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real-life-catgirl · 6 years ago

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Aurora Boraelis (s.r.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: slight injury description, reader has light manipulation, fluff, slight cringe :)

A/N: pre-iw!cap, even though the gif says otherwise! also, im changing up my writing style a bit (was it obvious?) so I've removed summaries but I am starting to add word counts, and adding the genre of writing in my warnings! I feel like summaries give away too much imo but lmk how you feel about it!

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"Alright, Nightlight, your turn," Stark's voice resonated through your comm.

You briefly huffed at his nickname for you, which was almost as degrading as 'Reindeer Games', before Tony initiated the Flashlight protocol, (not unlike the code green protocol, the Avengers used it in desperate times of need), charging up his energy repulsor at Cap's shield aimed at you, he shot and you quickly absorbed the light particles as your fingertips began to glow, the colour of what would appear if you shine a flashlight on the back of your fingers.

Along with the tips of your digits, the pupils of your eyes expanded so much your eye had no traces of E/C, just pure black, before they flickered back and forth between a bright, almost luminescent, blue (since that was the colour of Tony's beam) and back, ultimately shifting permanently to the bright colour. As soon as you began to chant your Latin words, the lights cut off, completely removing the bright glossiness of your features. Your head pounded from the fast switch of light to dark, and as you cleared from the spinning, you heard a deep, unfamiliar and maniacal chuckle from within the storage garage.

"You really think I didn't come prepared?" You raised a brow at your teammates, confused, who mirrored the look. Last you all checked, you weren't fighting a supervillain.

"You really thought I didn't think about your shiny, cultural flashlight? Your secret weapon? You didn't dub me that dumb, did you?"

Your head jerked back in offense, and you were about to retort when a pair of hands, multiple pairs of hands, grabbed your body, held you up horizontally, and pulled. Your screams of pain were held back by your pursed lips, as the agony of your tearing muscles and joints began to become unbearable.

Your mind instantly kicked into fight or flight mode, and as much as your flesh fought against it, you began squirming around in whoever this was' grasp. It hurt, and after a few seconds of struggling, you heard a loud crack! and a horrifying feeling filled your entire torso. At this point, any sounds of anguish had slipped, and your deafening shriek of excruciating pain practically rang through all of America.

As you felt your entire body begin paralysing due to your spine basically disconnecting, the instincts your abilities had given you took over, and even though you could only use your power with a light source nearby, it seemed like your senses kicked up 10 notches as everything in you searched every crevice, crack, wall, door and electronic for a source of illumination. It eventually found a closed door with a crack small enough only an ant could fit through at the bottom, and it tubed all particles back to the host, quickly regenerating your cells and giving you enough energy to mutter your chant lowly, and your attacker dropped your body as a haze of yellow, almost fire orange light glared into their eyes, blinding everyone else in the room temporarily. Your back popped continuously as it healed into place, though you were still sore and couldn't move.

Tony, Natasha, Steve, Thor and Clint seemed to jump out of their previous stupor, Steve going to your aid while the others took care of the man with the multiple bionic arms. “You okay, doll?” The fact he had gone from Captain America to Steve Rogers, as temporary as it was, almost had you forgetting the horrible sensations. Almost.

You groaned defeatedly, recoiling into yourself at the throbbing sting rushing through your body. “I don’t—ugh—I don’t think I can walk,” you truthfully answered your captain, huffing and puffing.

Steve sighed before crouching down, elbow creases tucking under your knees and head, before heaving upwards, all the pain in your system increasing tenfold.

He noticed your grimace and slowed down, glancing over his shoulder before speaking into his comm, “I’m bringing L/N back to the quinjet, Banner, alert Doctor Cho to get her stuff ready,”

You coughed out a weak, “politely, and say please.”

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After Helen successfully scanned every cell in your body, you were placed on bed rest since, although your powers did help greatly in healing your body, the outer tissues weren’t completely regenerated, which meant you still had bruises.

