sensitive to it, these are just the specific things I’ve noticed for Bella in this post, it’s not supposed to be a generalization of autism in any way! :)

3. Social disinterest and difficultly: all throughout her childhood and her time in forks, she wasn’t very interested in making friends or hanging out or going to parties, and she found that she could never make friends with someone easily, she just never fully clicked with someone. She did have some very nice friends in forks, however she never related to them too well or was very attached to them.

4. Dresses for comfort and not fashion: Bella typically dresses in what feels most comfortable for her, not what is the most fashionable thing, this is a common thing with autism. A lot of autistic people like myself are quite sensitive to clothing and fabric and will not tolerate uncomfortable clothing.

5. Limited interests/special interests: Bella doesn’t really have many interests, but the ones she does have, she’s very passionate about. A special interest is an autism-specific term used to describe interests and hobbies that autistic people have that are very important to them. They help regulate emotions, calm people down, provide escapism ect. Autistic people can hyper fixate on these interests for hours and hours and not get bored, they can get so engrossed that they forget to do basic tasks to take care of themselves like drinking or going to the bathroom. These interests can last for years, sometimes a lifetime and they are very important to autistics. Bella swans special interests would be reading, wuthering heights, and vampires. Bella says in midnight sun that she has loved reading all her life and it is one of the few things that bring her intense joy. She said she could read for hours at a time and would try to sneak books into her lessons and read any chance she could get. Bella says that her favorite book is wuthering heights and she has read it so many times that it is beaten up beyond repair and the spine is so cracked that the book lays flat. This would clearly be her special interest. Her other special interest is clearly vampires.

6. Burnouts and meltdowns when Edward leaves: when Edward left in new moon, Bella obviously fell into a huge depression, but I also think she fell into an autistic burnout (if you don’t know what that is pls research or ask me cause this post is already too goddamn long). And in eclipse, when Edward leaves to go home in the afternoon or to go hunting, she can barely focus without him and gets very anxious (this is obviously because she loves him and is literally obsessed with him lol, but I also think it could be a meltdown from separation anxiety and also a change in routine (a lot of autistics get very upset when their usual routine is disrupted or changed))

7. Sensitive to sounds: In the book, often Bella cannot concentrate or fall asleep because of little sounds like the rain, sometimes it takes ages for her to sleep because the rain or tapping is too distracting. (This is a common autistic struggle).

8. Stims & facial twitches & stuttering: in the movie, she is constantly stuttering over her words, and her face and body twitches a lot. She also stims a lot in the book by playing with her hair or sleeves or the zip of her jacket, or her hands or edwards hands. She also covers some of her face with her hair, this could be to do with sensory overload, seeing too much in her field of vision may be overwhelming for her, like a lot of autistics.

9. Trouble expressing feelings/ thoughts: bella struggles a lot sometimes with communication and telling people how she feels. You can see this in her relationship with Charlie. They both love eachother very much but they never say it and when they do it comes out very awkward and sometimes they use the wrong words. You can also see this when she is hesitant to tell Edward in eclipse when she doesn’t want him to leave for the fight, it takes her ages to work up to telling someone how she feels. She also tends to be quite private. This is common for some autistics to feel.

10. Sensory experiences: bella loves the sun and heat, she says that she loves feeling the sun seep into her skin- a lot of autistics feel the sensory world very strongly and love certain sensations and detest others. When Bella moves to forks, she hates the sudden change in weather and gets anxious and upset at the feel of the cold, and the rain against her skin. This links back to my other point where I was talking about how autistics fear sudden changes in routine. Bella is very relieved when there’s a sunny day in forks and goes and sits outside, savouring the weather which reminds her of home.

11. Not too concerned with how she looks: obviously not every autistic person is like this, but quite a few autistics don’t really focus on how they look/present and what they wear. They don’t really know about the social norms and what other people wear so they do what they want. This is something I often see in Bella in the books especially.

12. More quiet/ reserved and socially withdrawn and awkward: this is basically self explanatory. Bella is very well known for this. I touch a bit more on this in point 3.

If you made it this far then thank you so much! This took a long ass time to write and I’ve been thinking of making this post for months. There are more things that make me headcanon her as autistic, but these are just from the top of my head. When I re-read the series (for like the 100th time lol) later this year, I’ll annotate the book so that I can update this post in the future with more supporting this).

Again this is just my opinion and my personal headcanon, it is not factual (but I’d obviously want it to be canon) so please no hate :)

If you have any more things to add on then please do!! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

#twilight #twilight saga #bellaswan #twilightrenaissance #edwardcullen #bellaswanautistic #autism #autismawareness #actuallyautistic #autistic #neurodivergent #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #smeyer

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Every Great King - Prologue (Prince Caspian x Reader)

Prologue - Growing Up

*not my gif*

Series Summary: You had grown up with Caspian and naturally you were best friends. Completely inseparable for as long as you both could remember, learning with the professor together, attending (rather boring) balls and banquets and running around the castle grounds in the spring and summer. But then Miraz's own son is born and Caspian's life is at risk. From here the series follows the plot of Prince Caspian and then The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.

A\N: This chapter is pretty much an introduction into the pre-existing relationship between yourself and Caspian, running into the next chapter which is set at the start of Prince Caspian :) Nothing very important happens, just a few little windows into your life with the prince so far.

Next Chapter

Posted: 12/04/21

Age 6

Wind raced past your body as you ran as fast as you could across the fields surrounding the castle, giggling and not at all caring that you were getting mud on your shoes and dress. Caspian was only a few feet behind you and so slowing down really wasn't an option, lest he catch you. The stream you were running to was in sight, as well as an old oak tree you knew too well.

Every morning you and the young prince, your best friend, raced each other to the tree by the stream and the winner got to pick which game the two of you would play until being called back to the castle for lunch and being scolded for how messy you'd both gotten.

"HA!" you shouted in victory, leaning on the tree as Caspian caught up to you just a few moments later. "I win."

"That's not fair, you pushed me back at the castle gates!" Caspian laughed, making excuses on why he should have won (just as he did every time you beat him). "I'll let you have this one, but only because as Prince it's my job to be a gentleman." he smirked, knowing you hated being treated this way.

"Oh do shut up, Caspian!" you shoved him playfully and made your way to sit with your feet dangling in the stream. The cool water was a welcome respite from the burning August sun and cooled you down very nicely.

"Do you think if we stayed here long enough we would see a water nymph?" Caspian was sat beside you, staring up the stream where it was a little deeper. He was referencing a lesson the two of you had shared just the day before all about different magical creatures that used to fill Narnia. You both longed to see even just a tiny bit of this magic, even just once.

"I don't think so. Not this close to the castle anyway..." even at such a young age you knew what was happening in the kingdom was wrong. The professor had made this abundantly clear. You heard Caspian let out a sad sigh and grabbed his hand.

"Doesn't mean we can't look for one, though," you smiled, although you both knew very well that magical creatures like water nymphs had gone extinct a long time ago.

Caspian looked lost in thought for a minute then suddenly dipped his hands into the stream and splashed you, making you squeal and splash him back, laughing.

Age 9

Tears were running down your face as you stood beneath the oak tree by the stream, Caspian shouting at you that he 'didn't want to play with a stupid little girl anymore'.

