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mid-weast · 3 years

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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For a Smile

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert Word count: 5400

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, OC x reader (brief)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, OFC, OC

Summary: You see him run past every morning. So you smile, because he looks like a nice person. How could he not be when he smiles back and the world stops for a while to pay respect to such beauty?

And sometimes… sometimes this incredibly handsome man smiles first.

Warnings: mentions and hints of (psychically) abusive relaionship, suggestive themes, swearing, all the fluff in the world

A/N: I used to pass this guy near a café playing music every morning when I went to school and at some point, our eyes kinda met and we smiled at each other; then we did that every day. I kid you not, he’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It’s not a Hollywood-star smile, no – it’s a guy-next-door smile, heart-warming, with his eyes simply shining. He’s like a kid on Christmas Day… I could ramble on. Anyway, just so you knew what brought this on.

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A smile costs less than electricity, and gives more light. (Scottish proverb)

Warm honey, sandstone and apricot orange melting into indigo, cerulean blue and stone-grey sky. Merigold playing with salmon and rose pink, teasing each other and making space to the warmer shades of orange.

You watched the beautiful colours of sunrise as you shifted your legs for a bit, causing the simple plank hanging on two tattered ropes sway, a smile tugging on your lips.

It was a little childish really, or it may appear so to anyone who would be passing by; but given what an early riser you were, just so you could watch this breath-taking game of colours, the little miracle of nature, no person could question you as you were dangling your feet off the old swing.

On your way to work, if the time allowed it, you would always make a stop on your favourite spot; a no-name park in upstate New York you were walking through every day, rather calm and drunks-free at the early hour.

Once upon a time, someone had placed a simple swing on one of the trees farther from the path. You sent a silent thank you every time you parked your behind there. You weren’t a monster; if a kid wanted to sit here, you would have gladly (...reluctantly) made space for them, but they seemed to always be more mesmerized by the playground with the actual swings, the chutes, the monkey bars and the sandpit. You couldn’t say you complained though, having the old-fashioned swing for yourself.

It was childish, perhaps; though your mother had once chosen that you should be going into accounting and so you had. Numbers and bills were things even adults hated, but that was what being old enough meant. You didn’t mind it too often, plunging into them for living, but… you needed to compensate, so you felt entitled.

Plus, the motion of the swing was soothing, as if magically transporting you back to your childhood indeed, with less worries, more ease and pure mind.

Yeah, sitting on the swing was your favouri-

Rapid staccato of feet hitting the ground in the distance, no doubt scaring off the birds chiming their morning songs, reached your ears and you had to admit you wouldn’t be completely honest with yourself if you said this was the favourite moment of your day only because of the aforementioned reasons.

There was one more.

It had strong long sweatpants-clad legs, broad shoulders in a sports t-shirt with seams crying for help, blond hair and-

Your heart melted along with your brain as your lips curled up in a genuine smile you sent in return.

-and the most beautiful smile in the whole universe.

You never spoke. Didn’t say hello. You never even nodded in mutual acknowledgement.

You just… smiled at each other.

And that was your favourite moment of the day crafted to perfection. A breath-taking sunrise, almost eclipsed by a mesmerizing display of the row of perfect white teeth framed by plush coral red lips and the twinkle in beautiful inviting eyes of a stranger.

You knew his name despite never exchanging a single word. Everyone knew his name. But Captain Rogers – Steven Grant Rogers – was a name that held no meaning. He didn’t know yours and probably never would; so strangers was who you were. A couple of strangers exchanging a smile every morning and lightening up (hopefully) each other’s day.

It always felt nice when you glanced at someone on the street, then just… somehow smiled and they smiled back, didn’t it? So what if you were an adult woman dealing with numbers for Stark Industries sitting on a swing and he was a deservedly treasured national icon?

It made no difference.

Just two people sharing a tiny piece of their day for a smile.

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“You’re insane,” your colleague stated dryly as she walked into the office at seven thirty, already finding you with an empty coffee cup, your fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Huh?” you raised your eyes from the screen on autopilot, not really paying attention.

You still noticed Harry rolling her eyes; it was just that distinctive.

“I said that you’re insane, you crazy-ass lark. My brain isn’t even awake yet. To be fair, I’m ninety percent sure I met Captain Handsome in the hall along with our boss, so it’s hard to tell if I’m dreaming or not, having a vision like that.”

“Captain Handsome?” you frowned, your mind racing, desperately trying to remember who was Harriet’s newest crush. ‘Captain Handsome’ could be literally anyone.

“Our resident Star-Spangled Man, you dummy. You’re low on caffeine. Or sleep. That’s what you get, getting up in such an ungodly hour…” she hummed, crossing her arms on her chest as she looked at you sceptically, a drop of disappointment in her eyes.

Oh. Oh! That made sense; if the man was with Tony Stark, the range of options narrowed significantly, especially since your friend had called him a captain. Except it didn’t make any sense at all.

“What was he doing here? I mean… since when is he wandering in our department? It’s all across the compound here from the training area.”

“Well, look who’s actually awake and bright-minded…” It was your turn to roll your eyes at your friend. “My point exactly. No clue, but lemme tell you – seeing that ass? Definitely made my day,” she threw over her shoulder as she stalked to the coffee machine and you couldn’t but chuckle at her bluntness.

Your stranger had an amazing smile, that was true. But your gaze did slide elsewhere on occasion too; which was why you would never try to disprove Harry’s claim.

“We might have the Ironman for a boss, but, girl… I’d like to know what Rogers’ ass is made of then,” she added and you burst into another fit of giggles, your face feeling hot all of sudden when your mind unhelpfully supplied with ‘vibranium’.

What would it feel like?

Yeah, you definitely needed to go back to your numbers before your impure thoughts got the best of you.

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The first time you two met outside the park, you were in a bar.

You hadn’t seen him for almost a month, assuming he went on a long-drawn mission; one that had ended well, clearly, since he was out drinking. Just eyeing his companions and instantly noting his body language, you could tell he was suffering. Like, not literally suffering, but it was very much obvious he was not feeling comfortable.

His eyes were drifting all over the place, as Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes laughed loudly, patting his shoulders while a hint or red dusted his cheeks, and then they fell on you.

His face was screaming ‘save me!’; yet, his smile was still as warm and kind as ever, an impossible spark within his irises, visible even from the distance. That twinkle was always the biggest mystery to you, because logically, no person could have eyes so bright, but here he was, proving your claim wrong.

Your lips spread in a smile automatically and encouraged by your second drink, you considered adding a small silly wave.

Before you could execute the decision, the result of your two last braincells arguing whether it would be more silly or sweet, an arm sneaked around your shoulders and your smile widened on instinct at the sensation. You turned your head to Cade and met his lips halfway to yours.

You had been dating for almost a month now and this inconspicuous guy from logistic of a giant company that was surprisingly not Stark Industries was a dream coming true. He was showering you with so much attention you weren’t sure he was real. Late-night conversations via phonecalls or texts, good morning, good night, kisses that lasted long enough for you to forget that you in fact needed oxygen, touches that set you on fire. He was easy to fall in love with.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout that got you smilin’ so wide, babe?” he whispered to your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth.

Gosh, you wanted him. The first sex hadn’t been so great, Cade chasing his own release, but hey, first times were always hard in a new relationship. The more were you excited about your second time and you were confident the second time would happen tonight.

“Nah, just smiling at strangers. You know that feeling, so nice, when you just toss a smile and they smile back?” your eyes found his, only to see him frown.

“I like it better when you smile for me, babe. What did some stranger do for you to deserve that?” he hummed discontentedly, pouting adorably as his hand slid lower to squeeze your hip possessively. It sent a spark through your body, a lightning striking right into your core.

“Just teasing you, Cade. I was thinking about how I lucked out,” you batted your eyelashes and a slow delicious smirk played with the corner of his mouth all of sudden, intensifying the heat inside of you.

“Wanna get out of here, pretty thing? Lemme show you how lucky you are?” he whispered, the pad of his thumb grazing your lower lip, pulling it down a fraction. “Or maybe… show me how much you think you lucked out, huh? How much you appreciate being mine?”

God, yes.

Judging by the glint in his eyes and the hungry kiss that lasted too short – but too long for such a public place – he didn’t need a verbal confirmation. He swung by the bar to pay for your drink and practically dragged you out of the rather crowded space. Your head was spinning a bit and you couldn’t tell whether it was excitement or alcohol. Either way, you really, really liked it.

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“You know that Cade was a dick right?” Harry noted nonchalantly while she handed you a cup of coffee and assessed (correctly) that you were sulking again, thinking back to that one particular night when you had noticed the first sign – or you would have if you hadn’t been such a goddamn idiotic goose of a woman, drunk on top of that.

You sighed and sipped your punishingly bitter dose of caffeine.

You were positively brooding and you didn’t care if it affected anyone else. The world apparently hated you and you couldn’t quite blame it.

Not even your precious strangers-exchanging-smile moments felt the same anymore. First, your stranger had started smiling less brightly after your encounter at the bar and then, even if it had changed, you wouldn’t be able to tell, because you were too wrapped in your own misery. Even the curve of his lips looked sad, which was a stupid thing to say, because he had no way of knowing about either Cade turning out to be an abuser-in-making or about you breaking things off with him and cracking your fragile heart in the process, while yelling at yourself mentally every morning and still longing for Cade’s arms around you since it always felt oh, oh so good to be held…

You recognized the signs early, but not soon enough. You let it escalate into him trying to control when you went out and with whom, him lashing out when you wouldn’t respond to his text in longer than five-minutes time, letting him yell at you when you missed his call… he loved you, after all, he just missed you and was afraid you were with someone else, and oh babe, come here, you can make it up to me…

Your sister had gone through something similar, for god’s sake. You should have noticed sooner. You should have known better. But no, you had allowed your body, your twat to be precise, to rule your brain and that had been stupid.

Cade had tried to get in touch several times after your break-up, even waiting in front of your apartment until you would go out once; you might have threatened him with a restraining order after that particular day and he had stopped quickly after that, only two of three attempts with a new e-mail address and number to get pass you blocking his previous ones.

Still. It made you miserable. And perhaps a bit self-hateful.

You deserved every bitter drop of Harry’s horrible coffee and more.

“I was being blind and stupid,” you opposed and returned to your figures, deciding your exchange was over. Figures were clear enough; they were easy to read and didn’t make your brain drunk on endorphins and other very specific hormones allowing you to act like a teenage girl, excited at her first boyfriend groping her. “Thanks for the coffee.”

A huff sounded above your head and suddenly your swivel chair was being yanked back and turned around, a pair of strict chocolate eyes boring into your soul with startling clarity. Harry’s fingers were wrapped around the armrests as she was leaning into your space.

You backed into your chair instinctively. She looked menacing.

“He was a charming bastard from what I heard and his type always knows how to manipulate people, letting them see what he wants them to see. It’s not your fault. You’re one badass of a woman, smart as hell for noticing before it escalated. You’re my hero. Mine and every other person’s who has ever been in or even heard of an abusive relationship. You can do better than him. It’s a funny coincidence they spelled his name wrong anyway.”

You blinked away your sudden tears, immensely grateful for her words that somehow wormed their way inside your very core (you blamed the intense stare that reminded of your mother’s when she was giving you the kind of talk that was too serious for you to handle) and yet you tilted your head in confusion, not understanding the meaning of her last statement.

“Huh? His… his name?” you stuttered, baffled.

Harry positioned your chair back to its place with a grin and went back to her own business.

“Clearly, they added an ‘E’ at the end. What a stupid typo…” she threw over her shoulder cheekily and when you caught up, understanding her point, you released the first honest laughter in what felt like a year.

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Your life had been set off to better course after that short conversation. You felt like you were healing every day, finding yourself lighter. Happier. Freer of the baggage Cade had tried to left you with. The sensation was indescribable and it radiated from you; some days more noticeably than others.

You found yourself indulging the blond stranger’s smiles once more, finally seeing the spark in his eyes again, the genuine curve of his lips warming your heart and starting off your day in the best way imaginable.

Naturally, life had a reliable means of showing you it could suck.

Right when you thought that you were fine, it delivered another blow; your favourite place in the world… ceased to exist.

Someone put the swing in the park down.

They just… erased it from existence.

Maybe they considered it dangerous. Maybe they were being dicks. Maybe they thought it was old and ugly. It didn’t quite matter.

You could weep, mourning your intimate inanimate friend.

You didn’t cry. But it was a damn close call as you shuffled towards the playground and eyed it sceptically. You knew it wouldn’t be the same and not just because the swings were in a plain sight, but they also looked too fancy, to actually child-like and— they weren’t your swing. Your sanctuary. Your private space. Your secret place you never told anyone about, not Cade or your previous boyfriends, not your family, not Harry or other friends, not to anyone.

You watched the sun rise on the horizon, ridiculously heavy feeling in your chest, ignorant to the rest of the world.

God, you hated Mondays. You already knew this week was about to be a disaster.

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“There’s a swing outside in the green area.”

“Huh?” you hummed distractedly, too deep into figures to register more than the sound of your friend’s voice. What was her name again? What was yours? What day was today? What was the time? Had you already had lunch? Had the lunch-time already passed…?

A chuckle followed by a to-be offended tone responded to your intelligent way of communicating.

“I’m starting to think ‘Huh’ is my name with how often you call me that,” Harry (aha!) remarked with a hint of sass, but repeated herself, because she knew she shouldn’t take it personal that you didn’t quite payed her any attention. You were a person who would get sucked into their own world, too focused on one task to acknowledge anything else. “A swing. In our compound park. It’s kinda cute, hidden from a plain sight though, a simple wooden thing.”

You slowly raised your eyes to hers, your pupils widening with surprise. Your pulse was roaring in your ears, your heartbeat no doubt shaking your whole frame.

Harry was telling you that there was… a swing. In the compound area. Hidden from everyone’s prying eyes, at least partly.

Why?

How?

You could only come up with one ridiculous theory which involved you, but that idea alone was laughable. Why would anyone do that for you? More importantly, how did anyone know-

“You think it’s an invitation for children? Like, is ‘bring your kids to work’ day happening any time soon? ‘cause, not to be rude and greedy, but one swing doesn’t seem like— hey!” Harry called after you, but you could barely hear her as you jumped to your feet, your heels be damned, and strode through the halls with zero regards to anyone in your way.

Not that there was a soul; people actually worked around here, too busy to wander the halls.

The thing was, that one theory about the swing didn’t just involve you. It involved one more person, but that person was a stranger to you and had no reason to even… acknowledge you. Besides the obvious part of your day that no longer existed – not in the way it used to. But the thought was simply laughable.

A different part of your brain raised a figurative sceptical eyebrow, argumenting that you had no better explanation for the phenomenon.

Because… you loved Harry. She knew about your traditional early morning watching the sunrise, but not about the swing. The swing was always a secret, no one knew, except… except one particular guy who always passed you on his morning run and exchanged a smile with you and just happened to work at the very same compound you did and technically had the power to pull the strings to make this happen.

With your heart hammering in your chest, you gasped for fresh air when you finally made it out of the building, your eyes searching for a calm spot, a tree in whose shades you could possibly find a prove of Harry not pulling your leg.

Your heart positively stopped when your eyes fell on the simple plank hanging on two ropes, indeed offering a safe space for anyone who decided to sit there in search for serenity.

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, your feet moving of their own will despite semi-high heels digging into the ground an inch with each step, bringing you closer to that little, yet breath-taking miracle. A chuckle escaped your lips when your trembling fingers brushed the grey ropes, more of your senses acknowledging that this was in fact happening.

Your hand followed the line of the rope, sliding to the plank, only to notice a rough sensation on your fingertips in the corner. A carving, you realized.

Tears of surprise actually welled up when you recognized they were initials. Your initials.

