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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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This Again?

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Summary: You find out the hard way that bottling things up solves nothing and helps no one.

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Mean and toxic Bucky, depressed reader, arguing, miscommunications

Word Count: 1.0k

a/n: I'm totally projecting here, this was very cathartic for me, communication is key my friends, no one can read your mind, speak up! Hope this helps anyone in a similar situation.

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“I’m going to hang out with Sam and Steve; I’ll be back later,” Bucky says, slightly annoyed as he walks out the door; you sigh heavily. It’s the 4th time Bucky has gone out with friends this week. There’s nothing wrong with that, but lately, you’ve been feeling like you’re always the one making all the plans, which you don’t mind doing, but it’s a two-way street; both sides need to be putting in the effort; you’ve already talked with Bucky about this, but it felt like it went nowhere, you voiced what you wanted, and Bucky said “okay,” and that was that. Still, you decided to put a little faith in Bucky and hope he’d take your words to heart.

“It’s okay, we just talked about it; give him time,” you said to yourself, absentmindedly flipping through the TV channels; nothing caught your attention; your mind was preoccupied with the situation, turning off the TV, deciding it was a lost cause.

It's been two weeks since you talked with Bucky about including you more, and it has sadly gone nowhere; you feel as if you're talking to a brick wall, you feel under-appreciated, but worse of all you feel alone, completely abandoned, like you've lost the person you cared about the most, once again Bucky is out with Sam and Steve again, you had hoped by now that Bucky would have made a change. Still, Bucky remains the same; you're staying up, crying quietly, waiting for Bucky to come home; you don't know what you're going to do, but you're not just going to sit back and continue to be treated this way, all these emotions have been building up for months, you've tried to pack it all away hoping the problems would solve themselves, assuming that everything would go back to normal.

You're so deep in thought you don't even hear the front door open, Bucky's voice breaking you from your trance.

"I'm home, Y/N," he calls out to you; you sigh, anticipating the upcoming battle.

"I'm in here," you shout back, wiping your tears away, shifting uncomfortably, nerves eating away at you.

Bucky walks in with an exhale, shedding articles of clothing, unaware of your emotional state.

"How has your night been?" He asks sweetly, back facing you. You let out a weep, and Bucky turns around swiftly, concern written across his features; he crawls across the bed towards you, gently rubbing your arm comfortably; you move away from his touch, and Bucky looks at you, confused.

"Buck, we need to talk,” you say, exhausted; you move to sit directly across from him. Bucky observes you.

“You still-no, it feels like you haven’t put in any effort to include me,” you play with your fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes; he sighs and stands up, rolling his eyes, annoyance radiating off him.

“Not this again? Why can’t I go out with my friends? Why do I have to bring you every time?” He grits his teeth, angrily kicking his shoes off.

“Bucky, I’m not asking you to invite me every time, just every once in a while; your friends are my friends, too,” you defend; you pick yourself up and stand in front of Bucky.

“You wanna go out? Fine, let’s go out right now,” he says sharply, reaching for his coat.

“That’s not what I mean, Bucky,” you say bitterly, taking his coat out of his hands.

“I don’t know what you want from me?!” He thunders, throwing his hands in the air. “First, you want me to take you out, and then when I offer to, you don’t want to?!” He booms, running his hands through his hair frustratedly.

“Bucky, I don’t want to ask you to invite me; I want you to come up with it on your own!” You shout back, the argument and tensions escalating.

“Do you even hear yourself?” He yells, pacing back and forth, “If you want to come with me, just do it!”

“I want you to want me there, Buck; I don’t want to invite myself, then it feels like no one actually wants me there,” you cry, voice cracking slightly; you hope Bucky doesn’t pick up on it.

“Want me to want you there? Now you’re telling me what I want?” He says in disbelief, laughing at the absurdity.

“No, I just want my presence to be appreciated; I feel like I’m the only one making plans, like I’m the only one trying,” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks, all the pent-up emotion pouring out of you.

“Y/N, every time I invite you somewhere, and someone does one thing to upset you, you completely shut down! You don’t say anything; you just sit there and make everyone uncomfortable! Why would I want to keep inviting someone who clearly doesn’t want to be there?” Bucky roars. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want you there, and that’s why I don’t ask you to come?” He barks.

