#unless you're in a theater....but that had a. what's it called. a pause in the middle

[bookwyrminspiration]

Greetings! Disjointed thoughts again: 1) There's going to be keeper graphic novel? That's so cool! 2) Your "nonsie" nicknames are really cute, and remind me of the "anonymous animal" thing on google docs ;) 3) I haven't listened to many of those musicals, so I'll give them a listen (hopefully)! I like a bunch of musicals but my comfort musical is Be More Chill. Also, I'd love to hear about your movie thoughts! I hope you're enjoying your day! - Amethyst

OKAY! Skipping over all that to get right to the movie thing because I simply must speak of it. The movies I was referring to were RRR and Baahubali 1 and 2 (3 isn't out yet). Each one is like 3 hours long ish but they're SO good. Such delightful cinema. They're incredibly dramatic (at least by my standards, which are unfortunately american), and some parts are incredibly unrealistic but takes itself so seriously and it's so entertaining. Not in like, this is a shitty movie that embraces that like velocipastor, but like it's a really well funded and produced movie that knows sometimes realism is a detriment to enjoyment so it throws it out.

It's been a while since i watched Baahubali so I couldn't really tell you the plot (I know I had a lot of fun with it though), but I can tell you RRR is about Indian revolution against british colonies. That. is such an understatement. It's also about these two men who are best friends but also enemies (but don't know they're enemies) overcoming that difference to unite and fuck over england. I don't want to spoil anything but it's SO good and has so much more going on than I can cover. Absolutely worth the 3 hours. There's also a full dance scene in there. And it's also nominated for an oscar for the dance scene song :)

If you don't have 6 hours to watch the baahubali's (skimmed the plot to refresh my memory, I think it's about a sibling rivalry for a kingdom but one of the two didn't know they were an heir, but is also insanely powerful and Good and Things), please find 3 hours to watch RRR you will not regret it it's so so good. I have been to the cinema once in the past three years and it was for this movie and I'd do it again.

Alright back to the rest of this ask. 1) yeah!! very exciting! this doesn't really do anything for me personally because I. am not really into graphic novels or visual media (I can't really picture things in my head), but it does give me something else keeper to add to my collection! 2) thank you! it's kinda become second nature at this point as just a thing that I do, but every so often I remember "huh, I deliberately chose to come up and use that". I didn't want to use the typical "nonnie/nonny" i'd seen, so I switched it up a little and now it's just part of my blog. And also part of some other people's blogs I think, sometimes I see other people say it.

3) Oh i've listened to Be More Chill! I haven't in a while, I must admit, but I listened to the typical new age musicals--Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hanson, Hamilton, Heathers. Oh! Speaking of Heathers, my favorite song from that musical is "I Say No", which isn't even on the main track; it's an addition to the world tour or something along those lines. But when I learned that I was so excited, like woah! There's this bomb song that just isn't on the main track??? WHY isn't it everywhere it's so good!

and thank you, I'm having a pretty good day! played some games (only today learned about the charms in omori), embroidered (ish) a little bunny on my shorts, didn't have to do any homework, stimmed to some songs, etc. Might bake something (apple muffins), unknown yet. I hope you're doing well and having a good whatever time it is where you are!

[murdrdocs]

OKAY im glad you dont find it silly bc i have more modern earth things peter would have fun with!!

he looooves wireless headphones (over ear, obviously) because when hes dancing he always loses his balance when he got his arm wrapped in a wire. he can twirl freely now.

he does, however, hate it when you show him the footloose remake. he spends the whole time complaining.

i think he has a lot of fun with animals (bc of a certain best buddy he had back in the sky) and fucking LOVES funny animal videos and sends them to you all the time. also, he likely spends a lot of his time volunteering and rehabilitation facilities, especially those with rescued baby raccoons.

he would probably love a spielberg and scorsese marathon, two of the most famous directors from the time he left earth, to catch him up on their recent work. he really likes jurassic park but feels really bad for all the dinosaurs. also, ian malcom looks like a guy he met on sakaar once? and i think he’s just in awe of the fact that you can watch whatever movie you want and listen to whatever song whenever you want at any time of day. which is why the ORIGINAL footloose is somehow always playing in the background on the tv.

he doesn’t like a lot of popular music from nowadays, but he WILL listen to the deep cuts like a hipster. (don’t call him that, he doesn’t know what it means.) i could see him being really into psych rock and some blues rock from today. take him to lollapalooza, please. he’ll have the time of his life.

and lastly this isn’t exclusive to modern day but he obviously didn’t really get the chance to enjoy them as a child, he would fucking LOVE amusement parks. ride all the rides, play all the games to win you all the prizes. (he’s suspiciously impeccable at the shooting ones)

this is all so so accurate like i don't even have anything to add??

except, the amusement park thing is 100% true. no matter how big the ride is, he's on it (fury 325 im looking @ u). he has his hands up, "woo"ing like his life depends on it, and he invests in a fast pass because he's super impatient and hates waiting in the long lines. the carnies hate him because the games are obviously rigged, but peter still manages to win ? and he doesn't even know that they're rigged, he's just winning them back to back, betting he could do so whenever you try to tell him that they games are impossible to win. (he only wants a kiss and a slice of pizza, btw)

also, quill is always down for a movie night. for the first few months back on earth, he alternates between listening to music and watching movies. once he's caught up on his old favorites, he literally just rewatches them. he almost flat-out refuses to go to theaters and see new releases, unless it's from one of the older greats or possibly the newer ones (he likes some christopher nolan films, but he can't get into wes anderson). also the jurassic park bit is rlly getting me because he gets to the newer ones, and just pauses the tv whenever owen grady comes up because peter swears he's his long lost twin or doppleganger. and you're just playing with him, gaslighting him just a bit ("no, owen grady is hotter than you. you guys don't look alike at all").

he's also the type to see strays and bring them home, leaving you both to call around and figure something out. but he can't just leave them there. he'd rather have a barn for a house than have strays out there alone.

he would be so confused and a little offended if you called him a hipster, because he literally just doesn't ?? know ?? what you mean ?? at first he thinks you're calling him a hippie and that's way off. all he knows is that when you say "hipster", your voice has a teasing tone and you have a little smile that tells him it's not an amazing comparison.

completely random but peter has no concept of money. when he was a kid, $5 was like heaven to him, but he's dealt with so many intergalactic monetary conversions that dollars mean nothing to him. so when he's shopping for a pair of overear headphones, and he stumbles upon the pricy sony or apple ones, he's just like "that's a reasonable price, right?". until you remind him of how much money he has in his bank account so he's fine with a cheaper pair from amazon.

which, speaking of, peter becomes addicted to amazon for a moment. having all of that at the tap of his finger is overwhelming, and he's a mini-hoarder for a few weeks until you change the amazon password and refuse to tell him.

[hopetune]

She watches as Kaveh approaches the stage, her invite taken and extended beyond its original measure. Her breath is hitched, bated, with all the anticipation of a young fledgling about to take its first flight. Kaveh grows closer to the girl—Robin's hummingbird heartbeat flutters furiously. She sees the architect's lips move, and his hand go to extend something towards the girl—

And then the scene falls apart.

A quick blink, and the theater is gone. There is only the girl from before, a door, and the rest of her companions. Robin gasps as she sees Kaveh.

"Mr. Kaveh—!"

She exclaims, seeing the shards of glass that lay in his palm, sharp like daggers and gleaming like teeth. Robin hears Furina call to him similarly, though Kaveh seems too dazed to recognize either of them. He looks quite a bit pale, actually—she feels something in her heart twist at the sight of it.

