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I think they were so worried about not getting a season 3 they ruined both the viewers expecting one and the viewers who would've liked it to end there. they've created an easily destroyable status quo because of course something needs to happen to get everyone back together for season 3. so it's not even a happy ending; it's so fragile, it's designed to fall apart the second that anyone learns that the show is back on. i get not wanting to bank on having a third season and wrapping it up but like. Galavant did that and did it better. WITH THE HEROES RETIRING AND THE TWO MINUTE MARRIAGE CEREMONY TO BOOT. But it gave an outline of where the plot might go from there and how the adventure will continue if it gets to. And it never got to, and season 2's ending is good because it's not /fragile/--it's not a cliffhanger, but you get the idea that they could keep going from there still. whereas this one didn't want to be a cliffhanger so much that they created the most breakable new status quo in history and if there is a season 3 it'll immediately be undone and I'll probably still watch it but like I'll /know/, y'know? They could fix everything in the first episode of season 3 and I'd still have to know that at one point, this was considered an acceptable outcome.

The thing that is driving me absolutely insane is they DID NOT HAVE TO DO THIS!

There's so many people looking at it like "well it's a shame that 2x08 clearly had to cram several episodes into one for budget reasons and it made the development weaker but that's the situation MAX put them in" and I cannot emphasize enough how much that is not true.

MAX did not break it to them after episodes 2x01 - 2x07 were written and half filmed that they would have to wrap up the whole plot in 30 minutes. Like absolute worst case scenario they had 10 eps mostly written and budget came back 20% over and they had to reduce to 8 total. More likely they knew they were getting 8 from the start.

It is absolutely nobody's fuck up except David Jenkins and his writers' room if they were unrealistic about what character beats were needed and would fit in the timeframe to reach a satisfying wrap up.

Worries about no S3 were on the table the moment it took until JUNE to get confirmation of S2. This wasn't sprung on them. If they wanted their story to have a "just in case" happy ending and then a "fully realized arc" happy ending, they should have fucking acted like it???

I was shocked when the first three episodes that dropped were so hardcore on destroying Edward's relationships and laying bare exactly how deep his issues went. It only made sense to me if they were going all in on getting a S3 and prepared to spend all of S2 focused on the implications of all that, and then the not-even two week in-universe timeline of the season reinforced my understanding that was happening.

"Shame we don't have time for our main couple to even start addressing their relationship or having moments of self-realization and sharing their issues," says guy who decided to make the first half of S2 about adding more problems on top of well established ones from S1 and the second half of S2 about throwing in a second breakup cycle instead of dealing with the fallout from the first.

Want Edward to end on a beat of feeling part of the found family? Well maybe adding a timeskip after 2x05 and then a crew chat in 2x06 where you make it clear he did an apology tour offscreen could help, but you also could have just not focused hard on him poisoning his relationship with every single one of them in the first place???

There's multiple different ways you can do Act 2 of a three act structure, and they did not have to choose one that ends on another dark cliffhanger beat or right at the open ended turning point toward growth? Like they didn't even do the one they picked in a way they could fit in their season. I feel like by the end of a struggles Act 2 both your protagonists need to have self-realized their issues and maybe had one conversation about it? Edward still wasn't talking about his guilt, and Stede wasn't talking about anything.

They aren't even at the turning point of growth and out of the backsliding / lessons learned era yet, that's why potential S3 will start on another backslide when status quo breaks and Stede starts "that's nice, dear"-ing Edward during the day and slipping out at night to vicariously listen to pirate stories or whatever (and they frame it like he's cheating).

We have two out of three seasons in a show that might only get two, and I feel like the characters have barely moved from their starting position.

Like idk maybe they are really good at coming up with character flaws - ex: Stede is repressed and bottles up his traumas until he mentally checks out / runs away - and just drawing blanks on how to believably "fix" them, but just going "well what if we just used this flaw to throw another miscommunication roadblock in their relationship?" is not getting them where they want to be.

The season was fundamentally designed against their stated goal and did not make what seem to be necessary writing concessions to the reduced screentime if they wanted their finale to land as an even plausibly happy ending. It's hollow.

And possibly not even salvageable in S3 since they aren't demonstrating the skills to salvage it.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd 2x08 #david jenkins #ask #ladyluscinia #ofmd meta #ofmd critical

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midnightsapphire · 1 year

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𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤 : In which Jake Sully was always the object of your desire from the moment you laid eyes on him, but when he gets thrusted head-first into the Avatar program in replacement of his deceased twin, you fight your hardest for him to desperately see you the way you see him.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 : pining, slow-burn, beginning human!jake x human!reader, eventual smut, violence, heavy angst, requited unrequited pining, jake is an ass sometimes, reader gets emotional, everyone is emotional tbh, mentions of jake and neytiri, oblivious jake, canon divergent (may add more)

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vv special thank you to @darksxder my love for dealing with my madness writing this 😩

—-

Jake was never the most studious, finding more excitement in ditching his own studies to chase whatever thrill he could find. He found himself falling behind in his academics, not that he minded much, allowing his twin brother, Tommy to receive the glory, the praise, the achievement in being the smarter, better twin. Oftentimes, Tommy would find himself filling into Jake’s absent spots when he could, picking up the slack for the both of them as Jake galavanted with his pointless cheap thrills.

“I wish I had picked Tommy to be my partner instead.” Jake heard next to him, tearing his eyes from his poorly doodled drawing of Alexander The Great to glance at the girl next to him, hair loosely tied at the back of her head, eyebrows furrowed in disgust as she poked and prodded at the lifeless body of the frog with her scalpel. Jake knew, her words held no malice as he smirked in response, swiping his finger along the slimy amphibian’s body to poke at the girl’s cheek with. She shrieked in horror, earning a harsh scolding from their teacher as (Y/N) shoved at his shoulder.

“Not cool, Sully.” She hissed, elbowing his arm as he laughed to himself, wiping his finger on the paper towels that littered the surface of their shared desk as he leaned his elbows along the edge, his eyes fluttering over her face as she held back the dry heaving from having to do all the work while he relaxed around.

“I said we could visit the cool recom facility but you were the one who insisted we show up.”

“We ditched last week-”

“And the week before that, and before that.” Jake droned on, earning another swat to his arm as he burst into laughter. He was never the most studious, but he made an effort for her. Tried his best to one up Tommy by raising his hand quicker- albeit giving the wrong answer every time, but he was still first.

It made everything worth it listening to her melodious giggle being muffled behind her hands.

“It makes me wonder if you’ll ever graduate, Jake.”

“Even if I don’t, I’ll be cheering the loudest for you and ‘lil Tommy.”

And cheer he did, letting out several hoots and hollers from his spot at the bleachers when (Y/N)’s name was called, the girl giving him a bright smile as she waved her folded diploma in the air. Jake sighed fondly to himself, earning a nudge from Tommy as they stood clad in their graduation cap and gowns.

“You have to tell her eventually. All those heart eyes you send each other are starting to make me sick.” Tommy teased his twin as Jake never ceased to tear his eyes from her, watching as she excitedly made her way to her seat a few rows away from them both, only turning around to shoot Jake a playful wink as she mouthed to him.

‘I’m so proud of you.’

—

Jake never did learn.

Opting to use his physique to join the marines, much to (Y/N)’s dismay as she followed alongside Tommy’s footsteps, jumping headfirst back into their academics and earning their PhD’s in almost no time. But never did (Y/N) cease to leave Jake behind, dragging him along to her study sessions, being the shoulder she needed when she stressed over her assignments that she neglected to finish before they piled too high for her.

It was a surprise to both him and Tommy, who had accompanied him in his little farewell, when he heard a screeching voice yell out Jake’s name. He barely had enough time to turn around before he was barreled into a tackling hug, thanking his own stability to steady the both of them as his arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s figure.

She had panted heavily, chest heaving to meet his own as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. “You can’t leave.” She whispered, nudging the skin of his neck with her nose as her hands held an iron grip on the back of his shirt. It had broken his heart, ripping it at the seams as he kissed the side of her head affectionately.

“I would never.. Not without saying goodbye to my favorite girl.” He whispered against her hair, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to memorize the shape of her body, the scent of her floral perfume that he would tease when she “sprayed so much he could taste it”, the sound of her voice ringing in his ears.