"Caspian, stop it! You don't mean that, you're just in a bad mood and you're-" you were in the midst of shouting back when you were cut off by a harsh shove from the prince which knocked you to the ground.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE, Y\N!" He practically screamed at you, looking down at you. "One day I am going to be king and future kings don't hang about with stupid girls!" He started walking away from you, back to the castle, leaving you on the floor in shock, tears still running down your face.

"FINE THEN NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN AND SEE IF I CARE!" you shouted after him, your hurt turning into anger and then back again. Letting out a sharp breath, you moved to sit by the water. With your back against the tree, you pulled your legs to your chest and planted your chin on top of them, watching the water flow.

After a while your tears had dried, leaving your eyes puffy and your face a little blotchy. You stayed against the tree for at least a few hours, not thinking about much before you felt someone sit beside you.

"Y\N..." the person next to you whispered. You sniffed, turning your head so you couldn't see Caspian at all in your peripheral vision.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Please forgive me," he shuffled closer to you and leant forward, trying to make you see him. "I promise I didn't mean a single word of it, I'm so sorry."

Although you knew you were ultimately going to forgive him, you turned your body away from him. He was going to have to try a bit harder.

"You're not a stupid girl, you're the best person I know and if being king one day meant I couldn't be your friend I would give my crown to someone else." he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you back towards him. "You're my dearest friend and I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Y\N?"

"I forgive you." you smiled at him and in a few days neither of you would even remember falling out.

Age 16

A warm breeze flowed through the daisies and daffodils growing wildly around the picnic blanket you and Caspian lay on. It caught your hair a little - blowing it away from your face gently, as to not tangle it. You had come to cherish days like this one where you weren't in some tight corset, learning how to dance or drink tea or sew whilst Caspian was learning how to do useful things like fight and ride a horse. He was being trained to serve his people as a King whilst you were being taught how to be an obedient wife and you loathed it. Caspian did too, vowing to never treat you like you were anything other than equals. He also taught you everything he was learning to do, taking you into the woods and sneaking two swords out so that you could duel or taking some bows and arrows so you could use the trees as target practise.

Instead, on days like today you and Caspian could sit and talk and laugh and read in the sun, just enjoying yourselves like when you were just small children.

"Did you bring a book?" you asked him, moving to lay your head in his lap while he was leaning back on his forearms. Humming in response, he pulled himself to sit upright and took a book out from the very bottom of the basket he had brought out. It was a book full of legends and tales from the golden age when the kings and queens of old rules and magic was everywhere in Narnia. He had took it from the professor just this morning, careful not to let any of the guards see it. "Read to me?"

"Of course," a smile ghosted Caspian's lips. He loved reading to you -whether it was cuddled up in the library or by the fire or outside like now, his hand always found it's way to your hair, fingertips dancing across your scalp slowly and gently.

He found your favourite tale in the book and began reading, his voice like honey running into your brain and making your spine tingle as he stroked your hair. It didn't take you long to fall asleep.

Age 17

Your hair was strewn out on your pillow as you slept, some of it stuck to your forehead in your cold sweat. Nightmares weren't very common for you or at least they were never this bad. You tossed about in distress for a long while before finally waking up with a start, your chest heaving while you tried to catch your breath. As your eyes brimmed with tears there was only one thing you could think of doing and so you quietly made your way across to Caspian's room, a few hallways away from your own.

Checking that there was definitely nobody there, you knocked softly at his door. When no reply came you decided he must be asleep and slowly entered, closing the door gently behind you.

"Caspian," you called out softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. Unlike you, he looked extremely calm and peaceful (and, as always, very handsome) in his sleep. "Cas, wake up,"

Giving his shoulder a gentle shake seemed to make him stir enough to open his eyes. "Y\N? Are you alright?" worry laced his voice, as it was very unusual for you to be in his bedroom at all, never mind in the middle of the night.

"Sorry to wake you, I just-I had a nightmare and I didn't know what else to do." you explained to him, regretting waking him up when you realised how silly it sounded.

"Hey, it's okay," he patted the space next to him and lifted his quilt so that you could lie down next to him. When you did so he almost immediately pulled you as close as he could so your cheek was pressed against his chest and his arms securely around your waist. "I've got you, don't worry. You're safe." a soft kiss to the top of your head made you sleepy again and Caspian's fingers started to draw comforting circles on your sides.

"Goodnight, Caspian." you whispered, feeling sleep taking over you.

"Sweet dreams, Y\N."

It was the best night's sleep either of you had ever gotten, although you were both in a lot of trouble for it the next morning.

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smaptain-smerica · 2 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

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Chapter 12

Bucky's POV

I rose into consciousness with a splitting headache, groaning in the process. I opened my eyes, looking around the empty room. I noticed a window before me, shadowy figures dancing around on the inside. I squinted to try and get a better look at what was happening on the inside.

Instinctively, I reached forward, finding my hands to be restrained to the chair I was in. A door from behind me opened, footsteps echoed in the room as Dr. Zola appeared in my peripheral vision, his lab coat on with a baby blue shirt underneath it. He looked down at me, shaking his head and sucking air through his teeth.

"I am disappointed in you, Winter Soldier. I thought we had a better understanding of each other." His words filled my body with rage, turning my face to a scowl. My heart burned with fire that threatened to erupt out of my throat. Those actions were stopped when Dr. Zola tapped on the window. The lights from behind the window flickered on, doctors scurried around the room.

There was a chair in the middle of the room, {y/n} sat there with a scowl on her face, looking back and forth between two guards with guns pointed at her, ready to fire. Her face was pale, a large gash on her forehead. Her arms were already showing bruises and her hair tied back in a mess. Her mascara and eyeliner smeared on her face, giving her dark shadows under and around her eyes. What had happened to her? What was going to happen to her? The room looked familiar, like I had been there before because upon seeing her in that situation I instantly felt fear and concern.

"That's sweet, you care for her. Do you like spending time with her, Winter Soldier?" Dr.Zola taunted me, his words stung like needles dipped in poison. I felt the rage boil quickly inside me as he kept egging me on.

"I'll admit, I picked a good one. Very smart, beautiful too. Tougher than nails, she sure is a fighter. I assume you know that anyway. She nearly took the head off of one of my guards, quite literally." "Shut up!" I finally yelled, tired of hearing him try to describe the woman I have admired for the last few years. I was burning with rage as I glared at Dr. Zola.

"You won't remember each other after today. Her memories will be erased, painfully. And you will have to watch until it is your turn." My attention turned back to the room that {y/n} was in, a guard shoving the gun to her forehead, barking an order at her. This only made her face turn down in hatred more. She slowly lowered back into the chair. Her face softened as a red-headed woman approached her with a mouth piece. Her face almost turned to sympathy. It wasn't audible, but I saw the red-haired woman speak and smile, causing {y/n} to give her a small and weak smile while taking the mouthpiece into her mouth. She leaned back into the chair as a machine was moved down and around her head. I watched her eyes widen in fear, fear of the unknown. Even though I was scared, I knew something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what.

The room vacated, even Dr. Zola finally left me alone. I was looking at {y/n} in a chair, worried out of her mind and the red-head behind the panels of control. The red-head looked sad, like she was going to cry having to do this. It ached my heart. I assumed that the red-haired girl and {y/n} were close, she obviously had been here longer than I had, maybe she made friends. She flipped a few switches before heading to the door of the room. Before leaving, she stopped by {y/n}, grabbing her hand and giving it a quick squeeze before abandoning the room.