“You don’t want me there?” You say quietly; time freezes; has he never wanted you there? How long has he felt this way? You stare at Bucky, waiting for an answer, but he says nothing; he stares back at you.

“Y/N, every day something has upset you so much that you just shut everyone out; you don’t talk to me or anyone; you sit in your own misery all alone. How am I supposed to be there for you when you don’t let me in, baby?” He says calmly, slowly stepping closer to you, cautiously pulling you into a hug; you break at the embrace, falling to your knees, sobs ripping from your throat; to keep the peace, you bottle everything up and hope everything will fix itself, without realizing you’ve barricaded yourself in your own tower of isolation and heartache, completely locking out everyone who’s ever cared for you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you whimper out, gripping Bucky’s arms as if your life depended on it. Bucky softly shushes you, gently rocking you back and forth, caressing your head as you let out all the suppressed emotion.

“It’s okay, baby, I gotcha,” he says gently.

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mrs-assbutt · 1 year

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Does anyone get that painful feeling in your stomach when you’re reading a fanfic and there’s a misunderstanding between the MC and their love interest/s and they feel unwanted and unloved.

I love that feeling.

Now what is this mental illness called?

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ardustein · 1 year

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Alright ya'll, hear me out.

So the citizens of Fawcett city start to notice this homeless kid. Now, this wouldn't be too strange normally, but this kid is weird.

He will randomly walk out of alleyways that no one saw him entering. He has strange lightning scars up and down his face. Coincidentally, the sound of thunder seems so follow wherever he goes. If you try and talk to him he will answer vaguely before running off and disappearing without a trace. Some people say his eyes glow in the dark. Others mention him having conversations with a tiger. Criminals who attempt to rob from him get caught the day after.

After a little while, Batman catches wind of this, and of course, he needs to know everything, so he starts to investigate. After gathering intel about the kid, he finally goes to approach Captain Marvel about it. Marvel starts acting strangely, skittish, on guard, suspicious.

So Batman gets even more interested and starts diving deeper into this Billy Batson kid. It doesn't take long for him to discover C.C. Batson, the boys father, and sharer of Marvel's face. The whole family seemingly disappeared overnight, parents dead, both children missing.

Batman brings up some evidence of Billy to Zantana and after examining it she states that this kid is definitely not human. His aura is flickering, like his corporeal form is in flux.

So, Batman comes to the only logical conclusion. Billy is a ghost

and Captain Marvel murdered him.

#hijinks ensue #batman would for sure try and talk to billy but he would avoid him like the plague #batman does not mention this to anyone for fear that marvel will find out #so the league and billy become very confused about why batman has started acting so paranoid #well #more paranoid than usual #and in billys attemps to stop batman from finding out his identity #billy just convinces him of the theory more and more #and maybe the two accidentally bond for real during the misunderstanding #batman #billy batson #shazam #captain marvel #shazam!#dc #dc comics

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tales-of-the-ghost-zone · 2 months

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DP x MCU crossover

Sometime after Howard and Maria Stark’s death, Hydra decides to try and make a clone of Tony Stark, that’s infused with Super Soldier serum. They were hoping to get a super smart super soldier that they could control.

And thus Danny was born.

At some point when he’s like 2 or 3 one of the Hydra agents whose been his handler since he was born grows a conscious after witnessing the most recent experiment the other scientists in the lab put Danny through. They take Danny and run away from the lab. They don’t get away clean tho, they had to fight their way out of the lab and they were injured in the process. They wind up in Amity Park with baby Danny and come across the Fenton Parents. They hand Danny over to them and tell them to protect and look after the kid. And then they die.

The Fenton parents adopt Danny and raise him as their own. Danny grows up not knowing he’s adopted or that he’s a clone and a super soldier. The ghost portal accident happens when he’s 14 like cannon. The reason he survived and only half died is because of the super soldier serum in his blood.

Eventually, after the whole events of the Danny Phantom series has passed (minus Phantom Planet because fuck that horrible ending to the series). Danny, after defeating Pariah Dark, is now the king of the ghost zone. He still doesn’t realize he’s a clone of Tony Stark. Despite the fact that he looks exactly like a 17 year old version of the man!!!

