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I've Got You

Synopsis

Eddie helps reader through a bad trip after she's pressured by her boyfriend to take drugs.

What To Expect/Warnings

This is a rather heavy topic and potentially triggering to some so please proceed with caution. ♡

This fic takes place in 87 and has no mention of the plot from Season 4, apart from Eddie graduating. Also was not expecting it to be this long lmfao, woops. No use of y/n, toxic relationship, drug use, peer pressuring, bad drug trip, anxiety, hurt/comfort, confrontation between Eddie and reader's bf, angst, mutual pining, emotional cheating if you squint??, descriptions of drug side effects, alcohol consumption.

Let me know if i missed anything.

(proofread in a very sleepy state lol, dont mind potential spelling mistakes of repetitive words/phrasings)

Once again, i can't stress this enough, please do not read this fic if any of the above mentioned topics are triggering to you. ♡

You can read pt. 2 here!

"This year's different. This year, is my year. I can feel it... '86 baby!"

And that, it was.

Things finally seemed to be taking a turn for the better in Eddie's life. That year, he geared down and put all of his time and focus into his school work determined not to spend one more second in what was, in his opinion, the most dreadful place in town; Hawkins High. Graduation day finally came and as promised to his fellow Hellfire Club members, who all attended the ceremony, he gave the performance of a lifetime on that stage. 'They can't get me in trouble anymore.' he thought as he shredded an air guitar whilst sprinting towards the faculty, hollering as he did so. Once he was face to face with his long time nemesis, Principal Higgins, all of the cleverly thought out disses he had come up with over the last year seemed to fade away. He blamed it on nerves, but deep down he knew that his distain was overshadowed by an immense sense of joy and relief. To everyone's surprise, Eddie calmly grabbed his diploma with a mischievous smile and exited the auditorium gracefully.

'Finally, a new chapter can begin.'

After some much needed time off in the summer allowed him to contemplate his next move in life, Eddie started applying for jobs around Hawkins. His preferred establishments such as the library and record store were, unfortunately, not hiring. Despite the tried and true efforts of his friends at Family Video, they too, were not in need of new employees. He contemplated sticking to his main source of income, but knew that the drug market in Hawkins was not a sustainable nor stable option. Truth be told, he only started dealing as a way of making extra cash whilst still in school. He grew tired of it pretty quickly, but promised himself that the second he would graduate, he would ditch this unconventional side hustle.

His new objective was finding work that would allow him to make enough money to find a place of his own. As much as he loved Wayne and was forever grateful to his uncle for taking him in, he couldn't stand to see him spend one more night on the dreadful pull out mattress.

After weeks of grueling efforts on Eddie's behalf, Wayne came home with some good news one Saturday afternoon. With a hiring flyer and about 8 bags of groceries in hand, he nearly kicked the trailer door down from excitement. "Eddie! Boy, you home?"

Eddie quickly shuffled out of his bedroom to see what the commotion was about. Noting his uncle's erratic breathing and bulging eyes, he was quick to grab the grocery bags out of his hands to allow him to catch his breath.

"Everything okay?" he asked cautiously, unsure what had his normally calm uncle so frazzled.

Wayne waved the flyer into the air and let out a series of chuckles. "More than okay, look what they had hangin' on the wall near the checkout at the supermarket!"

As Eddie turned to face the piece of paper in his uncle's hand, a grimace started to form on his face when he processed the words written on it. "Ah man, i don't know. I'm not really skilled in the art of packing groceries..."

"Come on now, son. You already know the basics, where do the eggs go?"

Eddie stared blankly at his uncle while blinking slowly. Wayne blinked back at Eddie theatricality while motioning for a response.

"Uh, in the bag...?"

"Where in the bag, boy?" his uncle persisted, his once excited tone now slightly annoyed.

"Maybe on top so they don't get broken...?"

"See! It's common knowledge. You could also stock shelves or somethin if you don't wanna pack the bags!"

"Yeah, it's worth a shot, i could use the money..."

Come to find out, the supermarket was in dire need of staff members, and Eddie got the job that same day. Given that the entire store was understaffed, he was able to snag his preferred position of stocking shelves. The uniforms weren't great, and having to hear the same tunes everyday was somewhat unbearable, but the money was good so he couldn't complain.

A few weeks into his new employment, Eddie was introduced to the newest addition to the team. Given that she was also put in the stocking department, they spent much of their time working together and got along great. They would often joke around together, their sense of humor practically identical. Along with her kind and rambunctious personality, they also shared common interests such as reading and music. She was the perfect girl, he thought.

Upon getting to know one another, Eddie quickly learned, much to his dismay, that she had recently moved to Hawkins with her boyfriend so he could be closer to his family.

Needless to say, Eddie's love life was never something he had the opportunity or desire to explore whilst in school. The lack of female attention and constant bullying made it difficult for him to find anyone he wanted to get to know in a romantic way. He was rather disappointed to find out that his latest love interest was already spoken for, but quickly accepted it as such.

This minor disappointment didn't stop them from blossoming a wholesome friendship over the course of the next few months. Their normal 7 hour work days always seemed so short, and Eddie was longing to spend more time with his new friend outside of their place of work. Unfortunately, the fear of rejection, accompanied by the constant sense of exclusion he had faced in his prior years had really taken a toll on his confidence, preventing him from ever seeking out friendships outside of his circle of friends.

Those thoughts and worries were momentarily silenced one Friday morning when, to his pleasant surprise, she enquired about his plans for the weekend. This wasn't unusual, they often spoke of their upcoming outings, but typically Eddie was the one to initiate this topic of conversation in hopes that she would suggest hanging out. The idea of potentially spending time together outside of work was thrilling, so he tried his best to play it cool. "A whole lotta nothing, how about you?"

"My boyfriend's colleagues invited him out to this party but i don't really want to go..."

"So you're hoping a conflict arises preventing you from attending this social obligation?" he quipped while smiling.

"Actually, i was hoping maybe you know the person hosting the party and wouldn't mind attending? It'd be nice to see a familiar face there when my boyfriend inevitably ditches me."

Her eyes met the floor as she spoke her last sentence, an action that didn't go unnoticed. The topic of her significant other wasn't mentioned often, in fact, most times Eddie forget she even had a boyfriend. Of the times he was passively mentioned in conversation, Eddie got the impression that he wasn't the nicest person and that she wasn't entirely happy with him. He tried his best to set aside those thoughts, thinking they were definitely biased and he might be reading too much into the situation.

"Does this mysterious party host have a name?" he said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Tom Silverman i think, have you heard of him?" she asked, hope radiating from her eyes.

"As luck would have it, he's friends with my buddy Gareth! I could probably make an appearance." he teased.

"Yeah? Think you could make time in your busy schedule for me?" she reciprocated.

"For you? Anything."

The drive back to her place felt like a blur. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of her earlier interaction with Eddie paired with the excitement of spending time with him later at the party. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but...

She couldn't bring herself to say it, let alone think it. The reality was, he didn't treat her the way she wanted to be treated. Hell, the way she deserved to be treated. Prior to them moving to Hawkins, Samuel had cheated on her for months on end with a close friend of hers. The betrayal was unforgivable, at least, that's what she thought at the time. Samuel had a way of getting into her head, planting ideas of his own and spinning the truth in ways that would make her question everything.

Following the infidelity, he had managed to convince her that the best way to make amends and save their relationship would be to move away from their hometown. Far from all distractions so they could focus on rebuilding what was broken. This was far from what she wanted, now more than ever since meeting Eddie. He was always so kind to her, a luxury far too often stripped away in her current relationship with Samuel. She loved how she felt when she was around Eddie, even in their strictly platonic relationship.

The hypocrisy of the situation made her want to melt away into a big pile of nothingness. She could feel herself growing fonder of Eddie with each passing interaction, no matter how mundane they were. Something as simple as Eddie asking her about her weekend, or when her birthday was, warmed her heart. Did Samuel even care to remember? He forgot about it last year.

Guilt was eating away at her the more her feelings grew. She would never cheat on Samuel, knowing all too well how heart wrenching of an experience that is to go though. Despite that, she couldn't help the gnawing feeling of infidelity as she felt her feelings for Eddie become more prominent and the distance between her and her partner growing. It wasn't all her fault of course, she suspected Samuel was still up to no good whenever the phone would ring at odd times throughout the night and he'd shoot out of bed to answer it. She knew interrogating him was no use, so she kept mental notes of all the occurrences, in hopes of one day working up the courage to leave him.

Apart from him persuading her into staying, there was also the web of lies she felt she had to uphold to avoid judgement from her loved ones, Eddie included. She felt awful lying to him about the reason for her move, but at the time, thought it was necessary for some sense of self-preservation.

As she pulled into her apartment complex, her racing thoughts came to a halt. She put the car in park, let out a sigh and made her way into the building. Once inside, she was met with none other than Samuel, already plastered at 4:48pm, the party wasn't until 9pm. This would make for a long grueling night. She quietly greeted him before excusing herself to go freshen up.

Samuel's work friends arrived shortly after she got into the shower, the sudden ruckus alerting her of their presence. She hurried out of the shower so to not hog the bathroom for too long and tried sneaking into their shared bedroom without alerting the group. Her efforts were overshadowed by a distasteful comment made from one of the men. She wasn't sure what bothered her more, the unsolicited remark about her body from a complete stranger, or the fact that her boyfriend, the man who was supposed to look out for her, laughed and entertained such disrespectful banter.

The frustration made tears well up in her eye as she quickly shut the bedroom door and locked it, hoping she wouldn't have to face the men for a few more hours until they had to leave. All the while, the only thing keeping her sane was the prospect of seeing Eddie later.

Eddie was a bundle of nerves from the moment he clocked out of work until he pulled up to the party with Gareth. Six pack in hand, he nervously made his way towards the front door before being stopped by his companion.

"Hey man, there's nothing to be nervous about, alright? If you wanna leave at any point, just let me know."

Gareth's reassuring words did little to alleviate Eddie's stress, but it was still nice for him to know that he had support tonight. With that in mind, he gave his friend an anxious smile and they let themselves into party.

Upon first glance, the party was lively and everyone was having a great time. The pair made their way towards the kitchen to put their beer in the fridge, then made an attempt at finding the host to greet him. Eddie had never met Tom, but had heard good things about him through their mutual friend. Whilst on the hunt for him, Eddie's eyes made contact with a sad looking girl sitting alone on a dingy sofa in the back of the living room, red solo cup in hand. He excused himself from Gareth and quickly made his way over to his friend. The moment their eyes locked, excitement was riddled on her face. She jumped off the couch and embraced him in what was arguably the best hug he had ever received.

"You came!!" she exclaimed, visibly intoxicated.

"I'm a man of my word." he said in a playful tone, placing a hand on his heart.

She playfully shoved his shoulder while taking a sip from her drink, giggling the entire time.

"So uh, where's your boyfriend? Am i finally gonna meet the man of the hour?" Eddie's tone was less than enthusiastic, through no fault of his own. Luckily she was too drunk to notice.

"Well," she began, "as presumed, i have been abandoned. Yet again!" although she tried covering it up with a laughter, her eyes gave away her true emotion.

"Well," he said mimicking her tone, "i am more than happy to entertain you until he gets back."

He could have sworn he saw a faint tint of pink painted on her cheeks for a moment. A tender smile was shared between the two before he was abruptly shoved by an unknown subject who was quick to wrap an arm around her.

"Oh sorry man" the lack of sympathy along with his cocky grin gave away the man's identity.

Samuel.

"Don't sweat it, man." Eddie retorted, annoyance prevalent on his face.

She gave Eddie an apologetic look before introducing the two. Her boyfriend quickly brushed off the pleasantries and turned his attention back to his girlfriend.

"Where have you been babe?" he slurred, his hold on her arm becoming increasingly tighter. Her discomfort was clear and as Eddie was about to intervene, she calmly lifted his arm off of her while stating: "Waiting for you, babe." her tone replicating the one Eddie had adopted moments ago.

Samuel grew annoyed, muttering something under his breath before once again, disappearing into the crowd.

"He seems friendly." Eddie stated in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry about him, he's... not the best at introductions."

"No kidding..."

Moments passed without further dialogue, Eddie debated mentioning his concerns but felt it wasn't his place. I mean really, how would he even put into words what he was thinking? 'Hey, you know that douchebag boyfriend of yours? Yeah, he doesn't deserve you'.

"Well," she broke the silence, "I better go check on him, will you stay a while?"

"As long as you need me" he responded.

She shot him a warm smile before venturing into the crowd to find Samuel. Eddie waited until she was outside of his line of vision before letting his smile falter. He quickly ushered to the fridge to grab a can of beer to calm his nerves. The rush of euphoria from seeing her accompanied with the displeasure of meeting Samuel left him feeling very disgruntled. He was zoned out, sipping the beer in his hands relentlessly, when he felt a hand tap him on the bicep. Turning his attention towards the person to his right, he was met with a familiar face.

"Hey, you alright?" Gareth asked, concern prevalent in his tone.

"Nah man, wanna go have a smoke?"