“I better be your only girl.” (Y/N) whispered back, their voices hushed, as if only meant for each other’s ears despite the ringing of the planes behind them and the chartered voices of other loved ones departing from their families. Jake only let out a breathless laugh as he dared to glance at his twin brother, who only shot him a knowing look as Jake solemnly pulled away to cradle (Y/N)’s face in his hands.

“Sweetheart.” Jake cooed, grazing the calloused pads of his thumbs against the apples of her cheeks, resting his forehead against hers as he heaved out a sigh. The words merely died at the tip of his tongue as he reeled back to lay a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“I promise you. I’ll come back and your face better be the first I see.” He said earnestly, his heart fluttering as he managed to pull a shaky giggle from her lips.

“Just.. Do one more thing for me.”

“Anything.”

“Would you please close your eyes? There’s.. no way I could walk away with you looking at me like that.” His voice was pleading, dropping to nothing but a whisper as she slowly did what he asked of her, his eyes painting every feature of her face into his mind as he slowly pulled away, letting his hands linger on her skin for just a little longer until the warmth slipped past his fingertips.

‘Take care of her.’ He mouthed to Tommy as he hurried to catch his plane, hands clenched along the straps of his backpack as he willed himself not to turn around, knowing all too well that he would drop everything to run back into her arms for just a bit longer.

—-

Parts of him wished he had.

The letters started frequently, almost every week. A new letter from (Y/N), the occasional one from Tommy as they updated him on their life back home. He was proud of everything they had accomplished, the things she had done to earn significance to her name. It made his heart soar whenever he had skimmed through her scribbled handwriting, tracing each letter carefully before rereading and rereading them in his moments of loneliness.

He kept every letter, every picture, tucked into the deepest parts of his pillowcase, opting to spend his sleepless nights gazing at the bright smile that crossed her face in every frame, showing off the laminated name tag on her lab coat with Tommy lingering in the background. They had done it, made names for themselves in their career while Jake?

Jake suffered more in silence, listening to the never ending beeping of the hospital monitors as they recorded his vitals, at least making sure he was alive and well.

----

To Jake, it didn’t seem like living any longer when he ignored the sympathetic looks of the soldiers as he wheeled himself up to the plane with his belongings weighing heavily on his lap. He had deemed himself too strong, too proud, practically untouchable.

But oh how the mighty fall just as hard, just as quickly.

He couldn’t face any of them, not after he heard the echoes of gunfire, the screams, barely feeling the sharp pain at the base of his spine before things had gone black. He had only remembered waking up to several doctors lingering at his head, breaking the tragic news to him that spiraled his life for the worst.

The letters soon stopped, not having the heart to break the news to the girl. His girl. Not having the heart to listen to the endless praise she held for his accomplishments, how proud she was of him for pushing through all his endeavors. Jake could no longer remember the last time he had spoken to her, hiding the withering pages under the bed in his single roomed apartment.

Jake only knew she had ventured along with Tommy to explore the legends of Pandora, something he had heard in the lingering conversations she shared with his twin brother that they assumed he tuned himself out of. He had heard from the whispers in the bars, surprised he had even bumped into old colleagues from high school as they bragged about (Y/N) and Tommy, the geniuses that were granted access into the famous Avatar program.

He felt envy seep into his heart, filling the cracks that were left the moment he had stepped on the plane. Parts of him wished he had tried harder, been better in his past to be able to say he could follow behind them.

But he couldn’t.

Jake could only watch the world wither along with himself as he spent whatever money he had on alcohol, gambling, anything to rid his mind of the lingering self pity he had felt for himself. Over the years, his upper body only grew leaner, never neglecting to increase his physical physique, but not much could be said for the lower half of his body. His legs that dragged him around for miles on end now skeletal, almost sickly as he heaved them to and fro whenever he needed to rise from bed, to dress himself.

He felt pathetic.

Women no longer looked at him with interest, not the kind he wanted. The moment they had seen the wheelchair in their view, pity only overtook their glances as they excused themselves from their conversation. Although, he never truly cared. His heart only yearned for the woman that had now been lightyears away from him, even more out of his reach as she traveled to another planet, leaving him behind.

He could have sworn he was losing his mind, blinking at every corner of his small apartment to see almost a shadow of her figure, almost haunting him, taunting him on what he could have had if only he wasn’t so hellbent on pushing her away. His eyes betrayed him when he had felt her hands on his chest, tracing small shapes onto the base of his pectoral, her smile radiating brightness that the large screen that took up a majority of his cramped apartment never could.

“What if we moved away? I saw some apartments down the block that weren’t as dingy and suffocating as this one.” (Y/N) giggled, her fingertips playing with the dog tags that dangled loosely on his neck.

“Can’t afford it, you know that.” Jake mumbled to her, glancing at him as he swore their noses almost brushed when he faced her, sculpting every part of her face that he could remember. She looked almost the same as he had last seen her, her features more sculpted, matured as he tried to visualize how beautiful she would be to him now.

Her hair was longer, just as he always told her he liked to see since he loved running his hands through them, how they tickled at his arms and cheeks when they stood too close for them to simply be just friends, her cheeks fuller, letting him know she was taking care of herself, her body growing into itself, her chest wider, legs thicker and longer, but still short enough for him to rest his chin upon.

At least before.

“We can do it, you know. Get out of here and make something of ourselves. A home for us. Wouldn’t you like that, jar-head?” She asked happily, resting her head against the spot above his beating heart, his head tilting down to bury his nose into the crown of her hair, inhaling her scent for as long as he could.

“I’d like that a lot.” He whispered into the air as he moved to glance down at her, his mind bringing him back to reality.

Leaving him in a cold, empty apartment again.

—

But it was a new day.

A new day, but the same repetition as Jake listened to the drunken cheers around him, balancing himself on the hind wheels of his wheelchair as he expertly balanced the shot glass in between the creases of his eyebrows. He listened to the deafening hollers as he downed the shot, allowing the familiar burn to sear down his throat as he held the empty cup in the air triumphantly.

He waved off the pats on the back, brushing them off behind him as he set the empty cup onto the counter. As the years passed by, Jake grew more aware, more attentive of his surroundings. He listened to everything around him, eyes narrowing as a heated argument between a woman and- who he guessed- was her company along the bar.

The moment a blow was sent along the woman’s cheek, Jake felt a blazing rage seep into his veins. His head tilted in contempt as he narrowly wheeled himself closer to the couple, not knowing what came over him as he grabbed the leg of the barstool, sending both him and the burly man to the floor as punches were thrown, screams were heard, and Jake again found himself being thrown out of the bar, hissing as the heavy metal of his wheelchair slammed against his back.

But he had no regrets, once again feeling the adrenaline course through his body as he turned to lay on his back, laughing to himself as the rain pelted down on his face.

(Y/N) would have been proud.

He opened his eyes when he had felt the rain stop cascading down his bruising face, a shadow looming over his body as he saw a shadowy figure towering over his laying frame, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes adjusted. He blinked away the droplets out of his eyes when he had seen (Y/N)’s radiating smile, something he couldn’t mistake. “Must be really fucked up in the head to see you, sweetheart.” He whispered under his breath, smiling to himself when he felt the ghost of her touch against his skin, tracing the growing stubble lining his jaw as he instinctively leaned into her.

“You’re being stupid again.” She giggled, crouching down to his battered body, brushing her fingers through his hair, and for once, Jake felt selfish, allowing himself to indulge in her presence even if it wasn’t really there.

“I thought I told you to take this easy, I need you in one piece, you know?” (Y/N) teased as he let out a breathless laugh, hand reaching up to trace her cheek with the back of his hand, the softness of her skin burning at his knuckles as she beamed down at him, the corner of her eyes crinkling, eyes almost shut and he feared her jaw with hurt with how wide she was gleaming at him, like he held her world in his hands, like she was his world.

“Miss you so much.” Jake whispered into the air, eyes fluttering shut once again when he remembered the touch of her forehead against his, reminiscing in the warmth that radiated her off her skin, the gentleness that he knew only she held for him.

“Then come back to me.” And just like that when he opened his eyes, she was gone.