The machine buzzed to life, starting out as a slow hum that got louder as the machine began to warm up. I could see the rise and fall of {y/n's} chest quicken as the machine now engulfed either side of her head. She was now strapped in, unable to escape. I watched the reaction on her face, knowing the second that the machine actually kicked on. Her eyes widened and her entire body tensed upward, her hands clamping onto the armrest of the chair. Her scream was glass shattering. I don't think I have ever heard someone be in so much pain before.

I felt my body thrash forward, wanting desperately to break through the window and help her. I physically felt my heart break, seeing her in the pain that she was in. It felt like mere minutes ago that we were dancing, tasting what it might be like to live a normal life. Now, everything was being torn apart. The worst feeling in the world was that knowing she would be unable to remember. Unable to remember her parents, her past, even me. Tears left her eyes and streamed down her beautiful face that was twisted in pain. I yelled, begged for the torture to stop because even I couldn't take it anymore.

{y/n}'s POV

My head hurt me so bad that I could hardly open my eyes. I brought my hands up to my face and pressed the heel of my hands into my eye sockets, pushing back as if I were trying to push the pain out of my head. I heard a buzzer and the sliding of a tray, indicating breakfast had arrived. I sat up in my bed, slowly regaining the memories from the last several hours.

The mission, the dancing, the car chase, the... brainwashing. Internally, I felt myself drop. How could I remember? How was I able to remember everything? So vividly I remember fighting with the guards as they forced me into the room and into the chair. I remember the searing pain shooting through my brain and into my bod my until I went unconscious. I unsteadily got out of my bed, walking over to my breakfast for the morning. Cereal with a cup of fruit, milk, and an apple. I took the apple in my hand, biting into it dramatically and savoring the crispness and the flavor of the juice.

My attention turned towards the door, seeing the metal wall open up to reveal a man on the other side of a glass panel. Dr. Zola stood there with a clipboard in hand, a sinister smile on his face. "Good morning, Subject X." He charmed, clicking his pen open and preparing to write on the clipboard. "Do you know who I am?" He asked, looking at me while patiently waiting for me to answer.

I thought about what I should do. Dr. Zola is expecting me to be empty headed. I wondered about Bucky, had the same thing happened to him? Would he be able to remember me, or the things we had learned together? I made the decision to play along, it would be much safer for me to lie and pretend that it had worked. I couldn't risk losing my memories of Bucky.

I shook my head gently, trying my best to keep a look of innocence on my face. Zola smiled, obviously satisfied with my answer. "That is quite alright," He reassured me. "You are a soldier, our facility is meant to train people to help save the world, make it a better place." That was completely untrue, all we do is murder innocent people.

"You and your partner got into a pretty bad car accident after your most recent mission. You hit your head pretty hard so memory loss is to be expected. It is nothing to worry about." If I didn't have complete comprehension of the situation right now, his words may have comforted me. I instinctively reached my hand to my head, feeling a raised line on my forehead. I actually don't remember how it got there.

"Is my... partner, is he okay?"

"Unfortunately not, the accident killed him. Do not worry, we have already arranged a new one for you. You have all day today to get acquainted with him." I felt my entire body compress, as if I had been stepped on by an elephant. The rest of Dr. Zola's sentence was drowned out by the guilt and sadness that I had ringing in my head.

I watched him walk away, still unable to hear a word that he was saying. The large metal doors shut tightly together and I was left sitting on the floor in a heap. I brought my knees to my chest, resting my head on top of them and hugging my legs. Was Bucky really dead? My plan killed him, it was all my fault. Tears spilled from my eyes as I thought about the people I've killed within the last day. Three; an innocent business man, an employee of Hydra, and my partner - my friend - Bucky. To say I was devastated was an understatement.

I covered my mouth in an attempt to muffle my sobs. I squeezed my face together tightly only pushing out more of the salty tears. The only thing that brought me from my trance was the sound of the door clicking and swinging open. My breathing was hitching in my throat as I stood up and frustratingly wiped the tears off of my eyes. I sniffled loudly as I walked over to the sink. I took some toilet paper, blowing my nose and wiping my eyes off.

I reached down and turned on the cold water, bringing it to my face and splashing myself with it. I looked at myself in the mirror, a broken mess of a woman. My face was puffy and eyes red, clearly I had been crying. My breathing was still shaken as I tried my best to calm it down. I stared at myself in the mirror until I felt ready to face the challenges ahead of me.

I changed into my usual training get up. The black training pants and a white tank top that clung to my skin. I felt emotionless walking out of that room, a weight on me that couldn't be explained as anything other than guilt. My feet echoed down the hall as I made my way to the training doors by myself. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

I pushed the door open, seeing that nobody was inside yet. The door shut behind me with an Erie echo. I frowned to myself, thinking about the time I had spent with Bucky here. I had grown fond of him over the years, but I didn't realize how much he actually meant to me until he was gone. My heart ached strongly as memories flooded into my brain. I pushed back more tears and lazily made my way over to the weapons wall, taking a look at my options.

I head for the gun cabinet, taking an M4 Carbine off the wall. I set up my paper people, wheeling them out on the wire to the desired distance. I prepared two magazines, setting one down on the table and loading the other into the gun. Quickly, I brought the gun to my shoulder, steadying it. I unloaded the clip into the fake, paper man quickly, every bullet hitting the center of the chest until there was a hole in the middle.

As quickly as the mag was empty, it was replaced. Within seconds I was unloading the second magazine into the second fake paper man I had prepared for myself. His chest was now empty and hollowed out from bullet holes. I brought the gun down from my shoulder and tilted my head, observing my work.

"Nice shooting." My heart felt as thought it had skipped a beat. I turned around and looked up into the familiar steel blue eyes of none other than Bucky. I'm sure my face displayed the shock I was feeling because I saw a twinge of confusion fly across his face.

Before he could have time to question, the gun in my hands clattered to the floor. It drew me from my trance, immediately reaching down to grab it.

"Oh don't worry, I got it." Bucky said, bending down at the same time as I did. This action caused us both to quite literally butt heads. I winced at the pain on top of my head, instinctively grabbing the now tender spot. We both laughed at ourselves, one of us finally picking the gun up off of the floor. I gently leaned it against the wall and turned my attention back to the brunette haired man in front of me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I assume you're my new partner?" He asked.

I understood now why Dr. Zola had told me he died. I was supposed to be brainwashed, no memory left over. It wouldn't make sense for Bucky to not remember who I was when I was the one with the injured head. It's too coincidental for us both to have a loss of memory. I was relieved to see he was alive, but now also fearful.

His fake death had taken a toll on me I hadn't expected. I was so heartbroken over him being gone, what if that were to happen again? Except next time, he was actually gone. I knew now why Dr. Zola said that personal connections were weak links. My heart ached as I looked up at him, I could feel the sadness tugging at my heartstrings. Maybe I would get the courage to tell him, come clean about everything we had been through together. But for now, he would be my partner, nothing more. I wouldn't allow myself to get emotionally attached to him.

I looked up at Bucky, his face soft with a gentle smile across it. I knew from the moment I still saw that sparkle in his eyes that this was going to be the worst decision I had ever made.