Hadn't she seen him like this before? Covered in the marks of a struggle, dusted with rubble, pallid and limp on the ground of that tower? How could she ever let this happen again? Perhaps she should have been the one to go onstage instead...

Alas, regrets are a song that echo ceaselessly and without care. These questions are ones that won't have good answers, but she will always search for them anyways. But there's no use for it, there never has been. The songstress swivels her head, as though to fiercely shake the memory from her head, and sees that the girl that had been onstage is now in this same limbo as them. Casting a sidelong glance toward Kaveh and Furina, Robin considers her options—then makes her approach.

"Are you alright? Do you feel different from before?"

The girl seems to be in a similar dazedness as Kaveh, though quickly snaps back at the sound of Robin's voice.

“ before..? ” your voice seems to pull her to reality, and she pulls herself up to sit before beginning to wipe at her eyes. “ what before? i feel… fine. ” she looks puzzled, then shakes her head. “ what a dream. ”

Her eyes widen. A dream? Robin looks around them, trying to catch what details she can. Nothing about this looked like a dream—though she felt that this set worked similarly to one. "Oh… I see. Don't mind me. I'm glad to hear you feel fine, then." a pause. "Do you happen to know where we are?"

“ …in a dream. ” she affirms Robin's thoughts. Her brows furrow now. “ is that not what this is? are we somewhere else? ”

"So you're aware of it?" Now it's her turn to furrow her brows, "I think I'm beginning to understand." Robin moves past her, approaching the door. "If we enter through this, would we wake up? Or simply move deeper in the Dreamscape?"

“ i’m not sure, i’ve never… seen this place before. or opened any doors. ”

"Would you like to join us?" Robin asks, extending a hand out to her, "I'm quite familiar with dreams. If you're stuck here, perhaps we can help you get out. Not unless you feel you can wake up on your own, of course."

“ sure, ” she reaches to accept, then nods, “ that sounds fine. ”

Robin smiles at her. The feeling of holding someone's hand soothes her, despite everything. "Wonderful." then she turns to Kaveh and Furina. "Shall we go through the door?"

When they step through the doorway, a new scene unfurls before them—eyes snap open to reveal that they once again find themselves in the presence of puppets and of a girl. She stands in front, pink hair tied into pigtails, and expression remaining blank. Their little red-lipped performer is nowhere to be found, and Robin finds herself rubbing her palm, just barely feeling the warmth that she had left behind.

" ah, this one, " alor sighs from all around you, wistful, " always being seen, always for things she doesn't wish to be. by this point it's no wonder she's given up. "

Robin glances around, searching for Kaveh and Furina. She recalls, at once, how Kaveh had reached for the girl with red lipstick. Rising from her desk, the songstress deigns to do something similar. She nears the front, arm outstretched, and taps the girl on her shoulder.

"Hello, miss. Can you hear me?"

Though she flinches at the touch, and searches for where it might come from, the answer is a resounding no.

@fanfaire

give little anguish

˚ʚ [ #GHSecondSky — week 2 ] ɞ˚

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Compound Conspiracy

"I'm going to kick your ass - I know what you all are doing," Bucky quietly spits into his phone.

"Steve's not coming either, is he?" you ask, though you're pretty sure you have your answer. It was just the two of you waiting in front of the movie theater that you'd all agreed upon when Steve arranged this team movie night.

Except, slowly but surely, you and Bucky got texts and calls from every other member telling you they weren't going to be able to make it tonight. 

"No, he's not," Bucky grunts, aggressively flipping his phone shut.

"So it's just you and me?"

"Yeah, guess movie night's a bust," he grumbles. "Maybe we can try another night."

"You know," you say as he's turning around to leave. "I know I'm not your first choice, but we could still hang out? Just the two of us?"

Bucky stops the second he hears your offer. He pauses, wondering if you're just being nice or if you genuinely want to spend time with him. "Uh, yeah. We could - we could do that."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I do like spending time with you."

"You do?" Bucky asks in utter disbelief. 

"Of course I do."

"Why?"

You tilt your head, slightly confused by the question. "Why wouldn't I? You're great."

His eyebrows pull together, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "I don't think I've ever met a person that would call me great. You might be alone there."

You shrug. "I'm okay with that- but I don't think I am."

"You know, what the heck, let's go have some fun," Bucky says, nudging his head in the opposite direction.

"What about the movie?"

"I've got something better in mind."

You smile excited to see what Bucky's plans entail and waste no time in walking right beside Bucky. As the two of you walk side by side, arms slightly grazing together, you can't help yourself when you reach out and to hold Bucky's hand. You don't even realize you do it until Bucky slightly jolts at the touch, and you instantly pull away your hand. "Sorry, Tony says I have issues with boundaries."

"Yeah, well Tony's a know-it-all," Bucky says, reaching out and taking your hand again.

You simply smile, liking the feeling of Bucky's hand in yours. "You know, I've gotta be honest. I think they ditched us on purpose."

"Yeah, well that's what we get for being friends with a bunch of heroes. They like to meddle."

"Meddle? I thought they just didn't want to see the movie I picked. What are they meddling with?"

"Nothing," Bucky sighs, shaking his head. 

"So where are we going?" you ask, changing the subject.

"I was thinking Coney Island? Unless you don't want to," he quickly adds.

"Coney Island?"

"Like the amusement park?"

You purse your lips. "Never heard of it."

"Oh you're going to have a lot of fun- trust me," he says, smiling brightly at you.

Then it's the end of the night, his jacket is wrapped around your shoulders, the giant stuffed animal that he won for you in your arms. You're slowly walking down the hallway to your room, trying to extend your night with Bucky as much as possible. 

"Oh here, before I forget," you say, sliding his jacket off when you reach your door. "Thank you- I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me too," Bucky smiles warmly. "Good night."

In a moment of unbridled courage and bravery, you stand on your tip toes and kiss his cheek. "Good night," you say, turning the knob and shuffling into your room.

Still replaying that moment and smiling to himself, he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a drink before bed. He flicks on the light and slightly jumps at the sight of Steve and Sam sitting there in the dark with mischievous grins on their faces. "What the hell? How long have you two been sitting there?"

"Long enough to see that smile on your face," Steve teases. "I wonder how lost in thought you have to be to not see us sitting here?"

"Do you know what time it is? We've been worried sick," Sam says, jokingly standing up and crossing his arms.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have ditched us," Bucky retorts, his smile dropping after remembering how they'd all ditched you two.

"So you took her out on a date instead?" Steve says, nodding his head excitedly.

"It wasn't a date."

"Well, where did the two of you go?" Sam asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Coney Island."

"And what did you do there?" Steve knowingly smirks.

"What else? We walked around, got some food, played a few games, got on some rides. It's not a big deal," Bucky scoffs, throwing his jacket on the couch and walking to the counter to pour himself a much needed drink.

"On the Ferris Wheel?" Steve continues.

"So?" Bucky defensively grunts.

"Did she snuggle closer to you when you got to the top?" Sam playfully teases.

Bucky's frown deepens, taking a large pull from his drink. "It was cold."

"And that's why you gave her your jacket?" Steve adds, his eyebrows furrowing like he doesn't believe a word Bucky's saying.

Bucky scoffs, "Yeah, and?"

"Mhm, and you won that teddy bear for her?" Sam asks.

"I'm not seeing your point."

"Just one last question," Sam smirks. "You paid for everything?"

"Well, I'm not an animal. Of course I did."

"Hm, sounds a lot like a date to me," Steve confirms.

"It sounds like the kind of date you'd see in a movie," Sam agrees.