Lots of bruises. And damaged tissue. And you did just happen to be paralysed from the waist up. And internal bleeding. And did I mention bruises?

So to help speed up the process your body had already started, both Bruce and Cho assigned Steve, Wanda and themselves to take turns keeping watch; putting you off missions for awhile, in fear of something re-triggering the broken spinal cord and fatally messing everything up. Thankfully you were still more of an asset they brought in when it was bad, and it was only rare they needed you, so you weren’t too worried about being on bed rest.

However, when someone tried to trade with Steve to watch over you, he would completely refuse unless it was one of the doctors coming in for check up, but even then he’d stay in the room. You found it quite endearing, honestly, that he’d stay out of his own chamber just to be sure you’re safe.

Though it was starting to get annoying.

He would only let the doctors get 15 minutes of exam work in before he demanded they leave so he could cling back to you, so he could climb back into your bed, wrap you in his arms (gently) and cuddle you until you felt better. And as much as you loved his sudden clinginess, it was beginning to make you overthink everything.

Was this meant to be taken in such an intimate way?

Why is he acting like this?

Does this mean he likes you?

What if he’s just worried?

What if he’s just being a good friend and wants to make sure you’re healing perfectly?

You were very close to just asking every question that popped inside your head, but opted not to, deciding to relish in the moment before you’re allowed back on missions and this all goes away.

Though, this day was a bit different than the others in the last week. Instead of anyone coming in to do a checkup, medical exam or physical therapy, it was just you and Steve, laying in bed, with your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders, relaxing. You found it a bit weird, but as you went to speak up, Steve shifted so he was on his side, and your head was under his chin.

“Steve..?” Your voice came out muffled.

“Yeah, doll?”

Your brain went mush as you tried to collect your composure. Steve did way too many things to you that he didn’t even know. “Uh.. I-uh-.. Ahem, what’re you doing?” He went quiet for a moment, and you didn’t know whether he was dead or frozen from being caught.

“Am I hurting you? Does this make you uncomfortable?” His grip considerably loosened, much to your displeasure. “Sorry, I-I just wanted to-”

“No, no it’s okay. I’m completely fine with it, i-in fact, I liked it,” you reassured shyly, “you can keep doing it! I just.. Wanted to make sure you were conscious of what you were doing, too..”

He shifted his body back over to you, relishing in the warmth you radiated, his arms going back into the tight circle you’d gotten use to these past days. “Good.. Good. Because I don’t really plan on stopping,” he whispered before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Get some rest.”

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townnightwalk · 8 years ago

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SCRAPPED BEGINNING, FIRST PLOT STRUCTURE

28/04/2017

-bellow includes the first structure plan of the game and first rendition of the beginning of the game, planned and written but eventually rewritten. The structure was also changed as the game proved to be much longer and aiming to complete it all in the time set was impractical.-

- the reason it was rewritten was the beginning felt too slow, so it was cut and redone to be more interesting and mysterious.- It was actually produced in the game engine also before it was scrapped-

- there is also a scene attempting to improve on the previous idea, trying to highlight a characters gender identity and including some issues they have to overcome. this was also scrapped as it still felt unnatural and advantageous. in the final script a simple mention is all that is included so far in the final game. The reason why was to make it more ‘normal’, to make sure his identity is mentioned but not taken advantage of or introduced with an uncomfortable situation/traumatic situation.”

I'm now aiming to complete one act of the game by the due date set by the class, bellow is a break-down of act 1 split into the major scenarios and decisions/consequences of each scene

I've also managed to get through a lot of the artwork, I'm trying to have an array of sprites with different facial expressions for different emotions to work with each scene. Lastly I have coded part of the first scene and put it together in the game engine in order to make sure it works properly with what I had planned- I learned that due to some coding barriers I had to rework how the scene worked, and this has helped me realise what borders I need to work under.