—-

Jake didn’t know what he had done in his life, or any past life to deserve the karmic disbelief the world had given him one after the other. Not long after the adrenaline had left his body, he found himself wheeling down the grueling halls of the recom facility, being led by two RDA agents that informed him about an incident that had happened to his own twin brother.

He could only watch as his own face stared back at him, lifeless, cold, empty. “Oh, Tommy.” Jake mumbled under his breath, only helplessly watching as they wheeled Tommy’s body into the incinerator, watching as the orange flames roared to life as he was escorted out of the facility, the questions lingering at the tip of his tongue.

“(Y/N)? She’s a scientist too, and worked alongside Tommy for as long as I’ve known them. She alright?” Jake found himself asking as the agents simply brushed off his questions, only informing him of Tommy’s life work, the life he had ripped away from him, the funds that were put into the project, and how yet again it had to fall into the hands of the only other person closest to the man.

A second choice to fall back on.

—

For three grueling years, Jake trained day and night, letting his body readjust to the lack of physical strain he had put on himself throughout the years. Day and night his questions went unanswered, only returned with more exercises and tasks that weighed heavily on his body. But he endured, knowing how much was at stake, how much was compensated for him, how much closer he could be to the woman he had left years ago.

Five years, nine months, and twenty-two days later, Jake could only find himself awoken on a ship along with a few others that were granted access into the Avatar Program. He felt out of place, outcasted from the rest that thoroughly earned their ways into the facility while him? He had it fall into his lap at the expense of his deceased brother.

His mind grew blank at all the information thrown at him, barely had time to register anything before exopacks were thrusted into his chest, the dangers of the planet itself, the natives that inhabited it, much to his obvious distaste. He was a soldier, not easily swayed by the natives and the threats they faced, by the incredulous looks of the scientists that he knew looked down at him though they never said it to his face.

But he knew the looks. He grew up with the same distasteful and hesitant looks thrown at him all his life.

Jake could only glance around the lab in wonder, the many machines and tables scattered around the room as scientists darted in and out. He was only followed alongside a lanky man, introducing himself as Norm Spellman, not that Jake would ever bother to remember it.

“I knew your brother. He was- He was a good man.” Norm had said, giving Jake a tight lipped smile that he could only return with a nod of his head.

“He was great-” Jake started, only interrupted by a gust of air, scientists pushing past him hurriedly as a woman emerged from the chamber. He had known nothing of anyone, of anything happening around him as he followed behind, looking on in confusion as the woman, who was important enough to leave Norm speechless, glared down at the two of them as she had lit a cigarette in between her lips.

“This is what they give me to work with?” The woman spoke, blowing the smoke into the air as Jake fought the urge to cough, waving the vapor away from his face as Norm whispered in awe.

“That’s Grace Augustine.” He mumbled, in shock at the confusion still written on the ex-marine’s face.

“She’s the leader of the Avatar Program.” Norm gushed, falling onto deaf ears as Grace closed the gap between them, her features distastefully narrowing in on Jake as he sat up straighter in his hair.

“This is the replacement they give me? Do you even have any experience in the field?” She scoffed in disbelief as Jake shrugged his shoulders, a lazy smirk gracing his features as he laid his hands on his lap.

“I dissected a frog once.” He said simply, leaning back in his chair as a baffled Grace threw down her cigarette, her eyes enflamed with disbelief and rage as she moved to saunter closer to the wheel chaired man.

“I think you mean I dissected it. Last time I checked, you only watched.” Jake heard from behind him, his head nearly snapping as he reeled to look at the voice, the source only giving him a small half smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. Jake felt his chest cave within himself, lips parting as he met with the familiar eyes he longed to see in anything more than photos.

His girl.

“Hello to you too, Jarhead.”

---

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 4 months

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Futaba Sakura and Makoto niijima (separate) with a delinquent boyfriend that they find out is actually extremely smart like a futaba level genius but they cover it up and intentionally get average or bad grades. The reason is that in the past they were made fun of and an outcast throughout their life because of how smart they are.

I would like you to consider this your Christmas Gift from me to you my friend, I've been working on this for a while to get the style just right.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

You and Futaba ran into each other through the most random of chances.

On a day she came into LeBlanc a tad later than usual, the bell rang as you stepped in, knuckles skint up, and wiping blood from your nose.

Sojiro, of course, gave you flack about how beat up you were.

You in turn teased him about his habit of adopting whatever downtrodden kids walked through his door.

Meanwhile, Futaba was wondering who in the world you were, and debating if this was the opportunity to try and put into practice what her and Joker were working on.

Then Sojiro asked her to grab the first aid kit under the bar.

And Futaba decided to at the very least try.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“H-here you go!” Futaba stuttered as she gave Sojiro the small white case from under the bar.

“Thanks Futaba.” Sojiro said with a smile as he went to open the box before clicking his tongue.

“Damn, I knew I should’ve checked this when I went to grab some things for the shop.” Sojiro muttered.

“Hey, Futaba, do you mind keeping an eye on this jackass?” Sojiro asked, giving you the side eye as he spoke.

“S-sure I can, Sojiro!” Futaba responded.

This was her chance… to talk to another person!

“Thanks, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to. This guy however has a bad habit of running off to galavant, kinda like that other guy in a way.” Sojiro groaned as he turned to grab his hat from off the hanger.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Futaba fidgeted nervously on the stool as she looked at you.

“How the hell am I supposed to do this!” Futaba screamed in her head before her eyes locked onto your jacket’s pocket.

A featherman pin…

Futaba could work with this!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

After that, the two of you hit it off quickly.

As it turns out, tv makes great conversation starters.

As it also turns out, you were a lot sharper than Futaba gave you credit for.

Almost as sharp as her if not just as.

It makes her wonder what you're doing as a delinquent…

Eh, who cares.

…

Okay, Futaba cared.

Especially when she told Sojiro how she felt after you left.

Because that's when Sojiro started teasing her about having her first crush.

And after the allotted period of denying and panicking over it, Futaba was forced to admit.

She did, in fact, have a crush.

On someone who liked the same things she did.

She applauded herself for having such good taste.

So, after a lot of prodding and poking from Joker and Sojiro, she managed to gather up the courage to ask to have dinner with you at LeBlanc.

It snowballed from there.

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“Hey… if you don’t mind me asking, why are ya a delinquent?” Futaba asked as she kicked her legs in the air while reading Manga.

“I’m not a delinquent, I’m a-” You began before saying in union with Futaba.

“Alternative School Security!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I don’t think most security guards would beat the heck out of anyone who tried to bully others. Probably.” Futaba stated.

“Well, it's a boring story, not something that will keep you entertained.” You said as you leaned back in your chair.

“Try me, mister delinquent~!” Futaba teased.

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Within the next few minutes, Futaba Sakura was ready to absolutely murder a lot of people.

Why would they do that?

Why?

That's just cruel!

Futaba knew what the Phantom Thieves' next mission in Mementos would be!

Oh she was gonna absolutely throttle those shadows!

You made an impression on Makoto when the two of you first met.

More specifically, you made an impression on some guy's face.

Several guys in fact.

You see, when the two of you met.

Makoto Nijimia, was being mugged.

Then you, the local delinquent stepped in.

And seeing as this was your turf…

You doled out some… fitting punishment for those trespassers.

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Makoto prepared to step in as the first and leader of the men charged you.

She may not be in the metaverse, but she still does know how to fight.

However, Makoto learned quickly that you did not need any help from her when you dodged the first punch and countered by hitting him with an uppercut to the chin that sent him stumbling back and then another punch to the nose which knocked him out cold.

Needless to say, the two minions of that man ran off immediately after.

Or they attempted to, as it turns out being clotheslined and having a bent metal pipe tossed at someone tends to stop the person on the receiving end of that in their tracks.

You were content to leave it at that.

Unfortunately, a pretty lady with short hair and who was also a stickler for rules decided otherwise.

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“So then, get mugged around here often?” You asked the young woman next to you.

“I am SO sorry about this…” Makoto groaned as she put her face in her hands.

“Oh don’t worry, I just love spending my nights in handcuffs!” You stated sarcastically as you raised your hands from the table, or as far as you could with your hands cuffed to it.

As it turns out, a known delinquent walking into the Police Station with three unconscious guys and an innocent young woman tends to send the wrong message.

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And that's how you and Makoto Niijima met.