How-- how was that possible?

‘Sit down, you dummy!’ your consciousness cried out exasperatedly. ‘It’s clearly for you!’

“But why?” you asked it under your breath incredulously, thousands of questions ruminating, no answers on the horizon.

Regardless, you reluctantly lowered yourself, shocked when your feet dangled above the ground in precisely the same way they used to-- they used to in the park. It was even installed in the same height.

Reverently, you gave the swing a test-drive, just tiny motions of your feet to try it out.

It was perfect.

Your gaze fell on a sign on the tree trunk, small, subtle and harmonizing with the place without a fault.

Sanctuary of the kind ones. Do not disturb, it read.

You giggled breathlessly, lightheaded and with no care in the world.

That naturally changed when you spotted your very much expectant colleague in the distance, her arms crossed on her chest, figuratively tapping her foot and screaming questions without saying a single word.

The thing is, you thought, I have no idea how to answer.

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Perhaps it was naïve, a child-like trust and excitement, but the next day, you went to your new spot expecting to enjoy the sunrise there and not to be disturbed indeed.

You weren’t.

What you couldn’t quite prepare yourself for was the single daisy lying on the wood, starling you to no end. Hesitating all of sudden, you searched your surroundings, wondering if you interrupted someone else’s plan. Perhaps someone had the same initials as you and whoever made this happen had a different person in mind, doing it for them and the swing was just a funny coincidence.

But then in the middle of your mussing – on the swing, because, screw it, you might as well enjoy this since no one had kicked you out yet – a familiar figure ran past, gracing you with a beautiful smile, once again without a word and with a shy gaze falling to the ground after you met their eyes. With that, it… actually started to settle.

He had done this for you. For some incredible inexplicable reason… your smiling ‘stranger’ offered you a kindness of unseen measures.

And as if it wasn’t enough, you would find a different flower on the wood every day for the whole week. They weren’t even fancy flowers, which made it absolutely magical. Daisy. Tulip. Lilly. No red roses, only cute blossoms, matching the simplicity of the swing.

Harry was nearing the verge of insanity due to your goofy smiles and flowers in your hands; but you remained tight-lipped like an international spy during an interrogation, too afraid that if you said it out loud, sharing that ridiculous impression you were getting these days with anyone, your bubble would burst.

And surely enough, as if you jinxed it mentally, the next Wednesday, no flower waited for you.

It was ridiculous how your mood died instantly. It could have had hundreds of explanations including the one that he went for a mission, because he was Captain Freaking America, in case your stupid heart forgot, but nope, you would still feel the corners of your lips turn down.

You watched the shades of orange bleeding into blue and grey, lost in thought and with unsettling longing in your heart.

You suspected his steps sounded purposely loud when they came from behind you, where you wouldn’t expect them. You didn’t need to see the familiar Nikes on his feet to know it was him; you doubted anyone else would approach you, let alone at such early hour.

Yet you would lie saying your heart didn’t skip a beat when he stopped in his slow tracks by your side, steady feet next to your dangling ones, and you had his identity confirmed.

Your throat went dry and stiff, your voice dying before it could form.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered reverently, not disturbing the peace of the indeed lovely scenery in front of you.

You didn’t dare to look away from the sunrise as your voice came out unfairly scratchy, a stark contrast to his deep and smooth one that felt like a caress on your skin.

“It is.”

Silence fell on your pair again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The birds sung their morning songs, waking up the world and you didn’t think words were needed. Except you owed him something, and you wanted to say it.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from the painting by the most amazing artist, the nature itself, you casted a glance at him.

You didn’t realize you had never seen him still; duh, you did know that, but what didn’t quite click in your brain was that you would be able to see him in all his glory, soft smile and an absent gaze framed by long eyelashes, shadows casted all over his face and body, playing games which gave him a surprisingly ethereal aura for a man of his built.

Your stomach tied itself into a knot at the sight and the ‘thank you’ got once again stuck in your throat when his eyes turned to you as well, you breath stolen from your lungs, your lips parting uselessly and curling into a smile on instinct when his did.

Despite seeing the too startling sparkle up close, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the deep blue with a hint of green of his irises. It was just too captivating, locking you in a sweet cage you didn’t feel trapped in, but free and suddenly able to breathe in again.

“Thank you,” slipped from your lips unwittingly, shocking to your own ears.

The very same hint of scarlet you remembered from the infamous bar encounter dusted his cheeks, his smile softening as he turned a bashful gaze away, now fixated on the ground.

“Just wanted to see you smile again. Best part of my day,” he admitted, peeking at you from the insanely long and thick eyelashes and you could melt on spot, dizzying vertigo overcoming you at the sweet words. Good thing you were sitting.

You had no idea how to respond, your heartbeat thumping in your temples, your face feeling too hot and chest pleasantly warm at such admission. Your teeth went to chew on your lip and you abruptly stopped yourself. Bad, bad habit.

“Was… was that the only thing? Because the swing would be more than enough, let alone with my initials, and the flowers-“

“Maybe-“ he softly interrupted your lame attempt at flirting which had turned into a babble, but with same nerves coursing his voice unless your senses were playing tricks on you. A shiver ran down your spine at the realization that he might be as nervous as you were-- the strangest thing in the world, wouldn’t it be? “Maybe I could tell you… over a coffee?”

A daffodil entered your field of vision, happy, bright and yet somehow shy in his big hand and you didn’t think twice before accepting it, your fingers brushing his skin in the process only half-accidentally. Passing you the flower, he offered you a hand so he could assist you in standing up.

Ah, as if he knew your knees felt wobbly and uncooperating with the overwhelming turn of events.

You didn’t hesitate to accept that either. You had a hunch that the manners of a forties’ man would be offended if you didn’t anyway.

“Thank you. Again.”

The twinkle in his eyes shone brighter at your words, his smile widening.

“My pleasure.”

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“If I trip over something, I’ll bully you into carrying me everywhere for the next month,” you threatened in a joking manner as your boyfriend of one year led you through his apartment with his huge palm sprawled over your eyes, while his other gently rested on your lower back, making sure you maintained some balance.

“I wouldn’t complain about that. Are you serious? Because I just might let you trip then…” he teased back and you could hear the grin in his voice, mesmerized by the happy note in it. You would roll your eyes at him fondly, but he wouldn’t see it, so there was no point.

“Don’t you dare…”

“Okay, let’s stop now,” he whispered in your ear, his hand shifting to your hip to squeeze lightly, causing you to shiver. You and Steve had taken your time when it came to physical aspect of your relationship (past certain bases anyway), so a touch like that still sent a delicious electrifying feeling through your whole body.

As if you weren’t excited enough ever since the moment he had told you he had had a surprise for you.

Chewing on your lower lip, you followed his gentle instruction and stopped in your tracks.

“Should I be afraid?” you asked for the fourth time in the past five minutes.

“Terrified,” he confirmed in a joking manner. “You ready?”

Not waiting for your answer, he uncovered your eyes and with a deep inhale, you snapped them open.

Only for your breath to hitch at the sight in front of you.

“Oh my god... it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, a surprised chuckle escaping past your lips.

In the corner of the living room, soft marigold pillows laid in a circular hammock chair coloured in the indigo of an early sunrise, practically begging for you to jump in and nestle there with a book and relax.

Instantly reminded of how you met Steve in the first place, you couldn’t but spun on your heels and threw your arms around him, strong arms eagerly welcoming you as his chest shook with hushed chuckle.

“Glad you like it,” he murmured, hiding his face in your hair, raising you from the floor effortlessly. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Happy anniversary, Steve. This truly is amazing. I love it!”

“But not more than me?”

It was your turn to chuckle as you retreated, placing a kiss on his nose and earning a pout that simply had to be kissed away.

“No, Steve, not even this amazing hammock compares to you. I’ll show you exactly how much I love you in a sec, I just have to test it out,” you promised.

He released you with no protest and watched with a fond smile as you climbed in with a child-like excitement, the corners of his eyes twinkling. He slowly made his way to you as the hammock swung gently with your weight and you sent him a delighted grin as he sat on his heels in front of you, his hands landing on the edges so he had the control over the movements.

“What’s the verdict?” he pried softly and you opened your mouth to respond with enough enthusiasm to power the state of New York for a year; but he continued. ”Is it comfy enough for you to… make you consider- that maybe-- you could… stay here more often?”

Your breath hitched, your throat swelling when you got a pretty good idea of what he was asking from his serious gaze. Yet, you needed to make sure, butterflies in your stomach flipping their wings wildly as you leaned forward, invisible magnets pulling you towards him.

“And by ‘more often’ you mean-“

“All the time,” he whispered, his eyes roaming your face nervously, trying to spy a reaction, read the answer in your expression alone.

You chuckled incredulously, ecstatic at such proposition, and placed your palms to both sides of Steve’s face, grateful for his grip on the hammock and trusting him not to let you faceplant on him with how hazardous the kiss you gave him was.

Your eyelids fluttered close, but you felt his smile as his lips engaged in a tender dance with yours, one of his hands sneaking to the side of your neck to pull you closer, tilting your head as his tongue teased your lips to part.

How could you deny him anything even when you felt like you were about to fall face-down any second? He would be under you when you landed anyway. What more could you wish for-

“I love you,” he breathed to your mouth as he broke the kiss for one damned second that felt like eternity; one second in which you forgot to suck more air in even when given the opportunity. Who needed oxygen anyway? You could breathe Steve in and live blissfully, it was what you were trying to do for the past minute and it was glorious- “That’s a yes, right?”

A chuckle escaped you as you dodged another kiss, his lips landing in your hair instead, the hammock swaying hazardously. Mm, seemed like your supersoldier was too distracted to watch your balance.

“Yes. The hammock totally convinced me,” you teased him lightly, an idea striking you when you said those words. Climbing down as he was still sitting in front of you on his heels, you lowered yourself on him, nestling in his lap and leaning to his ear and sharing your not necessarily filthy thought in a breathless whisper. “But I think I still like sitting right here much better.”

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 3)

Bakugo x Reader

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One night, a year or so ago Bakugo had gotten a little tipsy and decided it would be a great idea to take all of the batteries out of the smoke alarms. That way he wouldn't have to deal with them every time he thew a fit and his hands sparked up. So he was really surprised when he woke up one morning to one of them blaring. Kirishima must have replaced them.... damnit shitty hair. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, “What the fuck is going on?”

He was absolutely exhausted. You had another nightmare last night and just like the last time you accidentally pulled him into it. He handn’t been able to sleep after that and he couldn't go to your room because then you would know he had seen it. He knew it wasn't his fault but it still felt like an invasion of your privacy.

He strolled out of his bedroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and made his was to the source of his growing headache. He walked into the kitchen and there you were. You looked extremely confused and alarmed as smoke billowed from the toaster. You pulled the plug from the wall and huffed at the ruined toast. “Shit...”

He couldn’t help it. He started laughing harder than he had in years.

You spun around, giving him a good look at the pancake mix in your hair, “OH! Bakugo I’m so sorry! I was trying to make you breakfast... but its definitely not as easy as you make it look...” You plopped down in one of the chairs and it wasnt until now that he realized you weren't wearing any pants. Just his oversized hoodie. He couldnt judge though he wasnt exactly wearing a shirt. A fact you were acutely aware of as you desperately tried to avoid staring at his perfect abs.

You huffed again, “I ruined everything....”

He smirked, “Nah, theres nothing here that cant be fixed... well maybe not the toast. Thats a lost cause.” He held his hand out to you, “Ready for your first cooking lesson?”

He proceeded to flit around the kitchen like a true professional but he never took over. Instead he would just tell you what you needed to do. He wanted to make sure you were actually learning. He knew he couldnt take care of you forever. There were things you missed out on growing up and he was going to make sure you became a functioning adult.

You guys sat at the table with the banquet of food around you. You beamed as you took your first bite, “This is actually good!”

He scoffed, “Excuse me? I helped you, of course it’s good...”

You giggled, “Thanks for that by the way. I know it must be frustrating to teach a grown ass woman how to do basic things...”

“Okay first of all dont ever think that. Its not your fault you didnt get to learn this stuff. And second.... that is the second time you’ve used a curse word today. What gives? Am I rubbing off on you? You’ve only been here a week.” He wagged his eyebrows.

You gave his shoulder a quick swat, “Maybe I swear like a sailor but I've been playing nice. You dont know me.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit, “You’re right. I dont. But I’d like to...” He bit into a piece of bacon and groaned, “I do know one thing though, you make some good ass bacon.”

He spent the rest of the day teaching you every day tasks from doing laundry to how to use the internet. You paid close attention and would periodically stop him to write something down so you wouldn’t forget. He was currently showing you how to log in to Netflix when an idea hit him, “Oi! Do you know how to ride a bike?”

You gave him a weird look, “I used to have one with training wheels when I was little but my mom never taught me how to ride one without them. I had wanted my dad to teach me but he died when I was little.”

He sucked in a breath. He still hadn't told you about your mom. Did you know what she did to you? Did you know your mom sold you to the highest bidder? And your dad? He had no idea he had died.... was there anything about your childhood that was happy? “I’m sorry to heat about your dad.”

You just shrugged, “I was really little. My mom always said I was his little mini me. Said I looked just like him and had the heart to match. He was a really nice guy....” You expression grew sad, “Sometimes when I was younger after I had been taken by the villains... if I was having a really bad day I would pretend he was still alive. Because he never would have let them take me.” A single tear slid down your cheek but you caught it, “Look at me getting all emotional. No need to cry over something I cant change right?”

He took your hand in his and gave it the softest squeeze, “I’d say you’re entitled to a few tears. Given what you’ve been through, I don't know how you get out of bed some mornings.” Especially after the nightmares he’d witnessed first hand.

You sniffed back your tears as you returned a quick squeeze to his hand, “Easy. I have you.”

He didnt know what to say. To the rest of the world he was Ground Zero, the temperamental, cocky hero. But you see so much more. You bring out the best in him and whether he likes it or not he's changing because of it. “Oi. Put some fucking pants on. You're going to learn how to ride a bike!”

“....Do you even have a bike?”

No, he didnt. But Kirishima did. “You just worry about yourself, and let me figure out the bike situation. Alright?”

You scurried off to your room to change and get ready for the day. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a clean shirt. It may have been Bakugos but at this point you didnt think he’d mind. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and gave yourself a quick look in the mirror. You really needed a haircut. Even in a ponytail it was well down your back. There was a pair of scissors in the kitchen, maybe you could just cut it yourself.

Thats how you ended up in the bathroom hair in one hand, scissors in the other. Right as you were about to make your first cut, someone cleared their throat behind you. “Oi! Crazy pants! Put the scissors down before you fuck your hair up. All I said was put on some pants not go full on Mulan...” He sighed, “There’s someone here I want you to meet. He can be pretty annoying but I promise he’s not that ba-”

“Hey who are you calling annoying you grump old man.” Kirishima looked at the scissors in you hand, “Oh cool. Giving yourself a haircut? I did that once when I was seven. Wasn't a good look. But I’m sure yours will look much better.”

Bakugo was rubbing his temples in frustration, “Y/n this this is shitty hair, shitty hair this is y/n.”

You gave him a soft giggle, “The fact that he calls you shitty hair makes me think I shouldn't listen to you.” You put the scissors down, “I do want to cut it though. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Bakugo scoffed, “You’re the pain in the ass, dont try and blame it on your hair. Although you do shed worse than any dog I’ve ever known. Your hair is all over the apartment.... Come here.” He turned you towards the mirror, “Alright look straight ahead and dont fucking move... how short do you want it?”

You motioned to the tops of your shoulders, “Like around here maybe. I dont know what do you think shitty hair?”

Kirishima chuckled, “You can call me Kirishima.” He shrugged, “I dont know anything about hair.”