And then New York happens. A portal opens up in the skies above New York, and aliens come pouring out of it! You bet your ass Danny hightailed it over to New York to help out the group of heroes that were trying to stop the aliens. He’s super hyped to fight aliens!!! He’s just having a blast zooming through the skies of New York, around skyscrapers, throwing punches and ecto-blasts at aliens, helping out the other heroes.

Meanwhile every time he helps one of the Avengers they all double take when they finally get a look at his face. Cause like yes this floating glowing child has glowing green eyes and Snow White hair, but the rest of his face looks like a very young Tony Stark. After each encounter with the boy the different Avengers call Tony over the coms to ask his status and to reassure themselves that Tony hadn’t been de-aged and given super powers mid battle.

Tony is the last one of them that meets Danny. He’s super annoyed at the fact everyone keeps calling him over the coms to ask his status. Like yeah he’s not a super soldier and doesn’t have powers, but neither does Romanoff or Barton!!! And unlike them he has his own super suit to protect him. So why is everyone calling in to check on him?!!!

And then finally Danny comes zooming around a building chasing after Loki’s chariot, shouting sarcastic quips at the god, while firing green blasts from his fists. And Tony just kind of blue screens for a minute. Jarvis has to take over piloting the suit for a minute while Tony reboots. He’s def got the surprised Pikachu face going on. Finally he reboots but Danny’s already flown off to deal with something else.

The battle comes to an end, the portal closes, the world is safe, and all the Avengers all head towards Stark tower. Danny sees them and where they’re headed and decides to meet them there. He’s been the only super hero around for a while and he wants to actually properly interact with these new hero’s!

Imagine his shock when he actually finally comes face to face with Tony Stark and finally realizes how much he looks like the man. He starts panicking thinking his mom had an affair with the man 17 years ago and just passed him off as Jack Fenton’s son.

Absolute chaos ensues as assumptions are made. DNA tests happen. They realize that no he is not Tony’s kid, he’s Tony’s clone. More assumptions are made. No body is having a good time.

#danny phantom #marvel #mcu #dp x mcu #tony stark #Hydra #clones #ghost king danny #misunderstandings #assumptions are made #maybe some everlasting trio added in on the side #on a side note #Tucker Sam and Jazz are all liminal as hell #they all have their own ghost powers/halves at this point #because fuck it why not #Tony is having a panic attack at the thought he had a kid he never knew about #and his kid is a ghost #his kid died #apparently when he was like 14 cause that’s how old this ghost kid in front of him looks #Danny is 17 but his ghost half still looks 14 #his human half looks his proper age #it’s just his ghost half that hasn’t aged #Danny’s having a panic attack thinking his mom cheated on his dad #and then he has a panic attack thinking his parents cloned him in their lab using Tony’s DNA #he calls Jazz hysterical and crying about the whole thing #Jazz can barely make out what he’s saying #all she gets is her baby brother is calling her in hysterics #after fighting aliens #and joining the super heroes in their tower #she grabs Tucker and Sam and hightails it to the tower ready to kick some ass and defend her baby brother

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cherriiramen · 6 months

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For anyone who’s afraid of approaching me because they ship [insert ship name] or [insert ship name], please rest assured knowing I don’t block or harass anyone for shipping ANYTHING, nor do I have a DNI when it comes to ships or liking a specific character.

I believe it’s blatantly stupid and inconsiderate to parasocially hate A PERSON (mind you, not just the ship or a character) and believe they’re an awful person behind the screen for having a taste different to yours, especially when there’s nothing actually ‘problematic’ about it. And I hate when people have surface-levelled perceiving when it comes to this subject to the point where they’ll still fight reasoning back with non-logical responses that could be just watered down to ‘oh I just dislike this ship/character so I’ll call it and anyone who likes it problematic, fuck u”

I don’t mind any ship/character at all, some may not be my personal cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to see people’s perspectives/takes on them, how they feel about them AND the fanart too :3

I indulge deeply in fandoms, whether it be art, headcanons, events, takes, fanfictions, heck even drama because it isn’t a full fandom experience without it lolol, just anything at all. So it means I’ll consume literally anything it throws at me.