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coldmilkcreamery · 4 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: xiao dejun x male reader 💋

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2965

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: following a heart-wrenching break up with xiaojun, you leave the country—and reunite with him 8 years later at the grand opening of a friend's restaurant.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: smut hahah lmao

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 ⭐️

𝗮/𝗻: this might be my favorite (and longest 😅😅) story out of all the ones i’ve written, like idk if it’s because xiaojun’s my bias in wayv but i really enjoyed writing it and am really proud of how it turned out hahaha, i put my blood sweat and tears into this story so i hope you guys enjoy 🥺🥺and happy valentines to you all and hbd to who is also my first bias, jaehyun haha have a great day and a great valentines <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

Outside, the sun has dipped below the horizon and behind wisps of clouds and falling snow, the sky has turned dark. Compounds of snow and bits of ice lie on the streets and dress stoplights as you wait at the entrance of a newly opened restaurant in town.

A miniature landscape greets you at the entrance. Artificial river water ricochets off of artificial rocks, onto the chiseled marble paths that you step over on your way to the dining area.

You make glances around the restaurant. Crowds of people are cobbled together, flowing like river water around tables and floral displays. Looking around, a familiar face emerges from the congested crowd.

“You seem to have gotten quite popular.” You tap on the hem of Doyoung’s blazer, looking around the crowded facade of the restaurant.

“You made it!” Doyoung says. Like a jack-in-the-box, he springs out of the crowd, jumping onto you and engulfing you in a tight embrace.

“I am very much here.” You reply, muffled by the confines of his arms.

“My god, I haven’t seen you in years!” He squeals, tightening his grip around your torso. “You’ve aged. A lot.” He snickers, crimping his face into a faux scowl.

“You're not looking any younger yourself.” You spit back with squinted eyes.

“Still bitchy as ever.” Doyoung pats your head, lips forming a snarky grin. “Come in.”

“How did you get here so early? Weren’t you set to fly in about a week later from now?” He eagerly questions, excitement very much visible through his puffing chest and eye-squinting smile.

“Simple, I booked an earlier flight.”

“And lost my first class seat.” You seethe, holding up your economy class boarding pass.

“You’re the best.” Doyoung giggles.

“I really am.” You gripe, narrowing your eyes. “New York is one far place.”

“You’re one to hold grudges aren’t you.” He pats your back with one hand, prying the boarding pass from your finger’s grasp with the other before tossing it into a nearby trash bin.

“Follow me.” Doyoung grabs your wrist and he escorts you into one of the private rooms, briefly passing by the reception desk. “This is Karina, one of my staff.”

“Hi!” She waves.

“Where are we going?” You question as he pulls you towards the first sliding door from the right of the reception desk.

“Those rooms over there are the rooms for the VIP reservations.” Karina says.

“VIP?” You ask, shooting them an amused expression.

“I have a heart my guy, I didn’t cost you your business class upgrade for nothing.” He ruffles your hair.

“First class.” You scornfully correct Doyoung, squinting your eyes at him, pushing his hands off of your head.

“Have a seat.” He reaches his palm out to point to the cushions resting on the floor and the recessed floor in front of it.

You slip your legs into the recession, eyeing a few floral vases and intricately patterned stems of miniature cherry blossom trees.

“Seems like you really went all out on decors.” You slip your phone out of the pocket at the sides of your chinos that are in the light’s path, which shine olive green against the moonlight. “Selfie?”

“My dining area should look just as good as my food tastes.” Doyoung obnoxiously chuckles before smiling into your camera.

“1, 2, 3.” You say in unison.

“Aren’t those at least a hundred dollars each?” You raise a brow at him, resting your phone beside your plate after a click sounds from it. “Is that not expensive for you?”

“Not if they look this good.” Doyoung winks.

“Good lord.”

“Oh, uhh, by the way.” He whispers, sounding much more subdued than he had been the minutes before, his voice now softer than swinging doors and the sprinting servers.

“What is it?”

“I’ve told you the restaurant is offering discounts if—” He pauses intermittently in between words.

“For the last time, I did not and will not be bringing a date.” You groan, cutting him off, well aware of what you were going to hear next.

Doyoung breathes out a shaky sigh. He parades a look of pity, brows furrowed and head tilted at an angle with a frown.

“Hyung.” You slur your words. “I’m fine.”

“And hey it’s 2021, being single is the trend.” You object.

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know you are.” You try to reassure him with a smile. “But if you don’t mind, I want to continue eating the dinner that my friend prepared for me because he cost me a 12 hour business class flight.”

“Didn’t you say first class?”

“Either way, I had to sleep sitting down because of you.” You scoff.

“Alright, I’m going to check up on the other tables.” Doyoung nods, pressing his lips into a toothless smile. “Let’s catch up more over coffee after we close?”

“Sure.” You hum as he turns his back to tend to more customers. Going seat to seat, he greets them with a smile, shaking hands with the occasional occupant.

You rub your temples and look down slightly, resting your chin on the collar of the honey brown crew neck wrapped around your torso. The loosely tucked out hems of your denim shirt hang under it, fluttering in the air.

Behind the strands of hair being blown into your eyes from the air conditioning, your eyelids drop. You’re tired, exhausted, fatigued and everything else you can think of. Conversations around you seem to morph into buzzes of static.

Eyelids your field of vision as your upper body rests on the table top. Footsteps tap against the floor adding to the sound of clinking cutlery, sizzling meats and conversations muffled by the sleeves of your sweater.

A man waves in front of the reception desk as he struts into the restaurant. “Excuse me.”

“Good evening sir.” Karina greets, with a smile. “How may I help you?”

“I have a reservation.”

“May I have your name please.” Karina looks down on a monitor, tapping on a keyboard with one hand, brushing hair behind the shoulders of her blazer with the other.

“Xiao Dejun.”

“Ahh Mr. Xiao, you have a VIP reservation am I right?” She beams, looking back up at the man who briskly nods back.

“Your seat is in the first room to my right.” Karina reaches her palm out and points to the door.

Xiaojun utters a soft ‘thank you’ and looks over his shoulder to give Karina a small wave as he walks towards the room.

A restaurant attendant opens the door for him. Inside, it slides open, rustling like paper as its bottom grinds against the glistening wooden floor. Producing an exhale, you let your breath get sucked out through the openings of your nostrils and lips.

Behind your forearms, the big tsunami-like waves and tangerine colored koi painted on the door disappear into the wall. You squint your eyes close one last time, sprawling your limbs to stretch, terminating the sleep left in your system.

Your eyes flutter open, catching a man in its path, the figure becomes clearer the wider they open.

“X-Xiaojun.” You quiver in place, saying his name for the first time in eight years.

“Y-Y/n.” Behind the auburn strands of hair in his face, his gaze meets yours. He timidly waves at you through a nervous smile. “H-hi.”

Was he good looking? Definitely.

Was he a good person? Oh god yes, and your breakup didn’t change your opinion on that.

Though not your first relationship, Xiaojun was definitely your first true love. But as some people say, life just happens. Months after your break up, you left for New York for a job opportunity.

It had been a considerable while since you had last seen or heard from him. Nothing aside from the occasional mention in phone calls with Doyoung and appearance in pictures with your other friends.

But here you were, back in Korea, the commandeer of your late night thoughts, seated beside you at the grand opening of Doyoung’s restaurant almost a decade later.

“It’s been a while.” You sheepishly smile.

“It really has.” Xiaojun agrees, reciprocating the smile. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” You sit up straight. “You do too.”