Needless to say, you and Makoto were attached at the hip after that.

Then one thing led to another and then the two of you just…

Started dating.

It wasn’t really anything big, it just… happened.

Then Makoto noticed something.

All of your schoolwork was…

Exceedingly average…

Everything was actually perfectly average…

To the exact point…

This warrants a call to a friend.

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“Hey, Futaba, can you check something for me?” Makoto asked Futaba over the phone.

“Sure ya can Queenie! Is this about your new beau?” Futaba teased.

“H-how did you- *Sigh* Yes, it is. I need you to check his grades, his all time grades.” Makoto told her friend with a sigh.

Futaba was silent on the other side of the line for a moment.

Then Makoto heard Futaba let out a whistle.

“Wow! This guy is good! Really, really, really, good!” Futaba exclaimed excitedly.

“Wha-” Makoto tried to speak before being cut off by Futaba.

“Aces in everything, on every assignment, every test, in every subject, and I mean everything, and a spotless record to boot! At least until… last year. Then it's all perfectly average work, and constant write ups about getting into the middle of fights and punching bullies out.” Futaba told Makoto, the clacking of a keyboard coming through the speaker of her phone.

“Looking at this guy’s record… Makoto, be sure to avoid telling him what your after school job is, yeah? I don’t doubt the shift manager would want the help, but Mona probably wouldn’t be all that happy with a new guy to drive around.” Futaba told Makoto, warning her about the way you might react to the Metaverse if exposed to it.

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Shortly following this conversation, Makoto asked you about your grades.

You dodged the questions as best as you could, but Makoto, your wonderful girlfriend, continued to press the question.

It took her a little while, but you did answer.

You told her about how, once upon a time, you were the top of your class, unparalleled in basically anything you learned, constantly earning the highest possible grades with ease and even used as a shining example of what a good student should be.

But then, at the beginning of the last school year, the perception around you turned sour due to envy.

A group of bullies started harassing you and, no matter what you said or tried, the school did nothing.

So, you dropped out of the spotlight, avoided the reputation you had and managed to transfer schools.

After that, you gained a new reputation for completely average work and stopping bullies that the school would refuse to do anything about.

The rest, as they say, is history.

In response to this, Makoto asked only for the names of the bullies and the teachers.

By this point you already figured out what Makoto’s “After School Job” was.

But that doesn’t mean you didn’t give her the names without any lip.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The following day, you received a series of calls and texts.

All of them being apologies.

All of them from the people who bullied you.

#futaba sakura #futaba x reader #futaba sakura x reader #makoto nijima x reader #makoto niijima #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader

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dotster001 · 10 months

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Do you have a leona fic? I don't know if you actually have one or if I'm just confused

Oh boy, do I!

Time for an unofficial Leona Kingscholar Masterlist. 😂 Hope this helps!

These are just regular fics/requests

When the Lion Disappears- Leona x reader. It's a bad sign when your boyfriend "vanishes"

Kitty Cat- Leona x reader. Leona didn't realize that a portal that could take you back and forth would mean he'd have another cat to compete with

Tsum Leona- Leona x reader. What happens when his tsum gives you a gift?

These are ones from various follower events

Leona with A Rio Voleri S/O

Prompt: they have the heart of a lion

Prompt: a genuine princess is exceedingly rare

A Tale in Which Leona Looks out for a "Friend", and that Friendship becomes something more

In this Harem, We Self Care; A tale where Jamil, Leona, and Jade have to get their Shit Together

Here is a fic from an October prompt list where he was feature

Other Masterlists where you can find Leona Content

Galavant AU

Headcanons masterlist

Twisted Earth Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #just some thoughts #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #ask me stuff

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Blue Dhalia

Pairing: Avenger Loki x jotun Female reader

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, nightmares, angst, self hatred, poor self image, abduction, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Summary: you believe you had made some progress with Loki, as the team comes to you with a plan....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This next part inspired by my dear friend @vbecker10 's story "shadows of the Past." Thank you so so much!!! 💙

Part Five -- Part Six-

Loki lossened his tie, sliding the knot down sighing as the elevator climbed up. He hoped deep down you had already left, off to galavant around the universe with that complete idiot. The less he saw you the better. He had spent too long trying to move on from his past to be reminded of it everyday. Every time your soft skin touched his, the way your dark ruby eyes searched his, the deep blue of your skin reminding him of flowers in spring....he shook his head, trying to clear the images as the elevator dinged.

He walked out, sliding his jacket off freezing seeing your small form, lying curled in a ball by his door, a thin layer of frost on the carpet and wall around you. Furrowing his eyebrows he quietly walked past you, peering into the sitting room seeing no one. Did they leave her here he thought, looking back down at you. He opened his door, tossing his jacket on a chair, coming back out to the hallway he quietly opened your door before leaning down, lifting you into his arms. Your face nuzzling into his neck as he angled you through the door, careful not to wake you.

"Loookkiiii..." you groaned, pressing yourself further into him making him look down at you, your eyes still closed, your long eyelashes brushing gently against your cheek, you were dreaming. "Yes darling, I'm here." He whispered, shifting you in his arms to get you into the bedroom. "D...dont....go...." you sighed, rubbing your cheek against his chest making him smile. "I'm not leaving." He whispered back, walking to the side the bed, slowly lowering you down adjusting your head on the pillow as you rolled to the side hugging it. He walked to the closet, pulling a thin blanket out shaking out before gently laying it over you hearing you hum.

He carefully slid his hand under your pillow, genlty pulling your gloves off, stepping back setting them on the nightstand he looked down at you. "N..no...I don't want to..." you mumbled furrowing your eyebrows. "You don't want to what y/n?" He whispered leaning closer "mmm don't...I can't..." you mumbled again. "What can't you do?" He asked watching you grip the pillow tighter "cant..leave loki..." you sighed, bringing your knees up. Loki stood there staring at you you didn't want to leave him? He thought hearing a soft snor come from you. He reached his hand out, hovering over your head he hesitated before gently pushing your hair back with his finger tips "you can stay y/n, as long as you like." He whispered seeing you smile.

He walked to the door, checking the temperature as he switched the light off, glancing back at you before walking through your living room, stepping into the hallway carefully closing the door, his head jerking up hearing the elevator ding.. "Brother, there your are." Thor said smiling "sshh! Keep it down, y/n is sleeping!" He hissed as Thor stopped in front of him "my apologies, I only wished to ask if you would care to partake with me?" He asked holding up a small flask. "As long as you are quiet." Loki snapped, walking into his room, thor following closing the door behind him.

"Why didn't y/n go with your friends?" Loki asked slipping his tie from his neck "she did not want to, Mantis believes she needs more time to adjust, away from..." Thor trailed off sitting on the couch as Loki took the chair in front of him. Thor took a drink from the flask passing it to Loki "Norns I miss that." Loki sighed taking a large drink. "Tell me brother, I thought you hated our visitor. Would it not be better if she left?" Thor asked as they passed the flask back and forth "I...I do not hate her Thor." Loki said rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Then what is it? Because I knew she likes you, quite alot." Thor said wiggling his eyebrows "don't be a child Thor, she is simply enamored with me, that is all." Loki snapped taking another drink. "Mm..I don't know, you didn't see the way she looked when you left earlier." Thor said smiling.

Thor leaned forward pressing his elbows on his knees "Loki, all I am saying is maybe give her a chance." He said looking at Loki "she is a sweet girl, and you deserve to be happy." He said. "Thor..." loki groaned sitting back "ok, ok...I will stop, just...think about it yeah?" He said sitting back. "I shall...consider what you say." Loki said taking another drink. "Come brother, let's go play that game where you throw those sharp things at the board on the wall." Thor said standing up "it is called darts you oaf, and you know I will best you." Loki smiled standing up "we shall see after a few more drinks." Thor said nudging his side making him groan "lead the way." Loki said following Thor down the hall to the elevator glancing at your door as they walked past, remembering the look on your face as he left earlier, the ding bringing him back to now as he walked in, pushing the button to go down deciding he did have a lot to think about.

You sat at the counter, sipping your tea thinking about the last few days. Since the night you fell asleep in the hall and woke up in your bed Loki had been...softer was the best way you could put it. He talked to you more, granted it still wasn't very often but it was something. Occasionally you would catch him looking at you before he gave you a small smile and looked away. He seemed more patient, less angry. You weren't sure what happened but you didn't care, you loved spending time with him and would gladly accept any he offered.