So feel free to interact with this blog in any way! Whether you be a Y/N x CC consumer, a selfshipper, a rare-pair collector, a ‘problematic’ shipper, anything at all! It takes an awful amount of energy to actually make me uncomfortable >:]💞

#ahhh fandoms #☕️#I’ve said this before and I’ll repeat #I’m a HUGE multishipper #throw any ship at me and I might as well start considering it #excluding ped*phillia and inc*st #don’t misunderstand me 😭#i could list the shit I consume forever #like for example #I’ve only gotten into marvel this year and holy smokes #I’m already indulging in:#Thorki #Stoki #Ironfrost #silverhawks #clintasha #frosthawk #OH AND TONY AND PEPPER #and of course the gay old men #Stony #i don’t even mind Sylvie and Loki either #i find their dynamic funny #their relationship is Yuri at it’s finest #and don’t even get me started with rdr2 ships #i still remember going insane over Javiarthur #and CHAVIER TOO #hehrgehehehe #cherrii.txt #BRUTASHA TOO DUH #I’m even fine with starker as long as Peter’s 22-23 at least (which was something people debated on Reddit since he was born in 2001)

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florida3exclamationpoints · 9 months

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I think Peggy and Daniel are really cute together I just can't hardcore ship them bc all that energy is stored in steggy. I'd be happy if they said Daniel was Peggy's husband in the main timeline. But it's so wild to me that Daniel ended up with Daisy. And I LIKE it?? Like. If you had told me in 2016 when I started watching marvel.... when I had just discovered my love for Peggy Carter and Daisy Johnson.... when I was watching AC and AoS for the first time..... that AoS would end with Daisy Johnson in an endgame canon committed relationship with Daniel Sousa (introduced in the last season which was shorter than usual already so there was not much time to develop it) ?????? And that I would Love it????? That is the fakest sounding thing they could've done and they pulled it off and I still think about how wild it is daily

#oh and its not like i just went along with whatever they said !!#ive had many critiques of aos and i was veryyyyy worried about the last season #i actually. kinda hated a lot of it as it was airing until we got to the end #bc of the time travel misunderstanding. and i dont like how they disrespected peggy but that's another conversation #but i was fully ready to hate it i was soooo critical of every second of it #and then???? they made me love it?????? they pulled a crack ship out of nowhere and said You Will Ship It #and i was like YEAH I WILL!!!!!!!#daniel sousa #daisy johnson #peggy carter #agent carter #agents of shield #aos #peggysous #dousy #marvel

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wolfsbanesparks · 11 months

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Bouncing in here like a madman again

Do you think Captain Marvel (seperate from Billy) considers the Wizard SHAZAM as their father as a sort of creator and creation relationship? Giving room for Billy and grandpa wizard relationship kinda?

I've had a lot of sugar today, so I'm not sure how that sounds, but I kept thinking about your fic, "Split", and how if things took a different turn and Captain Marvel revealed he existed because of the Wizard, would the JL come to the assumption that the wizard was his father/Billy's grandfather?

Or if things took an angstier turn, if Captain Marvel let slip accidentally that he didn't believe that the death of Billy's mother (and actual father) was a genuine accident/had suspicions about it, how would they react? Would they suspect the wizard bc of all the suspicions they're having? Also, I'm not sure if I remember, but did the JL get to have a conversation with the wizard?

Kinda factors into that one ask I sent before, where the gods killed the parents of the champions of magic to challenge and prepare them without them knowing, which might include the wizard, too. (Sorry, I re watched the Guardians of the Galaxy 2 recently and it's been doing numbers on my little mind)

In all seriousness you could write an AU for your fics and we'd eat it all up and ask for seconds because your writing creates a universe of wonder for us.

That was a lot, wow :0

Okay first of all you are so sweet! It's driving me crazy (in a good way) that I can discuss AUs of my fics!

I think that the Wizard already plays a sort of wise grandfather figure to Billy (in my preferred version of him) regardless of Captain Marvel's feelings towards the Wizard.