Bakugo huffed, “Yeah clearly, hence the name shitty hair.” He looked at you through the mirror, “I would go just a little longer.... like maybe here.” He motioned to a bit below you shoulder. His hand was rather close to your breasts and it made both of you blush. “I’ll see if I can get you an appointment somewhere soon. Until then what if I just braid it to get it out of the way?”

Your blush deepened, “Yeah that would be nice.”

His fingers felt so good carding though your hair. You closed your eyes and had to fight back the urge to hum. You needed to pull it together. Bakugo was nice enough to let you into his life and has gone above and beyond to make sure you’re well taken care of and comfortable. You didn't need to fuck that up by having feelings for him.

Your eyes jolted open when he cleared his throat behind you, “Uh...I’m done now.” Your eyed met his through the mirror and noticed his cheeks were almost as red as yours, “Ready to learn how to ride a bike?”

Kirishima caught Bakugo as you guys were leaving the apartment letting you go on ahead, “Dude? When the fuck did you learn how to braid hair? Who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?”

Bakugo pulled his arm away from him, “Shut the fuck up and I swear if you tell anyone about it I’ll end you!” Bakugo hadn't been completely honest with his best friend about who you were or why you were living with him. He knew you were the girl from his dreams but he didnt know you had been a prisoner or that there was a small possibility you were being hunted.

Kirishima raised his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying man you seem awfully invested in this girl. I mean she’s wearing your shirt! She’s obviously pretty and from what I can tell she seems nice and all but come on man you haven't been to work in over a week... The director says you either come in tomorrow or you’re fired....”

Bakugo growled, “As if he would actually have the balls to fire Ground Zero.” He took a few steps before stopping and running a hand through his hair, “Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow... I just need to tell y/n.”

Kirishima put his hand on his shoulder, “She’s a big girl Bakugo. I’m sure she’ll be fine without you for a few hours. Whats the worst that could happen?”

Bakugo groaned, “I really wish you hand asked that. It’s like you’re trying to jinx us.”

When they got outside you were already sitting on the bike, rolling it back and forth looking like an excited child, “What took you guys so long?! Come on!”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “So Y/n... how in the world did you make it this far in life without knowing how to ride a bike?”

Before Bakugo could intercept the question you were shrugging it off, “Guess you could say I grew up sheltered. Now are we doing this or not?”

A few minutes later Bakugo was behind you holding your waist and walking slowly as you got used to peddling the bike.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Let me know when you're ready for me to let go.” The combination of his strong hands on your waist and his warm breath on your neck... it was giving you goosebumps.

You felt a chill run down your spine, “Bakugo dont you dare fucking let go. I thought this was going to be a lot easier!”

He chuckled, “Don’t be stupid you’re doing fine! I won't let go until you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay I can do this.... It’s not a big deal. Children do this.... Bakugo I think I’m ready...”

“Well good because I already let go.”

Your head swiveled back and forth incredulous that you had not noticed that he had let go. It was a terrible idea because as soon as you weren't one hundred percent focused on peddling you started to tilt.

“Shit! Y/n!” Bakugo threw himself between you and the pavement just in time to catch you. “Watch it will yeah?” You landed on top of him your nose dangerously close to his.You could hear your heart pounding. You were close enough to smell his signature caramel sent and it made your mouth water. He brushed a hair out of your face. “Are you okay? You’re looking at me funny....”

You blinked rapidly trying to wake yourself up from whatever daydream you were starting to have. “Yeah I’m fine... thanks.”

He shrugged, “It was my fault for letting go. I won't do that again.”

Your heart picked up the pace at his words. He obviously meant he wouldn't let go while you were riding the bike, but you desperately wished he meant something else. But he was Ground Zero. He was an attractive, successful Pro hero. You were probably nothing more than a wounded animal to him. He deserved someone with less baggage.

You pushed yourself off of him, no longer in the mood to ride a bike. “I know this is silly... but I kind of want to go get coffee.” His caramel sent was still invading your senses and it made you crave your favorite beverage. You had tried different drinks through trail and error before you found what you liked and you named it the cinnamon roll latte. It was a vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel and cinnamon instead of sugar. It smelled just like someone you knew and it was absolutely delicious.

Kirishima walked over and helped you two get up and picked up the bike, “Coffee sounds good. I have an overnight shift coming up tonight and I’m already dreading it.”

Bakugo dusted off his pants and nodded, “Yeah coffee sounds nice. Same place as usual?”

You smiled, “Of course!”

You guys had been back to the same coffee house over and over again and the bitchy barista always had something to say but you kept insisting to Bakugo it wasnt worth getting her in trouble.

You practically skipped through the door into the coffee house and right up to the empty counter. The barista gave you a bored look, “Let me guess, the usual?”

You nodded, “Yup! Him as well. He wants to try it!” You pointed at Bakugo behind you who was already taking out his wallet to pay. You needed to try and find a job soon. You couldn't mooch off of him forever. You saw a sign next to the register that said they were hiring. You knew if you brought it up Bakugo would insist it wasn't necessary, so you would just come back tomorrow when he went to work. You refused to be a burden on anyone.

The barista who's name you had found out was Tasha rolled her eyes, “I see you finally found some clothes of your own.

Bakugo put his arm around your shoulders, “Actually the shirts mine but it looks way better on her doesn't it?” He winked at you before retiring his attention to Tasha who’s mouth was hanging open. Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, “I said doesn't it?”

She handed back his credit card with a quick nod, “Yes. I’m sorry it looks great on you.”

When you had found a booth to sit at you turned to him and slapped his shoulder, “Bakugo you have got to stop bullying the barista!”

His eyes about popped out of their sockets, “Are you kidding me?! She's the one who always has to say some shit about you every other time we come here!”

You sighed, “So? Let her be the source of her own misery. You dont need to stoop to her level. You’re better than that.”

He huffed and fiddled with the napkin dispenser on the table, “Yeah whatever you say....”

Kirishima looked back and forth between the two of you, “What..... the actual fuck? She just scolded you and you’re.... you’re okay with it?”

Bakugo shrugged, “She’s right... there’s no point in bickering with people who aren't worth it.”

You smiled as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. It was a bold move, but it was something you had wanted to do for a while now.

He gave you an incredulous look and narrowed his eyes, “What the fuck was that for.”

Tasha cleared her throat behind him, “Here’s the coffees you guys ordered. Have a great day.”

Bakugo waited for her to be out of earshot before he belted out a laugh, “Oi! Here you are acting all high and mighty talking about being the bigger person and then you go and try to make the barista jealous? You're sneaky.”

He took a sip of his coffee while you just giggled. He didnt need to know that you had no idea Tasha had been standing there. He didnt need to know that you had kissed his cheek because you wanted to. You looked up and mer Kirishima’s eyes. He smirked at you, “Well aren't you two just adorable?”

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3001. What is your half-birthday? >> November 28.

3002. When is your un-birthday? >> The other 363 days of the year. 3003. Do you like movies about: time travel? the 80's? drugs? crazy people? halucinations? aeroplanes? death? life? the meaning of life? fate? >> Movies about any of these things have the potential to be interesting to me. 3004. If you said yes to any of the above you should see Donnie Darko. If you HAVE seen it, what'd you think? >> I’ve seen Donnie Darko a few times, actually. I like it a lot. 3005. If you were going to write a book what would it be about? >> I have no ideas for a book.

3006. Is radio obsolete? >> It’s still in use, isn’t it? So, no. 3007. Do you feel like you are entitled to have things without working for them? >> I don’t feel entitled to anything.

3008. If yes than why do you believe you feel this way? >> --- 3009. If no, have you noticed that a lot of people around you feel this way? >> I really don’t notice that, no. 3010. If yes than why do you believe they feel this way? >> --- 3011. "An eight track sterio, a color tv in every room and a half a pievce of dope everyday. That's the american dream, nigga'" How do you feel about the above quote? >> I don’t feel anything about it. 3012. What is it from? >> I assume it’s from either an old hip-hop song or one of those hood movies made in the eighties or nineties. 3013. What year is it from? >> *shrug* Probably the late seventies or eighties (a movie made in the nineties can be set at any time). 3014. Do you believe that you will someday be famous? >> No. 3015. What is YOUR IDEA of success? >> I don’t have an idea of it because I don’t care about the concept. 3016. Do you believe that you will be successful? >> I literally do not care. 3017. Will you be successful without hard work? >> --- 3018. What brings you bad luck? >> I assume “bad luck” is mostly randomness. Is it true that you: 3019. Claim to be goth, punk, prep, emo or any other lable? >> I call myself “goth” and “metalhead”, because those seem to describe my preferences pretty well without having to go into an insane amount of detail. 3020. Claim that your opinion is RIGHT? >> No, because no opinion is “right”. Facts are the things that you’d call “right” or “wrong” depending on their validity; an opinion is just a subjective interpretation of events. 3021. claim that your religion is RIGHT? >> --- 3022. Claim to be a fan of a band when you really only like a few songs? >> If I only like a few songs and I dislike the other songs, then nah. But if I only know a few songs and I deeply love those songs and am reasonably sure that the rest of their music would have a similar effect, but I just haven’t listened to their whole oeuvre, then I feel like “fan” is still appropriate. 3023. Do ANYTHING to fit in or be accepted by ANYONE? >> Well, duh. 3024. REFUSE to listen to the ideas or thoughts of others? >> No, that’d be false. 3025. tell others to shut up? >> I rarely tell anyone to shut up seriously. I always say it in a joking manner, like when Sparrow is obviously about to make a horrendous dad joke lmao. 3026. say I HATE (insert any band)? >> I don’t hate any bands, so, no. 3027. say I HATE (insert anything)? >> Yeah, there are other things I hate. 3028. Only appreciate certain things that you LIKE? >> What? 3029. like only one style of music? >> False. 3030. like only one style of clothes? >> False. 3031. hate a style of music? >> Nope, I don’t hate any styles of music. Not caring to listen to it isn’t hatred. 3032. hate life? >> No. 3033. Is it true that you: 3034. don't listen when parents, elders or authorities talk? >> I listen when people talk unless I just don’t care about what they’re talking about. 3035. do everything parents, elders and authoritys tell you? >> --- 3036. do things or want things because it looked cool on mtv? >> LOL nothing on MTV looks cool these days. 3037. hate everyone? >> No. 3038. hate everything? >> No. 3039. hate disco? >> Hell no, disco fucking owns. 3040. hate rap? >> Nah, I’ve long recovered from my internalised racism. 3041-3045 These question is for the guys You are at her home with her. Both of you have drank a little wine, enough to loosen the inhibitions while not getting tipsy. You have snugled on the couch and it's a good time for bed. You've been romantic, but you've not made any big moves on her. You're not sure if you are up to a night of love making or even if she's in the mood. She goes to the bedroom to put on something more comfortable... When she returns she is wearing an outfit that looks great on her and you notice that she has her hands tied in front of her, with a scrunchee... She stands in front of you and giggles nerviously. You search for words to express how you feel, but before you can get any words out she gets on her knees in front of you and reachs out to hold your hand with both of hers. Your eyes find hers... 3041. How do you react to this? >> This question isn’t for me because I would never be in this situation, period. For multiple reasons. 3042. What message do you think she is sending? 3043. What do you do next? 3044. Is this a good way for her to approach her fantasy with you? 3045. If not, what would be a better way for her to approach you about wanting to be controled during sex(consider that just outright talking about it might be hard for her)? 3046-3050 These questions is for the girls

You are at his home with him. Both of you have drank a little wine, enough to loosen the inhibitions while not getting tipsy. You have snugled on the couch and it's a good time for bed. You've been romantic, but you've not made any big moves on him. You're not sure if you are up to a night of love making or even if he's in the mood.

He goes to the bedroom to put on something more comfortable... When he returns she is wearing an outfit that looks great on him. He sits next to you. You kiss and kiss. You move your hands down his body to his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt but he stops you and whispers seductively..'A good slave unbuttons them with her teeth..and you do want to be my slave, don't you?'

3046. What do you do? >> Jesus fuck. What a waste of a survey segment lmao 3047. How do you react to this? 3048. What message do you think he is sending? 3049. Is this a good way for him to approach his fantasy with you? 3050. If not, what would be a better way for him to appraoch you about wanting to be in control during sex(consider that just outright talking about it might be hard for him)?

#surveys #survey #5000 question survey

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theneverendingpurplesky · 4 years

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Ok, now I’m chapter 66 of Heaven Official’s Blessing and I’ll put my ramblings under the cut because of spoilers (btw, thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments in the other posts! ❤️❤️❤️)

Shi Qingxuan: “no matter how good the intention, after being passed around, words will always end up becoming negative”

Me: well, that’s because the heavenly court is full of morons... actually, it makes sense considering that they’re a bunch of, in general, privileged and self-entitled rich people with a mass communication device.... oh shit, the Heavenly Court is like Gossip Girl.

Me before: Qi Rong went insane because Xie Lian fell.

Novel: Nah fam, he’s always been a crazy psycho and a bully.

Me:...oh, ok.

I have to say, I feel MUCH less charitable towards him than before. Insulting the people at the top is hilarious, insulting the ones beneath you makes you a bully (and he’s not a bully, he’s a full psycho).

And about that, something that called my attention was that in chapter 1 it says that Xian Le fell to chaos because of the Emperor’s cruel governing; I was like ‘Xie Lian’s father is a cruel Emperor...?’ I thought it was odd (Xie Lian seemed to have a good relationship with his parents, so how could he get along with them if the Emperor is cruel while he wants to help the common people??), so I considered the possibility that the Emperor when Xian Len fell was Qi Rong and not Xie Lian’s father and that Qi Rong governed a la Joffrey, but then XL’s parents would have to die within 3 years after Xie Lian ascended. I still think that’s a possibility, but the other chapters also show that Xie Lian did NOT get along with his father because of opposing views regarding royalty and the common people (his dad is a fucking snob), and details about Xian Le shows that the state of the country COULD lead to a rebellion, even with Xie Lian’s dad as the Emperor. I mean, when I read in chapter 1 about the golden carriages and lavish parade, I was like ‘if the country was so rich, why did the people rebel?’ and then these chapters show that while the nobility and royalty have this HUGE amount of wealth, there are still people living in the slums, in poverty or homeless... I mean, the disparity in wealth is shown to be so deep (the description of the royal palace in comparison to the nearby slums makes you go yikes) that it makes sense that people would grow increasingly dissatisfied. And actually, I was like ‘....is Xie Lian ok with this?’ but then we find out that he did NOT agree with his father’s ruling, but could not do anything against the king --> but I’m not sure if staying away was the right choice...

And about the Crown Prince Xie Lian, I have to say, the author did an amazing job of portraying how different Xie Lian was when he was Crown Prince; I mean, yeah, he was “woker” and more humble/down-to-earth than the rest of the nobility but certain details made evident that despite that, his view of the world was still coming from a sheltered and rich young master. Like on the one hand, his understanding of the difference between his and Mu Qing’s privilege when he decided to cover him for the gold foil was fantastic, or him taking responsibility for all damages made by Qi Rong (including economic losses from vendors) was great. But on the other hand...

Novel: he didn’t bring a lot with him. Only 200 treasured swords.

Me:

Or when he was looking for sweets to give the poor children because he thought that giving them coins was too much like dismissing beggars and he thought it was inappropriate --> I have to say I was like ‘fuck your candies, Xie Lian! if I were poor/homeless, I would WANT you to dismiss me with your golden coins!!’

I mean, he was nice and humble, and was much better than the rest of the rich people when it comes to helping and understanding the common people, BUT his view was still one that came from someone who grew up being rich and royalty (something he couldn’t help since he was the crown prince in a country like Xian Le, but those details are very interesting, as that trait is not present in the current Xie Lian).