Outside, Doyoung continues to hop from table to table, tending to customers.

“Here is your order for extra noodles and a pot of tea.” Doyoung smiles at a woman. “Enjoy your meal ma’am.”

“Boss, you told me to inform you of the arrival of someone named Xiao Dejun was it?” Karina calls out for Doyoung, as he carries an emptied tray onto a free tray stand.

“Yes.” Doyoung breathily replies. “What about it?”

“He came just a few minutes ago, I’ve been looking for you to tell you.” She says with heavy and speedy breaths, resting her palms on her knees.

Doyoung’s eyes widen. “Which private room did you tell him to go to?”

“The first one to my right.”

“No-n-no oh no.” Doyoung strings his fingers into his hair.

“What’s the matter?”

“I needed you to tell me because I wanted to ask you to make sure they wouldn’t end up in the same room.” He rambles, vigorously rubbing his temples.

“Why?” Karina blankly questions. “Is there anything between them?”

“Xiaojun is his ex from 8 years ago.”

“Oh no.” She bows her head, covering her face with both of her palms. “Did it end badly or something?”

“You really ask a lot of questions don’t you.” Doyoung snickers. “Well, not exactly.”

“They broke up on good terms actually, the only problem was that it was so obvious that they still loved each other.” He says, sighs ballooning out of his lips.

“Wait,” Karina interrupts. “And yet, they hadn’t gotten back together since then?”

“Y/n left for New York before they could say anything to each other.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like you knew.” Doyoung sees Karina frown and pats her head. “I just hope they can at least talk.”

And that you did.

Alcohol clouds your minds as you sit beside each other splitting sides at exchanged stories. The sting of the drinks fry the back of your throats and hiccups intermittently shoot up from you, cutting your sentences.

"It’s 12:30 A.M.'' You wheeze, making glances around the pretty much empty room.

"No way." Xiaojun spits out raspily, taking another sip of his cocktail, peering forward to get a glimpse of the watch on your wrist.

“Speaking of which, remember that time, about 11 years ago.” You playfully nudge his shoulder. “It was around this time when we went to get groceries and you attacked someone over a cut of steak.”

“I did not!” Xiaojun manages to speak up amidst the laughter drowning out proper communication from you two.

“Xiaojun, you pushed her so hard that she fell.” Your hand flops onto Xiaojun’s shoulder to prevent yourself from rolling over, letting out a prominent wheeze.

“She pushed me first!” He sternly objects. “Plus, if I didn’t, we wouldn’t have had those amazing fajitas.”

“That was a good early morning snack.” You agree.

“A good date too.” Xiaojun smiles back at you.

“Our first actually.” You add, looking down as a smile creeps into your lips. “That was such a long time ago.”

Which it was.

“Time just flies so fast doesn’t it?” Xiaojun replies as his palm slides up your fingers before settling on the knuckles at the back of your hand.

A rosy flush burns on your cheeks and your eyes go from your linked fingers and eventually trail up to him. You two momentarily lock eyes. He promptly jerks his away, withdrawing his hand from yours.

“S-so, wait, a-are you back here for good?” Xiaojun says.

“I guess so, things are getting pretty crazy over there.” You shrug, shooting him a crooked smile. “And the food’s too greasy, can’t eat any of it.”

“That’s good.” Xiaojun chuckles weakly. “You always hated greasy foods.”

“I’ve missed you.” You look into his eyes again and gently stroke his shoulder before going down to his arm and producing a sharp exhale. “A lot.”

“I-I have too.” He stutters, shivering slightly, his posture stiff under your touch.

“You know, every time I think about it,” You look down, and fiddle with your fingers. “I wondered why you never tried chasing me down the airport the day I left.”

“Y-Y/n.”

Deep down, part of me was actually hoping that you’d come after me and convince me to stay.

“So many times, I’ve wanted to fly out there to just try and pick up where we left off and—” He rambles, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists on his sides.

“What stopped you then?” You mumble. A frown stemming from your lips.

“I-I don’t know.” He voices out softly, with a furrowed expression.

“I do like someone Xiaojun.” You sigh.

“I figured.” Xiaojun stands up from the seat, slipping his shoes on and making his way out of the room.

“They’d be lucky to have you.” Xiaojun chokes on his words, his sentence growing weak.

“It was nice meeting you again.” His voice echoes into the empty room, his words ricocheting off of the walls and the soy sauce stained bowls before coming back to you.

You frantically jump up from the recessed floor. As his fingers cling onto the door’s handle, you grip him by his shoulders as he slides it open. “I never said it wasn’t you.” You call out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

Xiaojun turns his head, looking over his shoulder, slivers of tears in his eyes twinkling against the lights.

“So tell me then,” You whisper huskily, staring back into Xiaojun’s eyes. “Where were we?”

Tonight felt familiar.

The laughs, the fond glances, the touching. Being able to talk to each other and having good laughs while doing so. Being able to hit it off just like you had 11 years ago when Doyoung introduced you two to each other.

Being with Xiaojun just felt right even after a decade.

Enough was enough, you thought.

You dash towards Xiaojun, gripping the sides of his neck with both hands, pulling him closer to you. The tip of your thumbs slide over the tears sitting at the sides of his irises. Your eyes mirror his lidded gaze before wandering to the lips that you’ve longed for the past eight years.

Before your mind could even begin to process, your lips were on Xiaojun’s. Your eyes shut close as his palms land on your chest and slide up to tug at your shoulders.

You push him back against a wall, bruising the tips of some fingers between it and the back of his head. It dips to the side, as you press your face even deeper into his.

Slowly opening your eyes, your puckered lips hover over Xiaojun’s as you gasp for air. You tenderly stare into each other’s eyes for a second, bringing a hand away from the side of his neck to brush strands of hair away from his glittering eyes.

Soft moans escape from between your adhered lips as you reconnect them, further muffled by the contact of your tongues. Xiaojun’s forearms cross over your nape as you burrow your lips down to his neck. He lets out a breathy gasp that tickles your ears as his chin falls onto your shoulder as his mouth goes agape.

You bring your arms up as Xiaojun hastily pulls your sweater over your head and catapults it over the table of food. Your fingers scramble for the collar of his shirt as he undoes the top buttons of yours.

“Good work today, I’ll just make one last check around the place and I’ll get going.” Doyoung says, wiping sweat off of his forehead as he sprawls onto a couch in the waiting area. “See you tomorrow.”

“Thanks boss! Bye!” Karina waves as she exits the restaurant.

Doyoung walks over to the reception desk to see a patch of light coming from the opened door to the private room you were in.

“Is he not done eating?” Doyoung raises a brow, looking at his watch. “Was my food that good?”

“Hey Y/n, we’re closed for tonight, let’s go get some—” Doyoung’s eyes widen upon peeping through the opened door. “—coffee.” He continues his sentence weakly.

In a pushup position over Xiaojun, your hands are on either side of his neck, head buried under his chin, disheveled hair laying over his chest like a puddle. His fingers digging into the wrinkled back of your shirt as his knees wrap around your hips.

“You little—” Doyoung croaks amidst the pants, moans and heavy breathing. His eyebrows dipped as the lids of his twitching eyes vigorously vibrate.

“Th-that wasn’t on the menu!” He softly yells. But ease seems to wash over him however, his agitated expression quickly morphs into one of relief. His mind wanders to the memory of the last time walked in on you two in the compromising position you were in.