The initial effects of the alcohol she had consumed in an attempt to numb herself seemed to have faded away quickly following Samuel and Eddie's interaction. As much as she wanted to spend the night with Eddie and let her boyfriend mingle on his own, she felt obligated to go looking for him. The party wasn't held at a mansion by any means, but it certainly wasn't a small house. After searching for what seemed like 25 minutes, she finally found Samuel along with a few of his friends in a bedroom in the basement. Upon entering, the first thing she noticed was a dark green colored table with small plastic bags on it, filled with what looked to be pills. She was quickly ushered into the room and prompted to lock the door before being urged to sit down.

"Sam, what are you doing-"

"Babe, baby, hi!" his tone was drastically different from their previous encounter. He seemed much more erratic and his pupils were blown out.

"Are you okay? I've been looking for you-"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm great baby. How are you?"

His frantic eyes and antsy demeanor, accompanied by the unknown substance beside him gave her all the context she needed: He was high. She contemplated her next move, being careful not to upset him.

"I'm fine," she started, "actually, i'm a little tired, i think i'm ready to go home." She knew little could be done to grant her wishes at this point given that she had had far too much to drink to operate a vehicle and Samuel was much less equipt to in this state.

"What... Really? No baby, the night's just starting. You're not having fun?" She was getting ready to answer before being abruptly cut off, his question apparently rhetorical. "I know what will help. Have this." He grabbed her hand and placed one of the chalky pills in her palm.

"I'm not doing drugs, Sam." she said firmly.

"Do you trust me?"

She paused, knowing this was a trap. This wasn't the first time he'd used this tactic to get her to do something she didn't want to. Her delay in responding seemed to aggravate him and he was quick to snap at her.

"Fine, go home then. I just wanted to have a nice time with you tonight. S'what i get for trying." He began shifting his body away from her, turning his attention back to the group.

Through no fault of her own, it had been hard-wired into her brain that in order to avoid an argument and mental torture for the next week, it was easier to agree with whatever he was saying.

"No, no! It's just..."

"You're scared?" his friend said while snickering.

"I've just never done this before..." she replied looking away so no one could see her anxiety ridden expression.

Samuel cupped her face with his hands, an act of intimacy he hadn't shown in years. She melted into his touch, craving to feel a sense of worthiness. "Baby, you'll be fine. I took it and feel amazing. We'll feel amazing together and i'll take care of you if you don't feel good. I promise."

Samuel had often made promises he couldn't keep, and although the little voice in the back of her mind was screaming for her to walk away, she fell victim to his manipulation once again. They exchanged a few promising words to one another before she swallowed the small narcotic, internally comforting herself: 'What's the worst that could happen?'

Following a much needed cigarette break and pep talk from Gareth, Eddie composed himself and entered the house once again. Once inside, he scanned the room in an attempt to spot out his friend, but was unsuccessful. He figured she might be using the restroom or mingling with people around the house and decided to enjoy his second and final beer of the night with Gareth.

20 minutes had passed since she took the unknown substance from her boyfriend, and up until this point, she had convinced herself that she probably wouldn't feel it, or that if she did, it would feel the same as marijuana. But oh, she was wrong. So very wrong. She noticed her heart began to beat faster and her palms were significantly more damp than before. She felt this overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over her and her ears began to ring. Still sat next to Samuel, she grabbed ahold of his arm in a subtle attempt at getting his attention. Whether he was too high to notice or purposely ignoring her, he had no reaction to her touch. Initially feeling embarrassment, she put that feeling aside and decided to vocalize her distress.

"Baby, i don't feel good, m'heart's beating really fast and-" words kept spilling out of her mouth at a much faster rate than she normally spoke. The chatter in the room never faltered, the noise adding fuel to the fire, making her anxiety worsen. Samuel eventually cut her off, insisting on the fact that she was fine. His invalidation floored her feeling of distress, her heartbeat increasing in speed. She could now hear it in her ears. "I don't like this baby, i wanna go home. Please, can we go home." she pleaded, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Samuel grew annoyed with her, his high being compromised by his girlfriend's distress. He offered to take her to a different room, away from all the noise and she agreed, the commotion from the room she was currently in proving to be too much. Luckily for her, there was an additional guest room in the basement, one that was currently vacant. The prospect of spending one on one time with her boyfriend, especially while in such a vulnerable state brought a great deal of comfort to her. That sense of relief was short lived as he stated that he wanted to get back to his friends, insisting on her trying to get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, the drug she took was a stimulate, making sleeping next to impossible. Information that Samuel conveniently didn't mention for his own benefit.

He tucked her into bed and promised that if she called out for him he'd be there within seconds. With a kiss goodnight and more reassuring words, he shut the light, closed the door and headed back to the adjacent bedroom to continue his antics. She was left with her wandering anxious thoughts, but tried her best to fall asleep.

After a short while, her attempts were unsuccessful and her anxiety worsened. She tried to calm herself down to no avail and resorted to calling for her boyfriend. No answer. She tried once more, this time a little louder. Still nothing. Time seemed to escape her. She wasn't sure if an hour or 5 minutes had passed. All she knew was that she had been calling for him for what seemed like forever, to no avail. The most hurtful part of it all was overhearing him talking and laughing with his friends in the adjacent room. Surely if she could hear him, he could hear her? Perhaps he was choosing to ignore he cries for help. The idea of getting out of bed to venture into the other room was far too overwhelming in this state, so she settled into bed, holding onto the sheets tightly and hoped that he would come check up on her soon.

With almost an hour having passed since he had last seen her, Eddie grew concerned. He figured with the amount of time that had passed, it wasn't unreasonable to ask the other party goers if they had seen her.

His efforts, although valiant, were unsuccessful. Once he established that she wasn't on the main floor, he decided to wander around the house in hopes of running into her. When he overheard Samuel and a group of men cackling in the basement, he made his way down the stairs.

Once he reached to bottom of steps, he noticed a source of light coming from a closed door, the secondary living room he was now standing in vacant and dark. 'Mystery solved.' he thought, she must be in there with Samuel and his friends. As he started up the stairs again, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a faint voice coming from the back of the basement. He slowly made his way towards the unlit room and placed an ear against the closed door. That's when he heard it again, only this time, he recognized her voice, calling out for her boyfriend.

Eddie wasted no time opening the door, only to find her laying in bed in the dark. He carefully made his was towards her, crouching down to her level.

"Hey, hey. It's Eddie. Are you okay?" he gently asked. The only response heard was a series of whimpers. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his heart broke. The light from the living room that leaked into the guest room reflected off of her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyelids; she had been crying for quite some time. Eddie wasn't an expert on body language, but judging from her tight grip on the bed sheets and her limbs curled into the fetal position, he could tell she was scared.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, you're safe. I promise. Do you need water? I'll get you anything you need, just tell me..." he stopped himself from uttering anything else, worried he would overwhelm her with questions. After pausing for a moment, he swallowed his pride before asking: "Do you need me to get Samuel?"

She let out a soft cry, her grip on the bed sheets tightening. The mere mention of his name reminded her of the betrayal she felt. He promised he would look after her, but didn't. Instead, he left her in such a vulnerable state, a state she never wanted to be in in the first place.

In her best attempt at composing herself, she was able to mutter out a sentence before her breathe hitched again: "I wanna go home, please." she buried her face in the covers as her body shook, a combination of crying excessively and the drug shaking her form. She was so cold, no amount of heat from the blankets seemed to help.

"Okay, okay, i'll get you home. Just... One minute. I'll be right back, i promise."

Eddie carefully got up and exited to room, gently shutting the door. He made his was towards the room Samuel was in, politeness the last thing on his mind as he barged in. He glanced around the room, noticing the drugs littered across the table, then met Samuel's gaze.

"Are you aware that your girlfriend is crying her eyes out 10 feet away from you?" he spat, shooting daggers at him.

There was a moment of silence, followed by snickering from a few of the men in the room. One of them who, Eddie could only assume was a friend of Samuel's spoke up. "Jesus, what a buzz kill, you owe me for that pill, Sam."

It all clicked. Eddie's vision blurred in what could only be described as a cloud of fury. The echo's of their laughter only fueled his rage as he started putting together what had happened. With every ounce of restraint he could muster, he gave Samuel once last death glare before storming out, being mindful not to slam the door to prevent startling her in the other room.

Slowly opening the door, he tried to come up with the best plan on how to proceed. The two beers he had drank over the last 2 1/2 hours were in no way enough to inebriate him and he knew she needed to be taken home. Once again crouched down by the bedside, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and began speaking softly.

"Hey, it's Eddie. I can take you home, just need to know your address."

Her crying had subsided but she was shivering and grinding her teeth uncontrollably, a side effect Eddie recognized from whatever drug she had taken. Her lack of response prompted him to try again, this time in a much softer tone.

"Sweetheart, i'll take you home just please, i don't know where you live. Do you have your house keys? Where do you and Samuel live?"

The whimpers that left her lips broke his heart. Eddie figured if he couldn't get an answer out of her in this environment, maybe removing the stress factor would help.

"Okay, can you stand up for me? Here, let's get you up"

As he began helping her from the bed, her sudden exclamation startled him. "No! Please, m'really cold. I need a blanket." Distress painted across her face as she wrapped her arms around her frame, Eddie pondered what the best option would be. After a few seconds, he figured Gareth could deal with the repercussion of his next action later.

"Okay, come on, i've got you." he said as he gently wrapped the giant comforter around her shoulders, guiding her out of the room.

Once they arrived at the base of the steps, he grabbed the excess blanket that was previously dragging along the floor to prevent her from tripping. She was unsteady from the drug, her legs felt like they were made of jelly. Eddie helped her up the stairs, supporting the majority of her weight. Once they reached the main floor, he directed her towards the sofa she was sitting on earlier in the evening and helped her down onto the soft cushion.

"Wait right here." he said in a caring voice. As he began getting up from his crouched position, he felt a cold, damp hand grabbing his.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" her voice was low but filled with worry. He turned to her, finally getting a good look at her face since being in the dark basement and his heart sank. He tried his best not to show any signs of concern, but this proved to be challenging. Her normally light hazel eyes were almost completely black. Her hair was disheveled and her face slightly puffy from crying.

Eddie had been around plenty of people under the influence before, but never anyone he felt such deep adoration for. It was torture seeing her like this. He once again crouched down so he could meet her eye level and gave her hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. "I've just gotta find Gareth to let him know i'm leaving. I drove him here, don't want him to be stranded. I'll be right back, i promise."

Her gaze softened a bit, and with a small nod, Eddie took that as a go ahead to proceed with his plan. He lifted her hand up to his mouth to give it a quick kiss before getting up to find his friend.

Luckily, with one quick sweep of the main floor, he was able to find Gareth and get him up to speed on the situation.

"What a prick, we should fight that guy."

"Yeah, normally i would agree but i gotta get her outta here. Are you cool finding a ride home tonight?"

"Oh ya, don't sweat it! I can always just crash here if it comes down to it. Get her home safe."

"Thanks man, i'll see you later."

Gareth patted him on the shoulder and with that, Eddie made his way back to the sofa. "Alright, let's get you home, yeah? Up you go."

Taking the same precautionary steps he did while going up the stairs, they made their way out the door to Eddie's van. He helped her into the passenger's side, carefully closing the door and hurried over to the driver's side. Once in, he buckled both of their seatbelts, started the car and began driving away. Once the car was nicely heated and her shivering had subsided, he figured it would be a good time to try to find out the location he should be driving to.

"So uh, am i going the right way? Do you live close by?"

He glanced over at her, smiling sweetly once they made eye contact. She returned the smile, but the sadness displayed on the rest of her features made her true feelings apparent.

"We're far" she mumbled, "i live next to work..."

Eddie sighed internally. He didn't mind the drive, he was more concerned about her having to sit in a car for 45 minutes. "Alright, i'll get us to work and you can tell me where to go from there, yeah? You have your house keys?"

She paused to think and let out a defeated breath upon realizing; their shared house key was kept on Samuel's lanyard. She brought her hands to her face in despair and began apologizing profusely. Eddie wasn't quite sure what she was apologizing for, or to who even. He softly put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, gently moving his thumb over the blanket that was still draped over her.

"It's okay, look we're not that far from Tom's place. I'll turn the car around and we can get the key. I can go in, you don't even have to leave the car-"

She shook her head in quick motions, her hands dropping from her face suddenly. "No, i can't, i'm..." she trailed off, turning to face the passenger's window.

The silence was broken by small cries leaving her mouth. Eddie slowly pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park so he could focus all of his attention on helping her as best as he could.

"Are you worried he'll be upset?" he began, trying to get to the root of the problem. His question was met with more tears falling from her eyes. Her breathing was becoming more erratic and her hands began to shake. Eddie was torn, he knew she desperately needed to get home, but at what cost? He couldn't live with himself knowing that once he dropped her off, she would be left alone to face that jerk again. He made a snap decision, once again choosing to deal with the potential consequences in the morning.

"Alright, let's go to my place for now. It's not that far from here and we can figure out what to do from there, yeah? Is that okay?"

In an unexpected turn of events, her crying stopped almost immediately following his words. "Can i please stay there tonight?" she muttered softly, eyes glued to the floor of his van.

She knew it might be asking too much, but the thought of facing her boyfriend tonight was too much to handle. Eddie's eyes widened, but he quickly composed himself before responding. "Of course, anything you need."

Obeying the rules of the road was out of character for Eddie, especially when it came to speeding, but tonight was different. He made sure to make the drive to his trailer as peaceful as possible for her, not wanting to worsen her distress.