But I think it's totally logical for Captain Marvel to think of the Wizard as a creator figure, especially in his current incarnation since it was just Shazam who made him instead of a full Wizard's Council. There's respect between them, but Marvel also wants to make Shazam proud, wants to prove he's a good Champion. And I think that can translate to a father-son type dynamic even if it's a lot more complicated than that.

If we're talking Split in particular, the JL "met" the Wizard but Shazam didn't bother talking to any of them so their many confusions and suspicions didn't get brought up to him directly.

But if they had reason to believe Shazam was Marvel’s father, Flash in particular would have been having a freak out because the Wizard would have gone from possibly sketchy mentor to controlling and possibly abusive father/grandfather. He might have even had more people on his side if that was the case (especially if we add in the idea that the Batsons were killed as some kind of test of Billy’s pure heart).

There would still be those who insist that they shouldn't get in the middle of their complicated and potentially messy family situation. But there would also be those who wonder if Marvel had a choice in becoming a hero if his father was the one who imbued him with his powers because it was his "destiny". I can definitely picture Marvel bluescreening if someone asked him if he'd had a choice in being a hero (he didn't, and Billy didn't either) or if he'd ever wanted something else for himself (it had never occurred to him that he could be anything else because he was created to fight evil). His answer would definitely send up some red flags to whoever he's talking to.

There are so many cool ways having people think Shazam is Marvel’s father could play out and it would be so fun to explore that.

And since you mentioned it, while I don’t currently have plans to write an AU of my fics, I AM completely open to other people writing AUs of my fics if they are inspired enough to do it! So long as you credit me as the original author/check the Inspired By box when you post, I encourage you to go for it!

#ask me whatever you want y'all #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #fanfic asks #this could have been a really cool extra layer to the mess that was the misunderstandings in that fic #the JL would have had a whole new set of rumors to sort through #and Zatanna would have completely freaked out at thinking there was some sort of strange family legacy thing going on with the Champion #this is so fun to think about

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faeriecap · 1 year

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beyond all the other completely valid reasons why going back to live through the 20th century without getting involved at all would be absolute hell for steve rogers such as the racism/sexism/torture his friends and loved ones would face at any given time, like… it’s so clear this ending doesn’t work for STEVE who ISNT an idealized version of captain america, the all american super human hero. like why would steve rogers choose to go back to the same time period where he was discriminated against for YEARS, basically left for dead due to medical conditions, where he was physically and verbally abused constantly before receiving the serum, where his family likely faced xenophobia, where things like homophobia and transphobia and judgement of anyone who even slightly misaligned with cisheteronormative standards was subject to scrutiny and abuse (especially during the cold war/lavender scare)??? like THAT steve rogers?? the disabled, queer coded, righteous, anti facist, child of immigrants always desired a better world… and the 21st century is by no means perfect in terms of equity, equality, and social justice, but it’s CERTAINLY IMPROVED. like…. just bc he got the serum and basically passes as the epitome of all privilege in his supersoldier form doesn’t erase his actual identities nor does it mean it wouldn’t bring up TONS of triggers even if he himself was no longer a target for bigotry and discrimination ??? and if, as the writers say, he’s going to go back and not even bothering to change any of it, then WHATS THE POINT FOR HIM? why would he choose that over a world where things are so much better and he has the chance to keep helping them improve alongside his chosen family ??? unless you’re actively choosing to forget that steve rogers spent most of his life as the underdog SPECIFICALLY because he was a minority and felt the impacts of bigotry, unless you’re just seeing the whedon-esque, conservative, old fashioned, naive, golden boy persona projected onto him by others, you Cannot tell me he would WILLINGLY have any desire to go back permanently. even for the so called love of his life. esp at the expense of his other relationships, motivations, and joys

#this has likely all been said before but ugh it’s on my mind again like how are u gonna fuck up and misunderstand UR OWN CHARACTER that bad #steeb #i speak #avengers endgame #anti endgame steve #anti endgame #anti mcu #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #captain america #steve rogers #not my steve rogers

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tyrannuspitch · 1 month

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i don't have time to capture it right now but the funny thing about loki's fake plan that everyone misremembers is that it's a really STUPID plan. and that's the whole point. he's acting like a reckless, arrogant idiot so that laufey will underestimate him and not suspect the real plan. but people seem to miss this and try to remember it as something more obviously devious and "clever". which, by erasing the mind games, actually simplifies it significantly