Jun Wu: “in this matter, you really worked hard for nothing, and pleased no one” --> FUCK YOU!! he saved the (rest of the) common people of Xian Le, he avoided them being killed or facing a new wave of discrimination, he avoided clashes and he contributed to the peace in the region, so fuck that ‘worked hard for nothing’ you snake (and this is why Xie Lian needs to elope with Hua Cheng and be done with the fucking heavenly court).

And if he sent Xie Lian because he’s the “only one he trusts” why didn’t tell him “hey the one that disappeared was the Earth Master and I’d sent him to be Hua Cheng’s subordinate as a spy, so Hua Cheng is probably involved” instead of just fucking sending him blindly to the Ghost City??? suspicious... And I love how every time Jun Wu tells him to be wary of Hua Cheng, Xie Lian is like ‘I suddenly can’t hear’ lol.

And thinking about Jun Wu's possible motive to have Xie Lian fail/fall, it called my attention that in Xian Le, the second-highest temple, after Jun Wu’s, was Xie Lian’s (and he only ascended for 3 years...), and I keep thinking that maybe he felt threatened by Xie Lie?? I mean, Xie Lian was suuuper popular and talented (he only cultivated for 2 years before ascending??) and he “disrespected” his parade and refused to apologize because, in XL’s view, he did the right thing, I mean when I read in chapter 1 “Then the Heavens would be the ones who are wrong. Why should the people who are right apologize to the ones who are wrong?” I was like ‘he’s totally right but damn, that’s a gutsy answer’, so I think Jun Wu saw Xie Lian as a powerful (lots of believers) young god who he could not control (or was not respectful enough) and may surpass him and said ‘hell no, he needs to be beaten’ and did it in a covert way while pretending to support him (....and totally not because I was watching old American Next Top Model’s videos and reading comments about how Tyra usually downplays/criticizes the girls that are more beautiful than her because she feels intimidated while pretending to be nice, and that made me think of Jun Wu as Tyra >_>....)

#TGCF #Heaven Official's Blessing #hob #personal

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capsing · 5 years

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ok GoT i’m done

don’t get me wrong, i’m going to watch the last two episodes, but my emotional investment in it vaporized after the last episode

here’s my rant (spoilers for S08E04)

that’s it. character development means nothing. time to wrap things up and don’t forget being hip edgelords. so after pulling through 30 bloody minutes of all the heterosexual couples hooking up, we have:

1. lol you thought tormund’s love to brienne was genuine? lol tormund would actually be ok with every woman ever! it’s not like he was the first man we’ve seen attracted to brienne’s strength and combat ability, which others found unattractive due to them being unconventional. he’s fine, that was just for the kicks, he ain’t that complex and it’s not like he vexed poetry to sandor about her and kept daydreaming about their future children or anything

2. lol you thought ghost mattered? nah man, we just put him there because ya’ll keep whining about him not being there. ghost being jon’s?? oh after sending him to the front lines with jorah (????) now he’s going off with tormund, but that’s not like he has personality or anything, he’s just a dumb blight on our budget, not an actual character which was with jon for many many years. jon would just like glance at ghost and be off. remember when ghost guarded jon’s actual dead body??? haha me neither!!!

3. lol you thought the sandor and sansa thing was heading somewhere and is going to pay off? nah sandor is limited to one (tm) interaction with a main character at all times, and we’re picking arya! so after bazillion seasons and all those subtle hints, we’d let them have a few words, and it’d SEEM like it’s leading somewhere, but then she’d just get up and leave! but hold your horses, she’s going to TOUCH HIS HAND. afterwards he’s leaving because we’re having him killing his brother because fans wanted that, and like, character development? haven’t heard of her

4. lol you thought that gendry/arya or jaime/brienne thing is going to work?? no no we’re too cool for school here. gendry is going to purpose to arya because he’s suddenly into being a lord now, and instead of communicating like normal arya will riddle me this an answer and not tell gendry she’s just not into being a lady of a castle, but she’d be happy to marry him! nope she’s suicidal now, we have a stark quota and we’re overbooked so they dying.

and all that buildup with brienne??? no jaime decided suddenly he’s hateful (we’re not projecting or anything!!) and he’s gonna break brienne’s heart ‘cause after all his character development which made people who hated him in the begining actually like him now and understand him - the scenery of winterfell kinda reminded him that, so he’s jerky mcjerk now and all the joy brienne had is now moot. there’s prophercy to be had biatches (azor ahai??? bless you!)

5. missandei/grey worm?? don’t even get me started, i have a fridge to fill with dead woman here. cool how they somehow managed to capture her in an inexplicable manner to traumatize everyone!!! even better that her last word was really spiteful, telling her friend to burn people alive! whoopie!

6. what are oaths, a book by sansa stark - or, how to make a very sudden political decision without talking with your ALL SEEING BROTHER WHO WAS RIGHT THERE SANSA. SITTING RIGHT ACROSS FROM YOU. A FOUNTAIN OF WISDOM. but like i’d give it a pass because ned kept such secrets and he ended up dying and jon made such stupid decisions sansa you’re still precious hun but nothing good is going to come out of it all sorry babe why do bad shows happen to good characters

7. also danny is demonstrating to the audience how to abuser 101, good thing she wasn’t previously subjected to abuse in the previous seasons and understood that’s an unhealthy way to conduct yourself with people you care about! we’re all about that character growth here

8. remember how mental illness works? neither do the writers of the scripts, but whatevez, really. let’s perpetuate the “crazy people dangerous!!!” thing, with the mad king and all, instead of giving it a more rationalized explanation regarding entitlement and visions of grandeur and whatnot

9. remember danny already faced with the arrow-machine thing?? good, neither does she!!! you’d think she’d want to PUT AN ARMOR ON HER DRAGONS BY NOW, WITH THEM BEING BLACKSMITHS LOYAL TO HER JUST IN HER COURTYARD, AND LIKE, DOCUMENTATION OF IT HAPPENING IN THE PAST. learning from mistakes is dumb and there are dragons to be whammieddd so the stakes would seem higher and the odds of winning even worse! not like they faced actual death last episode, this episode would make sure enough time have passed so people would be actually worried who would win between the humans!

10. why murder characters when you can massacre their actual character amrite???

yeah i think 10 ought to do it that’s mostly it

i’m watching the next two episodes, i couldn’t fathom my expectations to be any lower than they already were (and were they low), but there you have it

i know you’re killing varys, another of my faves. fine. burn him up. whatevez.

//makes shooing motion with hand

(thanks for reading thus far. onwards to ao3 i guess)

#got #game of thrones #gots08e04 #spoilers #gameofthrones #got season 8 #got spoilers #personal #im mostly dissapointed #but hey at least i wrote something i guess #sigh #honestly #that's such a bummer #sniffles in the corner with other sansan fans #sigh2

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random thoughts:

jsyk, Serena swam in the place my dog poops. I hope Fred stepped in it. Die Fred.

(spoilers obvs)

NOT. ENOUGH. JANINE. the only time i cheered out the entire 3 episodes was that one glimpse of janine.

I got to see my girl Alma though which was lovely.

OMG. Can... I just... that scene with Emily walking through the hospital was the dumbest fucking, most American stupid scene ever on this show. It was so fucking cheesy and absolutely 10000% unrealistic. Who actually thought it was a good idea? They should be fired. Or sent to go work on Grey’s Anatomy or something. Not even that shitshow aka SVU would do something as painfully cliched and cheesy as that. Firstly, this show is fucking stupid. Okay. If all this shit was happening, Canada would have got like MILLIONS of refugees. Seeing the cops escort some raggedy refugee would be common af. Maybe it’s the baby thing? Still, Canadians aren’t gawkers like that. We also don’t like embarrassing displays like that. It’s so American it hurts. NOBODY CLAPS LIKE THAT IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL. It’s a quiet place, okay. Also, why don’t any of these doctors have anything better to do? Anyway. I hated that scene so much.

Nick is so boring. So boring. He’s just a wet doughnut. I sorta liked him getting angry at June but also I wish I cared about anything he has to say. Bye Nick Bland. Good riddance.

Lawrence’s one liners? Funny. Lawrence? Disgusting awful psycho. I hate him sfm.

Fred? Also disgusting. I hate him 10000x more. Everything about him is repulsive. He’s so much worse this season. I hate everything about his entitled, poor me, manpain. I hate hearing about any of his feelings. Fucking die already. I found him interesting enough as an antagonist in the show before but no longer. Redundant.

Beth. Too good for Nick. Too good for this world.

Too much staring. I AM SO SICK OF IT. It wastes time. Is redundant af at this point. I’m bored. Stop it.

Moss... um. Honey. I love you but... what the fuck was up with all the over-acting? 302 seemed particularly bad. Like I just can’t take it anymore. Who directed 302? They should be fired too for making her do that. Also, lady from Transparent, what the fuck was up with her acting?

Luke is useless. Like, I get it. I get why he’s a huge damp sulkbaby but I mean. I don’t want to see it? I’d rather just not see him at all cos literally I can’t recall a scene of him not being fucking useless or ignorant. Or half-assing it. I want to like Luke, honestly. But I just... don’t. I love the shit outta Moira and Erin, and I adored Moira/Emily interactions. But Luke? Miss me with his manpain.

Once again, I hate Lawrence. He is no good. He’s so fucking creepy and gross. I do not understand why people like him? And I don’t mean, “I don’t know why people like this character.” I mean, “I don’t understand why people like this person.” As a character, sure, he’s interesting and revolting and does his role well. He’s even got some funny lines and Whitford has great delivery. I mean these people who LIKE HIM. As a person. They think he’s great and a good guy. I don’t get it. Are we watching the same show? He’s a great character and a terrible person. That said, he’s still a dude and I’m not about to say he’s such a great character that I want to know all about him. Nah, bros. I wanna know all about Emily, Moira, Serena, Janine, Alma... and June I suppose but we already have quite enough of her. I don’t care about Lawrence’s backstory or emotional turmoil. I don’t need his perspective cos I’ve seen it before, I know it already. It’s in so many movies, books, and TV. So, he may be a well-written character but he’s not a fascinating one. If we wanna dig around in the psyches of bad people, Serena and Lydia are far more fascinating cos bad women’s stories are so much rarer to explore in any depth.

So, June got her feet lashed to shit again. And then she’s just walking around like no biggie next scene? Did the writers forget the first season when June couldn’t walk at all? All I’m asking is a bit of a limp?

June going straight to the house that just housed the handmaid that ran away with June’s baby seems... well, like complete bullshit. Never.

SERENA ISN’T WEARING HER WEDDING BAND. She’s done. She hates that man and I hate the fact everyone is pushing her to just get over it. Fred... is horrible in literally every single way. Every. Single. Way. (And sure Serena is horrible in some ways, but not nearly the same ways as Fred.) I just want Serena to be free of him. I want her and June to murder his ass. Graphically. That is the only violence I want to see on this show in the future. OMG, I can’t actually explain how much I hate him and I vomit in my mouth thinking about Serena having to get back with him. Even if I know she has to in order to survive. Ugh.

UM. Okay, the “blood against the snow” bit was really interesting. I don’t recall Offred saying that in the book but Atwood brings it up often when talking about red. It was clever to include her own words, just like last season with the “men are afraid women will laugh at them...” bit.

But speaking of weird inclusions: Lawrence reciting book!Offred’s line about how easy is it to invent a humanity for anyone. It was curious they had Lawrence saying that to June, whereas it’s Offred in the book thinking that about the Commander. “He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, offkey, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for little pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all. What an available temptation.”

My wife, when Nick showed up in 303: “Oh, this prick again!” Just out of nowhere cos we don’t talk about fandom shit. She has no idea the extent of my sick obsession with this show. She doesn’t know how much I loathe Nick lol. She’s completely casual and even she can’t stand Nick. Which is so lovely. And then when he was yapping about going to the front, she just muttered, “Hopefully he’ll die there.”

OH MY GOD. I HATE MEN. That whole Commanders meeting scene made me want to throw up multiple times. It started with the words “shipment of females” and just got progressively worse with every passing second.

Except... LMAO. June: *sees Fred at a meeting* Fred: Hello. June: Hey you see Serena? How’s Serena? Is Serena okay? Serena’s tough. She’s great. She’ll be okay. I love her. *proceeds to do the world’s worst cringe-inducing seduction* I think on some level even Fred knows it’s bullshit.

I love comparing June’s seduction of Fred to her seduction of Serena. They’re very interesting contrasts. She’s so painfully fake with Fred. And only sort of insincere at times with Serena.

Man, Sylvia is a dick lol. LOOK RICHMOND IS HARD ENOUGH TO GET ACROSS WITHOUT YOUR LIME GREEN CAR BLOCKING THE ONE MOVING LANE OF TRAFFIC!!!!!! Jokes aside... I actually really liked that scene of Emily finally calling her. That was touching and the closest I came to actually getting sniffly. Actually no. Traffic on Richmond is no joke. I’m not kidding. That was a dick move, Sylvia. LOL.

June saying Nichole gets her politicianess thing from Serena absolutely fucking slayed me. I don’t even care if she was emotionally manipulating her af, it seemed genuine in parts of that convo. TWO MOMMIES. June used her flashback!June voice at one point. Honestly, these two actresses run this town. You can tell how broken Serena is tho cos she’s oblivious to how manipulative June is being. She’s been aware in the past as soon as June does her whole “Say nice thing, bond over babies, ask for something” method and called her on it. It’s June’s only trick. It’s transparent af. And Serena knows it. Yet, she seems completely wooed now and not at all suspicious. So, when she gets her wits together again, I suspect Serena won’t be so malleable.

I’ve said a bunch of stuff about June/Serena stuff in my tag rants so I won’t repeat it. I just fell in love with it all.

PRAISE BE!!! We didn’t actually have to see a Nick/June sex scene. Behold His miracle! I was so relieved. And then... curiously they continued that love-theme-y music all the way over into Serena’s scene with June and that was not a coincidence.

I know people really like that Boomtown Rats song being the music to the fire... And it’s a jam. But... it’s about a real school shooting and I feel like that’s just a little... off? (Not to mention Tori Amos’ version is better, imo.) I mean, okay, I did some drama courses in university and I did a thing about that song so I researched it all and it just to me doesn’t fit at all. A 16-year-old girl shot up an elementary school. And somehow, call me crazy, but that’s completely inappropriate to use in this scene. I get female rage, etc etc. I get they didn’t want to go super obvious and use a song about burning houses. But considering how EXCELLENT a song they chose for 3x03 with that Roy Harper track you’d think they’d find something better for the bed/house burning. Not only that but the motive for Spencer was ... literally nothing. She didn’t like Mondays and thought it would be fun to kill a bunch of kids--which is the complete opposite of Serena’s motivations. It just devalues it.

I want more of Emily’s journey. This is the first time I’ve actually been interested in Emily tbh. And Clea Duvall is a treasure.

I want a Moira/Emily BROTP. Honestly Moira just seems like the best friend anybody could have?

WHY IS NICK A COMMANDER?! WTF????? Was I just not listening carefully enough? Is he? Cos I don’t really pay attention when he’s onscreen tbh and the wifey was like “Why’s this guy a commander now?” And I was like, “What do you mean he’s a commander?” Honestly, Nick is just like a piece of furniture. I barely notice him onscreen lol. Okay, this has nothing to do with my dislike of him. It honestly does not make any sense. We saw that other Commander only got promoted because his wife got pregnant. WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY PROMOTE NICK? What on god’s green earth has he EVER fucking done well? Why the shitting hell would they promote a Guardian who, under his watch, has had one handmaid kill herself, another one escape/”get kidnapped”, wife cheat on him then get executed, allow a BABY to get kidnapped, the house get burned down????? All those things seem like Very Bad things and put all together seem like something that would put him on the Wall for being such a shitty employee rather than someone who deserves MORE responsibility. There’s literally no reason to make him a Commander. Just conscript him to the Chicago front. You don’t need a reason. He’s a grunt. Eye or not. I DO NOT GET IT. Fred gets demoted and Nick gets promoted? Nahhhhh mans. Not buying it.