Once there, he was relieved to see Wayne's truck was gone. At least she wouldn't have to worry about his uncle seeing her in this state.

He quickly hurried her inside and onto the sofa before scrambling around the trailer gathering anything he deemed might be of use. He came back into the living room with additional blankets, a glass of water and a can of soda from the fridge, setting them down on the table. He proposed switching out the blanket for a fresh one, doubting the cleanliness of the one currently wrapped around her.

"S'too cold." she slurred, grinding her teeth once again.

Eddie knew better than to try to rationalize with her so he thought of a solution that would make for the blanket swap to be more pleasant. He grabbed one of the blankets, walked over to the dryer and tossed it in. Making his way back to the living room, he picked up the can of soda to open it and slid closer to her on the table. "Here, have a sip, you must be really thirsty."

Up until he mentioned it, she hadn't noticed how dry her mouth was, or how chapped her lips felt. Now that she was in a comfortable place and felt safe, the fear and adrenaline wearing off, she was very aware of the physical discomforts she was feeling. She quickly grabbed the cup of water, opting for the least cold drink made available and downed the liquid within seconds. Eddie's eyebrows raised and he let out a small chuckle. She met his gaze with a shy smile, clearly embarrassed by the intensity of her gulps. Their exchange of grins was interrupted by a shrill ringing coming from the hallway; the dryer alerting them of it's cycle being complete. Eddie shuffled over to it, quickly returning to the living room with the warmed up blanket.

"Here, feel this." he started, placing a corner of the fluffy material in her hands "Nice and warm for ya. How about we get rid of that dingy old thing?" he said gesturing to the stain riddled comforter.

She agreed with a nod, preparing herself for the sharp cold she would feel once the blanket was no longer on her. Eddie attempted to make the switch as seamless as possible, quickly wrapping the fabric around her. Once the warm blanket was snug around her, Eddie lightly tugged on either side in a playful motion. Their faces were mere inches from one another, he wished they could stay this close forever.

"Better?" he inquired in a soothing voice.

She nodded in response. "Thank you."

He stayed crouched in front of her, his hands remaining on the blanket for longer than he probably should have. He scolded himself internally, before retreating onto the adjacent chair. She instantly missed his presence.

It was fairly late at this point, the clock reading 1:04am. Eddie knew she wouldn't be getting much sleep while the drug was still in her system, but offered to set her up in his bedroom, reassuring her that he would take the pull out bed, not wanting to cross any boundaries or make her uncomfortable. She pondered for a few moments before agreeing. They walked over to the back of the trailer, Eddie leading the way with the extra blankets in hand. He breached the entryway of his bedroom and thanked his past self for tidying up the mess that was littering his bedroom floor earlier in the day.

Once there, she took in her surroundings admiring all the art and little trinkets laying around. Eddie grew nervous from the extended period of silence and cleared his throat before saying "Is this okay?" referring to her sleeping arrangement for the night.

"S'cozy." she responded with a warm smile. She made her way towards the bed and plopped down rather sloppily, her legs still feeling like they could give away at any second. She settled into bed and he began turning off the lamps, pausing before switching off the last one.

"Want this one on?"

"Yes please" she responded quietly from under the blankets. She had the soft material pulled up to her nose and was laying on her side watching him maneuver around the room.

"You got it" he said, a dorky smile painted on his face as he turned to look at her. Despite still appearing strung out, Eddie was enamored by her. He always thought she was beautiful, her current state never wavered that. He thought she looked especially adorable all tucked into his bed, her eyes glistening with gratitude and what appeared to be admiration. She closed her eyes for a brief moment letting out a content sigh, the feeling of safety and comfort engulfing her like a warm hug.

Eddie took this as a sign he should retreat to the living room, making sure to wish her goodnight, as well as reassuring her that she could call for him at any point in time if she needed anything. Although she had been let down earlier by a similar unkept promise, she knew Eddie meant every word he said.

Once in the living room, Eddie opted to sit on the sofa for a while to ensure that if she did call out for him, he would be awake and ready to help. He turned on the television in hopes of keeping his mind busy, his thoughts currently consumed with the image of her in his bed. He despised his heart for making him feel so fondly of someone who was in a relationship, albeit an unhealthy one. Was it so wrong for him to hope that she would leave him? The rage he felt accompanied by sorrow for the way she was treated tonight was overbearing. With a grunt, he stood up from his seat and made his way to the refrigerator in hopes that there would be a cold beer stashed somewhere in there. Wayne wasn't opposed to him drinking his supply, so long as he replaced what was taken. Behind the milk carton were two cans of Pabs Blue Ribbon. He grabbed one of the cans and headed back to the sofa, making sure to open it slowly to minimize the noise from the aluminum cracking.

The second Eddie had left the bedroom, the feeling of anxiety she had previously felt slowly crept it's way back into her core. She shook her leg in an attempt at self-soothing, trying her best to remind herself that she was safe now. She knew that she could call for Eddie at any point and that he would be back in the room within seconds, but the feeling of embarrassment and fear of bothering him prevented her from doing so. She tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep without success. Out of frustration she sat up from the bed, the blanket still wrapped over her head in a cocoon shape. She began looking around the room once more, admiring the posters on his wall. His bedroom was exactly as she had pictured it to be. Having only seem him in their work uniform up until tonight, his haircut and ringed fingers had given her a pretty good idea of what his style would be; his bedroom reflecting that perfectly.

His bedroom was quaint and felt like home. A feeling she hadn't felt in years since being with Samuel.

Samuel.

The mere thought of him sent a cold shudder through her that shook her form. She worried about his reaction to her not being home once he arrived at their apartment. He always accused her of infidelity, likely projecting onto her his own bad behavior, and would surely lash out at her the next time he saw her. She began to spiral, images of past mistreatments and abuse at the hand of her partner crashed into her like a violent wave. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, as they had many times before.

She had spent many nights crying into a towel in the bathroom alone so she wouldn't wake him with the sound of her whimpers, as he laid in their shared bed without a care in the world. He lacked the ability to comfort her, expressing it many times, usually by saying: "i don't know what you want from me". In those moments a simple reassuring hug would have sufficed, or any act of compassion or intimacy, but he didn't care. Not then, and certainly not now. This sudden realization was all too much for her to handle in this moment.

She desperately needed comfort. She attempted to compose herself before slowly creeping out of bed and pausing at the ajar door. Part of her knew it was wrong, but the desperate need for consoling overshadowed the morality of her decision. In a barely audible tone, she called Eddie's name and waited nervously inches from the door. Almost instantly, she heard him getting up from the sofa and walk hurriedly to the back of the trailer. The door opened quickly startling her and Eddie let out a small yelp, not expecting to see her standing so close to the door.

"Jesus," he let out with a sigh, clutching his chest. "Sorry, ah, i thought you'd be in bed." After recovering from the small arrythmia he was almost certain he suffered, he chuckled and asked, "Everything okay?"

Upon his arrival, a sense of dread and self-loathing washed over her. She feared rejection but also reprimanding from Eddie. He knew she had a boyfriend, and had been so considerate of that all night, was she really about to ask him if he could sleep in the same bed? It wasn't in a sexual way, but somehow the lather felt worse. Seeking emotional intimacy from someone other than the person she was dating? She felt despicable. The worse form of betrayal in her mind was emotional infidelity, which is exactly what had been taking place over the last few months. She couldn't be blamed though, not entirely. Her absent and neglectful partner had driven her into the arms of a more caring, emotionally intelligent man and for that, he only had himself to blame.

"S'worse when you're out there. Can you stay here? Please..." she managed to mutter.

Eddie's heart skipped a beat. He would do anything she'd ask to help her feel better. "Yeah! Yeah, of course. Let me go get the extra blankets and a pillow and i'll set up on the fl-"

"Could you sleep next to me?"

Her broken tone of voice shattered him. It had become very apparent to him that her relationship was far more damaging than it appeared to be on the surface. Every question she had asked him, whilst in her most vulnerable state, had a sad undertone expecting rejection. The mention of her partner's name alone had caused her intense distress. Without letting another second go by, he sprung into action. He gently agreed and motioned towards the bed, letting her get comfortable before climbing in himself. Not wanting to cross any boundaries or make her feel uncomfortable, Eddie held off on laying down. Instead, he sat up on the bed with his back against the wall, trying to take up as little space as possible as he nonchalantly stared ahead.

She was laying on her side facing him, when he caught a glimpse of her looking up at him. He turned to face her, trying to think of any topic of conversation to hide the fact that he was screaming inside. All the feelings he had for her that he had managed to suppress all this came crashing down on him. She was the girl of his dreams, and she was laying in his bed with him. He quickly shut down those thoughts and focused on her well-being; it was his top priority. He took in her facial features, now that the blanket was no longer covering the bottom half of her face, and noticed she was grinding her teeth still. "Try and relax your jaw." he said with care.

"M'sorry"

"Don't need to apologize," he reassured laughing lightly, "just don't want you to be sore in the morning, is all."

There was a brief moment of silence as her smile grew, then a snort escaped her as she buried her face in the blanket. The innuendo now becoming apparent to Eddie who, also broke out into laughter.

"Oh god, i didn't mean it like that!" was all he managed to say, bringing his palm up to his face. His embarrassment was short-lived, her laughter filling the room was music to his ears.

"I know, s'just funny" she said between giggles.

The room went quiet again, the sound of their breathing being the only audible noise. The effects of the drug were slowly wearing off, evidence of that came from her suddenly yawning.

"Wanna try and get some rest?" he offered.

"That sounds good" she responded.

"Okay, lights on or off?"

"Off please."

"Okay," he said, making his way towards the lamp to shut it off. He excused himself to go turn off the rest of the lights, as well as the TV still playing and made his was back to the room shortly after. He carefully climbed into the bed, this time laying down but still taking up as little room as possible.

Eddie was the kind of sleeper that liked to take up as much of the bed as humanly possible, so he know he wouldn't be getting the best of sleep tonight but he didn't care. Knowing that she was safe meant more to him than a good night's rest. They wished one another goodnight and attempted to drift asleep.

A few minutes of stillness passed, she turned to face him, craving closeness and warmth. Tonight's series of events had proven that Eddie was a gentleman and certainly wasn't the type to take advantage of her or intentionally cross any boundaries. She inched slightly closer to him and whispered: "Can you hold me?"

He hummed in response extending his arms for her to settle in. She nestled into his chest, their bodies fitting perfectly with one another like a puzzle. The feeling of contempt and security she felt while in Eddie's arms was unmatched. It was as if nothing could hurt her as long as he was around. He felt her grip on his shirt tighten slightly, her body pushing onto his in an attempt to get closer. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, feels good. Safe." she replied sleepily. Eddie understood in that moment how touch starved she was. She craved intimacy in it's purest form. He readjusted his arm so he could lightly rub his fingertips on her back soothingly. She was beginning to drift asleep, but was still clenching her jaw, an action Eddie was quick to notice. With his free hand, he lightly cupped the side of her face and rubbed gentle circles on her cheek and jaw in an attempt to sooth her likely sore muscles.

"Try to relax your jaw sweetheart, unclench your teeth." he gently reminded her.

His caring instructions were met with a low hum followed by a barely audible "thank you", the tension in her face releasing almost instantaneously.

Eddie bent down slightly to give the top of her head a kiss while softly uttering: "Goodnight sweetheart.", her only response an even sleepier hum than before. In a matter of seconds, they both drifted to sleep comfortably in each others presence.

The end ♡

This is my first time posting in a while, i hope you liked it, lmk what you think! xo

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How do you think Tom Jr would have turned out if Merope never stopped using the love potion on Tom Senior? I would assume at the very least he would have like a very, very fucked up view on relationships. Would Merope try to play happy family by including Tom Senior’s parents as Tom’s grandparents?

Well, that's a Nabokov story, isn't it?

Let's dive in.

Tom Doesn't Know Growing Up

Tom grows up much more well-adjusted (initially) than he did in the orphanage. On the outside he has a stable household with very good income, he has a mother who loves him and a father who... sometimes he remembers he's in the room, he probably has younger siblings if we're being very honest here, he gets a good education, has a future assured going to a good preparatory school and likely university down the road.

There are hints that things aren't right, but this is all the world Tom and his siblings have known and just the way his parents are.

His father's hopelessly in love with their mother, to the point of obsessiveness, and barely pays the children any mind (as under the influence of love potions he would only ever be fixated on Merope and couldn't really process the kids).

Merope, having chosen this path, could have done so for her children out of terror they'd be abandoned but also likely did it as she's terrified Tom Riddle will leave her if she doesn't. That is to say, I'm not sure she's paying that much attention to the kids either.

Tom also sees his father drinking something his mother makes about once a month that the kids are never, ever, to touch ever. That's just how home life is for Tom.

Tom also has very special abilities, is clearly very talented, and I imagine Merope given her background and that magic was a means of tormenting her--doesn't encourage that.

She does tell Tom though that he's a wizard (probably the siblings as well) but Hogwarts is a fantasy as no one in the family's been in ages. When Dumbledore shows up with a letter (as Tom has the last name 'Riddle' and lives in a Muggle area) Merope is shocked that he got in.

She's torn between being proud and disappointed.

Tom Riddle Sr, to Tom's surprise, doesn't care where Tom goes to school at all. Dumbledore gives Merope and Tom Sr. some very shrewd looks but says nothing for all Tom catches him staring.