ACT 1

SCENE 1

· Driving through the night

· Drive off away from homeless man

· Hit the monster and pass out

Major Decisions and consequences- if you drive away too quickly the homeless man appears dead

SCENE 2

· Wake up and get carried to shelter by jones and sybil

· Enter church courtyard

· Meet kit

· Monster attacks

Major Decisions and consequences- convincing them the monster is real- if you cant they refuse to believe you, and one goes outside to be trapped and doesn't return until later

SCENE 3

· Experience visions of past

· Ended by kit connecting to monster

Major Decisions and consequences- calm down sybil or kit gets seriously injured, as opposed to just minor injury

END OF ACT 1

Written scenes

First scene

· Start with prose

Sometimes, memories are hazy,

Like lines of heat on a distant horizon,

Wavy and uncertain, tricking you

Sometimes the haze is heavier

Like white noise and static on an old tv

When you turn the dial on your grandparents set

All you see and hear is a deafening mess of white and black

Sometimes, you can find places like this

Liminal spaces, wedged between real life

But very much real, although they feel like a dream

These spaces can confuse you, scare you

Consume you

Beware of those who live there

Your hands feel locked to the wheel you've been clutching for hours. It's quickly obvious that you've been disassociating while driving again, with the streets unfamiliar and no clue of how you arrived here. It floods back as you turn to a sleeping passenger, resting her head against the glass. She doesn't snore, but there is a tiny trail of drool that leads to the mess of hair working as her pillow.

You're shaken from a haze again by a voice coming from behind your headrest.

[jones]: what's the time?

[Prue]: oh um, it's 2 I think.

[jones]: how much farther?

[prue]: til what?

[jones]: you pass out and we crash

[prue]: I'm fine< 1>

[Prue]: fair point< 2>

<1>

You can hear him huff with minor frustration, but he lets it out with his sigh and starts again

[Jones]: we should have a plan for where to sleep

[Prue]: just follow sils lead

[jones]: I'm pretty sure sleeping in your car is illegal

[prue]: well, then we can sleep at the station if they catch us. Problem solved.1

[Prue]: heh, bullshit, if we get booked for that over everything else 2

[jones]: joking?

[prue]: joking. But, you got any other ideas?

[jones]: …none

[jones]: ok look im not sleeping in a car on the side of the road, didn't you go through the high school creepy pasta phase?

[prue]: just because Sybil's asleep doesn't mean you're safe from getting your ass kicked for comments like that

[Jones]: I don't want hook man to kill me

[Prue]: I promise I'll kill you first

<2>

[prue]: I feel like I passed out a few hours ago

[jones]: I can take over driving for a while?

[prue]: you don’t have your license and this is still technically a stolen car

[jones]: sure, if there is a cop prepared to stop a random car at 2am on a Tuesday

[Prue]: another fair point

There's a silence that passes over the car, not uncomfortable, mostly uncertain. You indicate left and line the car up with the sidewalk and turn the key to silence the engine.

Crack the window? 1

Keep the windows closed. 2

1 The heat keeps flowing through the ducts but you crack a window for a source of fresh air. <if this is done, the homeless man gets his fingers through

2 The heat keeps flowing through the ducts as you shuffle in your seat to get comfortable.

[jones]: do you think he called it in?

[prue]: the car? I don’t know. Maybe. There's a chance he didn’t even notice yet.

[jones]: would he call it in on you?

[prue]: he's done it before, this isnt the first time I've taken his car out1

[prue]: what about your mum?2

[jones]: how far did you get

[prue]: like 30km out of town, I was about 16 though, maybe he thought if he didn't he'd get in trouble

[jones]: what do you mean?

[prue]: 16 year old driving off, that’s two illegal things. All I'm doing now is stealing, can't get in trouble for letting an adult run away.

Jones response is measured silence, and looking at him you can tell he's still guessing himself.

[jones]: not the stealing, but she might call you in

[prue]: for the car or kidnapping her innocent son

[jones]: maybe both, she'd probably blame sil for everything though.