"How about we get back to the fact that you ditched us?" Bucky states, turning to Steve. "You don't look sick to me."

"Well, I, uh, I feel much better," Steve stammers, eyes not quite meeting Bucky's.

Then Bucky glares at Sam. "And you didn't even make up an excuse, you just texted 'can't make it- sorry'. You didn't even type out sorry. Just s-r-y."

"At least I didn't lie to you," Sam retorts, pointing to Steve.

"And everyone else?" Bucky demands, looking at Sam and Steve's equally guilty expressions. "Oh my God, how did this turn into one big conspiracy to get the two of us together? And why is everyone in on it?"

"Have you seen the two of you together? The way you look at her- I've never seen you smile like that," Sam wistfully adds.

"You guys are insane!" Bucky barks. "Have either of you stopped to think that maybe she doesn't feel that way about me?"

"No," Steve and Sam simultaneously respond.

"And what happens if she finds out about this elaborate scheme, huh? Did either of you stop to think how uncomfortable that would make her- that the whole compound is meddling in something they have no business in?"

"Bucky, stop," Steve interrupts. "We've seen how she looks at you, it's the same way you look at her...but you're right- that would make anyone uncomfortable...We'll back off."

"We will?" Sam sputters.

"You will?" Bucky asks, equally shocked at how easily Steve's willing to give in.

"We will," Steve confirms, nodding at Sam. "But-"

"Of course there's a but," Buck grumbles.

"But have you ever considered that she does feel the same? That's she wants you to make the first move? You're not exactly the easiest person to read."

"Exactly," Sam smiles boastfully. "How'd you two leave it tonight anyway?"

A light blush dusts across Bucky's cheeks. His lips pulling in, trying to keep himself from smiling at the memory of walking you to your door. You shyly handing him back his jacket, kissing his cheek.

"You dog!" Sam teases, lightly punching Bucky's shoulder. "Did you kiss her goodnight? Did she kiss you goodnight?"

"It wasn't like that," Bucky quietly objects.

"Look at how he's blushing- it's totally like that," Sam snickers.

"It was a kiss on the cheek- I'm not going to read into. It was what it was."

"But you are- aren't you?" Steve smirks.

"I call best man at their wedding!' Sam blurts.

Steve's smile immediately drops. "You can't call best man- that's not how that works. And it should be me, I've known Bucky the longest."

"Well, I'm his best friend. Besides, I already called dibs. Don't hate because I beat you to it."

"Have you two lost it- we're not even going out yet and you're planning a wedding?"

"Yet? You heard that he said yet! He's going to ask her out!" Sam exclaims, practically shaking with excitement.

"I'm going to bed," Bucky exhales. 

"With or without the missus?" Sam calls as Bucky walks away from the two meddling matchmakers. 

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The next morning, you're up early making breakfast. You're in a particularly wistful mood this morning. So wistfully oblivious that you don't immediately notice Wanda and Nat walk into the kitchen until Nat pulls out one of your headphones.

"Someone looks like they're in a good mood," Nat wryly remarks, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Always," you smile.

"Seems like you're in an even better mood than usual. Could last night have anything to do with that? Or maybe a certain super soldier taking you out on a date?"

You try to tame the fierce blush on your face. "It wasn't like that. How do you even know about- Wait, did you guys ditch us on purpose?"

Nat scoffs. "Of course not. We wouldn't do something like that."

"You did!" you gasp. "So you're telling me you weren't sick?" you ask Wanda, then turn to Nat, "And you weren't taking care of Steve? Was Steve even sick?"

"You can yell at us for lying later! I need to hear about the date- Steve told me you two stayed out late," Nat says suggestively. 

"It wasn't like that," you insist, not meeting Wanda or Nat's eyes.

"Let's see," Nat says, plucking your phone from your hand. "Hmm...you've been listening to Lover all morning."

"It totally was like that!" Wanda squeals. "Where did he take you? Did he walk you to your room? Did he kiss you goodnight?"

"We went to Coney Island," you mumble, the blush growing an even darker shade of red as you recall the absolutely perfect evening you and Bucky shared. "And it...it was nice."

"Nice? That's all we get? What did you two do there? Did you walk back home or did he pay for a cab? Did he pay for everything or did you go Dutch? I need more than just 'nice'."

"You know, I could just ask Steve," Nat shrugs. "Apparently Bucky told him all about it- and that he had a good time too."

"He said that?" you ask, a little too eager.

"I'll tell you what Bucky said if you tell me all about your date."

"How do I know you're not trying to trick me? Like you tricked us last night?"

"Well, you rode the Ferris Wheel, he gave you his jacket because you got cold-"

"Alright, alright," you quickly interject. "We walked to from the theater. And played games, got on a few rides. It was...nice."

"And we're back to nice," Wanda exhales in defeat, slightly shaking her head.

"It was," you shrug. "But it doesn't even matter, because I don't think he likes me like that."

"But you do like him like that?" Nat asks.

"Ooh, look at that blush- she totally does," Wanda teases, only stopping when she hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

Both Nat and Wanda pull their lips in as a vain attempt to keep themselves from smirking when they see Bucky walking into the kitchen.

"Morning," he nods to all three women.

"Morning," Nat and Wanda cheekily respond. Then it's silent for a few moments, both women watching the way you and Bucky keep exchanging silent, pining glances.

"You know, we have that thing to do!" Wanda exclaims, grabbing Nat's arm.

"Oh, that thing! I forgot about that thing!" Nat replies following Wanda's lead.

"We have a thing," Wanda says, turning to you and Bucky. "But we'll see you guys later!"

"Subtlety is not their strong suit," you mumble, watching your friends scurry off to leave you and Bucky alone.

"No, it's not," he remarks, rolling his eyes. He watches you for a moment when you turn back to your cooking, an involuntary smile growing on his face as he thinks about last night. "I had a lot of fun last night."

You smile at him over your shoulder. "Me too."

"Maybe we could do that again. You know without all our friends ditching us," Bucky laughs, and you turn around to look at the expression on his face, to see if he's being serious. "Just me and you."

"Like a date?" you cautiously ask, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

For a second, he's about to tell you no- if only to protect himself from rejection, but then he thinks about his friends assurances last night. How they swore up and down that his feelings were reciprocated. So he nods, feigning as much confidence as he can, "Yes- exactly like a date."

"I'd really like that."

"Operation Grumpy Sunshine is a success," Wanda quietly squeals to Nat, the two of them listening in to your conversation from around the corner.

[nachotrash]

MORE INCORRECT QUOTES WITH MY MOOTS

ft: @catchmewiddershins @lilikags and @paradise-creator // no haikyuu boys this time

Pauline: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Wid, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

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Pauline: We're having a baby. Shiyu: Oh, congradu- Wid, slamming adoption papers onto teh table: It's you, sign here.

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Pauline: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Shiyu, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Wid, whispering: Because I have little hands. Shiyu: Because they have little hands.

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Wid: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Lili: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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Wid: Pros and cons of dating me. Wid: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Wid: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

(cons. you're the smart one😔)

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Shiyu: Sure, you're verified on twitter, but are you verified in the eyes of god?

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Pauline: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.

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Shiyu: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

(*lipbites in 166 cm*)

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Wid: I don't dab. I stab.

(nOw WhEarE HAvE i SeEn ThIs BeFoRe)

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Shiyu: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(t-pose to assert dominance)

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Shiyu, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Shiyu, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

(lmao baby nacho really be bold)

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Shiyu: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Lili: It's not ugly, just aesthetically challenged.

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Pauline: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

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Pauline: All of your existences are confusing. The Squad: How so? Pauline: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

(we are the squad now)

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Lili: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Wid: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something. Wid: I need my socks.