Tom Goes to School

Tom learns he's a Half-blood. His mother said it but never focused on it much and while he knew there were wizards and a wizarding world, he hadn't realized he was missing out on anything. He just assumed everything was like the way he lived.

He now feels robbed and wonders why his mother didn't take him or his siblings to Diagon Alley, why they don't have spell books at home, why he was never told about Hogwarts.

Tom, not living in poverty, may not be slated to Slytherin as he doesn't have the drive at eleven to get out of the situation he's in. He's still an ambitious sort, though, so we'll say he does, it's certainly on the table.

There, he's treated not quite as bad as he was in canon, but he still is a Half-blood with the last name "Riddle". He's the worst kind of Half-blood, his father was an actual Muggle. As a result, he faces much of the same issues and likely is very upset over it especially as his father, frankly, is such a non-entity in his life.

Having younger siblings, Tom is likely even more pissed off that they'll join this school to this nonsense.

I imagine Tom makes it his goal to put everyone in their place for his own pride and also to pave the path for his younger siblings by the time they arrive.

Eventually Tom Recognizes the Signs

His mother's brewing a potion every month, he now knows that after class. Likely from the library, he recognizes the symptoms of a love potion in his father, the scent is different to each of his siblings but it always smells pleasant: this sounds like amorentia.

Tom realizes his mother has been feeding their father love potions since before he can remember.

I imagine Tom emotionally distances himself then.

He doesn't want anything to do with these people.

He may sabotage the potion so as to see what his father will do, and gets confirmation that Tom Riddle Sr. was a prisoner in his own home. Tom Sr likely flees, the children essentially strangers to him/not anyone he could take with him without Merope catching up.

Merope never forgives Tom for this, the youngest of the siblings probably doesn't understand what's happening, and Tom proposes "I WILL GET A JOB" to support the family.

As Tom's too young/still in school, the realities of poverty quickly catch up with them. Tom can't even use magic in the house (as it's a Muggle house) without the aurors dropping by.

As it is... Honestly, Tom probably takes the younger siblings to go live in the woods somewhere, where the wards that detect illegal use of magic wouldn't be set up. He ditches Merope.

Does Tom Do the Voldemort?

He might but he honestly might not.

The thing is his history's not as glamorous in this universe. He knows his mother's the magical one, and she's a piece of garbage. The legacy of Slytherin has no charm for him when he knows the realities of it. He's not sent back to the Blitz during the summers by the headmaster.

Tom's horrific childhood is a product of his own horrible, family, drama and not society. Yes, he still has to deal with being a Half-blood and supporting his family, but I imagine becoming a romanticized Dark Lord isn't a solution he actively thinks about.

Not to mention, if he has these younger siblings, then his immediate future is going to be trying to get them through school and then on their feet without any support from their parents and little to no income.

There's no real place for Voldemort in there.

Maybe, like canon, he comes back as Voldemort years later after being abroad (I'm highly suspicious that Voldemort was anything Tom was all that serious about until about a decade before canon, maybe) but this is a Tom who lived a very different life.

How Would Tom Turn Out

I imagine, as in canon, he'd be a very angry and cynical individual. I imagine he'd also be extremely scrutinous of anyone trying to approach him and always watches his drinks.

Whether he'd become a dark lord or not is up for debate.

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riftwalker-limbro · 11 months

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The next day, Vince indicated he was ready to try out fighting. Happy to oblige and finally see what he was capable of, Kelth decided to start by observing how he did in unarmed hand-to-hand with Sufford.

He did not fare well at all. His stance was nothing that Sufford could place as useful or stable. Sufford held back and slowed down his movements, widely telegraphing incoming hits, but still had to hold back from actually touching the other when he failed to dodge anything. Every time he thought he was about to get hit, Vince flinched back wildly, no control or discipline, which didn’t help anything.

Sufford’s concern grew, and after another near-hit, when Vince took noticeably longer to get back into his stance, he called a halt to it. At some point between the last time they’d taken note of Sufford’s mentality towards the newcomer and now, he had changed from being concerned about taking on a useless warframe to being concerned for said useless warframe. Kelth would’ve been glad for his change of mind, if they hadn’t had entirely the same concerns.

The second after practice was called off, Vince dropped his arms and walked away, sinking down onto the floor, back against the wall, breathing hard, chest rattling with the rhythm of it. In contrast, Sufford’s energy levels had barely gone down.

Since practice was over and Sufford very unwilling to subject him to any more physical tests today anymore, Kelth broke the transference link and rushed up to the lounge themself. Once they got there, Vince was still on the floor, Sufford still standing over him with his arms crossed.

“Sufford, can you go grab his datapad?” Kelth asked. He’d left it in the hallway, so it wouldn’t be in the way but still easy to get once practice was over. It was very solidly over, now.

Sufford looked up, nodded, and went to retrieve it. Kelth sat down in front of Vince.

“You okay?” they asked, worry thick.

Vince rolled his head back to lean against the wall, giving a weak nod.

Kelth snorted. “Somehow, I don’t really believe that.” Sufford reappeared, sat down cross-legged on the floor with them, handing Vince his pad. He accepted it, but put it down into his lap immediately, still rattling. “You shouldn’t push yourself like this,” they chided him. “If you need a break, tell us. This helps no one.”

Vince didn’t respond immediately. Eventually, he did lift one hand to the datapad and typed out a short message, without his usually correct punctuation or capitalisation: “done for the day”.

Kelth frowned again. “No shit. Get some rest. We can do something much less intense tomorrow. It’s fine if you can’t get the hang of this, or not just yet - Sufford was kind of made for hand-to-hand combat, this outcome isn’t surprising.”

Vince nodded, and after another moment, made to move. He waved off Sufford’s offer of help, struggled back up to standing by himself, and slowly disappeared down the hallway.

—

The next morning, Vince contacted Kelth with the same offer he’d started the previous day with. Even if he did feel like trying that again, they were still feeling off about the outcome, and were curious as to his other abilities still, as well. So, they made a counteroffer: how did trying out transference sound?

They almost felt bad about how giddy they got when he accepted - they’d been curious about it for so long, but had to remember to keep an open mind. They’d been thinking about how there could be a warframe that had never been battle-tested: maybe he had just been a fluke of some kind, or he might not have any abilities at all. Kelth settled on simply trying to be as open as they could be, and told him to meet them in the somatic link’s room in ten minutes.

When he arrived, they first spent some time polishing up his - surprisingly poor - understanding of what transference even was. They didn’t miss his flinch when they said they’d be with him in his mind, and rushed to reassure him that they wouldn’t be able to see or do anything he didn’t want them to, which did seem to relax him somewhat.

Eventually, Kelth thought he was ready, so they had him sit down on the floor to prevent hiccups, and entered the somatic link device themself, closing their eyes but leaving the device itself open. They easily found his transference signal, so close to them, still a little shaky, flickering with a regular frequency. For a second, they wondered if that was something that could or even should be fixed, but they quickly put the thought aside for now and requested a connection.

For a second, nothing happened, and then - still nothing, but different, as they could feel the connection taking hold. The world was still as dark as it had been when they closed their eyes in the somatic link. They could still feel their own body as they always could while connected to Sufford, but where they normally had access to Sufford’s somatic data next to their own, Vince was a black box. Whereas they always had a sense of Sufford’s mental state, Vince was silent.

Start with the basics. “Vince?” Kelth spoke with their own voice, “I know I said you could cut me off from whatever you liked, but could you try and let me see through your neuroptics?”

They could suddenly feel the embarrassment spike in him, as he took another few seconds. Suddenly, it was like they had just blinked, and they could see their own body sitting in the somatic link. A thin black line ran through their field of vision, hairline cracks fanning out from one end, not particularly impeding Vince’s view, but still noticeable.

They still couldn’t move, but when he moved his head, the neuroptics followed. He seemed to be beginning to figure out transference communication as well, because he sent them the feeling of a question. “Yeah,” they replied in kind, doing their best to send him encouragement as well, “that seems to work fine. Nice work. You want to try out giving me access to your vitals next?”

Apprehension and a brief spike of fear, which were gone again quick enough for Kelth to doubt that they’d just felt those at all. Then, one by one, they gained a sense of his limbs. They were starting to get a mild headache, which they normally never got from Sufford, but they wanted to go for as long as Vince wanted, so they ignored it. In the somatic link, their leg suddenly cramped up, so, hissing in pain, they half withdrew from Vince, intending to wait it out until it passed - but the second they were no longer in full transference with him, it went down again, along with the headache.

The connection was still present enough for Kelth to feel the sudden worry in Vince. “I’m fine,” they spoke out loud, “It’s just my leg having incredibly bad timing. Let’s try that again?”

At his nod, they went back in fully, and suddenly, the headache was back, along with their knee throbbing like they’d just woken up on one of their bad days. Well, that was no longer a coincidence.

“Vince,” they carefully asked, “your scars aren’t just on the surface, are they?”

He did the mental equivalent of drawing up his shoulders high and looking away - embarrassment and shame, as well as resignation. A second later, he figured out how to speak through transference.

“You know they aren’t,” he said. His voice was raspy, but less deep than Sufford’s, and he had an accent they weren’t familiar with. Kelth was too baffled to reply for a second, so he continued, sounding defensive. “You’ve seen the projection, you know how deep they go.”

“Yes, but I didn’t realise you were in pain because of them,” they replied.

“Your leg is the same, no?” he shot back.

Kelth was stunned for a second - surely not? Surely their leg would eventually still heal? But it had been a while…

“Shit. Sorry,” Vince said the second he could apparently feel the realisation hit them. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you’re right, I think,” Kelth said. “Putting that aside for now, I can figure that out later, on my own time.” Mildly hypocritical of them, but whatever. “Do you know if there’s anything we can do to help with your pain?”

Vince sighed. “I’m not sure. I’ve looked around online, and there’s nothing much for warframes out there, but the coat does help - the pressure is… better than nothing.” He was silent for a moment, and then continued, with seemingly renewed energy. “Enough about that, let’s continue. What’s next?”

He shook his head out and raised it, sitting ready for the next step, jolting Kelth out of their own thoughts when his field of vision jerked all over the place. “Okay,” they said, “I can see through you, I can tell what you’re feeling, the next step is letting me drive. Let’s see if I can raise your arm, first.”

They tried. No response.

“Vince?”

“Yes, sorry, one moment- there?”

They tried again, and this time, his arm jerked up wildly, which caused Vince to flinch back from himself, causing him to almost lose his balance. He managed to not fall over by putting the hand not currently in the air on the floor behind him.

“Was that you or me?” he asked them, surprised and a little disgruntled.

“Sorry, I guess Sufford is heavier than you are,” they said, sheepish, “let me try again, starting from as little force as I can put in.”

Together, they figured out the strength required for his movement, going limb by limb until Vince was standing up, walking around jerkily, piloted by Kelth. He didn’t indicate he wanted to stop when they asked, but his stress levels were rising rapidly, and Kelth was starting to connect some dots, and feeling extremely bad about the conclusion presenting itself.

“Hey, if you want to quit for now, you can, y’know,” they said, tentatively.

Immediately, all of Vince’s anxiety vanished - it wasn’t likely that it was actually gone, though, just behind a newly-built barrier.

“No, no, this is fine,” he said, with an incredibly false air of bravado.

Oh hell no.

They frowned and withdrew a little, slow enough that he was able to notice and catch himself before he fell without their control. “Vince, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. That’s not how we do things here. You don’t need to push yourself beyond your limits.”

A flash of panic reached them from behind his walls, but that was hidden away quickly, too. But now they knew to look for it. “What if I want to push myself?” he retorted, now sounding annoyed. “And you said it yourself, it’s in the name, I’m a warframe, aren’t I? So I should be able to do these things.”

“Just because you’re a-” Kelth started, before their idea from earlier returned, and they tried to word it in a way that might help Vince. “Oh, maybe- I’ve been thinking about how you’ve never seen battle, and maybe you’re from a different line of frames altogether? Sufford’s really built for it and you can tell, all of his abilities are to do with fighting, too.”

Vince kept silent, didn’t move, so they cut themself off and backtracked, cursing themself for their off-topic thoughts.

“Either way, you need to tell us when it’s too much, this isn’t sustainable. It’s a lot, and it’s all new to you, and-”

“If I don’t push myself about it, I won’t get up to speed, will I?” he said, snark on full display.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this?” Kelth said, frustrated. “There is no need for this, none. If you don’t want to take care of yourself for your own sake, think about it like this: how do you think I feel now that I know I’ve been forcing you to do things you didn’t want to do?”

That startled him, badly, and as if by reflex, he kicked Kelth out of transference altogether. They opened their eyes, woozy and blinking as if suddenly woken from the middle of a dream - that was not pleasant, but at least he had enforced his boundaries. And at least the headache was finally gone. Vince’s past twitchy behaviour made so much more sense to them now - and it had gotten suspiciously better with the coat, which he did say helped with the pain. Oh, they were so fucking blind.

He was standing in front of them, staring right back. After a moment, he suddenly drew himself up and strode over to where his datapad was still laying on the floor. No more transference talking, then. He typed something out, motions harsher than usual, and stalked over to them, stiffly presenting the pad so they could read it.

“If you insist. Same time tomorrow.”