#space viking tag #no deep comments on this one it's just funny #as i have said many times before...#'marvel movies are simplistic formulaic superficial and disposable' then WHY can no-one ever give me a basic plot synopsis of thor 1.#'marvel misunderstands the myths' are u sure you've understood marvel?#not claiming either is a totally incorrect statement. but. my bad movie is better than urs. <3 <3 <3

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orittsu · 1 month

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All the tags I use on reblogs:

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lazymonth · 29 days

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Little cute draw for @funkinmadnesss

Just snow leopard flirting at another snow leopard

#P.S. if your Beck aren’t snow leopard I’m so sorry for misunderstanding #marvel #spider sona #mysterio #moosterio #quentin beck #chameleon #dmitri smerdyakov #furry #fanart #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #drawing

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sorryiwonnoob · 2 years

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So I've seen fanfic where Danny Phantom is the twin to Damian and his long lost brother...

I've also seen fanfic where Billy Batson is the twin to Damian and his long lost brother...

BUT I HAVE YET TO SEE A STORY WHERE THEY ARE TRIPLETS....

Can someone who knows have to write pls make this a real fanfic pls!!!!!

#billy batson #danny phantom #captain marvel #shazam #batfam #batman #damian wayne #robin #the shenanigans #there could be so many misunderstandings #triplets

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wildflower-otome · 3 months

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Cupid Parasite ~Sweet and Spicy Darling~ | Gill Lovecraft Route

#all done with gill's route #kinda like how there weren't any big conflicts or misunderstandings in this one unlike with shelby and ryuuki #just a loving couple supporting each other and talking things through #uhh except for maybe the spicy ending #which was actually kind of meh for someone like gill i thought #laughed so hard at 'lovecraftman' though bc of course he would #hopefully marvel doesn't sue...#cupipara fd spoilers #cupid parasite #cupipara fd playthrough #cupid parasite ~sweet and spicy darling~#gill lovecraft #lynette mirror

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luke-o-lophus · 2 years

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Till the Candle's Out (Marc Spector/F!Reader)

Warnings: Blood, alcohol, injuries, mention of canon typical violence, h/c, angst with fluffy ending, idiots in love

Summary: "Why are you here?", he asks, brows pinched in annoyance. Your cold facade slips as you mumble, almost in shame,"Couldn't think of anywhere else to go."

Marc had downed a good four pegs of whisky since evening, but sleep still eluded him. His hand was tangled in his hair, tugging at locks and nails scratching scalp. He no longer knew whether he found it comforting, or it was a restless tic. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, he was confident he had seen people tailing him earlier. Someone must've sent out a hit. In hindsight he shouldn't be intoxicated when people could be after him, but who cares? Marc has been long past caring.

A series of soft knocks has him sitting halfway up. For a moment he thinks it's his imagination, but then it's there again, soft but clear knocks from the door of his hotel room. 2-3-2-pause-1. He'd know your signal anywhere. But it's likely others did too. Grabbing his gun, he silently makes his way to the door. There's a peephole, but the corridor is dim. Taking a moment to compose himself, he opens the door in one sweep, gunned hand aimed up.

You glance between the barrel of the gun and his eyes, unimpressed. "What the hell are you doing here?", he grits out, lowering his gun and taking quick looks on either side of the corridor to check if you're alone. "I need help", your words are spoken softly, evenly spaced, as if you're counting every syllable. Marc almost laughs in your face, lips pulled into a grimace,''Here I thought you'd rather die than work with me again." He can see in your eyes that his words hurt you. That doesn't make him happy, but that's how it's always been with you. You had clearly hated every moment you two had worked jobs together in the past, always sounding annoyed, always over-analyzing his every step.