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Pauline: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

(yes yes you are how dare you)

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Shiyu: Yeah I'm LGBT. Shiyu: cuLt leader. Shiyu: God hates me personally. Shiyu: cowBoy hat. Shiyu: *sniffles* Trying my best.

(my asexual ass be like;)

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Wid: *plays shreksophone* Wid: Woo. Wid: Time to listen to this on loop for all eternity. Shiyu: ...Genius coping mechanism my friend

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Shiyu: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Pauline: Killed without hesitation.

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Pauline: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Pauline: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Pauline: I hate Lili. Shiyu: "Hate' is a strong word. Pauline: I have strong opinions.

(oh no)

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Wid: How does that even work? Shiyu, mocking them: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?! Wid: Your face doesnt make sense.

(...fair enough)

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Pauline: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Pauline: My stomach growled super loud in French. Pauline: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Shiyu: Bonjour. Lili: Le growl. Wid: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

(reminds me of the 'ill speak french between your legs' tumblr legend and im wheezing)

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Shiyu: *tapping fingers on table* Lili: *taps fingers back furiously* Wid: …What’s going on? Pauline: Morse code. They’re talking. Shiyu: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … - Lili: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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Shiyu: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Wid, Lili, & Pauline: Okay. Shiyu: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Wid: Bold of you to assume I have money. Lili: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Pauline: Bold of you to assume I can die.

(pauline is a goddess. goddesses cant die)

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Lili: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Wid: Strong. Shiyu: Weak. Pauline: An idiot, is what your are.

(as long as you dont flinch or scream youre strong. unless you get punched in the gut by someone like ushijima ofc)

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Shiyu: Those darn tall old people. Wid: Darm em' indeed. Pauline: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Lili: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead. The Squad: Lili: Hahaha. Lili: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Wid: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Pauline. They're mad at you. Pauline: No, it's Shiyu. They're just being gramatically correct! *meanwhile* Shiyu: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them. Lili: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'. Shiyu: I stand by my choice.

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Wid: What do we think of Shiyu? *pause* Lili: *sighs* Nice pal. Pauline: I think they're gay.

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Wid: Where is Shiyu? Pauline: I'll do you one better, who is Shiyu?? Lili: Here's a better question, why is Shiyu?

(i dont know man. ive been trying to figure it out for the last few years)

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Wid: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake? Wid & Lili: One, two, three- Wid & Lili: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks! Shiyu: Our turn, Pauline! One, two, three- Shiyu: Vanilla! Pauline: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?

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Pauline: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Wid: A doll. Shiyu: A cinnamon roll. Lili: A sweetheart. Pauline: Pauline: ...stop it.

(cant deny the truth bby)

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Wid, Pauline & Shiyu: *screaming* Lili: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Shiyu?! Wid: Wait, why are you asking Shiyu that when Pauline and I are also here? Lili: Because Shiyu wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

(i mean... its true )

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Pauline: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Wid: Fucking Shiyu and Lili were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

(manifests dvalin cause i wanna ride on their back and fall off)

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Lili: Wake me up- Wid: Before you go go Shiyu: When September ends Pauline: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

(cant wake up- WAKE ME UP INSIDE)

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Shiyu, watching Pauline & Lili panic : What's going on? Wid: Pauline is having a midlife crisis and Lili is just having a crisis.

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Lili: *Gasp* Pauline: wHAT?? Lili: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Pauline: *inhales* Wid, in another room with Shiyu: Why can I hear screeching?

(shiyu: same shit different day)

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Shiyu: Christmas is cancelled. Wid: You can't cancel a holiday. Shiyu: Keep it up, Wid, and you'll lose New Year's too. Wid: What does that mean? Shiyu: Lili, take New Year's away from Wid.

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Pauline: So, are they your friend or... Lili: They’re like Wid, but if Wid was ordered to be around you. Pauline: Oh, so Shiyu. Lili: Precisely!

(if its about how annoyed i always look then you ahve a point)

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Wid: You’re just being paranoid. Again. Pauline: When have I been paranoid? Wid: Um, when you first met Lili you thought they were an undercover cop…? Pauline: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera! Wid: And last year you were sure Shiyu was a mermaid! Pauline: They hate wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?! *Later, when Pauline’s theory is proven wrong* Wid: Do you have anything to say for yourself? Pauline: I still think Shiyu is a mermaid.

(id gladly be one)

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*Wid drunkenly wanders around the manor and Lili is drunkenly giggling* Shiyu, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Pauline. Pauline, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

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Wid: We need to distract these guys. Lili: Leave it to me. Lili: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Pauline & Shiyu: *immediately begin arguing*

(*pulls out dictionary*)

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Shiyu, with Wid and Lili behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Shiyu: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Shiyu: Pauline FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Wid: What is love? Pauline: An emotional minefield. Shiyu: A neurochemical reaction. Lili: Baby don't hurt me.

(BECAUSE FUCK EMOTIONS)

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Pauline: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Wid: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Lili: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Shiyu: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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Shiyu, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Pauline: Gray. Lili: Grey. Shiyu, turning to Wid: Now tell them what color you think it is. Wid: Dark white.

[neoarchipelago]

Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader) part 4

A/N: ok… i'm like so pissed cuz I wrote this like 5 hundred times and I'm still not satisfied with it but hey. Here you have it my darlings it's short, not very good, so I apologise annnnd no real smut in this one...

Word count : 3 207 

Warnings: blood, light 18+ content, violence 

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The sun was barely visible in the sky when you opened your eyes. Looking at your side at the man sleeping, you smiled to yourself. You didn't entirely understand how things happened this quickly but you were in bliss at the moment. You watched him as he slept, his back shown to you. You took notice of the tattoo on his back and bit your lip. The way his toned back and tattoo made you feel was ridiculous. He was full of surprises. You were tempted to touch his back, to let your fingers run across his skin… where a few light scratches covered his shoulders. You blushed heavily, knowing exactly where did those come from. You let your eyes close for a few seconds, the tiredness getting the best of you once more. 

The sound of a phone ringing made you frown and moan. This was a rude way to wake up. However the strong arms you were wrapped in seemed even grumpier. You heard him groan as he lifted himself up on a arm to grab his phone on the nightstand. 

"Yes, Winston?" He let out in a husky voice. 

You smiled up at him as he glanced down at you. His features seem to soften, making you blush. 

"Today?" He asked, frowning again. 

Another pause while you cuddled up in his arms, hiding away your blush. 

"Alright. I'm on it." The last words were spoken in a hurry as he hung up. 

The phone was throne a bit harshly on the nightstand as John wrapped his arms around your body once more, making you giggle as he ducked down to plant light kisses on your neck. However the soft bite that followed changed the mood entirely, as you let out a soft moan. Another groan was let out by him as you shifted position. He was hovering over you, your legs around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were already both naked from the long night you spent and it was making the temperature rise quite quickly. He stared into your soul, making you drown into his deep brown eyes. 

"John…" his name rolled off your tongue as if it was always meant to be. 

You loved watching his reaction every time you spoke it out, the way his gaze seem to darken. Leaning down to kiss you, you let yourself lose yourself once more unto his touch. He pulled away making you moan in disappointment. You could see it in his eyes, how he wanted to pursue this to much deeper and enjoyable moments. But he was holding back. 

"(y/n)... I gotta get up…" he let out in a breath. 

You sulked a bit, acting cute. He smirked at your attempt to make him stay. 

"I really have to go. I have to... some things… to take care of." He added seriously. 