Not a question. Before they could reply, he turned on his heel, coattails snapping around his legs, and strode out of the room, leaving them to sit there with their realisations.

—

They hadn’t expected to see him again at all until the next day. Instead, that evening when they were sitting in the lounge with Sufford after an unsuccessful drive run, trying to fend off a headache of their own making, he stormed in with half a datapad.

Half a datapad, with a break that looked incredibly clean, and a mood that had completely turned around from how the day had started - he looked excited, steps with almost a hop to them. He put the halved datapad down onto the table.

Ordis’ hologram flickered to life in response. “Did you fucking break- ahem, your datapad, Vince? It seems to be-”

He stopped in front of Kelth, pointed at the one they were currently using. With a glance down at his broken one, and still very startled by his sudden appearance, they lifted it closer to their chest, protective. There was only one more spare on board, and they weren’t the cheapest. “What- Vince, what did you do?”

He gestured at his throat and shrugged widely, as if to say I’d love to tell you, but I can’t.

“Will you break mine too if I give it to you?” Kelth asked, one eyebrow drawn up.

Vince seemed to realise what it looked like he was trying to do, then - he facepalmed, and then shook his head at them.

“Fine, but if you do break it, I’ll- doodle something on your hat,” they threatened lightly, staying away from any mentions of having to repay them. They were still reeling a little from the morning, and didn’t feel like even joking about putting more pressure on him.

He took their pad and immediately set to typing, metal fingers tapping out a quick rhythm against the Tenno-made glass. At least he was getting some use out of it, as opposed to Sufford, who didn’t particularly see the point in such technology when they had Ordis, as he had grumpily told them after the coat incident. When he was done, he handed it to them, bouncing on his feet as he waited for them to read it.

“You mentioned abilities this morning. I think that might be what happened. I was trying to recall an equation when something activated, and now the other half of the datapad is in my room, on the floor, stuck in a plane of existence between reality and the Void.”

Kelth stared at the last bit. “What.”

He grabbed for the datapad, so they let it go, amused. He started typing with renewed vigour.

“A plane of existence between reality and the Void?” Kelth mused. “Ordis, do you know anything about that?”

The rapid tapping stopped, as did his signature rattling breaths. From the corner of their eye, they saw Vince freeze up.

“Hm,” Ordis said before they could wonder why. “There seems to be some research into such a thing, from a group of researchers at the University of Deimos - which was never finished before the Old War really got going, sadly. The continuation of the research was not considered worth funding during wartime. It seems some key researchers also went missing around this time, and they lacked the expertise afterwards.”

Kelth perked up. “Vince, do you know about this? Were you built as part of their work?”

Vince slowly turned towards them, tilting his head. He shrugged.

“It sounds like what you did is at least related, though, right?”

Vince switched to a new tab in the text application and typed a question of his own. “Can you send me the documents you found, Ordis?”

“I’ll send them to your new datapad,” he said. “Oh, this is exciting - these equations do not make sense when considered for the accepted laws of physics, but if you take into account-”

Kelth’s attention suddenly caught on something else. “Wait, Vince, these are your abilities? You figured them out?”

Vince glanced up at them, before looking down, opening yet another tab, and typing out another new sentence. “I think so? I need to try out more things, starting with retrieving the half datapad on my floor. I can’t manually remove it, my hand just goes through it.”

They grinned wide. “Nice work! Yeah, now you have to figure out the rest of it, I guess.”

Ordis made a sound, as if to start saying something, before he cut himself off.

“Ordis?” Kelth asked.

“Nothing, it’s just- that’s a, uh, very clean cut on that datapad,” Ordis said, noticeably uneasy. “It’s like the cuts we found on the edges of your fragments.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Vince had once again stopped breathing, standing completely still. Next to them, Sufford leaned forwards, ready to- Kelth wasn’t sure.

Oh, that was a really horrible implication. “Are you sure about this, Ordis?” they asked.

“The patterns are identical,” he said.

The tapping of Vince typing something new startled Kelth out of their own horror-tinged surprise. This time, he was slow and deliberate about it.

“It makes sense to connect the two, though I don’t have memories to confirm anything. Speculation on if that is really what happened would be useless. I will be careful and take every measure to avoid harming myself or others while investigating my abilities going forwards.”

He seemed much more subdued than earlier at the prospect of figuring out what he was capable of. And in a way, Kelth was glad - this sounded dangerous, less predictable and familiar than Sufford’s swords, he should be looking at this with the utmost caution.

“If you need help or resources to figure this out,” they said, “tell us. You’re not alone in this. And this isn’t something you can leave not-figured-out.”

Vince paused, but nodded. He sighed deeply. Drawing himself back up, he sheepishly pointed at their datapad again.

Kelth snorted. “Ordis, you said you had-”

“Taxon is on its way with the spare datapad,” he said.

“Thanks,” Vince signed, with less delay and more confidence than last time. Kelth felt pride swelling up in them for him.

“You’re welcome,” Ordis said, warmly.

#THERE. DONE #3.2k. fucking oops. whatever #vibes were. interesting for this one. as per usual wordings may change once this goes on ao3. this is the pre-final draft

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umbrellagoblin · 2 years

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I haven't been active for over a year. So here's a proper update:

Hello!

Those of you who have stuck by me - you may notice that the profile's been updated a considerable bit. I decided to come back to Tumblr and refurbish it to more contemporary tastes. Hooray for that, first and foremost! I'm (kind of) back on Tumblr! Obviously, a lot happened in the span of the time I was barely active, and I felt like it was necesary to make an update of what happened to me, where I've been, and what direction this blog is going to take.

Let's start off with life. It took a lot of turns and upswings and downswings. I moved out of my parents' home, I moved to an entirely different country, and I've been living entirely on my own for almost a year. I finished high school and freshman year of college with excellent scores, and I managed to find a job that may be min-wage, but it satiates my monetary needs for now. Overall - I'm pretty happy with the result! Though, obviously, I didn't have much time for creative output. That saddened me to a great extent, as writing used to be a big part of my life when I had more free time. I had to adjust a lot and work hard to get to a point where I even had the drive to write again. It's still a hit-or-miss and fluctuates aplenty, but I suppose it's the thought that counts. I'm glad to be where I am now and I'm grateful for the things I have - especially finally learning how to be a proper, functional, (semi)-independent adult.

With all that in mind - my tastes in writing have changed, and the writing itself, I feel, has improved. Even compared to the stories I wrote a year or so ago. That said, I no longer consider the Umbrella Season my magnum opus. In fact, it feels like quite the opposite! However, as a gesture of respect and solidifying the past, I will not be deleting or making any changes to it. Umbrella Season was a huge part of my life back in 2019-2020, and it's safe to say that writing alone possibly got me through the early times of the pandemic. I'm so-very grateful for people that liked it and gave kudos to me, as it was the first-ever huge project that I actually committed myself to, and finished (though, of course, it's safe to say the whole of it is no longer canon for my "Goblin's DC Alternative Universe" project). With that in mind - I do have some more projects coming up, and finished. Projects that I will be actively updating you on, dear reader, and post on this here blog more often.

So, the direction of this blog. It's been my longest-running gig on tumblr, so I might also keep the olden reblogs around for nostalgia's sake. However, from this point on (mind you, it's more of a self-affirming promise, feel free to skip ahead, blah-blah-blah) I will certainly post more of my writing on here - as well as personal/commissioned art, since I finally have a somewhat-stable source of income. Reblogs will be there, sure, but I have to realize it's not Twitter, for crying out loud. And so, TLDR - this blog will be more important as a creative outlet from here onward.

That's about it. Once again, thanks to those who stuck by for sticking by, and thanks everyone for reading. Like I said, more good morsels are coming soon, and I'll do my best to deliver on my promises unlike I usually do.

- Gob.

#profile update #cleaning up #personal #personal post #life update #my writing

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arafatssss1267 · 3 months

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Those young people who left the big companies to sell insurance

"After I resigned from a big factory and decided to sell insurance, I officially announced my new career on WeChat Moments," Tian Xiaoxia said.

Insurance seems to be becoming the new HE Tuber destination for people from BAT Internet giants.

More and more people from large companies are joining the insurance industry. They are leaving the glamorous workplace and entering the contrasting insurance industry.

Some of them have worked in major Internet companies for many years, some graduated from Tsinghua University and Peking University, and some studied at internationally renowned universities, but now they have a common identity: insurance people.

1. Selling insurance is a new choice for people from large-scale slash-and-slash manufacturers.

Tian Xiaoxia and I made an appointment to meet at a bar. She has shoulder-length short hair with blue highlights, carrying a colorful National Geographic backpack, and is dressed in casual clothes. This is very different from the public perception of an insurance person in professional formal attire. At first glance, you will feel that she is rushing to a friend's party.

Tian Xiaoxia graduated from a 985 university in China. After graduation, she worked as a chief editor in the media, and then moved to Alibaba to work in operations. She is now an insurance broker and has only been working for three months.

"My dream in high school was to go wandering. My favorite magazine at that time was National Geographic. Although I have been involved in this society for many years, but after working in a single organization like a company for a long time, I missed my dream even more. I chose to read The original intention of doing journalism and being a reporter is also to travel around the world freely.”

Selling insurance allowed Tian Xiaoxia to see the possibility of realizing her original dream of wandering again.

By chance, I met Liu Tong, an insurance agent from the same school. Liu Tong's main business is running Yunnan B&Bs. The insurance agent is just a side job. At the same time, he occasionally takes on some game design projects. Liu Tong has a bachelor's degree in game design from a 985 university in China and a master's degree in education from a top foreign university.

Liu Tong worked in the online education industry after graduation. After experiencing double cuts, he reconsidered his career plan and decided to become an insurance broker.

"I like Liu Tong's status very much. In fact, he is basically a freelancer. He is a B&B owner as his main job, an insurance agent as his side job, and he also works as a game designer part-time. It's like he has a lot of Slash. He is sometimes in Yunnan, and may be in Beijing in the future. He plans to go abroad recently, but this will not delay his work. I may also develop in this career direction in the future." Tian Xiaoxia said.

Liu Tong's friend Wu Ming was an Internet operator in a large company. He encountered a serious career crisis at that time. On the one hand, it was an age crisis, and on the other hand, I felt that I did not need to be attached to the company platform in order to continue to have a stable income. Shortly after chatting with Liu Tong, I also joined the insurance broker industry.

Liu Tong's team has also attracted many people who have left major companies like him. Insurance is just one of their many career choices, and most of them wear multiple hats.

Li Na worked for a major domestic Internet company for seven years. She chose to resign after returning from maternity leave for her second child to adjust the organizational structure.

"After resigning, an accident happened to my family, causing serious financial losses. This incident also deepened my awareness of risk resistance. In April this year, I accidentally came into contact with my current recommender and learned that working hours are relatively free, which made me make up my mind I am determined to start selling insurance," Li Na said.

While Li Na is selling insurance, she is also running her own social media accounts such as Xiaohongshu and Douyin to share her daily life and knowledge about the insurance industry.

Selling insurance seems to be opening up a new life for people who have resigned from large factories.

2. Insurers, the new destination for BAT Internet people

Choosing to sell insurance is a two-way choice between Tian Xiaoxia's sensibility and rationality.

"I have worked at Alibaba for three or four years, and my job is relatively stable. After working in a big factory for a long time, the screws will feel very heavy. In addition, the Internet itself is a very anxious industry. If you have been in the same position, you will actually worry about yourself. Due to my own professional competitiveness, I wanted to see if there were any new job opportunities and develop a side business, but I found that the overall environment was not very good, so I chose the insurance industry based on the overall cost-effectiveness."

When choosing a side job, Tian Xiaoxia pays more attention to three points. First, whether this career is suitable for you; second, whether it has prospects; third, whether you can continue doing it for a long time.

Tian Xiaoxia believes that selling insurance matches her personality to a certain extent and she can provide value here.

"I am a person who loves research and learning. As a liberal arts student, I am engaged in technical communication. Technology is something that many people are not willing to understand, but I am more curious and willing to study and research. I I usually do a lot of comparisons when I buy products, and my previous job in a big factory was in Internet operations. I am very good at making insurance product comparison tables. No one is better at making tables than Internet operations." Tian Xiaoxia said half-jokingly .

Insurance is a complex enough product. If users choose to buy it online, they will need to spend a lot of time searching and understanding these different products and what the differences are between them. If an insurance broker explains it, customers will have a clearer understanding of insurance and know how to choose the right one. Product brokers can help customers save time, effort, money, and worry.

To put it simply, insurance brokers will "shop around" to select the most suitable insurance products for policyholders based on the interests of their customers, provide intermediary services, and collect commissions.

In addition to being "suitable", Tian Xiaoxia also hopes to get the opportunity to change herself by selling insurance.

"The world favors extroverts. If you are not very good, you are not qualified to be an introvert. I am not a very cheerful or extroverted person. I even feel that I have a little social fear, but the insurance agent He needs to communicate with others and spread insurance knowledge. This is an attempt for me and an opportunity for change.”

The development prospects of the insurance industry are also the main driving force that attracts Tian Xiaoxia to enter the insurance industry.

From the perspective of insurance density, although insurance density has grown rapidly since 2010, there is still room for growth to reach the average level. In 2021, my country's insurance density is US$520/person. Compared with the global average insurance density of US$661/person, there is still much room for growth in insurance density.