"That's not true, I never said that", you protest so softly your lips barely part. For a moment your eyes seem to roll back, but Marc may just have imagined it. He pulls himself straighter and covers the doorway with his body. "Why are you here?", he asks again. You open your mouth to respond and as you do, a small trickle of blood dribbles down the side of your mouth. Marc's eyes narrow at that, and he looks back into your eyes sharply,"What did you do?" Your face crumples slightly at his tone, taking a small step back. Wiping the blood with your wrist you mutter out,"You see this and ask...what I did?" You scoff at your own stupidity for thinking he'd care. "You had two separate hits on you, I took them out, you're welcome", you seethe. Marc's frown deepens, lips curl into a snarl, voice still low,"I...didn't ask for your help." You nod, head lowered. You mumble what sounded like an apology and took another step back, but this time your knees sway beneath you. Instinctively, Marc reaches out, holding you up by your shoulder before your legs can give out completely. You immediately stand up again and try to push him back, but there's no strength in your shove. Before you can utter anything Marc is pulling you inside, taking one last alert look into the corridor and bolting the door behind him.

"M'sorry", you mumble, barely able to keep the gnawing embarrassment from your voice. "I...didn't know where else to go." Marc is silently leading you to the oversized sofa set at the other end of the room. "Can you sit?", he asks and you nod, stiffly sliding down. He comes with a pouch in hand and kneelsbefore you, holding your chin with two fingers and turning your face up and sideways to check for damage. With a piece of cloth he's dabbing the drying blood off your lips and chin, brows raised in query. You know the drill, this has happened a dozen times before. "Ribs, stomach, knees, left wrist", you whisper breathlessly. The way you spoke with obvious difficulty, Marc kicked himself for not connecting the dots. He snaps open his medi-kit, rolling up your pants and checking the scraped up knees. With a sigh, he soaks cotton in antiseptic liquid and starts dabbing them without warning. Your muscles go taut at the sudden sting, and you let your head loll back. You were second guessing your decision to come here, you'd had already been regretting every step you took in the direction of his hotel way before you knocked his door. To you, he looks annoyed, and you decide to make it easy for him. He'll do however much patching up he feels like, you'll sit quietly and take it, you'll go away, and rest will be a problem for another day. He finishes your knees with quick but deft application of band aids. He moves to your wrist, holding your forearm in one hand and palm in another, twisting and rolling you wrist to assess the injury. He could tell you were hurting from how tense your arm was. But with a quick glance up there was no sound from you, you just looked tired and ready to bolt. He gives it one rougher twist and you swallow thickly, shoulders shifting in obvious discomfort. Grabbing a roll of elastic bandages he starts wrapping the sprained wrist, muttering,"I know you're in pain, I'm not gonna think any less of you if you react to that."

"Right", you whisper back. "I know. It's not possible to think any less of me than you already do."

Marc's hands go still at that and his head snaps up. You hold his gaze almost in a challenge, daring him to speak. "Do you think I am some monster?", his question sounds earnest. You blink at that, pain and exhaustion suddenly washing over you as he forces you to think where the hell he is going with that. "I don't think I could even if I wanted to", you respond truthfully. "And I don't want to." Marc nods at the truth in your voice, confusion clouding his mind more than ever.

"How'd you know where I am...and who was after me?", he asks, resuming wrapping your wrist.

You have to chuckle at that. "I always know where you are", you say with a shrug. "And I can't sit by and watch while people get closer and closer to taking your damn life."

If Marc is surprised, he hides it well. His attention is on your hand, tucking in and clipping the ends of the bandage. Thumbing the edge of your shirt, he looks at you for permission. You nod, pushing up a bit with a barely hidden wince. Taking it off is quite the task with your limited movement, but Marc manages. When you're leaning back , he can't help but stare at you, mouth open in something close to horror. "That bad, huh", you quip after a single glance at his face, refusing to look down yourself. "What'd they do to you...", his voice sounds so small, almost broken. Fingers trail down your battered side in a feather light touch, trying to take stock of the shades of blue, purple and black that seem to cover most of your torso. "They'd have done worse to you", you answer like it was the simplest equation ever. "You need ice packs...I..I don't have ice", there's frustration in his voice. "S'fine", you wave him off with a grimace. "I'll be out of your hair in a few"

"Are you joking?", he whispers but his tone is feral. "You take out my killers, come to me like ...like this, and then you leave? That's it?"

Your lips are trembling, the tone making you cringe. "I don't know what more you want from me", you whisper in desperation. Marc gives you an incredulous look, throwing his arms up. "I need you to tell me", he talks louder."Tell me why someone who hates my fucking guts would do..this" He motions to your upper body. You shake your head slowly,"I never said I hated you, that's more of a you thing, and I get it. I'm too much of a liability."