Though not a pleasant sight to see, a second time at that, it does offer him the same kind of closure that it did for you. He didn't exactly like the thought of you two doing what you were doing, more so in his restaurant’s VIP room, but he’s happy for you. All those years of pent up regret and brooding, finally over.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he walks the other direction, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at one of the tables in the dining area.

“You’re still not getting that discount.” Doyoung closes his eyes and breathily mumbles.

“And you’re paying for coffee.” He grunts, glaring at the door. One thing he knew for sure was that you two were going to one really expensive café.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.14.21

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kidney9-9 · 4 years

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November Bet

@hollandlover19 asked:

Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤

Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.

Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.

Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending] Warnings: boner, pain and swearing Word Count: 1.6k

Peter regretted the bet so much now.

It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.

Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.

But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.

He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.

Yes, the boner was showing very much.

It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.

The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.

“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.

“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.

He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.

“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met. You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.

“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.

Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.

You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.

You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.

When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.

Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.

He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.

The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.

He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.

“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?

The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.

He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.

“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.

Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.

“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.

You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.

Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.

He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.

He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.

He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.

When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!#love y'all!#kidney9-9

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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Through The Years (Part 6)

Word Count:2575

Warnings: Fluff, Some Language, Some Heated Moments (no smut of course), Maybe Some Angst, Reference To Sex, You’ll See

THE SPEECH IN ITSELF IS 704 WORDS! (NOT INCLUDING THE EXTRA BITS WHERE THERE’S NO TALKING, JUST WHAT THE READER IS DOING)

When I say “The Avengers” I mean Bucky, Sam, Thor, Wanda (lets pretend that she’s probably the villain in Multiverse of Madness), Vision, Scott, Hope, Bruce, and Clint

Also, I had a part for those who wear glasses, obviously you can skip the sentence if you don’t wear any/wanna pretend like you don’t--it’s bolded so you’ll see it

I also based the speech off of Gwen’s in case you didn’t notice

And this was almost longer because I was gonna include Prom but I decided against it

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Age 18

Even though she knew he wouldn’t notice, Y/N smiled at Peter as he drove them to the school. It was her, Peter, Ned, and MJ. MJ and Peter were in the front while her and Ned were in the back. The four were heading to their graduation. All of them dressed in their gowns, caps in their laps. There was no denying the fact that there were nerves felt throughout the car.

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The four slipped out of the car and walked to the football field. MJ and Ned went straight to where their friends were while Peter and Y/N stayed behind. “So...are you ready?”

Y/N looked at her longest friend, “What? Ready for what?”

He sighed, “For the future. The rest of our lives are about to start.”

She shrugged, “I guess.” She looked over to their friends, “It’s just gonna be weird not seeing them next year.”

He nodded, “You know, you never did answer my question on where you were going to for college.”

“University of Cambridge.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That-that’s all the way in the UK”

She shrugged, “I guess. I mean, I was surprised to get in.”

“It’s gonna be expensive.”

“I’m aware. Apparently Mr. Stark left me some money when he died, and I had some from my father that as stashed away, never to be touched. Which was surprising but still.”

“So...I’ll be here in America while you’ll be over in England.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

They stood in silence for a bit. Neither saying anything. Neither acknowledging the tension that they felt. It was weird for them both. Ever since he started dating MJ, they felt this tension when they would be silent. She guessed Peter became to uncomfortable as he spoke, “So, are you going to the party tonight?”

She nodded, “Yeah, yeah I am. You?”

“Probably, I mean, I was actually invited.”

“I think everyone was. Flash said he was inviting ever Senior to be nice.”

“Didn’t know he could be.”

Y/N shrugged, “I guess he can.” She looked up at the sky and then back down at Peter, “Well, we better get over there.”

He nodded, ”Yeah, we should.”

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Y/N stood in front of everyone, a small smile on her face, “Thank you Mr. Morita. And thank you to you parents who came here today and have helped us out within our 4 years of school.” She let out a calming breath, “7 years ago many of us disappeared when Thanos came. For us who did, it was as if we fell asleep and just woke back up. But for those who didn’t, it was a long 5 years. Many people who I knew as little kids, those I tutored, were now taller, and some even older, than me. It was weird, but the look on so many peoples faces when we saw that they had disappeared too was amazing. I remember walking back into the hallway and immediately being hugged by some of my friends. But, I’m not here to just talk about that.” She looked down at the paper and then back up at the crowd, ”They always say High School is the hardest 4 years of you life. Everything that you do and don’t do count. You know, many of us probably think that we’re immortal. Surviving High School without any severe consequences. I mean, we should, High School can be scary.” She moved her eyes and held back a small laugh when she saw the Avengers trying their best to hide. “But, you know what, the fact that we aren’t immortal just makes life better. We can die. And, so many people have. Friends. Family. Strangers. What makes life, every moment of it unique and fragile, is that, eventually, it will end. I think I’ve learned that. I’ve watched as friends of mine come to the brink of death, but then make it back. Actually, I remember, the beginning of my Sophomore year, I was walking back to my friends house because I had left my keys. As I was walking back, I heard a gunshot ring out, I wasn’t really shocked by it, I mean, we live in New York, but was shocked me was that it sounded like it happened right net to my ear. Ten I remember seeing the man I knew so well fall to the ground. That was the moment I realized that we aren’t immortal. That one day, we all are going to die.” She made eye contact with Peter, tears were gathering in his eyes, “I know, it’s ironic to say this today of all the days. But I’m saying this to say, even though we are all going our separate ways and will probably only see each other at reunions and be jealous because someone is more successful. But, I wanted to say this to remind us that time is sensitive. Spend time doing what you want to do. Not what society wants you to do. Don’t waste your life spending someone else. If you want to waste your life, waste it by living your own.” She noticed that some had tears in their eyes, some even had ones falling, “I’m sorry for how saddening I have been, but these are things I’ve wanted to say. I wanted to end High School on a hopeful note. I wanted to have all of us leave here on a hopeful note. Even though we will all have our dark days, days where we feel alone and as if no one is there. There will be days where we feel hopeless. But I want everyone here who I’ve had classes with, even those who’ve I’ve not, to promise me that, no matter what, you will always look for the light at the end of the tunnel. Even if it seems like it’s forever away, promise me that you will because I, and many other people, could not bear to loose someone we care about. I want you to become hope. Become that person that when they see you, they get a glimpse of hope and that no matter what happens, there is still hope. And if you make mistakes, that’s alright because is there any better way to live than to make mistakes and learn from them? Make mistakes and become a better version of ourselves.” She let out a final breath and ignored what she had previously written because it didn’t sound truthful and she looked back at the crowd and spoke from the heart. “So as we look around at those who helped shape us into who we are now and I know it feels as if we are saying goodbye, but we will carry a piece of all of us with us into everything that happens next. That these pieces will remind who we truly are and of who we are going to and meant to be. I’ve had an amazing 4 years with you, some only 2, but I will miss you all so much. Thank you.”

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Y/N walked over to where Peter, Ned, and MJ were. Peter had his arm around MJ and they stood in front on Aunt May and the Avengers. May kept taking photos and Y/N laughed to herself before jogging over. “Wow, taking photos without me, I’m offended.”

Everyone laughed, “Well you’re the one who took 10 minutes.”