Stocks were booming across the board, and almost no one could make a profit. Everyone discovered that the money they made in the past few years was just luck, and then they lost the money based on their strength.

At this time, insurance has returned to the public eye with its "stability".

Many people are as fierce as tigers in the stock market, but they might as well make more money by purchasing financial insurance such as life insurance. The interest rate of life insurance is about 3%.

From a macro perspective, the spring of the insurance industry has just arrived, and there is huge room for growth in the future.

On a micro level, as the living standards of residents across the country improve, Chinese residents’ concepts of the insurance industry are also changing. Now more and more people are taking the initiative to learn about insurance and buy insurance.

“Customers come to me, I don’t look for customers. I will post some insurance-related content on my social account. If customers are interested, they will contact me proactively, instead of stalking customers to buy insurance like the previous insurance companies did. , both insurance companies and customers are making progress." Tian Xiaoxia said.

Tian Xiaoxia believes that insurance is a profession that can be continued for a long time. There is no age anxiety like the big companies, and there is no talk of retirement.

"The threshold for insurance is relatively low, and more emphasis is placed on the accumulation of experience and connections. It is difficult to attract customers in the first one or two years. If you keep doing it, your experience will slowly accumulate. The longer you do it, the more customers you will have around you, and you will have regular customers." We will introduce you to new customers, and it will become relatively easy to attract new customers.”

Doing insurance is not as hard-working as working in a big Internet company. When you are 35 years old, the price/performance ratio is not high enough. Insurance brokers are like "old wine", which is getting more and more popular. Professionalism, experience, and customer base are all three things that need to be accumulated slowly. of.

More and more people from large factories are switching jobs and choosing to be insurance companies. The reason is that they are optimistic about the development prospects of the insurance industry, and it is not a helpless choice for them when they reach middle age.

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lunanheartache · 1 year

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i wrote this to be a whore lore summary but it ended up more as crossroads lore beats after he gets to lot SO heres some crossy lore under the cutt, warning for mentions of underage / child prostitution

crossroads whore lore important beats

* starts out as a survival thing within the first few months of running away from the convent. he is (probably) 15 at most

* it doesn't work the greatest. he and nowhere are both very much social pariahs, more or less assumed / taken as demons

* obviously this is not things im going to write. dont need to think abt it. but its important & relevant to his character

* main things here: he falls into it bc hes seen other street kids do it successfully and get a meal / a room for a night, he is just trying to get nowhere something to eat and a place to sleep if he can. this is clearly a harder sell, asking for essentially 2x payment. also a harder sell bc to the general populace he is more or less infectious. he is scary even as a starving desperate child. it is the skeeviest places in the slums that hes able to get any scores, and even then its very hit or miss

* hes a scary demon child so even creeps (in deeply religious town) dont want to fuck him. basically forced into blowjobs when someone takes him on

* none of this is fun. he is scared & desperate & trying to take care of his brother who still occasionally goes kind of catatonic. hes 15. it sucks. he does not tell nowhere. start of a feeling of personal shame (distinct from before bc they both were "the same." now this is crossroads doing something "bad" himself)

* goes on for a while. it is sporadic & by no means their primary source of income. mostly they are grifting and stealing. crossroads is maybe 17/18/19 when nowhere gets his job with the baker. now they have a relatively stable thing

* with nowheres crime money (not murder yet) they have a consistent room and consistent food (aka can eat once a day for sure). it also means crossy has more time on his hands and more time alone

* he is still a gay teen / young adult. some exploring of the self now that he has a luxury. hes also working more and more magic into his grifts as he figures it out. his grifts get more elaborate bc he can plan them and its just him

* figures hed have better luck magically disguised. cue small uptick in sex work that ends up a little more complicated - hes looking for more money (but they have some) and hes curious. chaotic brain times. agonizing. but hes learning

* starts his priest scam in his early 20s. long con over several months. uses it to get into richer parts of town. early days of it (most human looking) outside of indulgences, hes mostly hamming up the sexually inexperienced & shy priest shtick in bathhouses

* later in his scams, bathhouses stop working. again people dont like to fuck him when he looks how he does & hes kind of into bottoming at this point. he turns more to hanging around the bar of a rich hotel (lion's head) and trolling a bit - hotel is more travelers who arent as bothered by his looks / were going to pay for a hotel escort anyway

* he does not account for this second thing. he doesnt realize the hotel probably has its own sex workers bc in his mind its a poor thing and this place is rich

* (these next few bullet points are whore lore part 1 that i wrote and its technically posted)

* eventually confronted by a hotel employee (technically the owner but crossy has no idea). takes him into a back office and is like essentially like hi. i know youre whoring at my hotel. if you want you can work for me and ull make loads more money

* crossy tries to keep up his priest shtick until the guy pushes that little bit too far for him to do so. he cracks. discussion

* guy (john) is like look. i got clients who talk. bunches r askin me about the priest and i dont have a priest. i can charge like 300% more than what youre charging, you can pick when you want to work (for the enforced scarcity, so ppl pay more when he Is around), and you can keep a good cut. also bc of ur priest shtick i gotta put you in penis jail if ur working. its a bit the clients think its great. hilarious

* crossy is like fantasy jesus christ. youll pay me how much? i dont care what you do, hell yeah. lock me up. i can jack off at home. what do i care when youre paying me that much

* (horny things happen in fic. main important points: crossy, for all of his talk, is still relatively inexperienced bc. people dont want to deal with him. john is like that is fine, i train all my guys :) we'll figure out what you like)

* whore lore part 2 and anything else is crossy trying to navigate this new thing. johns thing is he claims a "reputation for enthusiasm" so cross doesnt have to do anything he doesnt care for. cross is baffled by this & the idea that hes supposed to feel good here. john introduces him to some things. cross falls hard into submissive mode bc he basically doesnt have to think or worry about anything (and thats all he does otherwise. hes an anxious guy). he winds up a little obsessed / addicted to getting to shut his mind off

* starts going to the hotel just for that & the money is more of a bonus. sometimes just shows up when hes had a bad brain day

* he goes wild buying him and nowhere new clothes and sheets and pillows and just everything they couldnt afford before. he still does not tell nowhere what hes doing. when hes not working, waffles between intense shame and like big ol arrogance

#oc posting: crossroads #lot o lore

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blacksunscorpio · 3 years

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Hello, really loving your posts and wish you could share more insights on composite. Anywho, what do you think about composite moon opposite venus?

Composite Chart in Astrology

The Composite is a mid-point method and shows how the relationship between the two will be, not in theory but in actuality. How they operate in practice. It is not a synastry chart where we place two charts together side by side/ or on top of one another and see the impact two people have on each other. Synastry is how two people’s planets get along. The composite chart is the energy of the relationship. It’s the final result of synastry. The biggest difference is that you have more control over a synastry aspect than a composite aspect. A composite chart basically becomes its own entity. The relationship itself has its own birth chart basically with a Sun, rising, moon etc. As a result, basic relationship dynamics can be seen in the composite chart.

Basics of the Composite/How to Read a Composite

Interpret planets by House and Aspect

Ascendant: How the relationship started & how others / environment see you + Degree + Ascendant ruler [=Area of focused expression]

Sun [houses and aspects]: Indicates what brought you together and what goal you have in life. [Aspects to Sun : Shows purpose of the relationship supported or not]

Moon : Emotional connection & the soul of the relationship

North node : Indicates in what direction you should grow as couple

Note Stelliums

Meaning of the Houses

1st House

Planets in 1st are directly and most immediately felt by the couple. This is how they operate with one another and how they are perceived immediately by others. How their relationship typically plays out/the energy of it.

2nd House

Deals with the possessions and values of the couple. Their ability to share with eachother and maybe even the income they make with each other. The sign this house is in van indicate how they demonstrate their values to each other.

3rd House

Is about communication, and how the couple thinks about their environment. They way they communicate and their intellectual understanding of each other and the relationship.

4th House

One of the core houses to observe in the composite [Davison or Midpoint]. This house can indicate whether the couple will last or whether they’ll settle down with one another. Moon here is fabulous. Uranus, which is an erratic and unstable planet is not the best.

5th House

This has has to do with the fun and creativity a couple demonstrates with one another in the relationship. Kids, etc. An occupied 5th can indicate the couple may wish to have kids together. This can also indicate whether this will be more of a fling than a long term commitment. Like the 8th, sexual activity can be seen here. Saturn here can also restrict fun and creativity in the couples relationship or lack of kids. Well performing Saturn can make it a long lasting sexual connection.

6th House

Represents where the couple will be tested, in order to handle the outside world. It deals with the couples everyday work and routine.

7th House

Is the house of intimate lovers or open enemies. A Venus placed in 7th can display itself as two people beginning the relationship off as lovers but also where one can hurt each others [feelings[ enough for the relationship to devolve into arguments and at worst, enemies. Venus in the 7th on the other hands, can slo be one of the primary indicators of marriage/romance.

8th House

The couples ability for commitment and ownership together. 8th is death, sex, and other people’s resource. Joint accounts and possessions. An occupied 8th shows a profound bond between two people. deep intimacy and transformation. Deep sexuality.

9th House

Shows how the couple explores and thinks with the higher mind about the world together. Their beliefs. How they expand together.

10th House

Deals with the status and prestige of the couple, How they appear to the public. As a couple, it shows how they navigate the world in an outward manner. The serious approach to life and the relationship.

11th House

The social activities and social culture of the unit. Their peers, social circle/friends. How those in their environment see them. their relationship’s acceptance by society and also their social limitations. Pluto here can mean their relationship can be perceived as forbidden.

12th House

A full or occupied 12th house can be challenging in a composite chart, since it’s the house of the unconscious feelings and all things hidden. This can indicate mixed signals, confusion, miscommunication between the two people involved. Adversely, it can create a feeling of fatedness, soulmate binds, spiritual ties and even psychic connections.

Composite Ascendant/Sun

Type of couple, how your relationship appears to others. Ego/ Personality of couple Aries : Active, self-sufficient, confident, bold. Careful with impatience or bullying.

Taurus : Traditional, practical, Stable, security minded. Careful with rigidity or bull-headedness/possessiveness.

Gemini : Mental, instinctive, restless, adaptable, social. Careful with duplicity or inability to commit. Cancer : Emotional, Security, comfort. Careful with moodiness or neediness.

Leo : Confident, compassionate, popular, warm, dramatic Careful with arrogance or pride.

Virgo : Practical, detail-oriented, tidy/prim and proper, perfectionistic. Careful with criticism or letting anxiety overwhelm you/

Libra : Compromising, loving, sociable. Balanced compromising. Careful with too much passivity or superficiality.

Scorpio: Intense, transformative, sexual, probing, private. Careful with Possessiveness and jealousy.

Sagittarius : Adventurous, independent, bold, optimistic, careful with tactlessness and drama.

Capricorn Focused, structured, perhaps an age difference is there. Careful with lack of emotional demonstration or pessimism.

Aquarius : Independent, unconventional, quirky, philanthropic, brilliant. Careful with flightiness or inability to commit.

Pisces : Dreamy, spiritual, sacrificial, silent, creative, emotional. Careful with co-dependency or martyrdom.

Asteroids to Consider

Eros : Mutual passions, erotic connection, sex & obsessions.

Psyche : Intuitive connection. Psychic bond of two people/where it will display itself [look at sign and house].

Juno : “You and I” dynamic. Nature of commitment in marriage-like sense.

Ceres : Nurturing connection

Vesta : Dedication & Commitment

Chiron : Deepest wounds. Indicative of the struggles of the couple and where healing is needed between two people to make relationship function.

North node : Purpose of the relationship. Life goal of the relationship/trajectory.

Aspects

Conjunction : Binding force, depending on the planets combined. Be mindful of too much power exuded here as a conjunction is still a hard aspect/fusion of energy

Sextile : Harmonic union, comforting, pleasing.

Square : Challenging, however with understand break-ups are not as common

Trine : Harmonic union, cooperation is organic.

Opposition : prone to push pull and make u/break up themes, strong attraction.

Favorable Aspects for Compatibility

Sun conjunct Venus = Love union, warm mutual feelings. Like and love each other.

Sun conjunct Jupiter = Luck and growth. Prosperity, Optimism forgiveness and abundance. Pride of the couple.

Sun conjunct Moon = love that feels divine. People who like and love each other.

Sun trine Moon = Natural compatibility. Nurturing. Understanding

Sun conjunct Uranus = True unconditional love

5th ruler and 8th ruler conjunct = Very passionate, active sex life. Key to look at these houses and aspects.

Sun in 7th = Indicate lovers or enemies.

Moon in 4th or 7th = Excellent for a relationship or marriage

Venus in 4th or 7th = Excellent placement for relationship and marriage

Venus opposite ASC = Deep love.

Venus-Mars = Sexual attraction. Natural pairing.

Stellium in 8th = Very deep, intense bond. Transformative [look for harmonious aspects or conjunctions]

Venus-Moon = Emotional balance.

Jupiter conjunct DSC = Mutual understanding & support

Neptune conjunct Jupiter = Soulmates, spiritual

Sun-ASC or ASC ruler = Chance for survival

Juno in 1 or 7th = Fated

Juno conjunct DSC = Fated. Karmic. Met each other before.

Stellium in the 1st = relationship will be important part of the couple’s identity. Drama may be played out at face value so out so careful if you don’t want the world involved in your business.