"Liability?", he scoffs. "Sweetheart I'd pull my guts out through my nose and offer them up if that saved your life and this is all you come up with..liability?" The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them, and he regrets immediately. His confession hangs heavy in the air and your mouth is agape. You want to insist he didn't mean that, but you knew Marc well enough to know he always meant what he said...at least to you.

To you.

"Fuck", you curse out. "Fuck..no...all this time?" Marc is too scared to respond, terrified of rejection, terrified of being invalidated yet again, his eyes are wide and he's looking away. "All this time I thought I was the only one....you mean...we could've...", you whisper, sitting up despite the pain. Marc's eyes are immediately back on you, ready to tell you to lie back and relax, and your eyes meet. His are like a deer caught in headlights, and yours are yearning, desperate. You hold his hands in yours gently, hoping against hope as you almost whimper out,"Marc, do you not hate me?"

"Never", he says."Never did, never can" You curse out again, leaning forward and leaning your forehead against his. You're afraid he'll pull away, but he doesn't, and you just sit there quietly, sitting and soaking up comfort from each other. "I never hated you, dunno how you got that idea", you say slowly. "I thought you said that just because you hated me."

"You seemed so...annoyed when you had to work with me..that doesn't make sense? You questioned everything I did, picked apart all my decisions...", Marc is almost rambling

"I worried", you reply, letting your body sag, the lingering forehead touch feeling more intimate than anything you've ever experienced. "I didn't want to push myself on you, but I still worried, I didn't know how else to look out for you. You have the self preservation of a goldfish, Marc."

"You're in no position now to lecture me on self preservation", he mumbles. But there's no venom in his tone, it's almost soothing. He brings up a palm to cup your swelling cheek, touching the tips of your noses together. You sit like that for a while, till the posture becomes too straining for you. Muttering a quick apology, you lean back on the sofa. Marc watches you closely from below: the frown of pain, the parted swollen lips, the subtle rise and fall of your chest, the faint quivers in your flesh when pain shot trough. He desperately wants to hear you talk, he has so many questions, he wants to hug you so desperately. He wants to ask why you went off alone instead of sharing intel with him and teaming up. Another part of him reminds that's the exact thing he'd have done as well, lone wolf the whole thing just to keep you safe. The relationship he's thought all this while was built on dislike, sarcastic quips and unrequited affection had still been one of the very, very few relationships he had left. To know that it is mutual, and in a way as intense as his own feelings, is something Marc isn't sure he has processed yet. "I need...please stay till you're better?", he asks hopefully. His hand seeks your uninjured one and slowly links the fingers. You squeeze it, licking your dry lips,"Are you sure that...that is fine?" You so badly wanted to stay. To wake up to his presence instead of your dark empty apartment. To hold his hand when it hurt, instead of having to pick yourself up and dress wounds you could barely reach. To hug him as soon as you can, to kiss his tense brow and tell him everything will be okay.

"I am sure", Marc replies shortly, offering a tiny smile at the end. "I...want to apologize."

"This...isn't just guilt, is it?", you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You weren't accusing him, so much had happened so fast, your mind was reeling. "I don't think so, no", came an honest reply. He brings your hand to his lips and brushes his lips over your knuckles. "Stay, and I will prove to you this is more", he says.

That makes you chuckle. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Marc.", you speak softly, placing your bandaged wrist against his cheek. "Also, I don't think I can move anymore right now, so you're stuck with me tonight anyway."

He flashes a small grin at your attitude, "I still need to get you to bed though", he says almost apologetically, knowing that won't be a comfortable ordeal. "I'll get more supplies early tomorrow, for now I have some painkillers and...do you want a sleeping pill for tonight?"

"God yes, I'll take both. You're a lifesaver."

Marc presses another kiss to your knuckles, mumbling,"No, you"

(Whew, that was...a lot! Thanks to you @thatsthewrongwallcraig for helping me get the reader's character for this story. I have some idea for an epilogue(with more fluff and emotions), if ya'll would wanna read it...please lemme know!!)

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