So little Nick. I love it. I want zero Nick, but this’ll do. I’ll even put up with him being a Commander (LMAO) if it means he goes away for a while.

Lawrence calling out June’s terrible seduction technique (it is really bad), and calling Fred stupid = :}

OK BACK TO THE BURNING WATERFORD HOUSE... i cannot abide how SLOW June is ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME. Like, she shows up in Serena’s little pyromaniacal bedroom inferno and is like “COME ON!” and pulls her out of the room in what appears to be a hurry. Then as Serena and Rita are rushing out June just fucking stops and starts staring at all the smoke as if she’s on fucking shrooms. Then there she goes on her bullshit... Hey, bish, the house is literally burning down cos your crazy ass soulmate set fire to her own life and maybe you should leave. No? Not interested? Sure, stand there. Feel up the walls like I did once on MDMA. Makes total fucking sense. TAKE YOUR TIME WHY DON’T YOU? Why not? It just reminded me of 2x13 when Rita was saying “You gotta leave NOW!” and June just took it upon herself to carve a bunch of shit onto the wall for no goddamn reason.

OKAY. I WAS RIGHT. The other night when I was like, “I think I know that beach.” I do know that beach!!! My dog likes to take dumps right where Serena was. (I clean up after him, don’t worry.) I can point out that beach on a map if you want. There are also heroin needles and ticks in the bushes. There is literally a water treatment plant 200m away. I go swimming exactly where Serena was and once a dead fish floated by and I had to wrestle my dog away from it. I have been swimming there a lot. It’s nice in the summer. HOWEVER, poor Yvonne in her drysuit doing that in fucking November or whatever. This lake is fucking cold even in summer sometimes lmao. Like, I’ve spent so many hours right in that spot... cos well, I used to live right up the road so duh. Of course now that I don’t live there now and it was winter so why would I take my dog swimming, that they decide to film there. OF COURSE.

Speaking of filming, not that anyone cares, they were at the St Lawrence Market at one point. It was so obvious. Wasn’t really paying attention to any of the other locales tbh. If I watch again and pay attention I prolly could pick out a few more but honestly the only person that entertains is myself.

I still can’t believe Serena was being reborn on dogshit/dead fish beach.

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sinfulavenue · 6 years

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Episode 45, Outside the Walls of the Orvud District, Review

(Manga spoilers)

So before episode 46 airs later today, I thought I’d quickly review last week’s episode. When I first watched it I felt really quite bitter about the removal of one of my favourite moments and I was ready to write a really salty review. However after watching it a second time I realised there was so much I loved about the episode so I toned the saltiness down.

However there will still be a fair bit of ranting in the middle of this review so bear with me 😂 I’ve been very patient with this season, letting the story play out before jumping to any harsh conclusions but we’re getting near the end of the Uprising arc now so I think it’s fair to raise a few criticisms.

This review should be pretty simple to structure as I can easily split this episode into three sections.

1. The beginning part that was excellent!

2. The middle part that disappointed me.

3. And the ending which I have mixed feelings about.

So I guess I’ll do this in chronological order and start with the beginning part that was excellent.

Eren finally gets hard!

I refuse to apologise for that subtitle.😂

So this is the part of the episode that I did love. Like last week I was amazed by the superb animation and Yuki Kaji’s emotional performance as Eren. What also made me emotional is the joy of Historia’s growth. She has gone from being the ‘good girl’ who wished she’d never been born, to a girl who is in charge of her own destiny and stands up for others.

Also what a great moment it was when Mikasa swooped in and caught Historia before she got hurt and thank God she went straight for Historia and didnt run in yelling Erenereneren! (based on how Wit portrayed her at the end of the kidnap scene that really wouldn’t have been surprising!)

So yaay! Finally some God damn self control! Mikasa stayed with Historia, trusting that Levi, Jean and Connie would get Eren out and they did. Oh my God I laughed hard at Jean calling Eren a ‘topless wimp.’ 🤣 Although I still think I prefer the manga’s version ‘shirtless wonder.’

What followed was very powerful. The cave is crumbling and death looks certain unless Eren does something but he and breaks down again under the pressure, believing himself worthless.

I think my favourite part of this whole episode was the throwback to another difficult decision he had to make.

Back in season 1 I remember what a crucial moment this was when Eren learned to trust. Even Levi looked shocked by his decision not to transform, showing how much of a turning point this was for Eren’s character.

Back then, Levi was the only one who empathised with Eren’s moral dilemma and this time around it was no different. While the others were getting a impatient with his hysterics in the cave, Levi acknowledged the impossible situation he was faced with and urged him to make a choice.

And he made the right one! I loved the animation of Eren crystalising. What a mesmerising scene, I’m glad they animated the full process.

I also thought this part looked cool.

After Eren’s friends broke him free I’m sure the praise from Levi, someone he looks up to, meant a lot to him.

Hmm but what exactly does Levi find ‘pretty impressive’ here? 😏the crystalised titan or Eren’s abs?

Also Sasha laying on the ground and thanking Eren was hilarious and this little Eremin moment was beyond adorable! ❤️

All in all the first half of the episode was excellent, definitely of the same high quality of last week’s episode.

The rest of the episode however I have a few small issues with ...

The Journey to the Orvud District

Brace yourselves! This is the salty part! For weeks I’ve been balanced and fair in my reviews so I think I’m entitled to a bit of a rant!

So in case you hadn’t noticed this season (haha) a lot of the manga material has been cut. Many times I have been disappointed when I realised a certain scene hadn’t made it into the anime but I tried not to dwell on it and let it spoil my enjoyment of this season. However (and maybe I’m being biased because this was a personal favourite moment of mine) this time there was just one deleted scene too many and I need to vent!

If you haven’t figured out by now which scene I’m talking about it’s this one.

Yes it’s the part where Eren yells at Rod Reiss, calling him a midget only to remember that Levi, (a man who stands at just five foot three) is right behind him and damn you can feel the burn from that side eye! 😂

Now I know what some of you might be thinking. Oh my God, get over it, who cares? It’s not like it’s important to the plot or anything!

And ok, yes you are right. No, it is not essential to the plot but you know something it was funny, it was cute and it humanises the characters i.e. Eren doesn’t always think before he opens his big mouth and Levi, while he’s never said anything about it, might actually be self conscious about his height.

What made the loss of this moment even sorer was the fact that another cute moment was cut immediately after. I’m talking about the moment where Hanji, despite being injured, leaps up like a complete goof and yells “Heya Erwin.”

Once again, not essential to the plot but it showed us how well the veterans know one another. Erwin immediately recognised that Hanji wasn’t badly hurt as she was acting like her usual crazy self! So many subtle character details can be picked up from such fleeting interactions ... but I guess Wit just don’t care. All they care about is concluding the Uprising arc in as few episodes as possible!!! 😤😤😤

Honestly it feels like all the heart and soul was sucked out of this scene. I have to ask, was this one of the changes Isayma insisted on? Did he want this scene to be so dry and devoid of character? I get that Snk is not a comedy but it doesn’t always have to be doom and gloom. Sometimes I like to see the characters slip up and do stupid idiotic things that make me laugh. It makes them more human and relatable.

This made me realise something about season 3 as a whole. Sometimes I feel like this season is doing the bare minimum. All boxes are being ticked, all the essential plot points are being covered ... but nothing more. The result = emotional detachment!

So I’m sorry Wit but I’m very disappointed in you for taking these small but meaningful moments away from us.

Rant over!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk!

As for the Rod Reiss CGI chicken/worm titan, I personally don’t see anything wrong with it. It looked weird and gross in the manga and it also looks weird and gross in the anime 😂.

“Become the Queen”

Now here is the part I have mixed feelings about.

On one hand I am glad we got this scene at last because at least now we know we’ll get to see Historia punch Levi at the end.

But on the other hand the scene was quite awkwardly shoehorned back into the plot with half the impact it originally had.

Now see here’s the thing. I’m glad that in this version they didn’t have Levi attack Historia as it wouldn’t make sense this late in the plot and it would just undo all the character development she’s just had, but on the other hand the ending of the Uprising arc won’t be half as satisfying because Levi hasn’t done anything to deserve a punch.

In this version it feels like just a childish dare played on for laughs, without the enjoyment of seeing Levi getting a taste of his own medicine.

Although I have to say (other people might disagree) but I actually like that it was Mikasa who suggested the idea. It never ever crossed my mind that it would be her yet somehow it makes perfect sense! Payback for kicking the shit out of Eren in court maybe? 😏 Nah, I’m joking, I know Mikasa has moved on from that and she just suggested punching him to relieve the tension. Since joining his squad it’s clear Mikasa has come to respect Levi but at the same time she knows he’s far from perfect so I reckon she’d secretly quite like to see him on the receiving end of a punch. That’s just my take on it. I’m perfectly happy with the punch being Mikasa’s idea.

Despite the “become the queen” scene being pretty underwhelming compared to the manga, hopefully we’ll still get to see Levi’s beautiful smile.

Additional Thoughts

So I was wrong about potential flashbacks to the rest of Eren’s titan experiments at the cabin. I guess they are well and truly gone and I will say that without them, Eren finally gaining the hardening ability wasn’t as satisfying.

I realise that every week my opinion of the season seems to change. I’ve gone from praising it last week to complaining about it this week but I’m just being honest about how I feel in the moment. I just judge each episode as it airs and sometimes all it takes is one episode to make me completely revaluate my opinion of the whole season. It really is that unpredictable.

Ok so I was a little salty this week but hopefully today’s episode is one of those episodes that is so amazing that I forget how bitter I was feeling the previous week 🙂.

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thcmpscn · 5 years

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‘’NIGHT CONVO’’ – Meston.

LOC: preston’s apartment. @fckmonax

MONA

knocks on the door, super nervous but also excited

PRESTON

takes a deep breath before opening the door “You made it in time, dinners almost ready. Come in”

MONA

grins “Yeah, of course. This has been all I could think about literally since we planned it.” steps inside and kisses his cheek

PRESTON

pulls her in for a quick hug after she kisses him “You’re hype for a chicken salad?”

MONA

“I’m so hype for chicken salad.” lingers in the hug for a bit before heading towards the kitchen “It’s kinda weird but I always wonder how the flavor of food transitions into breast milk. Like what will Venecia taste when I get back home? So many questions.”

PRESTON

“I read somewhere that food makes your milk taste saltier or sweeter, depending on what you eat.” says as they both walk into the kitchen “you’re the only person I know that would get hype for a chicken salad” laughs

MONA

“Huh. Honestly, poor kid. Unable to enjoy actual good food. Has to settle for breastmilk.” leans back against the counter, arms crossed over her chest “What can I say? I find pleasure in the little things.”

PRESTON

''I'm pretty sure milk is her favorite thing in the whole wide world right now.'' chuckles before looking at her for a sec. ''You look nice tonight.''

MONA

“Wow, she’s not nearly as complex as I thought she was.” chuckles, glances down at her outfit despite knowing exactly what she chose “Oh this? I just kinda threw something on. My only qualification was that it didn’t have spit up on it. Thanks though.”

PRESTON

''She really isn't. It'll be a minute before she's just as complex as her mama, though.'' chuckles ''You're welcome. Next time we're having burgers, no salad.''

MONA

“I’m both excited and terrified for that when that day comes.” rolls eyes “It’s gotta be a really, really special occasion. But sure, we’ll have burgers at some point.”

PRESTON

''You'll experience what its like to handle Ramona Mason. It's a lot, I'll tell you that.'' smirks and squints his eyes ''Every single time you see me is a special occasion, keep that in mind.''

MONA

“Yikes, it’ll be like karma coming for me.” grins and shakes her head “So. When are we eating? Not gonna lie, I definitely came over here primarily for the food.”

PRESTON

''It really will be like that.'' shakes head and sighs before letting out another chuckle in serving her plate. ''There you go, hopefully you enjoy the only reason you came here for''

MONA

“I really wanted to bring her her tonight by the way. Like why not? She’s a baby, it’s not like she’s distracting or anything. Fabian literally made me pump and leave her though.” smiles widely as he fixes her plate, takes a seat at the table “Fix yours too. It’d be rude of me to eat alone in someone else’s home.”

PRESTON

''It's alright, makes sense he wouldn't want her here. We'll take it slow, I guess.'' reassures her before shaking his head. ''No, it's alright. I already ate two burgers on my way here, I'm good. – and, someone else's home? really?''

MONA

“Still, it’s annoying. He’s annoying. nods and proceeds to take a bite of her chicken salad “P, stop. You know what I mean. Not that I don’t feel at home here, but you literally cooked for me and it’d be super rude of me to proceed to eat without checking if you were as well. That’s all I meant.”

PRESTON

''He's being a dad and an ex, It can't be easy.'' sighs before nodding ''I get that but you'll have to get used to me cooking for you without worrying if I ate or not''

MONA

rolls her eyes “I guess.” continues eating “Ooor you could just wait to eat until you’re with me next time. Could be like a lil family dinner.”

PRESTON

“Good idea, I’ll wait for you next time if I manage to not go crazy with hunger. - is your food good?”

MONA

“The food’s amazing.” makes a show of taking another bite and moaning “Love having my own personal chef.”

PRESTON

laughs and shakes head “Yeah, nothing’s free in life, you’re gonna have to pay for that food.”

MONA

raises brows “Is paying you with my presence not enough?”

PRESTON

“Give me a kiss and we’re good” smirks

MONA

is taken aback for a sec, chuckles before shaking her head “Nah, my breath smells like chicken salad.”

PRESTON

hums “I guess this boutta be the last time I cook for you, then.”

MONA

groans and stands “Fine. It’s just a little weird that chicken salad breath is what you’re into.” leans in and firmly kisses his lips

PRESTON

cups her face and kisses her harder, lingering for a sec

MONA

smiles contentedly as he moves away “This is really fun, but I think we’re supposed to be talking, right?” lightly strokes his cheek “We should talk before anything else.”

PRESTON

“You’re right” nods, taking a deep breath “Finish your food and we’ll talk”

MONA

sighs, is kinda nervous “Ok. But in the meantime, tell me how your day was?” slips back into her seat, eats

PRESTON

“It was good. There was a big group of people ordering a lot of food and they kept me on my toes for the entirety of my shift but it was alright, I enjoyed it. - My neck is killing me, though.” runs a hand through his neck. “How was yours?”

MONA

pouts as she listens to his story, finishes up the last of her food “And then you really came home and cooked again? It’s almost as if you love overworking yourself.” stands to put her plate in the sink, takes his hand and leads him over to the couch “My day was good. Pretty much the exact same as all of my days lately. Ven woke up at around 6 and I fed her. We went back to sleep until like 8 and repeated the process. Then I chatted a bit over text with an old family friend of mine who is apparently seeing Kayla. Watched some tv. Did mom shit. Not a very exciting day.” positions herself behind him in the couch and begins firmly massaging his neck

PRESTON

“I don’t mind cooking for you. I enjoy it, actually. - I’ll watch it later, leave it there.” takes her hand and follows. Moaning softly when he felt her hands on his neck. “Is Ven doing alright? Like, in general? Does she have doctors appointments and such?” moans quietly again. “How did I not know you were so good at this?”

MONA

“Yeah, she’s doing amazing. Hitting all her milestones. She actually had an appointment Thursday of last week and didn’t even cry when she got her shots. I found that both admirable and terrifying.” continues massaging him, overall feeling really calm and comfortable in the situation

PRESTON

“She’s already a champ, I love that.” pauses “So, let’s just talk about what happened and all that. — Are you ready to star a new relationship?”