Difficult Aspects [long term]

Multiple squares = Challenging relationship. Misunderstandings. Tensions.

5th ruler and 8th ruler square = Lifeless sex, strange uncomfortable vibe.

Planets in 12th house = Secrecy. Misunderstandings. Cheating.

Mars conjunct Saturn = Sexual distance. One is hot while the other is cold. Unnecessary formalities. Drive is impeded.

Nessus or Sado forming many squares = Abuse/ sadism masochism. Some might like it hot like this but if there is no balance it can get outta control.

Saturn square/opposite Mercury = Communication struggles. Restricted speech. Two people don’t express what they really want to say.

Lilith square Chiron = Lack of depth, conflicts of past wounds, particularly in the sexual realm. Couple that wounds each other.

Saturn square to the nodes = Bad indicator for long lasting relationship. Also an indicator of lack of support with goals [north node].

Jupiter or Venus square/opposite Uranus = Divorce/break-up aspect

Sun square/opposite Saturn = Something is missing. Power struggles.

Neptune in hard aspect = Beautiful beginning, sour endings, deception or rose colored classes come off

Neptune to Mars in hard aspect = sexual idealism. Disappointments in sex. Couple that cheats on each other.

Mars in hard aspect to Uranus = Sexual attraction, competitive & quarrelsome

Sun in hard aspect to Pluto/Mars = Power struggles. Intense and out of this world sex but can be an abusive or manipulative relationship.

Note: Aspects that appear in composite can be traced often back to the natal chart of either person. it will likely be a natal aspect and an astrologer can tell who will play out more of the theme in the relationship/or who will be more comfortable with the energy.

#Composite 101 #good q #hope this helps #composite charts #synastry #astrology #composite astrology #composite aspects #relationship astrology #astro tumblr #bruja tip #asteroid astrology

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

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You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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ameliajessicawilliamspond · 3 years

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PART 3

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The Mandolorian reached down, absent-mindedly pulling the scarf into his hands when something fell from it, landing with a light thud on the powdery snow below.

The holocron.

Din's voice caught in his throat. Luke found it! No wonder he was so insistent on recovering the scarf. He held the artifact up in the air toward the jedi triupmhantly, only to have that feeling shatter like glass the second his eyes settled on Luke's now limp body. Din nearly dropped the cube as he ran back to Luke's side.

"No, no no, cyar'ika, please, don't fall asleep. You've got to stay awake for me." Din begged, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. Luke barely stirred at his words. Din tried to get his hands back over the wound but they were too limp and slipped off. Din swore under his breath when he realized Luke's violent shivering had stopped.

That's when he gave himself a moment to panic. He reached down, grasping at Luke's shirt and placing the forehead of his helmet down on Luke's chest. A small sob eacaped his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. Something in him screamed that Luke should never be harmed. Not that he couldn't be, he was a person after all, and he was always near danger, but it just felt... wrong to see Luke like this.

The mandolorian broke from his moment of panic, knowing time was not on their side. Din set his jaw, whispering a quiet "okay, alright" to himself as he thought of a plan. He pulled the coat he had put over Luke tighter around his shoulders. He didn't have any bacta patches on him, so the wound would have to wait until they got back to the ship.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Din scooped one arm under Luke's shoulders and the other under both knees.

"Ni Ceta, cyre." He apologized, before hoisting the jedi up in his arms, pulling a whine from the young jedi's lips. Din held him close, tucking his head into his shoulder to protect him from the elements before activating his jetpack and rushing toward the ship.

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Slamming the entry door behind him, Din rushed to deposit Luke in the ship's medbay. He needed to warm up. Right now. His lips were purple, his golden hair frozen to his forehead, and he had stopped shivering whuch meant his body had stopped fighting. Hypothermia had most definitely set in.

Reluctantly leaving the jedi's side, he rushed to the control panel and turned the heat up as high as it could. The circuit board blinked ten missed calls, three from General Leia and the other seven from Han Solo. He promised himself he'd call back at some point, but that was the last thing on his list of priorities at the moment. Setting the ship to auto-pilot, he left the cockpit and rushed back down to the ship's hold, putting water on to heat and collecting every blanket he could find.

Before he could smother the jedi in the warm blankets he had to stop the wound from bleeding. He gingerly lifted Luke's shirt, causing the young man to stir, a sudden presense in his head that felt like it was pushing him away and a trembling warning of "don't" echoed in his mind. Din shushed him, rubbing his arm to try and convey that he meant no harm. There wasn't much he could do for it now, not with the equipment he had available and Luke would need to be taken to a Medcenter, but he could at least stop the bleeding. Din tapped Luke's ice cold arm. "I'll be right back."

He grabbed two large bacta patches and a warm wet towel to clean the wound. Kneeling back down next to Luke's body, he gently reached down to wipe the blood staining the jedi's side. A sudden heaviness set in the air and that warning flashed through his mind again. Din shushed Luke again and tried to continue but there it was again, louder this time, and now he could feel an invisible force lightly pushing back against him.

Din tested it, taking his hands away from Luke's side, then back again, each time the feeling diapersed. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push.

"Kriff it." Din swore as he tossed the rag away, knowing it was useless at this point. In one quick movement shoved one patch under Luke's side and the other on top.

A Force Wave burst from the jedi's body, shoving Din hard against the opposite wall.

Din shook his head, stunned by the sudden outburst before his eyes settled on Luke who was now semi awake and jerking violently in the bed. The mandolorian rushed to his side, one hand on his arm the other on his cheek.

"Cyar'ika, Luke listen, it's me! It's Din, you're safe. I've got you, you're gunna be fine." Din tried as Luke screamed incoherently, wide eyes struggling to settle on the Mandolorian. "Luke, you have to stop, you were shot, you're suffering from hypothermia, I need you to calm down. Let me help you. Gedet'ye, cyre."

Luke slowly began to settle, blind panic settling in to exhaustion and pain, his face falling as he started to cry. "I-It h-hurts." He managed.

Din's heart dropped into his boots.

"I know. I know, I'm so sorry. But you're going to be just fine." Behind him the water he had put on began to signal it was heated. Din turned to grab it but something freezing cold gripped his hand and he looked to see Luke hanging on to him like a lifeline. Din squeezed the cold hand, taking notice of how purple his fingers now were. "I'll be right back, I'm not leaving." He slipped out of the icy grip and grabbed the water and making tea. He helped Luke sit up and told him to drink and Luke did so with great difficulty. Once he had some warm liquid in his belly Din buried him in blankets.

After about 10 minutes the ship was like a sauna on a pleasure planet. Even after stripping down to just his pants after he got Luke calmed down enough to close his eyes, Din was sweating. Yet Luke still hadn't begun to shiver again. Din paused, looking at the jedi for a moment as he carefully considered his next move. He knew he had to get Luke's body up to temperature and fast and he knew the best way to do that.

"Luke," Din said, carefully approaching the jedi who barely mumbled in response. "I'm going to touch you now. Don't throw me across the room." He said, hoping for some reaction but getting none. The mandolorian took a deep breath and a chance.

Trying not to jostle Luke, he carefully slid in behind the jedi and pulled him close, the Luke's back leaning up against his bare chest as Din wrapped his legs around his sides, careful to avoid the injury there. Luke jumped momentarily before sinking back into the heat Din's body was giving off.

A long sit and a very sweaty mandolorian later, Luke finally began to shiver. And after, he stopped shivering naturally. Finally, Din felt like he could breathe again. He allowed himself to relax, knowing there was nothing more he could do now except wait. He hunkered down closer to Luke, resting his chin in Luke's hair. His eyes began to slide shut, rest finally calling him.

That is, until, something else called instead. A ping rang out through the room signaling an incoming call.

Din groaned, knowing he couldn't ignore the what was bound to be Han or Leia, but loathe to leave Luke. Regrettably, Din pulled himself from the bed, slipping on his shirt, chest plate, and helmet for privacy before answering the call.

"Mando! Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you !" Came the voice of a very stressed Han Solo.

"We ran into some trouble." Din said simply, wondering how many questions the man would ask.

"Where's the kid?" He said, his voice deadly serious.

"Luke's here. He's hurt." Din told him honestly.

"Yeah, I know." Din tilted his head in surprise. Han crossed his arms, clearly upset. "Leia and Grogu started freaking out. I thought Leia was having a heart attack, and Grogu won't stop bugging out, grabbing his head, running around, tryjng to tell me stuff but I can't understand a word he says."

Din sighed. Luke's force signature and connection to the two acted as a warning signal when something was happening to the other, sometimes even effecting them physically.

"He's... he's stable." Din started.

"I don't like the sound of that." Han said.

"We need the Medcenter ready to receive him when we land." Din said, desperately trying to keep his voice even. "He was shot."

Han sucked in a breath through his nose, his mouth separating in shock. "Blaster fire?"

Din shook his head. "Bullet."

Han's eyes blew wide. "Kark, that's... well that's just uncivilized! Anything else I need to know?"

Din pursed his lips beneath the mask. "He's suffering from hypothermia."

Han paused, his eyes distant for a moment and Din wondered, recalling what Luke had told him in the cave, if he was remembering the last time he himself saw Luke in that state. "Kriff." He swore, rubbing his hands over his face. "How did this happen? Where were you?" Han asked and Din felt a pang of regret.

"Luke was kidnapped while I was incompacitated." Din answered.

Han sucked in a breath, angry his friend and brother wasn't protected properly, Din knew, because he felt the same way. "Look, you can tell me more when you get here and we get him fixed up, alright?" the smuggler said and Din nodded in response. "I gotta go talk to Leia and explain all this. Let me know when you're close to landing, the Medcenter will be ready."

Before Din could respond, Han hung up. Din took the helmet back off, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was still hotter than Tattooine on board. He double-checked their course before returning to Luke's side, silently apologizing to the unconscious jedi all the way back to Endor.

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It took two days and a handful of bacta baths and patches later to fully revive the jedi.

Two days of Din hoping he didn't mess up his field medication, two days of a cold jedi and a tired Han. Two days of Leia and Grogu fighting the pain in their heads from Luke's own pain.

Two days to sit with his failure.

Of course the first thing Luke asked for when he's conscious is the holocron.

"Are you going to open it?" Din asked when Luke didn't activate it, opting to fumbling around the cube in his hands.

Luke's eyes locked on his, two windows into the bluest ocean and Din knew he could drown in them.

"I wanted to thank you first. For saving me and for helping me find this." He said, his gentle voice filled with gratitude the mandolorian felt he did not deserve.

"I almost let you die." Din reminded him.

"I almost let you die." Luke retorted.

"No, you saved my life." Din corrected him.

"As did you." Luke countered.

Din sighed. "You're determined to contradict me, aren't you?"

"I'm determined to see the truth, and the truth is I was captured while failing to save you and you ended up saving me." Luke said matter of factly.

Din threw his hands up in the air. "Then we're at an impass."

Luke let out a small laugh, hiding his smile by ducking his chin down, his blonde hair falling over his eyes and Din decided that was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "I guess we are." the jedi said, before looking back up at the Mandolorian. "I've been meaning to ask you, when I was..." Luke trailed off for a moment. Din filled in the blanks, the image of Luke's broken body lying in the snow invading his mind. "...well, you said some things I don't think I understood."

Din felt a red hot flush crawl up his neck. He'd never been more grateful for his helmet. "Um...well I was worried, and when I worry I sometimes forget to stick to Basic and end up slipping into Mand'oa. It was just things like I'm sorry and such. Just slipped out."

"So, 'Cyar'ika' is 'I'm sorry?'" Luke asked, genuinely curious. Din silently cursed the fact that the man was a jedi, because anyone else wouldn't have remembered such details when they were busy dying of hypothermia and a gut wound. "Or is that 'Crye'? Or are they similar?"

This time Din ducked his head, not able to hold eye contact with Luke, even through the layer of his mask. "No." He said, hoping that was the end of it, but Luke waited, scooting forward in the bed ever so slightly, waiting for an answer. Din took a deep breath. "It...um...they are...terms of endearment?" He said, testing the waters. When Luke didn't react, Din continued. "Cyar'ika means...um, kark- it well...it means like... sweeheart o-or darling and-and Cyre means...it means beloved or...love."

Luke's eyes widen, a flush making its way across his cheeks. "Oh." He breathed out.

There was a beat of silence as Luke took it all in and Din let it sink in that he actually just told him that. The mandolorian stood. "I should go." He said, turning toward the door.

"No, Din, wait." Luke said, reaching for him and grabbing his wrist, gently turning him back to face him. Luke tugged him so that he was kneeling in front of Luke's bed. The jedi took both his hands first, then they made their way to his helmet. "May I?" He asked. Din, to his own surprise, nodded immediately. Luke removed his helmet, placing it delicately next to him on the mattress, before returning his hands to Din's. "I am happy you were there. You have become more important to me now then I would like to admit. Almost losing you on the bank of that river I...I couldn't breathe. I...I love you, too." Luke said, before turning beat red and pulling his hands from Din's. "That is...if that's what you...Oh, you probably just said those words in the heat of the moment, oh kriff, I'm an idiot..." The jedi stumbled over himself. "Um, I'm sorry i just assumed--"

Din chuckled, cutting Luke off with a kiss. Their lips connected and something ignited im the air around them. Like something so new and precious, but something that's always been there. The two melded into one and for a brief moment nothing else mattered. The events of the past week melted away like ice in the hot sun.