"Do you really have to go now?" You asked your voice still a bit sleepy. 

He seemed to ponder the idea for a few seconds. You used that moment of unawareness to beg one last time. 

"Don't leave before making love to me at least…" you let out in a soft whisper, looking at him directly. 

You were always mesmerized by the way you could see how he broke down to your pleading everytime. Like if something broke inside of him every time you asked for more of him. The reaction you were begging for didn't took long to show. 

"Wouldn't think of it…" 

His rough whisper made you shiver under him, as he kissed you once more, your tongues melting together as you pulled him closer to you. His rough hands ran across your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind, as your own hands tangled in his hair. You breath caught in your throat as one of his hands reached in between your legs. However the moan you let out mixed with the sound of another phone ringing. 

You mentally cursed whoever was calling you as John chuckled, unfortunately pulling away. 

"You're not gonna answer that?" He asked with a smirk. 

You shook your head. No. You didn't want to answer that. 

"No.." you let out in a whine. 

He chuckled once more, leaning back down to kiss you. But he was unreachable once more. He pulled back, just a few inches. 

"I'm not going to fuck you right now…" he whispered looking into your eyes. Making you breathless. 

"You're gonna have to wait until I come back." He added.  "And you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I allow you to." He finished in a tone that left no room for discussion. 

You whined, but you knew it was pointless. 

"Yes sir…" you simply let out, feeling a bit breathless. 

He kissed you once more making you melt one last time. You felt cold when he got up from the bed. You watched him as he got dressed, noticing the amount of scars on his skin, making you wonder how some of them were even possible. He glanced back at you, as you faked a pout. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his hand run through your hair. You heart was drowning in the amount of feelings this man made you feel. You watched as he grabbed your phone. 

"Code princess." 

You blushed at the pet name but complied, showing him the code to unlock your phone.

"Your friend Leia called you." He let out as he typed something on your phone. 

"I'll call her back after." You said, snuggling your blanket and curling closer to him. 

He threw you a side glance as he paused for a second, before turning back to your phone. You wanted to giggle and melt away like a child but refrained from acting like that in front of him. His phone buzzed and he put down your phone, checking his. 

"When will you be back? Do you think… we can see each other again this weekend?" You asked, not wanting to ask for too much either. 

"I don't know princess… I'll try my best. I'll text you, okay?" 

You nodded before sitting up suddenly as he stood up. 

"But I don't have your-" 

" Yes you do." He let out in a smirk. 

You gasped, before he leant down, kissing you one last time. 

"See you later princess." 

"See you…" 

And just like that he was gone. 

The silence that filled the room was almost suffocating. You still felt like your body was burning up. The memory of his hands touching your skin was slowly making you wetter. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve at least a bit of the tension he built inside you, but playing his game was much more tempting. And as if he could read your mind, your phone buzzed, with a message sent from him. 

'Don't touch yourself.' 

You giggled and decided to obey nicely, getting up instead of lingering in your tempting bed, where his smell seemed to trap you into a land of dreams and memory you didn't want to leave. Putting on an oversized shirt and just some panties you decided to take a breakfast before running a bath. You felt too hungry at the moment. 

While you poured yourself a cup of coffee and grabbed some toast, a knock was heard at the door of your small apartment. Little time had passed since John left and you wondered if he had left something. You glanced around the room frowning and walked to the door. As you opened it you froze in place, and almost choked on the piece of toast you were chewing. 

"T-Tommy?" You called out. 

The boy smiled up at you as you tried to hide your confusion. It was maybe 9 am, and you weren't used to see him come to your house, uninvited. 

"Hey there sunshine!" He rang, in his usual good mood. 

You tried to smile as he pushed passed you to walk in. You closed the door and walked behind him. 

You followed him into your small kitchen where he sat in one of the chairs of your small round table. 

"What brings you here? Did something happen with Leia?" You wondered truly confused with the situation. 

"Oh, no. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Wanted to see how you've been." 

You smiled up at him, finding back that feeling of a brother's affection in his words. He had always been protective of you and Leia like this and you truly found it adorable. Growing up you didn't have any siblings and Tom had always played that part in your life. 

"I'm fine. I've been much better lately, thank you for worrying tommy…" you spoke out, before taking a sip of your coffee. 

"I'm glad, bunny." 

You giggled at the pet name. He always seemed to find new weird or cute pet names to call you. 

"Yo, you got that book… hum … you know from that English dude who writes theater?" He asked making you giggle again. 

"Romeo and Juliet, from Shakespeare tommy." You let out in an amused tone. 

"Yes, that! For my English literature class" he added in a smirk. 

"Yes sure it's in my room, on one of the book shelves" you said while standing up. 

"Wait, I'll go, eat your breakfast little mouse." 

You chuckled once more as he stood up, throwing you a wink. You sighed, sitting back down as you watched him disappear into your room. Grabbing your phone, you pondered on the idea of sending John a message. You missed him already, but you didn't want to bother him if he was busy. The sound of Tommy's voice brought you out of your dilemma, as you put your phone down again.

"Did you have a sleepover?" He asked, a smirk on his face yet a small frown. 

You felt your blood run cold for a second. You were sure your face had whitened at the question, as your mind raced over what could have possibly gave him this idea. 

"H-hum… no, not really..." you said, trying to smile away your sudden panic. 

He stared at you for a second before smiling. You shivered at the sight. It wasn't a warm smile, it felt… cold. Something inside you was screaming that this wasn't a safe situation anymore. Trying to change the subject and the mood you spoke out. 

"Do you want some coffee tommy?" You asked, rising from your chair and walking to one of your cupboards.

"No. Thanks." His tone was empty, yet the smile hadn't left his lips.

"Some toast? Orange juice?" You added. 

"I want to know the fucking truth." 

You glanced at him in shock. His smile was gone and he was looking at you angrily. 

"Excuse me?" You added, frowning. 

"I want to know who you been fucking with?" He spoke coldly. 

"Tom!" You half-yelled. 

Fear started rushing through you as you felt tiny under his angry and cold stare. He took a step forward, and you could suddenly hear your heart pounding in your ears. 

"Your room stinks of that fucker's perfume." 

What? You frowned. He smelt John's cologne? On your sheets? You could feel yourself getting sick at the thought. 

"I-I don't think it's any of your business…" you let out, trying to sound brave. 

He let out a cold snicker, as he looked down at the book in his hands. He turned around, and slammed the cup of coffee on the table, sending it crashing against the wall. You let out a yelp, now fully scared. You were expecting him to turn to you, but he simply walked out of the room, and you heard the front door slam shut, making you jump in the process. The tears blurring your eyes as you tried to process what just happened. Trying to figure out how did the the situation took such a dark tone. You wondered if he would come back, and adrenaline ran through you as you rushed to your front door to lock it. Letting yourself fall down, your back against the now secured door, you tried to catch your breath as you sat on the ground. How of breath from the panic you looked around your empty apartment and you wished John was still here. 

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"Hello?" 

The voice was shaky and John frowned. 

"(Y/n). Is everything ok?" He immediately asked. 

The small moment of hesitation made him worry. 

"Hum… y-yeah… it's just… I've had a rough morning" you tried to finish in a chuckle. 

John didn't buy it once. You voice sounded hoarse, like you had been crying. John was already having a bad feeling. 

"Have you been crying?" He asked, his tone revealing a bit too much the growing anger inside him. 

Again. The silence that followed only made it worse.

"A bit.. yes." You couldn't lie. Not about this. 

John closed his eyes, anger and worry rushing furiously through him. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

Every second of silence that fell before you answered made John want to rush back to your house. 