MONA

“Ugh. I love her.” freezes for a second before continuing the massage “I’ve honestly kinda learned my lesson with answering that question. Truth is, I don’t know. But I think so.”

PRESTON

“I’m not tryna’ make you go from a relationship to another. We can be together, take things slowly.” shrugs “Like, we don’t gotta move in together right away or do anything too drastic. Just enjoy ourselves, be there for each other and the rest will happen organically.”

MONA

manages to be caught off guard by the conversation despite knowing it was planned “I think I would really appreciate that. That’s what I was mostly scared of, I think. The whole jumping into things. I have a tendency to do that and I feel like it always ends poorly.” hesitates “I guess I’m also kind of afraid of the judgment.”

PRESTON

“It would be best if we just took it like a couple of kids, just enjoying ourselves until we both feel we’re ready to aim higher.” sighs “People won’t judge what they don’t know and they don’t gotta know about us until you want to.”

MONA

“I think I’d like that. Just opening ourselves up to something happening, but also not forcing anything.” smiles “I don’t want you to be a secret though.” sighs “As much as I hate the idea of us being judged, I hate the idea of us only being behind closed doors even more.”

PRESTON

“It’s up to you, bbygirl.” shrugs “I’m fine with whatever you decide”

MONA

“P, I am not keeping you a secret.”

PRESTON

“Alright, that’s good.” nods “How do we go about this?”

MONA

“Uh, I don’t actually. know. I literally always just dive right into the deep end of these things.” chuckles “Let’s just maybe start by making every night like tonight? Maybe some days? Like when’s the next time you’re off?”

PRESTON

shakes head and turns to face her. “First thing first.” pauses “Do you wanna be my girl? Like, officially. No messin’ around with other people, no nothing. Just the two of us.”

MONA

“Wait... so an open relationship isn’t an option?” laughs

PRESTON

“An open relationship between you, me, myself, yourself, all of us.” smirks

MONA

“Ohh, ok. Well in that case, I’m totally on board.” smirks before leaning in to kiss him

PRESTON

kisses her back, breaking the kiss to pull her into a hug “I never thought I’d see the day” chuckles, pulling away

MONA

“I never thought I’d see the day.” laughs “Seriously, I remember the day we first met and you seemed so unimpressed.”

PRESTON

“I was unimpressed, believe me.” chuckles “I was like, another rich, entitled, white girl. Groundbreaking.”

MONA

rolls eyes “Well I’m glad you gave me the opportunity to prove you wrong.”

PRESTON

“The minute you started talking about weird shit, I knew you were different.” laughs

MONA

laughs, checks phone for any updates on ven, sighs “So now what?”

PRESTON

“Now we say goodbye and you go home to that cute little baby of yours and we see each other tomorrow.” smiles

MONA

pouts “But I don’t want to say goodbye.” frowns “But I also want to know what Ven’s up to.”

PRESTON

“She’s probably missing her mama.” pulls her in for another kiss “It’ll ve tomorrow before you know it.” kisses her again

MONA

“Probably. Imagine having me smothering you every second of every day and suddenly I’m just not there?” frowns “She’s probably freaking out right now and Fabian just doesn’t want to say anything and make it seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.” sighs and stands

PRESTON

“it’s okay, you said she was always calm and collected, Im sure she’s not freaking out. Just missing you.” walks her to the door. “Text me, alright?”

MONA

“Yeah, but maybe that’s because I’m always around?” stops once she gets to the door, turns to face him “Yeah, of course. I’ll text you once I’m there and settled.”

PRESTON

“Please do, let me know how she’s been in your absence.” leans forward and presses his lips against hers. “Go, we’ll talk in a minute.”

MONA

kisses him back, smiles and waves before walking out of the door

[THE END]

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werezmastarbucks · 6 years

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Soothsayer [1]

Look, the Infinity War has struck us all hard, and the best thing we can do now is analyze and hope. So I sublimated the hell out of it, and there we go.

One song was a huge inspiration to me; it’s Soothsayer by Zack Hemsey aka Ronin. Check out his other songs eg Waiting Between Worlds, Revelations, Runner, So Silent, and the Way. They will be perfect for this work.

This will be a short work of 4-5 chapters.

Pairing / Genre: Avengers x Reader (Parent Figure!Tony Stark), focus on Bucky Barnes x Reader; drama, tears, grief, but it all gets better by the end. I promise.

Warnings: IT’S INFINITY WAR SETTING. PLEASE BEWARE. YOU WILL GET FULL PACKS OF SPOILERS.

Word count: 1853

The world was so quiet. You raised your head to the sky, looking into the pale white. The air was dense but sweet, warm; you felt hot in your hoodie. You felt for the zipper and pulled it.

“You go first”, T’Challa suggested. You were now looking at your feet, counting your steps. The beauty of mountains around you was making your head spin.

“Why, he’s dangerous?” you asked in disbelief.

“Nah. But I don’t wanna upset him. You do it”.

You glared at the King. He smirked, but there was no smile in his eyes. You were punishing yourself internally for not checking on Bucky, but then again, Steve did it; plus, he wasn’t necessarily your man to check on.

“He knows you better”.

“Debatable”.

You spent a year in and out with Bucky, whereas T’Challa knew him for two and a half years now. How much of that time they spent together bonding, was another matter.

You were approaching a nice-looking short hill, more like a bump, that lay like a small bug under the satin sky. A tiny man, surrounded by even tinier creatures, was slowly moving, gleaming white on a great green.

“No way”.

“He finds closure in connecting with animals”, T’Challa explained, “he prefers their company to that of human. We just leave him be, and ask nothing of him. For now”.

You gave T’Challa a look, trying to see what he means. The man appeared concerned.

“He’s very tired, Y/N”.

“Then we shouldn’t be here”.

“I don’t think he’ll want to stay away once he learns what’s happening”.

You sighed silently, deciding not to share your thoughts on how you’d keep Bucky Barnes away from the fuss even if the Earth itself collapsed in two. They should’ve left him where he was. Forever. He deserved it.

Bucky has seen you from far away. Your hair and your posture were unmistakable. And other things, too. He could never tell why your hair had got stuck in his mind, returning a light veil of dark shadows in his dreams. Lingering like mild migraine. He could never tell why he kept having dreams about a girl he’s seen couple of times in his life, nearly crushing her dead while falling over on her once. You looked way younger than you really were, the mutant genes to thank, or to curse. A young lady in her twenties deceiving everyone, looking like a teen, making him feel very old.

He stopped, looking in the distance, figuring out your silhouette, feeling that something is rolling down in his throat. The pieces of his life that didn’t belong here looked like a knife tearing through a perfect, opaque curtain. Steve didn’t count: he came to visit several times, and after that first time he showed up in the middle of the night, startling Barnes to the state of cold anger, the latter realized that not all New Yorkers meant fight. Not necessarily. Now, it was quite obvious that you weren’t here to visit: T’Challa, with the guards at his shoulders, was the proof of his guess. You looked collected – and as cool as you could possibly be, trying to cope with the high grass that pulled on your hard boots. Bucky wasn’t wearing any shoes. Your face looked just the way he remembered it: frowning, displeased, preoccupied, pretty and grumpy. The little lady was always frowning at somebody, or something. You were swaying in the hot air.

He suddenly realized he himself looked like an animal, and he shrugged with his left shoulder as if to lift his hand to his face. He realized he was standing in a perfectly shaped valley, surrounded by peacefully moaning goats. His face was covered with the beard. He sighed.

T’Challa stopped about fifty steps away, and you went on, looking at Bucky. The air was so still as if the wind held its breath. You haven’t seen him in two years, and all that time you thought you were over him, and didn’t really need to push on that chapter in your life. However, as it always happens, once you see their face again, it comes back rushing, brutally raping your brain with realization. And it gets even worse. You suddenly forgot what stopped you from even calling to ask for him and say hi. You didn’t think you were entitled. You weren’t a part of it. Steve was.

You stood before him now, his face so worn out, like he’s been personally raising each of these goats.

He was wearing something like a grey toga, and let his hair grow – or, rather, didn’t care to cut it, - which looked eerily good on him.

“Buck”.

“Hey”.

He nodded kindly, like he usually did, even two years ago. He didn’t look at T’Challa, inspecting you quietly, and it didn’t feel invasive. Never did. He had this very shy stare about him.

Suddenly he frowned.

“Something happened?”

You sighed,

“Yeah, and it’s pretty fucked up. As you can imagine. Otherwise I wouldn’t bother bothering you”.

His face went slightly brighter.

“Still good seeing you”.

“How you getting by without an arm? Was it your choice?”

Bucky was towering above you three steps away, like a strange dweller from the mountains, his muscles greasy and tense; he was a human trap. You could think he was a homeless guy with craziness in his eyes, but he’d tear away that dirty toga, and turned out to be an ex-military. That kind of type of guy.

“Yes. The arm was for…” he motioned towards T’Challa for some reason, but you got the idea.

“It’s purely your choice, I think”, you said softly. He nodded, just to cut this topic.

“Anyway, they got a new one for you”.

“I reckon”.

“You ready to do it?”

“Exactly what is the problem?” Bucky seemed to have come back to life, bowing and grabbing a huge bag from the ground. The bulge on his right bicep shifted. He threw the bag aside, and it flew three meters before landing under a thick tree. You reached for a gum that was hidden behind your tooth with the tip of your tongue, like a spectator at the sea park.

“End of the world, actually. You remember the Thanos guy I told you about? Long time ago”.

“Yup”.

If he was struck, he didn’t let it out. Barnes reached for a long stick, apparently for the goats, and swerved it, then turned abruptly, and charged the thing away. The stick joined the bag under the tree. You raised your eyebrows.

“He’s here. He’s about to kill everyone. A summary”.

“That’s really bad, I’m sorry”.

You smiled and sniffed. Bucky turned back to you, bending slightly, to see your face. That’s how you remembered him: something in between Stark and Steve. Can’t really cope with everything that’s going on, but can’t miss an opportunity to be acid about it either.

“How’s everyone?”

“Freaked out”.

Barnes’ bright grey eyes shifted above your head, and then you could hear the steps. T’Challa was coming with the arm.

His hut reminded you of any of Tom Hanks’ movies. God knows why, when you thought of a rain man stranded on an island, it gave you a picture of Tom Hanks. It was a small dwelling, and neat, very warm, but the things were laying around like they didn’t belong. Like somebody went inside for a couple of minutes and put them there, and then forgot to get them when leaving. It was a petite house right on the brink of the forest. It smelt like goats and wind, grass, and nothing else.

You sat on a wicker box, and the entrances on both sides were open, so the air was circulating inside. You wondered if it ever gets cold in Wakanda. This was actually your first time on the continent of Africa, and you wished to god that wasn’t the reason you came. You wished it were a holiday, two months long, full of famous African sunsets, and tigers, and food, and the wind. You were trying not to think about what Tony said to you last before flying chasing after the alien ship. ‘Be very careful’, you urged him. You couldn’t stop him anyway. Parker was already there. He said, ‘No, you’. Despicable man. You were trying not to think about where they might be now, and that last time Tony was in space he nearly died, and had nightmares next three years.

You were trying not to think about a lot of things, but when you sit on a wicker box in an African hut, looking out on a rainforest, and there’s plenty of time you don’t know what to do with, it’s very hard to abstain from contemplating. Bucky couldn’t possibly wash any faster, that’s for sure. He fully realized the volumes of situation you’re all in, and definitely had no intention to waste any time. If he needs forty minutes to take a shower, then he needs it.

It was miraculous how tech was intervened with naked nature here, in Wakanda. You could be an anti-social shepherd and live alone with goats in a valley, and still have a functional shower and the radio panel to contact anyone in the city. A stinging thought, that Bucky still wasn’t completely free, crept inside your mind, and suddenly the water in the shower stopped.

He got dressed and came out.

“You look symmetrical, Bucky”.

“Yeah? Pretty good, huh?” he lifted his left arm and made a fist. His wet hair was put away behind his ears. He cut his beard a little. His new arm was impressive and sleek, so much more looking like a real arm, except it was obsidian black, and the veins, gold. For a mere second you two seemed to have got mesmerized by the natural, easy movement.

“What can it do?”

“I don’t know yet”.

“Hasn’t Shuri told you?”

“I haven’t spoke to her about it”.

You got up, creeping up to him like a robber.

“Look, the gold stuff? Isn’t it like that cool purple stuff on T’Challa’s suit?” you asked yourself.

Bucky was looking at you curiously.

“Punch me”, you put out your palm that looked pathetically and adorably small compared with his hands.

“I won’t punch you”, he replied calmly.

“No, punch me. Something must happen”.

“You’ll get punched”.

He started spinning around himself awkwardly like he was looking for something. In his battle suit, dark blue vest and dark pants, he looked alien in his own house. Cold shivers danced down your shoulders. It felt so so wrong.

You stepped to him, trying his left shoulder. Bucky didn’t seem to notice. That’s exactly how most accidents happened to you: people simply didn’t notice you, a small human, at their shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

Before he could catch your hand, you hit him on the shoulder lightly, sending a heatwave. Bucky swayed a little. You examined him, puzzled.

“Nothing happened”.

“What are you talking about?” You could feel his right hand on your back. He led you out of the hut.

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scriptureofashes · 6 years

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marvel for the fandom ask?

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU:

Character I first fell in love with:

Tony Stark. The one that got me into Superhero fandoms was Peter Parker, but the one to make me fall in love with them was this traumatized, perfectly flawed, human character trying to do good. An actual person with realistic severe PTSD and realistic responses to dealing with the shit that hits the fan.

Yeah. Tony Stark.

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Bucky Barnes. Never really caught my eye in CA:FA for being the type of ladies man I usually steer clear of, but TWS and CA:CW shifted my whole perspective, and I realized there’s always more to what meets the eye.

Don’t get me wrong, don’t think I just started to like him for turning so broken. I did because I saw the guy beneath the soldier with a toothpick for a best friend. Another regular Joe (in this case James) looking for a purpose in the world.

Character everyone loves but I don’t:

Loki. I just can’t sympathize with him. He’s fun to have around sometimes in fics, but what he did was terrifyingly wrong. So because he’s adopted, he’s entitled to taking over a planet? Or two?

Maybe I’m missing something here that Loki fans can explain, but I just don’t get the hype. Tom Hiddleston? Yeah. Loki? Nah.

Character I love but everyone else hates:

Again, Tony Stark. People don’t seem to know how to properly read in between the lines. So, they hate on what they think they see: an arrogant, self-centered, sarcastic asshole.

What I see is an insecure, PTSD and childhood-trauma riddled man who was taught to hide it all this way (‘I think I’m the worst, so I’ll act like I’m the best’).

He is a sarcastic asshole, I’ll give the haters that, but then again so is Spider-Man and basically everyone loves him.

Character I used to love but don’t any longer:

I’ll say Steve Rogers. I used to like the flung-out-of-time old granpa, stuck in a super-soldier body in the 21st century. The guy who just wanted to save the world and didn’t hesitate in doing so simply because of his size.

But Civil War has painted him as a hypocritical douche who judges others for something he’s done himself. Fury didn’t tell Steve about Bucky, Steve righteously chastised him for so. He was his best friend, he deserved to know, even with Bucky’s predicament.

Steve didn’t tell Tony about Bucky, and suddenly Tony’s in the wrong? Tony didn’t deserve to know because it was a long time ago? Because it wasn’t really Bucky? So I’ll say it again, with a reversed meaning:

He was his best friend, he deserved to know, even with Bucky’s predicament.