She laughed, “Yeah well if you were in the Top 10% Peter then you would understand that you have to get photos with 50 million people so they can put it on their blog, website, paper, magazine, whatever .And parents want to talk and basically say shit to their kids. It’s total bs, I wish I had done bad at some points.” She took her cap off, “Plus I don’t really deserve it.”

“Being Valedictorian is a huge honor! If I hear you say anything about not deserving it I will not hesitate to show you all the reasons why you deserve it.”

“Of course Aunt May.”

“Now, let’s get photos in!”

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Y/N slipped out of her car and walked up the steps to Flash’s house. It was a nice one, but not surprising considering his mom was loaded. She was happy to see she wasn’t the only one in normal, not super nice, clothes. It seemed everyone had changed out of their formal wear from earlier. She herself was no longer in the black jumpsuit and black heels, she was now in a pair of black jeans and some random plain shirt with a pair of converse. Her contacts out and classes on. She smiled and waved at people she knew, but went straight to grab a drink. She knew full well the punch would be spiked, but she didn’t care and poured a glass. The sting of the alcohol made her flinch lightly as it slid down.

“You just got here and you’re already drinking.”

She smiled and looked at Peter as he poured himself a cup, “You’re no better.”

“I guess.”

She looked around and saw MJ was no where to be seen, “So where’s MJ.”

“Oh, she’s already packing to leave.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Where’s she going?”

“NYU.”

“How’re you guys gonna do it?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I took her home and she kinda said she wanted to go through College with no attachments.”

“Makes sense.”

“So, you never told me, what are you going to Cambridge for?”

“Uh, Journalism.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yep. What about you? What’re you going to MIT for?”

He took a sip of his drink, flinching worse than she did. He coughed and shook his head for a sec, “Physics and Electronic Engineering.”

“Like Stark?”

“Yeah. I already wanted to do something like that and Tony said that Physics and Electronic Engineering was a good thing to go into and I looked into them and decided why not.”

She nodded and finally, a comfortable silence fell between them.

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Y/N didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was the drink in her hand. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t with MJ anymore, but she did it. She leaned in and kissed him. But to her surprise, he kissed her back, he sat his drink down and moved closer to her. He wove his hand into her hair and had the other at her hip while she moved one to be behind his neck and the other on his leg. To be honest, they weren’t the only two doing this. In every room there were at least two making out. But they weren’t. They were just kissing. Right?

But he didn’t pull away. And neither did she. They were in a room so no one would see really. They locked the door so they could have peace and quiet from the loud music. Now it was fading out as he moved the hand from her hip to under her top and she moved to sit on his lap. Neither stopping. She was finally able to breathe properly when he moved his lips from hers and onto her neck. She wove her hands into his hair and tugged lightly, earning a groan from him.

He moved his two hands and tugged at her shirt, “Can I?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

He carefully pulled it off and marveled at her. Surprisingly, he had never seen her without a shirt on. Even though she practically lived with him. She always had a top on or he would look away. He kissed her again, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” She relaxed when he sad that, not even realizing how tense she had gotten after he took it off. He looked at her, “Are you okay with everything?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise to tell me when to stop.”

“I promise Peter, now please, continue.”

He let out a small growl and kissed her again.

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Y/N blinked a few times. She had a raging headache. Soon the memories of the previous night came back and she became confused on how she was in Peter’s room. She removed the blanket and slipped out of the bed. She felt how big the clothes were on her and realized she was in one of Peters old shirts and a pair of his pajama pants. She opened the bedroom door and heard the TV on. As she walked out of the hallway she saw Peter sitting on the couch, a bowl of cereal in his lap.

She yawned, “Morning.”

“More of afternoon.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost 1.”

“Oh.”

“Yep. May left as we got back.”

“Which was what time? And I don’t remember leaving.”

“About 7 am and yeah, you were asleep.”

“Got it.”

She quickly made herself a bowl of cereal and sat next to him. They sat in silence as they ate. Sound only emitting from the TV. One of those old animated Captain America shows from the 60s. She wanted to talk about last night, but was scared to.

“So...when’re you leaving?”

She looked at him, “What?”

He shrugged, “For Cambridge. When’re you leaving?”

“Oh...in a month.”

“Cool.”

“Listen Peter, about last night--”

“What? Do you regret it?”

“No! I don’t! All I was gonna say it, what does it mean? What does it make of us?”

“Well what do you want to make it?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you’re going up to Massachusetts and I’m going all the way to Cambridge.”

“Agree to be friends and act like it never happened?”

Even though she could never do that she nodded, “Agree.”

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A month had passed and Y/N was on the way to the airport. Aunt May was driving her because she didn’t want Y/N to leave without saying goodbye to her. May’s car came to a stop and she unbuckled, Y/N and Peter slipped out as well. Peter went to open the trunk and May went and hugged Y/N tightly. “Don’t forget to text me when you get on the plane, before you take off, when you land, when you get to your dorms. Texts me everything.”

“I will.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I know Aunt May.”

May kissed the top of Y/N’s head, “I’ll miss you dear.”

“I’ll be home for Christmas.”

“I know, but there’s the chance you could get caught because of snow.”

“Then I shall call you over Christmas, we can still spend it together.”

“Aunt May, let Y/N go before you suffocate her.”

She loosened her grip and let her arms fall next to her sides, “I’m gonna grab my phone real quick.”

May walked over to her side of the car and leaned in. Y/N looked at Peter and smiled, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

She hugged him, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I will miss you too.”

“I’ll call you everyday.”

“You better.”

“I’ll call so much you’ll be sick of me.”

“I could never.”

They let go, neither noticing the fact that May was taking photos of the two of them. They looked at her and she smiled, hugging the her again, “I love you so much Y/N. I’m so proud of you and I know Ben would be too if he was here.”

Y/N smiled, “Thank you.” She pulled away and sighed, “I should go. I need to get through and who knows how long that will be.”

“Of course.”

Peter handed Y/N her suitcase and overhead bag. “Thanks.” She turned to go into the airport, she turned a gave a final wave to May and Peter before entering the airport lobby.

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prismadog · 3 years

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Found Family AU character facts/background (part 7)

well, folks, we've made it to the last one of these posts - minus the upcoming master post. these just seem to get longer and longer, or maybe it's just because the past two have been about siblings? idk, all I know is that I'm a bit tired of writing these atm.

this last one should - SHOULD be shorter, but we'll see. this one will feature our last two characters - Mr. there's-no-such-thing-as-a-demon Joel Smallishbeans and good ol' Copper Dad Pixlriffs.

*did you know that Mesoglea is a word? I didn't until I kept trying to type "Mezalea" and my computer kept wanting to change it. Mesoglea is a gelatinous substance between the endoderm and ectoderm of sponges or cnidarians, or something. there's your word of the day and it's all thanks to the red squiggly line that appears every time I type "Mezalea"

*edit: guess what? y'all get two of these in one day because I felt like writing this last one! [technically, it's already Saturday but to me, the next day doesn't start until the sun comes up so yeah...two in one day! whoo!] the master post will be tomorrow sometime but idk when.