"Can.. can we talk about it when you'll be here?" You pleaded. 

John set his mind immediately. 

"Yes, I'll be here tomorrow night, don't stay alone. Call your friend over. Alright?" 

"Hm hm." You agreed. 

"Hey baby girl. I'll be there soon. Alright?" 

"Alright…" 

Hanging up, John changed his attitude immediately. Suddenly, he felt extremely annoyed he had to take care of this job. His goal was to finish it as soon as possible and go back to you. The thought of someone hurting you… he closed his eyes for a second. Loading his gun, he didn't wait another second before starting his job.

His moves were angrier than usual. Faster. They were set to kill, and to kill as fast as possible. His focus didn't falter. Yet he was messy. This time there was much more important to do.

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You looked at your phone after John hung up. He had somehow immediately noticed something was up. Sighing you still did your best to do as he advised. Looking down at Leia's missed called you decided to call her back, and maybe propose some sort of actual sleepover with her. 

You were glad she immediately accepted. You tried your best to keep your mind of the morning's events. Cleaning up the house and studying all day, you did your best to keep your mind busy. 

The sun slowly vanished from the blue sky, and you knew Leia would soon get home. You had prepared your room for the perfect sleepover. Fluffy blankets and pillows and a movie on a small projector. Snacks and of course, you had ordered pizza. 

You just wanted to enjoy the night and forget about the 'tommy' incident. But things weren't exactly your side. It was such a shame. You were so happy to hear the door ring. Jumping on your feet you ran to the door. But as soon as your eyes landed on Leia's red eyes. You knew something was up. 

"Leia? Honey… what's wrong?" You asked, pulling her inside softly and closing the door behind you. 

Grabbing her bag, you both walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. 

"(y/n)... You don't even know…" your sweet friend whimpered. 

Grabbing her hand in yours, you tried to calm her down. 

"Hey, tell me, what's going on?" You asked, truly worried. 

"It's tom…" 

You felt your heart jump for a second. Did she know? Squeezing her hand, you tried to look as calm as possible. 

"He..he went out this morning… and...when he came home, he was so angry. He yelled at everyone at home… he broke a lot of stuff in his room… and then he left..." 

The tears were falling from her eyes, and you pulled her in for a hug. Should you tell her? The behavior of her brother was entirely your fault. You couldn't hide this from her. 

"Leia… this morning…" you said pulling away, and looking down at your hands. 

Wiping her tears she frowned looking at you. 

"(y/n)... What's wrong?" She asked. 

"He passed by my house this morning. Everything was ok until… I mean… Last night… I wasn't alone. And I don't know how, but he figured it out, and got furious. He was rude and smashed a cup in the kitchen. I-I'm sorry… It's my fault…" you stuttered. 

"W-what? N-no… it's his fault! You two are not together… you never even showed him any interest…"

"I-I know… I was just as confused as you… and… I didn't even know how to react…" you let out. 

"Wait...what do you mean? You weren't alone?" She asked, curiosity getting the best of her. 

You blushed heavily. The conversation was definitely taking  another turn when Leia sent you a knowing look. 

"Oh my god! You need to tell me!" Her excited tone made you smile. At least you could make her forget her sadness. 

"I don't know… If I can tell you yet…" you said, blushing a bit. 

"It's ok… we don't need to go over the details." 

You both laughed. Eventually the conversation grew over your new 'secret lover' like you both decided to call him. You obviously did your best not to give any hints on the possible person. The pizzas arrived and you were glad you asked Leia to come. She made you forget the trouble that seemed to loom over you. After choosing a movie, a comedy, you threw on the fluffy blanket, and enjoyed the show. You both laughed and eventually fell asleep. 

But something felt odd. Your mind raced over the events in the morning. You felt like Tom was only starting to be a problem. And you didn't even know how would John react to it. 

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Blood was dripping from his hand. Looking around at the bodies laying on the ground, John felt slightly less angry. He walked out of the building by the back door and got in his car. Looking at his watch, he chose not to send you a message. You were probably sleeping and he wanted to clean up first. He wanted to look normal for you. Thinking back to your tone during his phone call John frowned. He wondered what could have possibly made you feel like this. 

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. Yes. He had to make it to your house as soon as possible. 

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In the shadow of the night, a lonely soul stands against a tree. The darkness of the night hiding his features. But anyone could have seen the dark look he kept sending towards a single window of the building he stood in front of. His hands roughly tightening around a book. The title known to many, as the love story inspired so many lonely souls. But Romeo and Juliet had always been more of a tragedy than a perfect love story. A perfect illustration of love, blood and death. 

The boy grinned sheepishly to himself.

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, asleep… and awake, it's everything except what is is…" 

Yes. Romeo and juliet were known to many... and sometimes even love sparks darkness. 

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[judgementkazukun]

Kiryu was on a mission. He was in the midst of searching for an extremely important (and extremely rare) Bunchan plushie. Its importance was directly tied to the fact that if he did not find it, then the random child he’d met at the corner of Theater Square wouldn’t leave that very spot, despite the fact that it was far too late for any child to be out let alone out in a place like Kamurocho. He’d certainly never let any of the kids at Morning Glory roam around this late even in the quiet beachside Okinawa neighborhood in which the orphanage was situated. Sometimes he had to wonder about the parents of these kids he ran into, but that wasn’t really his focus.

He’d had no luck with the UFO Catcher in the arcade at Theater Square so, annoyed, he’d headed directly for the arcade on Nakamichi Street. Or, almost directly He did stop, briefly, for a drink at the Gindaco Highball Tavern, but only because he really was quite parched and quite hungry. It was after he’d left here and continued in his way, hands balled into fists at his sides as he strode towards the second arcade’s location, that an unknown woman approached him. 

At her question, Kiryu drew his eyebrows together and frowned. Frankly, it was hard to tell what she looked like between the mask that adorned her face and the neon streetlights that no one could call flattering for anyone's complexion. If he weren't so focused on the utmost important task at hand, perhaps he could have spent more time determining whether or not she was, indeed, pretty. But the fact she'd approached him out of nowhere and spoke in that breathy tone — well, he knew what type of woman she was. And he needed to be careful with his money because what he didn't spend on trying to win the limited edition Bunchan from the UFO catcher he would probably be sending to Morning Glory. Or spending on a very nice, very illegal, sword of some kind. 

"I don't know," he said. "Do you think you're pretty?" He paused briefly, not waiting for an answer so much as determining whether the conversation was worth continuing. "I'm a little busy right now. Unless you happen to have the limited edition Bunchan plushie on you, I'll be going now."

@judgementkazukun - yokai s.c. yokai used: kuchisake onna

The dark, dingy streets of Kamurocho were no stranger to beautiful women. They were as common to the habitat as flies to garbage, or frogs to ponds. With the allure of money, booze and lust, it wasn't hard for women of all sorts to make their way in.

However... Not all of these women were human. No matter how human they appeared, no matter how beautiful they seemed.

For decades (but still fairly recent in era), a strange woman had wandered the city streets here. Despite being hunted by the proper paranormal slayers, she escaped each time.

--

Somehow, the streets seemed entirely too quiet. It was late at night, and many people had found their way to their lodgings or remained in bars, clinging to the last drops of alcoholic bliss until they had to trudge to their dead-end jobs in a few hours.

It was here, on this dark, dingy street, that a woman wandered, her dark hair smooth as it flowed down her back, her white blouse accenting the dark sheen as if drawing one's eye to it. To her body- blouse ample in showing the right amount of skin, a creamy pale neck...

It wasn't strange for people to wear masks. It wasn't all that unusual for a lady out and about to be wearing one, especially in this part of town.