Character I would kiss:

Lmao either Bucky or Peter. Bucky because he’s a fine motherf*cker, Peter because he’s a sweet cinnamon roll and deserves kisses.

… Then again, the last one applies to both.

Character I want to slap:

Natasha. Or better yet, Wanda. Not sure it would be wise to slap the Black Widow or the Scarlet Witch, but it’s what I want. One is a shallow, constant backstabber and the other is a petulant child. But because they’re ‘female superheros’ I’m expected to like them, which is bullshit.

Comic Wanda seems to be better according to some people, but movie Wanda gets on my nerves.

A pairing I love:

Currently it’s Spideypool, and with the current actors, but I only like it if Peter is either aged up or Wade is aged down. Both is best. You can simply picture Peter with Tom’s age or look into how Ryan Reynolds looked when he was younger and imagine him blond. Not that hard. (Btw there’s a sad lack of fics like this, please take note spideypoolers)

I also like Winteriron, because hello, metal arm plus crazy engineer equals entertainment.

A pairing I hate:

I’m… not actually sure? I dislike Pepperony for some reason I can’t place and I can’t find it in me to like Stucky, but I don’t outright hate the pairings. There’s no honor in shaming or need to shame ships, so I don’t.

People like what they like and that’s that. Why should I bash them for it?

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0writerchick0 · 6 years

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Questions I can’t always answer about GoT

I got tagged by the @greedisgreen. Sorry it’s taken me so long to respond!

Do you watch the episodes when they air? Yes, though after this latest season that will probably change.

How often do you rewatch it? That depends. If it’s seasons 1-4, at least monthly. Anything past that, I only rewatch when I’m about to make a point...

Do you rewatch the previous episode before the next one airs? Nope

Do you eat anything while watching? I love food so probably. It all depends on my mood at the time. It’s almost a given that I’ll be having a drink though.

Favourite scene:Oh Greed, I agree with the sexposition scene. That’s a fav I revisit too much. BUT! I’d have to say that my favorite so far is when Sansa and Petyr are talking and looking out at one of his ships. He looks so goddamned genuine AND shifty in the same damn scene. It’s how I love him. His smile at just being with her. The disappointment when she says “it might be better to wait,” the conviction when he says “I hope you know that I’m your friend, Sansa.” The fucking head-tilt before he kisses the back of her hand and the hopeful grin when he says, “We’ll speak again when I return.” The deep breath she takes when he walks away. OH MA GAW! That particular season 3 scene does me in every damn time and whenever I’m in the mood to fantasize about a man with depth I watch that one.

One character that everyone seems to like that you don’t care much for: Arya.... Like don’t get me wrong, I respect her for who she is and what she brings to the table...but she’s a stone cold murderer and it annoys the fuck out of me when people are all like “aww yeah baby! her and sansa are tight! Stark Siblings Unite!” I wretch a little and shake my head. Girl’s broken (aren’t they all) and if people just respected and loved her for being the level of crazy she is, I’d be fine. But they keep trying to shoe-horn her into being the perfect sis and I think that works in fun fanfic (like mine LOL) but in canon where they can’t stand each other and Arya lacks the ability to connect to others (as evidenced by her interaction with Hot Pie upon her return to Westeros) it doesn’t fit to me and I find myself liking her less the more she’s pushed on me LOL.

Your favourite 3 pairings: Petyr/Sansa, Cersei/Jamie, Oberyn/Ellaria

One character you wish got more appreciation: obviously Petyr Baelish but if I can’t pick him then I would go with Stannis Baratheon -- not that he’s my fav from the show, but there’s a whole backstory to him that the books conveyed that the show did not.

Fanfic or nah? Um...ALL THE FANFIC

Favourite quote: You could turn King's Landing upside down and not find a single man with a mockingbird sewn over his heart but that does not mean I am friendless.

Do you avoid spoilers? Nope -- anyone who reads my fanfic know’s I’m not about outcome, but instead the journey

Favourite house words: I’m actually all for Martell for this one: Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

One character you’d bring back from the dead: Petyr Baelish, obvs....

One character you’d kill, or kill sooner that they were killed: Ramsay. Ramsay. Ramsay. Ramsay. This fucker should have died before Roose in S4. So much plot armor I wanted to scream.

Direwolves or dragons? Direwolves -- easier to cuddle with and they can warm your bed.

Which was more satisfying: Ramsay dying or Joffrey dying? Ramsay. Hands down. Not only because I felt he was sicker what with being a rapist and all...but also because Sansa got to kill him directly. It was way more satisfying to me as a viewer.

Wildlings or the Dothraki? Dothraki.

Favourite Lannister?Tywin. I know that the popular answer is Tyrion and he’s great, but Tywin’s mind was unparalleled.

Favourite Stark? Lyanna -- a tomboy knew Robert was bad juju and caught the eye of someone who garnered the respect of Barriston Selmy.

Would you rather be able to be resurrected anytime, but gain scars and all like Beric, or become a faceless man? Faceless man -- fuck family ;-) lolol.

Would you rather have the rebellion tv show or the conquest tv show? I prefer a rebellion tv show -- conquest is boring to me. It’s like “oo yay we just took over this land, but rather than actually staying put and running this land, lets run off to another land and take that over too because we think we’re such good rulers as evidenced by the land we took before that is now crumbling over a lack of rule....” Conquest feels like entitlement to me. Rebellion feels righteous. That’s just my feeling, I recognize that not everyone agrees with me and I’m not trying to make internet waves, just answer the question.

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spideyxchelle · 7 years

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ok idk if its a little too early for a Halloween themed headcanon but maybe,,,,? MJ dresses up as Spiderman for Halloween (to mock him) Peter not ok™

HALLOWEEN SPIDEYCHELLE. high school group costumes are fun, right?? cool. that’s what we get here.

peter isn’t sure how he’s suddenly a senior. like, it seems like yesterday he was a gangly freshman getting pushed and pulled through the halls like a ragdoll to his next class.

but its official. he’s finishing high school. and senior year peter is way different than freshman year peter.

for starters, he has friends that are more than Ned. he’s got Abe and Cindy and Sally and, sometimes, even Flash. and his best friend circle has expanded, too. instead of Peter and Ned its now Peter, Ned AND MJ.

plus he’s a superhero. which, like, as a freshman wasn’t even conceivable. but he is. he’s THE spider-man. no matter what Falcon and Bucky say. spider-MAN. not spider-BOY. man.

and life is good.

so good that he knows he’s got that entitled, cool senior air about him. and cool seniors do halloween hard. meaning group themes.

they all put it to a vote and Ned is in for Star Wars. MJ vetoes it when Flash leers at her and suggests she be the slave Leia of the group. which peter feels REALLY ashamed of himself for being disappointed about. because, well, just the THOUGHT of MJ in that costume is doing something to his teen boy brain.

Sally wants to do Harry Potter. its generic. they could just be their houses. and its still a theme. but Cindy doesn’t want to be mistaken as Cho Chang because she’s asian. and Ned is having an existential crisis about his house and so he can’t commit to Potter.

then, MJ smirks at Peter across the lunch table and says, “how about the Avengers?” Peter’s face pales and Ned, beside him, chokes on his lunch. no one notices their reactions but he KNOWS MJ doesn’t care. that reaction was all for her. and peter wants to veto it. but the whole group seems hella excited.

Cindy is dying to be Black Widow, Sally wants to be Scarlet Witch, Abe is all for Black Panther, Flash wants to be Thor. even Ned is about this group costume. he shyly admits he wants to be the Hulk. and peter knows its because Doctor Banner is the only guy upstate that ever takes the time to talk to Ned. there is a bit of hero worship there.

but Peter is so anti-Avengers for Halloween he can’t stand it. because if anyone upstate gets a hold of these pictures that’s instant humiliation for the next seven years. literally. which is why he assumes MJ suggests it. because only Ned and MJ know about Spider-man things.

everyone turns to Peter and he shrugs lamely, “I could be Iron-Man?” and MJ snorts, “no way, boy scout. you’re all Cap.” and PETER IS OFFENDED BECAUSE EXCUSE YOU MISS JONES, “I-I am not.” Abe laughs into his hand, “yea, you are, Peter.” Peter blushes, “fine. what are YOU gonna be MJ?” she shrugs, “I dunno..probably Iron-Man.”

and god damn it, he hates her sometimes.

only sometimes. most days her smile gets his insides all fucked up. which should probably be evaluated at some point. but he’s knee deep in denial about his feelings for her. so he’s gonna NOT look too closely at that.

and just before the end of the lunch he remembers, “HEY. why didn’t anyone pick spider-man??” Sally tosses her trash, “because he’s not a real Avenger.”

and y i k e s, that stings. because he is a real Avenger. he fought in the Infinity Stone Wars. HE IS. hmph.

after lunch, MJ seems to sense how upset he is, because she kisses his cheek and tells him to, “get over it grump gus.” and wow that kiss works. which is something he doesn’t wanna deal with atm. MJ. and feelings. nuh uh.

the homecoming game comes and goes and peter and his friends decide to go as a group and senior year feels like its in full swing. so he basically forgets about halloween. because he’s got a shit ton of avenging to do (because he’s a real avengrer. hmph.) and homework is also a thing. so is applying to college. why are college apps, so long?

tony likes to hype peter up, tell him that he’s gonna get in MIT, he’s a straight up genius. but prototype dads are supposed to say nice stuff like that.

and then, somehow, its october 29th and peter is SHOOK. because how the hell did it become halloween so fast? he doesn’t have a costume, he doesn’t have anything together. and halloween is on friday and all of his friends are going dressed up to school and he’s gonna be the one guy that lets them all down.

so, he knows its cheating, but he makes a phone call. Steve answers after three rings. his voice is bright, “Peter, hey kid, how can I help ya?” peter swallows, “hey, uh, steve…..i’m gonna…..look, this is….embarrassing….but can I, uh, borrow one of your uniforms?” he tosses all pride out of the window at that question. steve chuckles, “sure. can I ask why?” peter mumbles, “Halloween.” there is a beat of silence before Steve says, “you’re being me?” Peter nods before he realizes Steve can’t see him, “yea…is that…is that okay?” Steve’s voice is raked with emotion, “yep. i’ll have Sam drop it off. he’s gonna be in Manhattan tomorrow.” “NO!” Peter yelps. the LAST thing he needs is the Falcon reading him to filth over whatever he’s gonna make fun of peter about this time. Sam loves to just give it to peter whenever he can. and its embarrassing. he’s easily embarrassed. he takes a deep breath, trying not to be rude and amends his outburst, “no, that’s, uh, that’s fine.”

real talk? its not fine. when Peter opens his door on the 30th and Sam is standing there with a box and a shit eating grin…Peter almost closes the door. but Sam stops it with a foot in the door. “got your dress up order here, parker.” “okay,” peter rolls his eyes, “get it all out now.” Sam smirks and shakes his head, “nah…..i’m gonna wait. you get all twitchy when you don’t know what’s coming.” “i do not,” peter’s voice breaks. “sure you do,” he smiles and shoves the box in peter’s hands. “see ya.”

and peter is thankful it was short. but then it hits him. it is almost worse. now that he doesn’t know when Sam is gonna tease him about it. so much worse.

but he sucks it up and tries on Steve’s suit.

it’s a little baggy in certain areas. and he has to roll the pants up because he’s short, but it’ll work. he just needs a shield. which he fashions out of some scrap medal he had after a mission. its uneven, barely a circle, but he paints it and it’ll work. again, he’s doing the best he can. and there is a sort of thrill knowing this is one of steve’s ACTUAL suits. which, uh, who else on his friend group can say that?

the next morning, he gets dressed, sweeps his hair off to one side, and goes to school. when he arrives all of his friends look about as put together as he does. it’s a SOLID effort. they’re not the real avengers (well, sort of….peter excluded) but for halloween they look rad.

Ned painted his face green and is wearing some tattered old shorts and a ripped shirt and green sneakers. Flash is wearing a velvet red cape and peter doesn’t want to address the amount of bling on his person, nope. cindy is a kickass black widow even if her costume looks like a recycled catwoman suit. Sally’s scarlet witch is borderline cosplay level impressive. he makes a note to show it to wanda. and Abe’s costume is a piecemeal costume like Ned’s. the whole group will make for some fun pictures.

“holy shit…MJ!” Cindy says looking just behind peter. and he realizes he didn’t see MJ. he turns around and his heart freakin’ stops.

she’s spider-man.

no. not only is she spider-man….she’s wearing his old suit. before he upgraded to the iron-spider, his first high-tech suit. the one he keeps in a locked box in his closet. and….it forms to her body like he knows his suit always does. tight and snug for optimal flexibility.

his first thought is…how the hell did she get his suit out of the case? his second is…..holy hell. what a look.

his jaw must be hanging open. actually open. because Flash snorts and comments, “like something you see, parker?” he blindly throws an arm behind him to nudge Flash. he misses and hits Abe. “sorry, man.”

MJ puts her hands on her hips, which, oh man, he’s going to have a heart attack. teenage boys should not be able to see girls they find attractive in spandex suits. nope.

then she smirks at him because she’s not wearing his mask. he supposes if she wore a high tech mask people would ask some questions. the actual suit part of his suit looks innocuous enough. could be store bought. high quality, but store bought. and so her curly hair tumbles out over her shoulders.

and he has a crazy thought. if he reached forward and touched the spider in the center of his suit, it would fall away from her and pool at her knees.

DAMN IT PARKER KEEP IT TOGETHER.

he shakes his head and, thankfully, the bell rings. so their friend group starts to part. peter catches up to MJ and whispers under his breath, “where’d you get that?” “the password shouldn’t be your birthday, loser.” he groans, “what about iron-man?” “why would I spend money on halloween? I had access to an avenger’s suit.” “my suit.” “details.”

he steps in front of her so she’ll stop walking. and he STARES into her eyes. because he won’t look down. no sir. “i want that back, MJ.” she blows a curl out of her eyes and whispers, “you’re gonna have to take it off, then.”

and his eyes BLOW WIDE. he’s broken. his systems are down. he needs IT. the peter parker is absolutely broken. she laughs and walks away while he reboots.

he tries not to stare at her legs all day. and fails. and, uh, holy crap. her legs are so long. and her ass is also great. does that make him not feminist if he thinks so?? he’s not sure. but it is a great ass.

after school, they gather outside of midtown and get some poor freshman to take their group picture. MJ slides in next to peter and throws an arm around him. while everyone gets situated, she whispers in his ear, “does cap know you have that suit, Parker?” he turns his head and she’s so close their noses accidentally brush. he sputters. “uh, yea.” she rolls her eyes and turns her head back to the camera.

they take, like, a hundred pictures. because Flash wants them to take glamour shots, action shots, he also needs his best side represented. it’s a whole mess.

and in the last shot, MJ turns Peter’s face toward hers and kisses him full on the mouth. when the camera snaps….his eyes are HUGE.

but he doesn’t stop kissing her. like, the picture may be done but he sure as hell isn’t. he turns more squarely into her mouth and sweeps her up off of her feet to kiss her better. in front of all of their friends. outside of the high school. in broad daylight.

she laughs against his lips and wraps her legs around his waist.

when all of their friends realize what’s happening. they immediately start groaning. like WTF GUYS?!?

Ned squees. but he’s excited. he’s been waiting for this.

when MJ is contented to be done kissing, she climbs down and wipes the back of her mouth. “really?” she laughs, “the suit is what did it?”

he blushes beat red. “I like it.” and he knows she can tell that he means he likes her in his clothes. but that’s just between them.

the next year at halloween, with her at Harvard and him at MIT, they go out partying in Cambridge as Han Solo and Leia. not slave leia tho. well, ahem, not slave leia in public. what happens later in her dorm room isn’t anybody’s business, frankly.