You set your cup down, a smile spreading across your face remembering the other day as you sat on the couch looking at a book he had leant you when he came over, leaning over the back as his long arm stretched over you, explaining a certain part on the page. His long fingers following the words, his deep voice in your ear making your face heat up feeling his breath on your neck, looking up into his deep emerald eyes seeing him smile. You had never felt like this before, atleast that you could remember, but all you knew is you wanted to spend every minute in his company.

You heard the elevator, bringing you from your daydream as you got up, running to the hall. Loki had left yesterday on a mission and was supposed to be back today or tomorrow at the latest, deflating seeing Thor steeping out smiling. "Ah y/n, glad your awake, I need to speak to you." He said walking down the hall, stepping back seeing another man with him "its ok, this is Steve, do you remember him?" He asked as you looked him up and down "is he the one with the shield, with the star?" You asked seeing Thor nod "yes, he's the leader of the team." He said, clapping the man on the back. "Y/n, listen is there a way I could talk to you for a second?" The man asked as you nodded, leading them to the couch "i..is loki ok?" You asked sitting in the large chair by the window "oh yes, hes quite alright, he should be back tomorrow." Thor smiled sitting down.

"Listen, y/n the reason I wanted to talk to you was we just received Intel that HYDRA is operating a new base near by and we need your help." The man said as you looked down fidgeting with your gloves. "H...how can I help? I was only a prisoner, I don't know anything about them." You said looking between them. "Well see, that's the thing. They're still looking for you." He said looking at Thor "and we were hoping you could lure them out." He said looking back at you. Your heart sped up thinking about what they had done to you "y/n, it would be a simple in and out, and we'll be there to make sure nothing happens." He continued as you looked at Thor "w..will Loki be there?" You asked feeling your anxiety rise "no, we have to do this now and he will not return in time, but I will be there to ensure you are safe my lady." Thor said smiling again.

You looked to the floor, the thought of being trapped there again...the small cage you were kept in...the hunger you felt when you "misbehaved"...the heat..."i...umm...I don't know." You said shakely hearing your voice crack "please y/n, this is our only shot at this." The man asked watching you. "A..and I'll be ok...they won't take me?" You asked digging your fingers in your palm "no, they will not take you." The man said stenrly. "O..ok, I guess.." you trailed off as the man jumped up "Thank you y/n, we leave in 20 minutes, I'll get the jet ready." He said running to the elevator. "Do not worry y/n. Everything will be fine." Thor said standing up. You nodded, standing with him as you both walked to the elevator seeing him push the button.

You walked out where the jet was, seeing the other man in his bright blue uniform, his shield on his back waving you both over. You walked up the ramp, looking around sitting down in the closest seat "ok strap in, we'll be there in just a few minutes." The man said walking to the front as Thor sat down next to you. You looked up at him seeing him smile again "you do that alot." You said seeing him furrow his eyebrows "do what y/n?" He asked "smile...you smile alot." You said hearing him laugh "I guess I do." He said looking forward. "Where we are going there is alot of activity. We are going to have you walk down the street, getting their attention. We are confident one of them will follow you and we will capture them." Thor said, your stomach flipping as the jet took off.

You weren't sure how long you sat there when you felt the jet touch down. "Ok y/n, has Thor gone over the plan?" The man asked walking back to you "yes, he did." You said standing up "any questions." He asked hitting the button for the door "no...I don't think so." You said as you walked down the ramp "I will not be far y/n." Thor said coming up next to you. You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your middle you slowly walked towards the center of town, glancing over your shoulder seeing the ramp close. "It's ok y/n, you can do this, put this in your ear so I can hear you." Thor said patting your shoulder handing you a small black device as he walked ahead of you, making it to town before you.

You made it into town, slowly walking down the sidewalk you put the device in your ear hearing thors voice "can you hear me y/n" he asked making you glance around "y..yes, where are you?" You asked walking down the sidewalk "I am across the street, your doing fine just keep going." He said as you looked ahead, seeing a few people staring at you making you shiver. You turned, looking into the window of a shop when you heard a loud boom behind you, looking back seeing a ball of fire and smoke across the street "run y/n..." Thors voice crackled in your ear "it was a trap, get back to the jet!" He yelled as you turned around, ready to run when two large hands grabbed your shoulders

"well well, hello snowflake." The voice sending a shock through you, freezing you in place as you looked up seeing the man in the white coat "I've missed you." He purred griping your arms tighter, looking over your shoulder as you felt a jolt of pain in your neck, your vision blurring as your knees weakened "don't worry snowflake, we'll be home soon....take her." He said as your body went limp, feeling someone lift you up as darkness consumed you.

Thor stormed off the jet, Steve running to catch up "you told me she would be fine, you assured me.." Thor said wrenching the door open stomping down the hall. "I thought she would be!" Steve yelled behind him as Thor hit the button for the elevator. "Yes well, what are we going to do now?" Thor asked stepping inside hitting the button "we will find her Thor, don't worry." Steve said standing next to him. "What if something happens to her?" Thor asked looking at Steve. "It's going to be ok, we will get her back, I swear." Steve said sternly "easy for you to say, you do not have to explain this to Loki." Thor sighed rubbing his temples. He walked out of the elevator heading to his room, he had no idea what he was going to tell Loki and less then a day to figure it out....

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atlabeth · 2 years

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doc - steve harrington

summary: After Steve takes a beating in the Upside Down, he lets the group's resident doctor (in theory) take a look at his injuries. It turns out the best way to get close to the girl you like is nearly dying.

a/n: isn't it funny that as soon as i say i have no inspiration to write for stranger things this comes to me out of nowhere. like so funny right 😐😐 anyways enjoy

wc: 3.2k

warning(s): some stevie insecurities, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic, probably inaccurate medical stuff, bad writing

The moment Steve crossed the threshold of your house, he stumbled. If it weren’t for your continued insistence that he needed your help winning over his continued insistence that he was fine, he would’ve taken a nasty fall.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, and just as quickly as he felt his legs give out beneath him you were there to support him. You hoisted his arm around your shoulders to help him get back on his feet, and though he could tell you were trying your best to act impassive, you still let out a small grunt as almost his full body weight was put against you. “Can you walk?”

He nodded, not completely sure, but he was more concerned about you than himself at the moment. “To your sofa? Probably.”

“Good enough for me,” you muttered.

His legs still felt wobbly, but the two of you managed to make it work as you equal parts walked, hobbled, and stumbled over to your destination. Steve practically fell on the sofa the moment he lost your support—it turned out his little galavant around the Upside Down had taken a bigger toll on him than he’d thought.

Right. The Upside Down.

You, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all had the privilege of journeying through the alternate dimension—not by choice, exactly, but an enjoyable time nonetheless—and after nearly escaping death a fair amount of times, you just barely managed to make it out with your lives. With the combination of the demobats, the barely breathable atmosphere, the vines connected to the hive mind all over the place, and Vecna’s last minute possession of you to get his message across—well, with how lucky they all got, Steve figured his next stop had to be a gas station for a lottery ticket.

But he had gotten torn up to hell and back by those bats, and the second you were out of the Upside Down you insisted on taking Steve back to your place to clean, redress, and check on his injuries.

(When you said you wanted to take him back to your house, Steve had grinned at you. “Takin’ me back to your place, huh? I like the sound of that.” When you presented bleeding out in Eddie’s trailer as his other option, his bravado dropped pretty quickly.)

And so that was why Steve was here, in the house of his kinda-sorta-maybe crush, trying to figure out how to make a move in the midst of this makeshift doctor’s checkup.

You crouched down in front of him, and Steve smiled as you tried to work out a knot in your shoulder without him noticing. “How do you feel?” you asked.

“Uh, like a mess,” he said, and he pushed himself up against the pillows to avoid the crick in his neck that was already forming. He winced at the movement, screwing his eyes shut as a jolt of pain shot through him. Now that he was fully out of danger and the unhealthy amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins was gone, Steve was feeling the full extent of his injuries. It did not feel particularly good. “Like I got fucked up by a ton of demon bats.”