That woman, beautiful and strange in how her eyes gleamed, approached the tall gentleman with such a grace to her footsteps, it wasn't like she belonged in Kamurocho, or Earth, at all.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked breathily, fluttering her heavy lashes up at Kiryu.

[what-the--curtains]

Braving the Elements

Chapter 15: Roman Defeated

Tw: Violence, Blood, Swearing

When you enter the facility

When the fight starts

A few days pass and with no activity on your monitors, you and Nat enter Romans cabin and remove any paper files marked as “Project X” from his office. You proceed to retrieve the surveillance cameras and pack up the truck to leave. You and Bucky hadn’t talked about the night you spent together. Neither of you knew why. You hoped he didn’t regret it, you knew you didn’t. You spend most of the ride home and most of the next day asleep, tired from the long shifts. Waking up at around 2pm you check your face in the mirror. The mark he'd left on your neck, the last bit of physical evidence of that night, has faded away. You make your way into the kitchen in sweatpants and a matching cropped sweater, hair done up in a bun. You find everyone else scattered between the kitchen and the living room. It seems like the missions went relatively smoothly, Roman hadn’t been at any of the houses. Though apparently Italy had had some problems based on the few bruises you can see on Sam and Clint's arms. Everyone’s managed to find the hard copies of the previously deleted files of which there were at least 60. At around 4PM you’re all called into the meeting room. Tony had sent copies of the files off to SHIELD in hopes that they would be able to piece them into a coherent report, but the originals were in the conference room spread across the long table. Taking a seat next to Wanda, you pick up a few of the files. You’re skimming through them when Shuri enters the room and pulls up a holographic of what appears to be the blueprints for some kind of fancy building.

“What is that?” you ask.

“That. Is what I found on one of those encrypted files you stole. It looks like it’s some kind of underground bunker.” she replies. “There’s two levels, the upper part seems to be various facilities, living rooms, gyms, bathrooms, etcetera, but the lower level is where they’re keeping the laboratories and medical bays.”

“Hidden in plain sight, allows him to do whatever he wants no questions asked.” You murmur.

“Do we know where it is?” Clint asks.

“Based on some shipment receipts we have a general idea, but we’ll need Sam to scan the area to get the proper locates. Now finding it should be easy enough, and since we have a floor plan of the facility we may even have an upper hand.” Tony explains.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever had the upper hand on Roman.” You state.

“You’re right we need to be prepared for anything.” Steve says.

“If we can bring him in alive, we could figure out where all the mutants in these files have gone.” Tony says, looking at you pointedly before repeating the word alive a decibel louder, but you’re not paying attention, you’ve noticed something in the files.

“There all alphas, looks like he’s even got some omegas.” you say skimming through the files

“They’re all what?” Vision asks, looking to Wanda for an explanation.

“The government classifies mutants into six general groups, epsilons,” Wanda starts

“Mutants with little to no powers but major physical presentation of the x-gene you’ll recognize them a mile away.” You explain.

“Deltas,” Wanda says, pausing in order to continue the back and forth exchange.

“Human presenting mutants with low level powers most of them don’t even know they have the gene. Asymptomatic carries if you will”

“Gammas”

“This is the base level of powerful mutants. They have powers yes, but they also have a distinct phenotypic presentation of the x-gene.” You see some of the people in the room looking confused “Phenotypic presentation meaning they present distinct physical traits. They’re often the most ostracized by you non-mutants. Think Beast, Mystic or Nightcrawler.” You clarify, unsure if the team knows who they are.

“Betas” Wanda continues.

“They’re just as powerful as Gamma’s, but they only have minor physical drawbacks, ones you won’t notice until you’re close up, like Wolverine, or Gambit.”

“Alphas,”

“Very powerful mutants with no phenotypic presentation of the gene some consider them to be the most dangerous because you can’t identify them, Wanda or myself, for example.” You smile at her.

“Then, then there’s omegas.” Wanda says

“These are mutants with the highest level of power. They’re also usually the ones with the hardest powers to control. The most dangerous of the alphas if you will. Jean, Magneto, Charles and Storm are all omegas, powerful ones.” You stop.

“So what does this mean? He’s gathering all the strongest mutants?” Sam asks.

“Looks that way.” Wanda says

“We’re going to need to take extra safety precautions. If they’re fighting with Roman they’ll be looking to kill, not wound, anyone who gets in there way” Tony says

“And what if they’re being held as prisoners?” Bucky asks, beating you to your own question.

“If they’re being held captive they may be angry, untrusting and ready to destroy anyone even if it's people looking to help.” You say “They’ll be scared and fear is dangerous, be careful when approaching them”

“Do we have any way of protecting ourselves?” Nat asks

“Yes,” Shuri pulls out a box with metal collars and a box of ammunition.

“These collars will ensure that whoever is wearing them has their powers disabled” she sees you give her a concerned look “just until we take them off I promise” she reassures. “Meanwhile, these are soaked with a heavy tranquilizer that knocks anyone out in seconds. I’ve hooked them up to best suit your weapons of choice.”

“How do we know it’ll knock out a mutant?” Peter asks.

“Well I tested it on my brother and it knocked him out for a good 5 hours, superpowers and all.” She says grinning from ear to ear causing you all to laugh.

Steve goes over the plans. “Alright troops, we’ll be proceeding into the building through the four main entrances as indicated on the map. We want to make sure that each team has at least one person trained in military combat leading the attack. So, Y/N you’ll go ahead with Wanda and Peter through the back entrance here. Myself and Tony will enter from the left, while Bucky and Sam will come up on the right. Nat, you’ll take Clint and Vision through the front. We’ll maneuver through our quadrants before meeting back here, at the center of the second level. From there we can continue our sweep of the building. Remember, we are not going in to kill, we need Roman alive in order to get information. Any prisoners are not to be harmed, you find them, you wait and Y/N and Wanda will go and make the call. Get your stuff together, we fly in 15.”

Throwing your arsenal into a bag and getting changed you make your way over to the jet.

You throw your duffel bag up to Sam, and he almost drops it underestimating how heavy it was going to be.

“Jesus what’s in here? A body?” he huffs.

“A lady never reveals her secrets” you say, placing your finger over your lips and making a shushing gesture causing Sam and Peter to giggle. You go to hoist yourself up but struggle as the jets entrance was higher off the ground than you had anticipated. Suddenly, two hands grab your waist and lift you up with familiar ease allowing you to reach Sam’s hand. He pulls you up asking you what’s got you all hot and bothered. You shoot him a death stare, leading him to lift his hands up as he walks away mumbling about how he was sorry for asking. You turn around and pull Bucky up “Didn’t think anything could fluster you.” he said quietly with a smile as he passes by, causing you to become even more flustered. What the hell was that all about? You think taking your seat next to Tony and clipping in your seatbelt.

“How was Russia?” Wanda asks while sitting with Visions arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Fucking cold.” you reply, not making eye contact with Bucky, Nat or Steve afraid you may reveal yourself “Next time Tony we’re pulling name outta a hat so you can’t rig it.” He laughs and the flight takes off

“So what can we expect with this guy Roman?” Peter inquires.

“Well he doesn’t fight fair that’s for sure, but he never does any of his own dirty work he likes to be kept clean I honestly think he’s a germaphobe but I digress. Lots of brutes, usually without superpowers unless bashing someone head in with a baseball bat counts as a power. I don’t know if he’ll even be there.” You say tightening the strap of the holsters around your thighs and clipping your arm bands into place.