[prue]: heh, all she did was enable me, shes as guilty as you

Your eyes sting, with even the faint reflections of the street lamp making them burn. Your body is begging for sleep, and there's no way to fight it off. Jones was right, another 10 minutes and you'd be sleeping in a ditch after being jettisoned through the windscreen.

[jones]: night prue, we'll figure it out in the morning

[prue]: figure what out?

[jones]: every fuck up from today

[prue]: that’s a loooot to deal with

[prue]: night

Your eyelids are shut for the last few exchanges, and you fall into sleep in a matter of moments.

You see no faces and hear only the distant sound of a motor, with pricks of rain hitting your feet. A hand takes yours in the most gentle hold you've ever felt, with soft skin smooth against yours. Her hand is a contrast to yours, soft white and with maintained oval nails too short to hurt as she grips tighter. The motor sound gets louder, and her grip gets tighter. The pricks of rain start to hit your head and the feel like nails that drill into your head with the noise of the engine now blaring in your ears. She lets go and you look up to see a mound of flesh, with lumps and bumps and holes that could only be formed from extreme weather. As you take in the details you can make out a nose, cheekbones, and other facial features. As you make the connection the eyes burst open and stare into you, a person living with a rotting face. They howl and scream and you see rotting teeth that are bared and lunge at your face.

The glass stops them from reaching you.

[sybil]: PRUE!]

You blink again and the face is still screaming and starting to leave marks on your window, a hand grips your right shoulder

[sybil]: PRUE DRIVE!

you fumble for the keys 1

Scream 2

Freak the fuck out and try to punch him through the glass 3

You reach down without taking your eyes off him, fumbling until you find the key. The engine comes alive with a roar and you slam your foot on the accelerator. You screech down the street and stare straight ahead as you fell Sybil clamber into the back see to watch him from the back window.

[sybil]: He fell! Oh shit he isn't getting up. Who the hell was that creep?

[Jones]: I don't know but he must have been drunk, maybe he was a homeless guy with like?

[jones]: a skin disease?

[Prue]: god I think I'm going to be sick

Your body is frozen, you can't move as he keeps clawing at the window and starts to slobber as he yells. Instead of words all you can manage is a weak scream, you've never experienced a genuine scream of terror before.

[sybil]: GOD. MOVE!

Sybil shoves you even closer to the window as she forces herself beside you, turning the key and slamming her foot on the accelorator. You burst forward and you see the mans face skid against the glass with torturous detail, leaving snot, spit and blood along the side of the car

When your fist hits the glass he flinches and staggers back holding his nose, but as he looks up you see he is unharmed. There's a tiny crack visible in the fog on the glass, and your hand feels like someone tried to crack your knuckles until they heard the bones break.

VISIONS

THE SAME PARTY- things go badly for everyone involved, who you pick decides whose point of view scene you see. All end with prues sister and then kit brings them back

Sybil and jones- childhood friends, seperated when jones was homeschooled and because his mum hates sybil

They reconnected online and sybil found out where he'd moved and turned up at the house one day, climbing into the window and dragging him outside to hang out with her

Vision of the party, his first actual party with sybil, he gets disoriented and freaks out

Jones: you told her?

s: told her what?

J that I'm

S a guy? I just used your pronouns dude

S was that the wrong thing to do?

J I don’t know

S sorry, I thought it'd be nice

S its not like shes going to meet your mum and use the right pronouns in front of her

J yeah I guess

s I thought it might be good for you, let you be yourself for a night

S that may have been overstepping on my part

J DD

1 no, its nice.

2 just ask first

1 It does feel nice. I mean, it just took me by surprise is all

S im glad dude, but if I did fuck up you can tell me k

J yeah, ok

2 just maybe ask first, im not saying I don’t trust her or think she might do something but.

S she wont, but I get you and ill remember. We ok?

J yeah we're fine

#progression #writing

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