You chuckled and went to move aside his vest. But your fingers had barely touched the denim when you froze, your wide eyes staring right at him. “Uh—is this okay? To— to take it off, I mean. So I can see the full extent of your injuries.”

Steve couldn’t help but grin, the slightest bit smug, at your reluctance. He was pretty sure he could’ve been dying in front of you and you would still ask. “Go ahead, doc. S’long as you’re not doing it to ogle me.”

Your eyebrows shot all the way to your hairline, and it was completely adorable. Your hand darted back immediately and you stood up, clearing your throat as you hurried over to your kitchen. He couldn’t help but chuckle—how could he not tease you when you reacted like this?

“Do it yourself,” you said, and you started rifling through your cabinets. “I need to find some stuff to make sure you don’t die from… whatever those things might’ve had. Interdimensional rabies, or Upside Down tetanus or something.”

He frowned as he shrugged out of the vest—he made a mental note to give that back to Eddie. “Robin said the same thing. Do you think I… actually have rabies?”

You snorted. “No, idiot. I’m just joking.”

“Right,” he nodded, “right. Me too.”

You laughed, and Steve smiled at the sound of it. He made another mental note, to ask you out when all of this was over. There was something about nearly dying that put everything into perspective.

“Uh, are your parents home?” It probably wasn’t the best thing to ask in this situation, but hey—the last thing he needed was some overprotective dad coming downstairs and seeing his daughter and a shirtless guy. Steve knew that context wasn’t really needed for him to get kicked out.

You shook your head. “Nope. They’re both at work until 5—we’re good for a while.”

He nodded. “That’s a relief.”

“Back to the subject: I don’t think you have anything,” you said. “But I do think you’re gonna need to take it easy for a while. You could’ve really fucked up some stuff—I mean, we have no idea if those bats are venomous, and they bit you a ton of times.”

“I’m also kinda screwed if they’re poisonous,” Steve said with a frown. “I bit one of ‘em—got its blood all in my mouth. Really disgusting.”

You sighed. “Great. Even better.”

“How do you know all of this?” Steve asked, trying to lighten up the mood. But then he glanced down at his injuries, grimacing at just the sight of it, and he understood why you were so worried—those bats really got him. “What, did you really pay attention in health?”

You made a dismissive noise. “No. I, uh, I wanted to study pre-med, but I can’t really afford to go to med school, so all this is just my own interest and research combined with the classes I could take at Hawkins. I’m CPR certified though, if that makes you feel better?”

He chuckled. “I trust you. Don’t worry.”

“Famous last words,” you joked.

“It’s actually pretty cool that you learned all this on your own, though.” Steve watched you as you walked back over, a bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of off-brand aspirin, and a roll of paper towels wrapped up in one arm, as well as a glass of water in your free hand. “Does that mean I should stop calling you doc?”

“No!” you exclaimed, and you blinked as if you didn’t expect it to come out that strongly. “I mean, no. You don't have to. I— I like it.”

“Good,” he said with a smile. Flustering you was becoming one of his favorite things. “I like it too.”

You cleared your throat yet again, which Steve was realizing was your favorite way to segue, and you set down the four items on the table. “Take two pills out of whatever kind you like better and get them down with water, then finish that glass. You’re probably—no, definitely— severely dehydrated.”

“You got it, doc.” Steve did as you said, only wincing a bit as he swallowed the pills from his minor brush with strangulation.

Satisfied, you got up and went to the bathroom. A minute and a lot of rustling later, you came back holding a pretty big first aid kit. You opened it, taking out gauze pads, bandages, a small bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and some cotton balls. You took his glass of water and went back into the kitchen, returning with two refilled cups.

“Finish this again,” you said, handing it to him. “Don’t need you fainting on me.”

He smiled. “I’d never.”

You rolled your eyes, but you kneeled down next to the couch and looked at him. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “whatever you like.”

You coughed and turned away for a moment, and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were so easy to tease, and so damn cute when you got all flustered. How could he not?

“Sorry,” he said, not that sorry. “Yeah, you can. Whatever you gotta do to make sure I don’t die.”

“Thank you,” you said, and Steve was sure that if he wasn’t so injured, you would have smacked him for that.

You touched your fingers lightly against his chest, and he immediately winced. “Does that hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“How much? Scale of one to ten.”

“A six. I think.”

You nodded. “Well… Hold your breath, or find something to bite down on. Because this might hurt a little more.”

You took a gauze pad out of the package and dipped it into the water cup, then started to carefully clean his wounds. There was a mixture of dirt, dust, blood, and general Upside Down muck all over—you looked the same way, and somehow you made it look good—but you slowly worked through it all. Every so often he would wince when you got too close to one of the bites, but you always apologized.

“I think you are the luckiest person alive,” you murmured after a while, tossing another dirty gauze pad into the growing pile on the table. The pack in the first aid kit was new, and you’d gone through two thirds of it just from cleaning up Steve. “These don’t look like they’re infected, somehow. Guess my shoddy work out there helped some.”

“And I am eternally grateful,” he said. “Dying in the Upside Down from some rabid demon bats was not really on my bucket list.”

You laughed. “That’s good. It’s not on mine either.”

“Now that I’m all cleaned up,” Steve said, “what’s the verdict, doc?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” you said. “At least, I think. We should really be getting you to a hospital—”

“Not an option,” he interrupted, shaking his head, “unless you wanna answer a lot of questions.”

You sighed at his assertion but continued anyway. “Like I said, they’re not infected, which is a miracle. And as far as I can tell, there’s no sign of poison. You’re not too hot—”

“Rude.”

“—or too cold,” you said with more emphasis, slightly annoyed at his second interruption, “your breathing is fine, and you seem pretty lucid. Just to be sure, though—” you held up four fingers. “How many fingers?”

“Four,” he answered.

“Who’s the current president?”

“Reagan.”

“What school did you go to?”

“Hawkins High School.”

“Whose house is this?”

“The hottest girl in town.”

“Steve.”

“What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

You rolled your eyes, but he could still see your slight smile even as you glanced away. “Okay, then. I think that means you’re good. You just need to rest—take it easy.”

“What?” Steve frowned. “Vecna is still running and we have no idea how to take him down. All of Hawkins is in danger, Max is in danger—we can’t just stop for a little nap in between it all.”

“And we won’t,” you agreed. “You’ve done a lot, Steve, and we all appreciate it. But if you go out again, you could get yourself killed. And you won’t be able to help anyone six feet under.”

“I’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I’ve done all this before—I’ve dealt with all this interdimensional shit before. If anything, you’re the one that should be sitting out! The medic doesn’t go out into the field, and you won’t be any help six feet under either. I’m not losing you, doc.”

“I’m not the one with all these injuries!” you exclaimed. “You can’t go out and do what we just did again—you have serious wounds, wounds that need to be professionally examined, by the way, and you were nearly strangled to death by those bats. That could have affected your windpipe, or arteries in your neck—god, you could have brain damage, Steve!”

He chuckled. “That’s not the first time someone’s said that to me.”

“Steve,” you said sternly, “this is serious. If we didn’t get there in time, you would’ve died. And—” you swallowed thickly, biting down on your lip as your eyes glimmered— “and I don’t know what I would’ve done if you did. You scared us, Steve—you scared me.”

Wait a second.

Was that genuine emotion in your voice? Genuine emotion, and—and near tears, when you were talking about him?

People didn’t cry over Steve Harrington. They laughed at him, joked around with him, insulted him, put him in his place. He was a fun guy to be around, to hang out with, to go home at the end of the night, but he wasn’t a guy you kept around. He wasn’t a guy you cared about.

And yet here you were, taking valuable time out of your day to help him with his injuries, possibly about to cry over Steve Harrington.

Maybe his feelings weren’t as unrequited as he imagined.

“Well…” his voice was softer than he expected when it came out, “you scared me, doc. Back there, right when you were about to climb out, when Vecna got you?” Steve shook his head. “That was terrifying. There were no warning signs, you just froze, and your eyes rolled back—god, I thought you were gonna start floating next. I thought you were dead, and I thought I was gonna have to watch it happen.”

“But I’m okay.” You took the gauze pad away from his injuries as you looked at him, right at him, and all he could think about was how beautiful your eyes were, how beautiful you were, and how thankful he was that you were still alive. “And you’re okay too, thank god, but it won’t last if you keep throwing yourself right into danger. You could’ve very easily not been okay.”