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you-and-i-for-forever · 7 years

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10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 4 (Part B)

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 3.1k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead!

Read chapter 1 here, 2 here, 3 here, or 4 here if you’ve missed them!

It was like him thinking about Connor the other night had somehow called the real Connor Murphy to him wherever Evan went. It felt like no matter where he was, Connor was there. Trying to get him to hang out with him. Why did he want to hang out with Evan? What was he going to do to him? Rip his fingers off? Rob him? Take him somewhere far away and murder him and throw him into a creek?

The library was the first time after the locker incident Connor had approached him. Evan had his face buried in a book when he had become hyper-aware of someone walking towards him. He looked up for a second to find Connor pulling out a chair and sitting down next to him. Evan snapped his head back to his book, his whole body seized up.

“What’s up?” Connor asked, looking and sounding bored.

Evan blushed and shrugged, trying his best to make himself invisible. He couldn’t bear to look over at Connor, it was too embarrassing and frightening. The school bell suddenly rang, freeing Evan from this social prison.

Another time was when he was walking out the front doors of the school, heading home. Someone fell into step with him and Evan only glanced over.

“You want a ride home?” Connor asked, nodding his head at Evan in a greeting.

“No-no, uh, no thanks.” Evan stuttered out and walked faster.

The most recent time was in Mrs. Perry’s American history class. Evan was well aware that Connor sat right behind him and he could feel his eyes boring into the back of his head. When Mrs. Perry dismissed the class, Evan felt a tap on his shoulders.

He turned to Connor, slowly.

“Wanna study for the exam on Monday?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“I’m actually gonna– gonna be…out of town this weekend. My grandma’s sick and I have to go and-and-and visit her.” Evan stuttered out the lie then tore out of the classroom, so frazzled from the attention.

No one had ever paid Evan so much attention before, it felt so strange. The few people who would try to talk to him usually became annoyed with his stuttering and stammering very quickly. They usually wouldn’t talk to him again after. Connor had to be playing some prank on him. Trying to mess with him and see if he’ll cry or something.

Evan contemplated if he should just hang out with Connor once to get the whole prank over with.

Connor was in his usual spot in the courtyard, reading The Great Gatsby for English class. He wasn’t especially interested in it but he trying to distract himself from the past 2 weeks. Evan wasn’t the easiest person to try and befriend.

Connor ran a hand through his hair, miffed by the whole thing.

“When I shell out fifty, I expect results,” A voice growled from in front of him.

Connor knew the honeymoon period hand to end at some point.

“Yeah, I'm on it,” Connor said, not even looking up from his book. It’s not like Connor wasn’t trying. Evan fled like a startled deer whenever Connor approached him. He had been trying to come up with different strategies for days.

“Following that freak around doesn’t count as a date. And if you don’t get any, I don’t get any.” Jake grunted and crossed his arms.

What the fuck did he just say?

Connor glared up him, top lip pulling back in disgust. “I just upped my price,” Connor spat at him.

Jake tensed up but Connor wasn’t scared of him.

“What?” Jake asked through gritted teeth.

“A hundred bucks a date. In advance.” Connor said, snapping his book shut and standing up.

“You haven’t even taken him anywhere! Forget it.” Jake bit back.

“Forget his brother, then,” Connor said with what he hoped was a mean looking smirk.

Jake looked pissed but reached into his packet and fished out a wallet. He peeled out another 50 and shoved it into Connors' hand.

“This better work Murphy,” Jake said with a growl.

Connor rolled his eyes as Jake walked away, but…started feeling just the tiny bit nervous.

Was he really gonna be able to do this?

Michael and Jared were sitting in Michael’s care in the school parking lot, watching Connor walk to his car.

“Go,” Jared said, shoving his arm.

“No, you go,” Michael said, shoving him back.

Jared rolled his eyes, “I went last time and since that went SO well, I think you should go.”

Michael nodded and quickly got out of the car. He walked over to Connor, palming at the soda bottle in his hands. Connor was unzipping his backpack, looking for something. Michael glanced back and saw Jared had followed him, hanging back a little.

“We know what you’re trying to do, with Evan Hansen,” Michael said, trying to sound confident but shrinking a little when Connor merely glanced over his shoulder at him.

“We want to help you out,” Michael continued.

“Why’s that?” Connor grunted, not really seeming to care what the answer was.

“The situation is,” Jared began and Connor visibly stiffened at the sound of his voice. Michael was sure Connor was going to turn around and be able to kill Jared with just a look.

Jared continued like there wasn’t a possibility of them both getting murdered, “My man Michael here has the hots for Jeremy, Evan’s stepbrother.”

Connor finally turned all the way around and for just a split second Michael saw a glimpse of someone else. The same person who had freed a defenseless animal. His eyes looked tired like he didn’t have enough energy to put up a fight against Jared or run.

“What’s so great about that guy anyway?” Connor asked, running fingers through long, greasy hair.

Jared shrugged, “Don’t know. But I think I speak correctly when I say that Michael's love is pure. Purer than say – Jake Dillinger's.”

“Look. I'm in on this for the cash. Dillinger can fuck whoever he wants.” Connor huffed.

Michael said looking between Connor and Jared, “Okay, there will be no fucking!”

Both Connor and Jared glanced over at him and snorted.

“Look, Connor, let me explain something to you here. We set this whole thing up so Michael can get the guy.” Jared wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders, “Michael. Jake's just a pawn.”

Connor stood there, looking back and forth between Michael and Jared. “So you two are really gonna help me?” Connor asked, very suspicious.

“We’ll do some research. We’ll find out what he likes. We’re your guys.” Jared said with a shit-eating grin.

“And he means that in a strictly non-prison-movie type of way,” Michael explained. Connor narrowed his eyes at him.

“Look, Rich Goranski just posted on his twitter that Jake’s having a party in like 3 weeks. It’s the perfect opportunity.” Jared explained.

Connor raised an eyebrow, “Opportunity for what?”

“For you to take out Evan,” Michael said.

Connor knitted his eyebrows together, “Doesn’t really seem like one for social events.”

“He’s not so he’ll just follow you around, stick by your side the whole time. You won’t be able to get rid of him.” Jared smirked.

“I‘ll think about it.” Connor said, pulling out his keys from his backpack, “I need him to talk to me first.”

“We’ll let you know what we find,” Michael said with a nod. Connor mirrored his nod and walked around his car and climbed in.

Jared grabbed Michael’s arm, “Come on, it’s time to snoop.”

Michael was confused. He knew he and Jared talked about digging up things about Evan, but he wasn’t exactly sure what they were going to do. They couldn’t just drive over to Jeremy’s house and go through Evan’s things, that was crazy. It started making less sense when Jared had instructed him to drive to Jared’s house.

Soon, Michael and Jared were sitting at Jared’s kitchen table with only Jared’s computer sitting in front of them. Jared was typing away at it like a madman.

“What are we even doing?” Michael asked.

“Looking for what Evan facts,” Jared said.

“What are you going to do, google him and hope a list comes up?”

“Nah, I can just hack into his computer and see what he’s into.”

“What?” Michael cried “You can’t do that, that’s illegal.”

Jared just snorted and kept typing on his computer, “Only if someone finds out.”

Michael watched Jared finish typing in a bar of coding into a tab when another one popped up. It was of a desktop homepage that wasn’t Jared’s. The background was a pathway in a forest. There were a couple icons. Evan’s desktop.

Jared started clicking on random things, hemming, and hawing. Some pictures of people that Michael didn’t recognize but must be Evan’s family. Pictures of animals, plants, random stuff that looked like photos saved from google images.

Jared went through word documents next. Lots of old assignments. He opened a folder entitled Letters from Me. There were about 30 of them.

“What are these? Sex letters to himself?” Jared laughed.

He leaned in while Michael leaned back. This didn’t feel right. Maybe they shouldn’t be going through Evan’s stuff.

“Woah. We definitely need to start making a list. It’s like he knew what kind of information we needed.”

Michael reluctantly pulled out a notebook and started scrawling down anything Jared told him. Jared poked fun at Evan the entire time and Michael felt worse.

“Hey, Jared we probably have enough stuff here. We can come back to this if Connor needs anything else.”

“Just a sec, I want to check one more thing,” Jared said, a devilish smile creeping across his face.

He opened up Evan’s web browser and opened the computers history.

“Oh my god, I knew it.”

Well, that was a surprise. Last night Connor’s name was typed into google several times. Evan had searched for him in almost every popular social media site. “What does that mean?” Michael asked.

“He’s interested.” Jared said, nodding like he knew it was going to be there, “Aw! He wanted to be Facebook buddies.”

Somewhat relieved, Michael let his shoulders sag, “Well, at least we know that Evan’s not completely terrified of him.”

Connor turned the dial on his locker around for the billionth time. Stupid thing was stuck all the time. He took deep breaths in and out of his nose to stay calm. It was just a stupid metal door, it wasn’t going to get the best of him.

“Hey.” Someone said from beside him.

He glanced over and saw the asshole with the glasses and his friend.

“So what've you got for me?” Connor asked, finally able to open his locker.

“A little insight into a very complicated dude.” Asshole’s friend said.

“Michael has notes. First thing: Evan hates smokers.” Jared said, gesturing towards the rolled blunt Connor had half-heartedly trying to conceal.

“You’re telling me I can’t smoke my pot?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. But just for now.” Michael – apparently – reassured him.

“So I already know that Evan’s likes girls and guys, but there’s a problem. He likes pretty guys.” Jared said.

Connor glared down at that asshole, trying to look frightening. He couldn’t care less what Jared thought of him, but he wouldn’t get teased by the leader of the Lollipop Guild.

“Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” He bit.

“He's very pretty! He’s a gorgeous guy.” Michael interjected, fear in his eyes.

“Whatever you say.” Jared snorted.

Connor watched Michael pull a piece of paper out of the gut pocket on his sweatshirt and offer it to him. He cautiously opened it and found a list of Evan facts.

“Alright. Okay. He loves trees and nature, calming music, home cooked meals, and reading. Here’s a list of books and movies he likes too.” Michael explained, running his hand along the paper and pointing out each of the items on the list.

“So I'm supposed to make him dinner and buy him some books, right?” Connor asked, and thought about how stupid the plan was.

“Have you ever been to that little park off Kennedy St., Boulevard Park? That’s where Evan likes to go most days after school if he’s not hiding in his room from the rest of humanity.” Jared said.

Connor pulled a face, “I don’t like parks.” His locker finally popped open.

Parks meant people who would stare at him and little kids who would cry at the site of him and other teenagers who might chase him through the forest again and stupid shit like that.

“But he’ll be there.” Michael pressed.

Jared smirked, “You can be in sunlight right? You won’t burst into flames?”

Connor rolled his eyes and threw the blunt back into his locker and slammed it shut, ignoring the fact that he actually needed a few things out of it.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed, not looking forward to this at all.

Evan arrived at the park about 20 minutes after school got out. He walked to his favorite tree, a large oak tree that was about a 30 feet into the forest. It wasn’t really hidden or anything but it was secluded and quiet. He made himself comfortable and pulled out a copy of Collins Tree Guide and started reading. The sun was filtering through the trees and Evan liked the way the light moved around on his book.

This was one of the rare days when he felt almost at peace and that nothing was really wrong. Dr. Sherman had changed his medication a little so maybe that was helping.

He had read through a couple pages when his stomach growled and he turned to his bag to pull out a snack.

His eyes scanned the woods and relaxed his shoulders a little. Maybe today could be okay. Maybe it would all be fine. Evan almost choked on his goldfish when he saw someone sitting on the bench just outside the forest opening.

His pulse picked up when he saw it was not, in fact, some random person but Connor. Evan coughed and threw himself behind the tree, trying to become completely hidden by the thick trunk.

Had Connor followed him there? Was he spying on him?

Evan peeked around the tree. Connor was just staring at a book in his hands. Evan sighed.

Connor’s eyes quickly shot up and suddenly their eyes had locked.

Connor got up and started walking over to him. Evan hid back around the tree not sure what to do. He stood up and glanced around for an escape route.

“Hey wait,” Connor called as Evan grabbed his backpack. Evan turned and Connor was only a few feet from him.

“Hey I’m…look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you leave,” Connor said, looking sort of apologetic.

Evan looked down at the ground and spoke, “I was just gonna- I was already- I was leaving.”

“Oh,” Connor said and Evan peaked up at him, he actually looked just the tiniest bit disappointed.

“I mean I was gonna-gonna leave in a few minutes…” Evan said, his voice dropping on the last couple words. “Oh?” Connor said.

“Y-yeah,” Evan replied, feeling weird and flustered.

They stood in silence for a few moments.

“What were you reading?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the book still clutched between his hands. It probably had nail marks into now.

“Oh, it’s a book about- about trees. Trees native to Europe. It’s really cool…if you’re into…trees.” Evan finished lamely. Why did he allow himself to talk?

“What kind of trees are native to Europe?” Connor asked.

“Um well um there’s ash trees which can live up to 400 years old and Plymouth Pear which is one of Europe’s rarest trees, and Crack Willow that grows by rivers.” Evan quickly rambled off.

“Cool,” Connor said with a small smile. Evan blushed and fiddled with the book.

“Yeah. If you like that you’ll be...obsessed with all my forest expertise.” Evan said, not knowing what else to say but wanting to fill the space.

Connor’s smile grew a little more and Evan thought he must be thinking how lame it was to like plants so much.

“Exper-trees.” Was all Connor said with a small grin.

Evan let out a short laugh, surprised that the scary, intimidating, possibly criminal Connor Murphy had made a joke, and it wasn’t even at his expense.

Evan somehow found himself walking side by side Connor around the park. Connor was actually an all-around normal person. Evan was still nervous, that seemed more general to everything, not specifically towards Connor.

As they walked, Connor pointed at every tree they passed by and asked Evan for its name and a cool fact. Evan supplied him some information he knew about all of them.

Evan realized something after he had informed Connor about spruce trees, “You’re not, uh, surrounded by your- your usual cloud of smoke.”

Connor turned to look at him, with an arched eyebrow. “Oh my- oh my god that was...so rude I’m s-sorry.” Evan stuttered out.

“I quit. Apparently, they’re bad for your memory or something. Came to the park today to get some healthy, fresh air and that’s when I spotted you.” Connor explained with a shrug.

“Oh.” Was all Evan replied with, “yeah, well, I’m always here.”

They started talking about some other neutral topics; movies, books, travel. Connor liked fantasy movies, coming of age stories, and wanted to road trip around the US.

They were just getting to hobbies - Connor apparently didn’t have any – when Evan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to a text from his mom, reminding him he had his therapist appointment soon and to start heading home now.

“I um I gotta go,” Evan said, feeling slightly saddened at the thought of leaving their conversation.

“Okay.” Connor said eyebrows scrunched up, “Hey uh, can I give you my email address?”

“Email address?” Evan asked.

“Yeah, my parents took my phone away so I can’t text but I can give you my email. I’d like to know more cool tree facts.” Connor paused and ran a hand through his hair, “I mean…unless I’m bothering you.”

“What? Oh no, um, not at all.” Evan said, suddenly feeling desperate to not lose whatever friendship was starting to form between the two of them.

“Well, I tried to talk to you at school and you didn’t really seem that interested,” Connor said, trailing off. Evan felt his face flush again and lied, “Oh that? No-no-no, I wasn’t trying to avoid- avoid you or, uh, anything, honestly.”

Evan carefully handed Connor his phone. Wait…was this the part where Connor just took his phone and ran? How was he supposed to watch him? What if he sold his phone to buy drugs? What if-?

Connor handed back his phone with his email address typed in.

“Email me whenever.” Evan looked into Connor’s eyes for a second before looking back down at Connor’s email address.

Evan gave him a shy smile, “Okay.”

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