The jet lands a few blocks away from the supposed site. It’s a ghost town, run-down buildings that have been partially destroyed, potholes, broken glass, overlapping graffiti on every surface. This wasn’t Romans usual extravagant taste. What was he up to? He always wanted his accomplishments to be on display. Why was he hiding this one?

“Sam, you see anything up there?” Tony asks.

“Scanning one sec. Alright we’ve got a hit, under the old movie theater by the looks of it.” He responds, landing next to you.

“Get into teams, let’s get this asshole.” Bucky says, loading up his machine gun with the knockout bullets Shuri had made. Before you split up he looks over to you,

“Don’t do anything stupid, lots of people here would miss you if you died.”

“Are you including yourself on that list?” you ask, as you load up your own gun. He walks behind you placing a hand on your waist and whispers “What the hell do you think.” Before walking off towards Sam.

You, Wanda and Peter enter from the back. You lead them through the maze of hallways wielding a machine gun checking left and right into any doorways. You knock out the guards with the tranquilizer bullets and once they’re down Peter webs them up to the wall, ensuring they won’t be going anywhere. No signs of any mutants yet. You reach a hallway that diverts off to the side. Holding up your fist you stop before motioning to your two teammates to continue up the hallway while you check it out. You're about to clear the hall when you feel something thwack you in the back of the head, you must have missed a door. You drop your gun and turn around to see none other than your old driver Calvin holding a pistol to your head.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.” He smiles cocking the gun. Before he can pull the trigger a ball of light hits him in the back. You look up to see Wanda standing behind him. You grab your gun and she pulls you up “Old friend of yours?” she asks, while Peter webs up Calvin. You exit the hallway and continue down your path until you reach a door that none of you recognize from the blueprints. “Sam you there?” Wanda asks into the earpiece

“What’s up.” He whispers.

“Send us your scan of the building we’ve reached undocumented territory.”

Wanda pulls up the blueprints. “It looks like this leads to a lower level.”

“Alright, were going in.” you say

“Be careful. Once we're done we’ll head your way. Send us your current location.” Steve’s voice commands.

“Copy.” you respond. Lifting your gun you proceed down the narrow hallway, single file.

You turn the corner, another door, you open it quickly scanning the room for potential threats. You turn on the lights revealing a large empty room, lowering your weapon you take in your surroundings. Then, you hear a clatter and fog canisters roll out in front of you reducing your visibility now unable to see even a few feet in front of you. You hear a crash and see a burst of red light in the fog. “Wanda” you whisper yell “Peter?”. You don’t shoot at the noise, not wanting to hit your two friends. The fog slowly begins to lift revealing Wanda and Peter chained to the floor by their wrists. You bend over to try and break them, but you can’t.

“Look out!” Peter warns. You turn around to see a man, you recognize his face but couldn’t quite remember his name. You blink and then there's 15 of him, carbon copies encircling you.

“ What the…” you start before being interrupted by the echo of slow claps coming from behind the multiples.

“Together at last! How I’ve missed you my freak of nature” a familiar voice calls out

“Now Romy is that any way to speak to an old friend?” you say through gritted teeth, standing up to face him.

“Friends don’t burn down each other’s building, steal from them and kill their guards” he shouts

“Ouf well I guess friends don’t really own each other either?” you snap back.

“Agree to disagree.” he says, finally appearing behind the multiples, sending him? them? back out to guard the door. The 15 men turn back to 1 and exit the room.

“Why are you even here Romy? It’s not like you to do grunt work. And besides, you know you can’t beat me” You exclaim raising your gun and taking aim.

“Maybe not under the usual circumstances, but recently I’ve been feeling like I’ve turned over a new leaf” he says. A burst of light leaves his hands and hits you hard in the stomach knocking the wind out of you. You topple over dropping the gun as you fall.

“But you see your powers are useless here, no water, no fire, no earth in sight.” He continues, kicking down hard on your back, splaying you across the floor. “And my new powers allow me to use electrical energy as a weapon. Isn’t that just so fun!” he kicks the gun away from your reach and lifts your chin up with the tip of his shoe

“Impossible.” You mutter trying to understand what you had just seen, he wasn’t a mutant.

“Not when you know the right people.” he laughs.

“I didn’t miss a room, you gave Calvin powers as well, how?”

“All in good time, but for now you’re going to come with me or I’m going to kill your little friends here as well as all the others currently sweeping the upper levels.” He says as you push yourself off the floor.

“Alright go ahead,” you stand up and make your way over to the door, “see if I care. You obviously need me alive so i'm gonna walk right outta here unharmed”

“Guess you’re still only looking out for number one” he says following behind you

“Always have been” you say, grabbing the handle of the door. “Oh and Romy.” you turn to face him

“Yes darling?” He asks with a snarl.

“Are you really as stupid as you look?” you ask.

“What?” he scowls.

“Do you really think we showed up here without a backup plan?” You knock him down with a gust of air, as he hits the floor he yells for his guards. One tries to grab the door handle, but you ignite your arm bands and touch the knob scolding the man’s hand badly, you can smell the burnt flesh as you let go. Using the water converter technology installed into your suit by Shuri you throw water over the chains confining your two friends, freezing it as it hits the metal. You walk over whacking the chains with the butt of your gun causing them to shatter. You help them up. “Nice acting.” Wanda says rubbing her wrists “Seriously where’s your Oscar?” Peter asks. “Aww thanks guys, you know maybe I should quit my day job!” you start, but quickly realize you have bigger fish to fry as the multiplier and several others enter into the room.

Wanda knocks down three of them with a single blast as Peter works on taking down another two. You're squaring off against a guy who must have superhuman strength, based on his height and intense muscles. “You know there is such a thing as too much of a good thing, seriously what are you on steroids?” You shoot at him but he catches the bullet and crushes it proving your theory. You drop the gun and run at him. Sliding between his legs you jump on his back , pulling out your knife you jab it into his shoulder and he lets out a yelp of pain. At least you knew he could bleed. You manage to wrestle off his helmet, as he reaches around to pull you off, you bite him. This makes him even angrier. He grabs you off his back and throws you against the wall. He’s learning over you as you attempt to make a grab at a knife, he steps on your wrist lifting his foot he aims at your head, you brace for impact. All of a sudden you hear a gun fire and the guy turns to face the shooter, Bucky. The rest of the crew have arrived just in time to help with the other guards. While the muscle man starts towards the winter soldier you grab the knife on the floor and slash the guy's Achilles causing him to fall to the ground. “Thanks for that.” you say wiping the blood of your knife “Right back at you, I was 10 seconds away from being a pancake.” he smiles at you before shooting down two of the guards. It doesn’t take long for you guys to take the rest of them out. Roman’s started moving towards the door amidst the chaos but he doesn't get far before one of Clint's arrows hits him in the leg. Still trying to drag his body out of the room you walk over to him and lift up his head by his hair “You seriously thought you and your run of the mill abusers could take down a team of nine superheroes.”

“Hero? Is that what you think you are? Your hubris will be your downfall.” He says spitting in your face before passing out.

“You get your touch for the dramatic from him?” Sam chuckles.

“Did you know he had powers?” Peter asks, while Bucky lifts up Romans limp body.

“That’s the thing he didn’t use too. Wanda, did you see any doors in that hallway where Calvin tried to kill me?” You say wiping the spit off your face.

“Where who tried to do what to you?” Bucky asks loudly.

“No. You think he had them as well?” Wanda responds, ignoring Bucky’s concern. You shrug.

“So how did he...” Tony starts.

”I don’t know.” you shake your head in confusion. “Someone call Shuri. I have a feeling she’s the only one who can crack this.”