“You could’ve very easily not been okay!” he said, his voice rising without him even noticing. “You’re lucky Vecna only wanted to scare you instead of snap you in half!”

Your eyes widened, maybe just from his choice of words or the way his tone changed, but Steve immediately regretted it either way.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I— I’m sorry. I’m not mad, just… scared. I’m glad nothing happened to you.”

“I guess we both got lucky,” you said quietly.

Steve nodded. “…Guess so.”

You cleared your throat yet again. “Can you sit up and turn around without any discomfort? I need to clean up your back too.”

He carefully got up and turned, crossing his legs so he could sit, and thankfully, it didn’t hurt as much just sitting there in the open air. Maybe it was the aspirin, maybe it was the fact that his injuries were actually being treated. He liked to believe it was because you were treating them.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s fine.”

The silence hung between you for a while as you worked on Steve’s injuries, and after you finished cleaning them you started applying Neosporin. His wounds might not have been infected now, but you wanted to keep it that way. The silence was only interrupted every so often when he would wince aloud and you would apologize, or when you warned him that something was going to hurt. Despite the small outburst, there was only the slightest bit of tension. Steve was the one who broke it, though.

“I can’t sit out while the rest of you do all the work,” he said. “I know it’s stupid, and it goes against your doctor instincts, but I have to see this through. After all Vecna, or— or 001, or Peter, whoever the hell he told you he is— after all he’s done, I can’t just let you guys take him down without me. I have to be there.”

“Steve…”

“I know. But I have to.” He couldn’t look back at you, but the meaning was still there. “You’re part of this team now, which means you’re gonna be out there. And if you’re out there, I’m gonna be by your side. It’s non-negotiable.”

“Stand up,” you said, veering off topic. He wondered, for a fearful second, if he had gone too full on too quickly. “And lift your arms up. I need to redress your wounds—these bandages are filthy.”

Steve nodded, and after testing the waters to make sure his legs wouldn’t give out immediately, stood up. You pushed the coffee table back with your leg to make more room, and then you picked up the roll of bandages. As you started to wrap them around his chest and back, moving your head every so often to see his back and make sure you were on track.

“I won’t be alone,” you said then, and your smile made him feel a lot better. At least he didn’t scare you off. “I’ve got Nancy Wheeler with me. That girl is a total badass.”

“She is.” You weren’t looking at Steve as you worked, but he didn’t take his eyes away from you. “But, y’know, Eddie told me that you jumped in right after me. Like, didn’t even hesitate. And you were pretty good with that paddle when you basically saved my life. I’d say you’re pretty badass too.”

“No,” you denied, and you shook your head, “no, I’m not. Anyone would do what I did. It’s just instinct.”

Steve laughed in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Anyone would not do what you did—literally jumping headfirst into a danger you’ve never encountered before is badass, and you can’t deny that. I mean, you basically saved my life twice—stopped those bats from finishing the job and then made sure I didn’t bleed out. You’re like my guardian angel at this point, doc.”

A smile quirked on your lips. “That’s a title I’d like to get rid of. It would be nice if I didn’t have to save you from near death again.”

“I dunno,” Steve said. “I’d say it’s pretty worth it if I get to hang out with you.”

He heard you take in a quick breath as your hands froze. Just as quickly, you got back to work. “You, um, you don’t have to nearly die to spend time with me. There’s— there’s easier ways. A lot of easier ways.”

He raised his eyebrows. “And what are some of them?”

“You could, um—” your eyes darted away for a second before you looked at him, “you could just ask.”

“Well then,” Steve said, “do you wanna go out with me?”

“Yeah!” you blurted out immediately, and then your eyes widened. “I mean— yes, of course I do, but— but not right now. After all of this. After all of this is over.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully. “So after we kill Vecna, we can celebrate by going out for shakes.”

You grinned, and Steve thought it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. As much fun as it was teasing and flustering you, seeing you work in your element and seeing you confident—that was a lot better. “Sure.”

“Alright,” he said, nodding again with a smile of his own, “alright. Kill Vecna, get out of it alive—”

“Extra emphasis on that part,” you interrupted as you finally finished wrapping his injuries. You tore it off from the roll and secured the bandages, then placed the nearly empty roll back on the table. Then you looked right at him. “And then after you get out without nearly dying, you take me on the best date of my life as payment for all the magic I’ve worked for you.”

Steve chuckled. “You’ve got yourself a deal, doc.”

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Soldier Boy

Prolouge

TW: Sexism(?), cursing

Summary: Steve Rogers was scrawny and no match for the US army. Luckily, he meets someone else in a similar situation. The other soldiers consider them weaker, but they find themselves growing closer as friends.

But Steve's new friend seems to have a secret to hide.

(Have you ever watched Mulan? This is basically the plot of Mulan)

"Line up!" The man's voice called out through the crisp morning air like a foghorn.

The young men, striding tall and proud, stood in musty, battered army green uniforms. Each of their faces were stoic, eyes empty, prepared to be filled with the scars and horrors that were bound to fill them someday. That, or they would die.

Steve, a boy with thinning blonde hair and a chest full of spite, stood as tall as he could. Admittedly, for Steve, this wasn't very tall at all. The boy was a 1940's poster child for malnourishment. But Steve had heart. And heart was what he needed to get by.

A tall, mean-looking man stalked down the line, sneering in the faces of the men before him. The man, Officer James B. Pench, stopped, in front of a man two spaces down from Steve. The biggest man on the field, the size of a truck, stood between Steve and the guy Pench was in front of. The other man was just as small as Steve, maybe a little larger.

"What's your name Soldier?" Pench commanded at the other fun-sized man.

That man, the man was you. And you, truthfully, were no man. You had cut your hair, and you gave yourself a fake name, and you joined the military.

It wasn't hard to do. You didn't have any friends, not really, and you had grown up an orphan. You remember being moved quickly from home to home, so often you barely had time to meet people.

So, y/n disappeared and you became-

"Peter," You yelled out, deep from your gut. "Peter Parker sir!"

"Parker!" The Officer barked back. "You been working out sir?!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"Sure as hell don't look like it!" You kept your hand saluted, not wavering once. It wasn't the worst thing him, or anybody here for that matter, could say. In fact, the absolute worst thing that could happen here would be if somebody pulled down your large bulky combat pants, revealing your lack of manliness.

Like, Literally.

Combat was insane, and not what you as a little girl were taught to do. You weren't taught to do much, but mostly to sit and act like a "lady." You liked the feeling of a constant "go!" mindset and were especially fond of the brotherhood present in the army.

You had made one steady friend, possibly, the first one you can remember. His name was Steve.

"Where're you from?" He asked you one night. The two of you were lying on the roof of a building.

"Brooklyn," You lied, saying it so easily in such a monotone voice. God, you felt horrible. Even if Steve was your first friend, he really wasn't. He was "Parker's" first friend, sure, but that's because Parker only existed for about 4 months.

"So am I," shit. "We should hang out sometime. Grab a drink."

"Are you even old enough to drink?" You laugh, making a stupid joke in hopes the conversation would drop. You didn't want him to find out...And even if you could hide it well enough to galavant around New York with him, you didn't know if you could lie to him that long.

"I'm sure Bucky would come to," Steve seems to ignore your joke, focused on his little dream. "Have you met Bucky?"

"Y-yeah. Kinda," You stuttered out the words, not looking over at his puppy dog face and little beady eyes that were always so full of hope.

You decided that night, that maybe it would've been better had you not ever joined the military. Not that you weren't of use, you were doing a pretty bang up job.

But lying to people, most prominently Steve, it broke your heart.

***

You wished the nazis would've blown you to bits in Germany. If they had, you would've had a much better time with the rest of your life.

You signed up for the first trip over, even after discussing with Steve the two of you would take the second.

Maybe he was mad, hurt a little, but imagine your surprise when you returned and "lil' Stevie" was labeled as Captain Fucking America, and was about the size of a truck.

And if you thought you were surprised, with your racing mind and many thoughts, imagine his. His when the truth came out.

Sorta.

You were standing at the desk of your superior officer, the same one who stood in front of you in a line of men, bigger and stronger than you, and told you, you were nothing.