Joel

Joel is the only child to the Mezalean King and Queen, and was less born to them and more born from the Mother Tree - they couldn't have children so they begged the Mother Tree for an heir, She granted them a child who they raised as their own.

he was often alone growing up, never really played with the other children, but he wasn't lonely - so he and others would say - because he had his terracotta clones. he built many of them with his own two hands and the Mother Tree gave them life. he was raised as a prince and often went to the Gathering of the Empires with his father.

he got on well enough with the other children but kept mostly to himself - that is until he met the princess of the Ocean Empire. he noticed the other noble children seemed afraid of her so he took it upon himself to befriend her - plus, she was so different from the humans/clones around him, she was interesting with her pink hair and pearlescent skin and unnaturally blue eyes.

they would meet at the Gathering and spend the whole time together talking about their kingdoms and their hobbies - Joel was really into building and playing pranks on people, Lizzie was into raising axolotls and has a brother who she looks after. the short meetings weren't enough and Joel talked to his parents about visits with the Ocean Empire - it only makes sense since the two empires boarder each other. unknown at that moment, the Oceanic rulers proposed the same thing to the Mezalean rulers.

visits began between the two kingdoms and Joel found himself in love quickly enough - he loved Lizzie, he loved her little brother, he loved the Ocean Empire itself. but he kept his feelings to himself for fear of rejection, that is until he was about 16 when Lizzie came to him with talk of marriage - their parents had been discussing it but didn't want to force their children into it. he and Lizzie talked it over then went to their parents together and promised a future wedding, he also promised that Jimmy could be his best man.

life was peaceful, there were plenty of long visits between kingdoms, him and Jimmy often got into trouble - then the King of the Ocean Empire was killed. Joel tried to be there for her but found travel between kingdoms difficult due to the ongoing storms surrounding the Ocean Empire, he still managed to write Lizzie and once was able to visit - though getting back was just as difficult as getting in.

then several months later the storms stopped and Lizzie wrote to him about her taking the throne - she had said the Queen returned to the sea, though, he didn't really understand what that meant. he returned to the Ocean Empire and was there for Lizzie's coronation. he started visiting regularly for a time and each visit seemed to last longer than the one before it - he was there so often that Jimmy suggested he just move in. he did, with both his parents' and Lizzie's permission.

two years after that, he asked Lizzie to marry him and she said yes. they had two ceremonies, a proper land-dweller one in Mezalea, and another smaller Oceanic ceremony. being King now to the Ocean Empire meant he was basically a trophy husband but he didn't mind, he was happy as long as he was at Lizzie's side. if there was a Gathering, he or Jimmy would go with her, though usually Jimmy stayed home to watch over the kingdom - but he made sure to bring him plenty of stories and food from the Gathering.

Joel received word from his parents that an illness had struck Mezalea and the King and Queen had caught it. he returned home immediately to help where he could, Lizzie often sent aid to him, as did the kingdom's ally Pixandria - he had hardly ever spoken to the Copper King but he was glad for the aid. his parents unfortunately didn't survive and he lost a good number of civilians to the illness. but it was cured, with the help of the Mother Tree and magic from the Crystal Cliffs, and he became King of Mezalea.

with the illness cured, visits started up again between Mezalea and the Ocean Empire, though there was a lot more time spent apart than together but he and Lizzie made it work. Jimmy sent messages and gifts between the couple, often getting some for himself, until of course Jimmy became of age and wanted to travel the world.

Joel and Lizzie saw Jimmy off - it never ceased to amaze him how his two best friends could turn into giant sea creatures that could wipe out a fleet of ships. they managed visits on their own and sometimes he got letters from Jimmy. the letters stopped for a time and Lizzie grew worried, worried enough that storms nearly threatened the kingdom - but then Jimmy finally wrote them again and things were okay, he was in a swamp settlement and the people were taking care of him.

he and Lizzie went out right away to see him and found him at home in the swamp amongst a bunch of fish-human hybrids. he watched as Lizzie lectured her brother then babied him, then helped set Jimmy up as the ruler of the swamp settlement - the Cod Empire. they left Jimmy sometime later but saw him again at the next Gathering.

Jimmy got on well enough with the other rulers, despite the cod head he wore, though Joel noticed some rulers picking on him. he helped Jimmy from time to time, just so his brother wouldn't be alone, but didn't worry too much since Lizzie wasn't worrying - she was extremely protective of Jimmy but if she wasn't stepping in, then there was no need to worry.

Joel had met many of the rulers when he was a child so he knew pretty much everyone there. the only ones he hadn't met before was Count fWhip of the Grimlands, Wizard Gem of the Crystal Cliffs, and King Joey of the Lost Empire. Gem was all right for a mage, he ended up becoming frenemies with fWhip due to the teasing of Jimmy, and Joey was just weird so he didn't really talk to him unless need be. he got to know Pix a bit more when Pix decided to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy, and he started calling the man "Copper Dad" since his main trade was copper.

Pixl

Pixl was found by a pair of miners in a cave beneath the sands and was taken back to a large desert village, nobody really knew where he had come from, only that he was gifted with visions of death - of those around him and of rulers of the kingdoms outside of the desert. the villagers thought him odd and a bad omen, at first anyway, because he always knew who would die next and would light a candle for them when they passed.

they accepted him after a time, once they realized that he wasn't actually the cause - he would preach to them about Lady Death sometimes and how she would care for their loved ones. everyone in the village had a hand in raising him, as well as raising other children which was their way - it takes a village to raise a child.

Pixl learned how to farm and mine and care for animals, and he learned to build. his first build, guided by his visions, was the Vigil - it stood tall in the center of the village and was home to 12 different colored candles - only two of which were lit - one for Elfking Scott of Rivendell and one for Queen Katherine of the Flower Fields. the rest remained untouched. these flames never went out and the villagers often questioned him about them - he told them that there will be 12 mighty rulers that would change the world, for better or worse he didn't know.

over the years, he continued building up the village, he watched over the Vigil as Prophet of Death, and started working with copper and trading it for other goods. the people began to go to him for help and looked up to him as a leader, they named him the Copper King - a new candle was lit for himself when he was crowned, something he hadn't known would happen.

he continued leading his people and made a few alliances with other kingdoms - with Queen Katherine and the King of Mezalea. there wasn't a lot of contact between the kingdoms other than the Gathering, of which, he never failed to go to. over the years, he watched rulers age and die and watched their heirs take over. it took a long time for him to meet the children who would one day have their candles lit.

the next candle to be lit was for Pearl of Smallholding, though, he didn't know who she was at the time, he didn't even meet her until many years later. the next few happen fairly quickly - Queen Lizzie of the Ocean Empire, King Joel of Mezalea, and a couple years later Dwarf King Sausage of Mythland - these three he had watch grow up through the Gatherings. shortly after Mythland, Wizard Gem took over as the ruler of the Crystal Cliffs - he had known the previous Wizard and through them, knew of their protégé. a year after Gem was her twin brother, Count fWhip of the Grimlands - a new kingdom that managed to rise up from its own sort of desert. a few years later was King Joey of the Lost Empire and Codfather Jimmy of the Cod Empire - Joey's kingdom had once been named Maztec but had been in hiding for so long that it lost its name. due to his alliance with Joel, Pix decided it best to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy as well, somewhat through association but mostly because he liked them.

one candle remains unlit and no matter how much Pixl prays, the answers as to why remain a mystery. he still watches over the Vigil and keeps a count of each rulers' deaths - for some reason, the 11 rulers are allowed to revive themselves every time they die. he finds this odd as well, and a bit concerning.

#empires smp #found family au #xornoth adopts child!shubble au #joel smallishbeans #pixlriffs

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