The day you had been dreading, where the lies became too much and you knew you would have too... have to leave. To resign.

Have to come clean.

But for now, you hoped only leaving would be enough. Hopes you'd never have to see any of these men again.

The Officer was standing opposite of you, behind his desk. His wrinkled face was curled into something of a smile, as he extended his hand to you.

"Officer Parker," He spoke. "It has been my utmost pleasure having you apart of the service."

You clasped his hand, a similar grin on your face. When you drop it, he sighs, and comes around the front of the desk. He stands opposite of you for a moment, before opening his arms.

He pulls you into a tight hug, which you return gratefully. He leans his mouth closer to your ear, and his whisper sends chills down your spine.

"I know."

TO BE CONTINUED

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galavant-song-tournament · 24 days

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Round 1

Propaganda for Galavant:

He's not especially powerful and can fight well. He's well-liked but does have several enemies. He would probably do fairly well for himself but would be at risk of being killed constantly.

Drunk, surly Gal would have my vote. But Hero Gal is has too much of a moral backbone. Good Guys™ notoriously don't do well in Westeros.

Propaganda for Tad Cooper:

In bearded dragon form no one would bother with him since he's nonthreatening. In dragon form he'd be a target but he's also a dragon and breathes fire so he'd certainly be able to fight back. It's established that Galavant has killed a dragon, so clearly there is an in-universe way to kill dragons but it's also told as a brag so it's got to be difficult at least.

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xlxvesxckx · 1 year

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Promoted. [Yandere!Giovanni]

Synop: You've been a Team Rocket member for a while now, and you've noticed a change in your Boss. Little do you know what he has planned for you.

Character(s): Giovanni (Pokemon) Rating: 16+ Word Count: 1k words Tags: Obsession, kidnapping, stalking, intimidation.

a/n: Hi! Hello! Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening to all! I am back in action with posting! I think I want to shift to writing mostly Yandere themed fanfics (to play more into the name/theme of the blog) so with this post my ask box is officially open again and I look forward to writing for you all again.

You’ve been a part of Team Rocket for many years now, in fact, it’ll be your 5 years in a few days. You were basically an admin, you were above your fellow henchmen but below the main four admins.

You didn’t mind, it meant less talking for you.

But recently you noticed something…off.

You started to see less and less of your fellow peers. Usually grunts that you would hang out with after shifts started to avoid you like the plague. And you began to see more of the admins.

Ariana would accompany you whenever you had missions, never leaving you alone or allowing you to capture pokemon.

Proton and Petrel were like your personal bodyguards, you couldn’t even breathe without them being near you.

And Archer…he was the worst.

You could be teaching new grunts about the new routes they would be working and the schemes that they will be working.

“Y/n. The Boss said that would be too dangerous for you..”

“Y/n. I need you to be alongside me for this mission. Boss’s orders.”

“Y/n. Boss recommends this change in your uniform.”

You wanted to scream. It was always what the boss wanted for you!

You rarely got to see the male, he was always cooped up in his office or galavanting off in that damned gym of his. It was beyond irritating.

Giovanni was your boss, the big scary boss of Team Rocket/Rainbow Rocket. And you only saw him a maximum of three times, and the most recent time was two weeks ago.

You were being briefed on a mission, you were being sent off with Jesse, James and Meowth, a trio you loved working with so much due to their spunk and their energy. While you were walking past him, you felt eyes on you. When you looked up you locked eyes with Giovanni.

It felt wrong locking eyes with your boss, especially since so many people feared him.

However when you looked into his eyes...you saw something different.

Not only that, you felt like there were eyes on you at all times, even when you were in your most private of settings. You felt like he had someone watching your every mood so he knew everything.

And that day in his office, the way he looked at you solidified the thoughts you were thinking.

He stared at you with emotions you can't describe, one could only describe it as obsession.

So you quickly ran to go join Jesse and James.

You considered those three to be your only sense of normalcy, as they were the only ones who didn’t run to avoid you.

Ever since that day of the meeting, the rest of the team seemed to officially separate themselves from you. You would walk up to hold a conversation with some you thought were your friends and they would sneer at you and walk away.

Some who even hold fear in their eyes as they saw you approaching and even averted their gazes.

You were walking with Jesse and James through the team rocket headquarters, expressing your feelings about this whole situation.

“I don’t know Jesse..I feel weird about this..no one else gets treated like this..”

“No you’re valid in your feelings darling…The boss is usually a cold fellow.”

Jesse had a hand on your shoulder as she talked to you. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. It was stressing you out as you continued to think about it.

Why were you the only one being singled out?

Were you going to be fired? Or worse, were you going to be excuted because you knew too much?

James could sense your stress and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to try and calm you down. It was all becoming too much and you were really thinking about quitting.

"G-guys..I think I should quit."

"I- well I would hate to see you go sweetheart, but if you're uncomfortable you should.

“For once, I agree with Jesse. It’s strange that the admins would show this much attention to-”

“Y/n.”

The three of you freeze and you slowly turn to face Archer, he had opened the door that led to the hallways to Giovanni’s office. You felt a chill go down your spine as you turned to look at Jesse and James who both gave you small waves and smiles as they left.

You went to follow Archer as he led you to the office.

You had a bad feeling come over you as Archer approached the door, he gave you a small smile before opening the door for you.

“The Boss is inside waiting for you. He said it was urgent.”

You nodded at him and walked into the room.

"Oh. And I wouldn't think about quitting, Y/n."

You froze in your spot. Turning back to face Archer.

He only gave a dark smirk "You're Special."

Archer left you in the hallway and you were left to walk to the office by yourself.

His office was dark, it was quiet besides the purring of Persian, who greeted you at the door.

“Good Afternoon, Y/n..please take a seat.”

You walked over to the seat in front of his desk, watching as he slowly turned in his chair, his legs crossed as he stared ahead at you.

Giovanni wasn’t an ugly man, he was very attractive actually. But there was something about him that was just terrifying to you. And not just because he was your boss.

there was something…darker lurking behind his eyes.

"Welcome, Y/n." His voice was the same as usual, cocky as hell. But there was an undertone in his voice, one that you couldn't recognize at all.

“I know you’re wondering why I called you here, darling.” he started, not breaking eye contact with you at all. The pet name was new, he usually only called you grunt or you girl.

Not Darling.

“The truth is, I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you first became a part of Team Rocket. A young woman like yourself…joining a dangerous organization like this is rare.”

Giovanni stood up and came around his desk. “I feel like you’re destined to be more…” He smirks and walks over to you, stopping a few feet away.

“W-what do you mean?..” You asked and Giovanni chuckled at your question.

“I want you to be mine. Simply put.”

You shot up straight in your chair, staring at Giovanni with widened eyes. “What!?”

“Don’t be surprised. You’re perfect. You’re a great worker, you don’t allow anyone to control you, you continue to do amazing things. And I need you permanently beside me.”

Giovanni walks over to you and places a hand under your chin. “You belong beside me. We could be a power couple together.”

You backed away from him, making a beeline towards the door, only to be blocked by Persian. The Pokémon knew how its master felt about you, and therefore was going to help its master keep you around.

"Don't you run, Y/n. It's not like you can go anywhere. Everyone in team rocket knows of your special promotion~"

You went to go around Persian by reaching for your own Pokémon, you weren't going down without a fight.

But it seems your boss had other plans.

You heard Giovanni sigh and the sound of a Pokeball opening.

“MewTwo. Use Psychic.”

You barely had time to get out the door before you felt your body be lifted in the air and be turned back around to face Giovanni.

He held a smirk on his face as he commanded MewTwo to bring you closer to him. You get brought back directly to him and he pats your cheek.

“I’ll let everyone know you’ve been promoted. They are to refer to you as Admin Y/n. You are to report directly to me, if someone speaks to you out of term, if someone is rude. You. Tell. Me.”

He says sternly, before placing both hands on your cheeks. You stared at him scared out of your mind seeing the sinister grin on his lips. His eyes held pure obsession, greed, like a child who just got their hands on a toy they had been wanting for years now.

And his next words scared your even more.

“Because I hope you know I will Kill for you.” ---------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoyed!! <3 Like I said, My Ask box is open for requests, just read my pinned for the fandoms i write for!

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