Luke pulled away, a laugh dancing off his lips as he mumbled an apology. Din wasn't sure what he meant until he noticed every object in the room was floating back down to it's correct spot in the room. Din caught the holocron before it landed back down, climbing up next to Luke on the bed, his free hand wrapping around the jedi's.

"What on this thing, anyway?" Din questioned, tossing it in the air like a ball for a moment.

Luke shrugged next to him. "Not quite sure, honestly. It's from the jedi temple, gotta be at least thirty years old. I'm hoping to be able to learn more about the jedi way but a lot of this information was destroyed during the rise of the Empire." He took it from Din, poking and prodding at it until a blue hued hologram lit up the sml medcenter room.

Before them stood a tall man with nearly shoulder length brown hair and jedi robes, darker than what Din had ever seen a jedi wear and Din's couldn't stop staring at his familiar blue eyes that were almost as blue as Luke's. Beside him stood a Togruta girl, no older than 16 with duo lightsabers Din recognized, fighting in what could only be The Clone Wars of old. Beside him Luke gasped, and Din tore his eyes away from the holographic pair to look at the jedi. His eyes were watery with unshed tears, his free hand clasped over his mouth. "That's...I think that's my father." Luke said. Din squeezed his hand. "I never knew him like this." Luke said, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes followed the holographic ghost of his father

Din's eyebrows knit together. "Who's the girl?" He asked.

Luke's eyebrows mimicked Din's. "I think thats my aunt."

"You're Aunt?" Din asked, looking at Luke, who's eyes still hadn't left the projection.

"Yes...I never met her." He said, distantly.

Din paused. "I think I have."

Luke blinked once. Then twice. Then turned the holocron off, turning fully to look at the mandolorian. "...You WHAT?"

THE END

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Hey slug, thanks for the hard work you and your team do for the fandom!! me and some friends were discussing this and i thought it would be nice to see ur answer to this (only if it doesn't bother u, of course!!): what characters do you think parents would give a big thumbs up if you introduced them as your partner (in terms of personality and traits)? I personally think Hifumi or Ichiro would be the best son-in-law...

What an entertaining question. Believe it or not, I’ve given the matter some thought before for reasons entirely unrelated to this, so presenting: Hypnosis Microphone Men and Whether or Not You Should Bring Them Home to Your Parents.

Since there’s a wide age range among the cast members, assume that the “you” in question is roughly each character’s age.

Ichirou: Absolutely. This man is objectively a dream boat. Runs his own successful business? Check. Respectful to people of all ages? Check. Cooks? Check. Cleans? Check. Good with kids? Check. Take Ichirou and marry him before your parents marry him themselves.

Jirou: As far as high school boyfriends go, Jirou’s not a bad choice. He’s a sweetheart, popular, plays music. Doesn’t do drugs in the school bathroom. Could have better grades, but hey, you can’t win them all. He seems like he’d have you home by 8 pm. You know what? Sure. Why not? You could do worse.

Saburou: Saburou is the kind of middle school boyfriend that your parents openly like and privately dislike. What I mean is that he’s very polite to most elders and super smart, so he’s the kind of kid who is entirely unobjectionable, but he’s also the kind of kid who would try to mansplain your parents’ jobs to them. Worst of all, he would be entirely correct in what he’s saying. Your parents probably want to punch him, but they don’t because assaulting children is illegal, not to mention immoral. They will breathe a collective sigh of relief when he finally breaks up with you so he can focus on studying for the Science Bowl nationals.

Samatoki: I am so torn on this one. On the one hand, he’s every parent’s worst nightmare. He smokes indoors, has an awful temper, and is a fucking gangster, for pete’s sake. Yet he can also be a sweetheart who cooks for you and does everything to treat you right. I’m really stumped. Probably the best solution, if you’re really wanting to get in on that Aohitsugi ass, is to cut out the middle man and date Nemu instead. She is perfect in every way, so your parents will love her.

Juuto: If your parents watch Antiques Roadshow, then he will have a lot to bond with them about. Otherwise I think he’d be that kind of person who tells stories about himself way too loudly at family dinners, and after he leaves, one of your parents pulls you aside to say, “Your boyfriend’s really kind of an asshole, don’t you think?” I guess date him if you’re okay with your parents thinking you have cruddy taste.

Riou: I feel like the hard part here is luring him out of the woods and into a family dinner, but from there, it should go great. He’s over 6 feet tall. He can cook well. He has a strong sense of purpose and knows what he wants to do in life. Most importantly, he has a wonderful heart AND every survival skill known to man. He will change the oil in your parents’ car, fix the leaky pipe you’ve been meaning to get around to for six months now, clean the hood above the stove, and then swap recipes and heartfelt compliments with whichever parent does the cooking. Who cares if he doesn’t have a stable income? You don’t need that with guns like those. (insert flexing Riou image here)

Ramuda: I’m trying to think about the concept of a) dating Ramuda and b) introducing him to a set of parents, and I’m drawing an utter blank. There is nothing but “???” in my mind. I’m going to hazard a guess that this one would be a terrible idea.

Gentarou: Wow, your parents had no idea you were dating a prince of a tiny little kingdom in the Mediterranean AND a Harvard law graduate AND the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize AND the man who discovered a cure for cancer in an expedition deep into the heart of the Amazon rain forest. Look at you! What a catch. Only attempt this if your parents are gullible.

Dice: As much as I love Dice to death, this one is a no. Your parents do not want you dating a homeless man with a gambling addiction and bad table manners. Plus, the MIL here seems hard to get along with. Nuh-uh.

Jakurai: Absolutely. You’re in your 30s, so your parents are at least middle-aged. Probably they have some joint problems or some back pain. Jakurai can let them kiss that pain goodbye, and in return, they can let him kiss you! A win-win. He also boasts a handsome salary, has a lovely house, and seems like he’d be super respectful in a relationship. Yes. Go. Marry him.

Hifumi: If you’re a girl, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out. If you’re a guy or nonbinary... yeah, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out too. See, if you have a mom, how is Hifumi supposed to meet her? I guess you could... idk... stick a lampshade on her head and expect him not to notice. That could potentially work, but it’d raise a few awkward questions. If you do happen to live in a female-free household, though, you’ve hit upon the golden opportunity to make this man yours. You can replace every instance of the word “wife” in Judy Brady Syfer’s famous essay “I Want a Wife” with the word “Hifumi” and still have it make perfect sense, and it shows.

Doppo: I can’t in good conscience recommend this one. Sure, he’s hardworking and certainly polite enough, but does he have the time to respond to your emotional needs? Hell, does he have the time to respond to his own? If you invited him to family dinner, there’s a good chance that he’d need to work overtime and miss it. He’d apologize and buy you flowers to make up for it, but you know he’d also be worrying about the cost of those flowers, so... is it really worth it?

Kuukou: For some reason, my parents actually like Kuukou (although I think he’s also the only character they know besides Ichijiku), but I don’t think this would hold true for most parents. He sounds good on paper, but he’d probably make a disparaging comment about someone’s ass in the first five minutes. Perhaps if you tape his mouth shut and tell your parents he’s doing a vow of silence, then yes.

Juushi: As far as high school (is he still in high school?) boyfriends go, Juushi’s not that bad either. He’s shy but sweet. Respectful. In a band, but the kind that makes money and doesn’t operate out of someone’s garage. Yeah, you know what? Go for it. You could do worse. Just scroll up on this list if you need proof of that.

Hitoya: Yeah, absolutely. Hitoya has a great career and a fantastic attitude. He doesn’t take shit from anyone but can still be polite in the correct contexts. He also seems like the type who would get into a serious relationship and treat his partner right. Fuck it up. I support your love.

Sasara: Yes. He has the exact type of humor favored by parents of the father variety. Plus, he’s a famous comedian. There is good money to be had right there.

Roshou: Absolutely. Rather shy but very talented, hardworking teacher who obviously puts his heart and soul into his job? Of course. As long as he doesn’t death glare your parents, it will work out fantastically. Plus, he can talk about sports! That’s a thing that parents like, right?

Rei: Absolutely not. You remember last May when your parents answered a call from the IRS telling them they were about to lose all their money unless they gave the nice man on the phone their bank account password right at that very instant? He was the nice man on the phone. Why the hell would you bring this threat into your parents’ home? Look, you’re in your mid-40s. Your parents are getting up in years, and they want to see you settle down and be happy with someone. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is not it. Why are you with Rei in the first place? Is it the fur coat? Listen, you are a grown-ass adult, and you can buy yourself as many fur coats as you want. I believe in you. It doesn’t have to be this way - you deserve better.

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syubub · 3 years

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May 13th Reading

Definitely long awaited and way bigger than I intended it to be so buckle up.

Funky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Oh boy. The continuation of yoongis soulmate saga.

(Note frome future me: it's not proofread but I'm hungry. Sorry for mistakes!)

So so so so

Let's start.

I started with all the normal jazz. Connecting with his energy and shit. Same as usual same old same old. Platform= same same. I was like, "hey, let's talk about your soulmate and the whole may 13th shit" and we connected via energy stringy thing to the forehead and such. I was intresting bc my end of the string was kinda my energy color! Neato. Looks like some rest has really done me good!

Okay, here's where I start actually asking shit. I made notes at this point before the reading as I usually do. I'm just gonna insert the screen shot here.

The 14 thing really fucked me up. You'll see later. Also, when I got the whole Pisces Jupiter thing I had to do me some googling bc we established that Jupiter went into Pisces ON May 13th so I was like?? Am I missing something?

I was. I forgot that it goes retrograde and then co.es back to Pisces on December 28th. And I do indeed think it to be significant.

The shit about temperance makes a lot of sense. In yoongis first soulmate read I flipped my shit bc he was like, "You're gonna get temperance reverse" in regards to a card for his soulmate and I was like "pft whatever. Don't play me like that"

And then I got temperance reverse. It's been a significant card from the jump.

I asked him if he had any advice for his soulmate and that's what "Don't wait for big things, you'll miss the small ones that lead you to bigger things" and "Look for facts before assuming" and "Don't try pushing it, forcing it won't make sense" and "A spade is a spade/ ace is an ace" and "Don't make ill informed guesses" all were

Now this part:

"Union has happened , yet to on the physical"

Gave me some hints thankfully because he straight up said no more hints.

This ties back into the whole Jupiter thing too. The seeds are/ have been planted and now they have to grow before they can be harvested.

Well Mr. Yoongi, I'm impatient and I don't want to wait. I want to see you in love pronto.

Anyways

He showed me a little dream box/ trinket box looking thing and a super vague Keychain with no further explanation... so... there's that I guess.

I can't quite decide if "Don't make ill informed guesses" was a tongue-in-cheek pike at me or if it was genuine advice to his soulmate? He just loves to not explain things.

Now let's begin the monster read.

So. The first row of cards

I asked the question, "what the fuck was May 13th and what was it's purpose in regards to your connection"

Important is what it was lol. I interpret this as them finding their footing and this being the starting point of the genuine foundation being layer. Like they've been manifesting eachother for a while but May 13th marked the start of them making the real life changes in their actual lives that will be the set up for them meeting.

The seven of coins is about thoughtful planning and creating security/ stable plan. The tower is essentially ripping away anything and everything that was built on unstable foundation and challenging/ testing your character (an extremely rude awakeing if you will). Judgement is releasing the past so you can rise above it and confronting yourself as you are (Also legit awakening) the queen of coins is financial security and self confidence in your abilities. Ten of coins is prosperity and abundance and most of all, stability. Eight of wands is explosion of potential and rapid movement. Temperance is awareness and balance between physical and spiritual. It's also that quiet peace where you find balance.

So. Seeing all those cards it really does seem like maybe his soulmate took on something new that could lead straight to union? Same for yoongi. I'd like to analyze and recent or new-ish habits or hobbies he's picked up?

Moving right along though. I asked what the 13th did for each of them in their personal life and personal journey. Kinda like what came as a result of that energy? Let's start with yoongles

This was really intresting to me. I think he definitely gained some form of clarity about the situation with that sun card. The 5 of cups tells me that either he was kinda forced to confront some of his flaws in a way that he was trying to avoid or he had to consciously let go of something dear to him? Could be something he had to leave behind because it crumbled with the tower moment but he didn't see it coming or didn't know that it was time to part with it? With that queen of wands though fits beautifully with the sun! Its like he's found warmth after a long winter. Definitely found a spark of compassion and generosity from a place of happiness and love rather than anger, fear, obligation or pitty.

I asked for clarity cards/ anything else that may 13th signified bringing in and we got the 2 of cups and 10 of swords. I have two thoughts. Either he let go of a relationship that he was already in because he didn't feel as though they were particularly compatible anymore (Also ties into the above section) OR the 13th had made him very much consciously aware of his soulmates incoming status and he is now preparing and working on himself for when this person comes. The 10 of swords would be him releasing the past and the pain and any ill fitting behavior that don't vibe with him any longer. Yellow really seems to be working for him by the way.

Soulmate time

Lol. All signs point to his soulmate genuinely starting a new venture. New creative pursuit that will bring them good money. 10 of pentacles is abundance, prosperity and stability. The ace of wands is a new creative spark and passion and it's the first big steps into something new. The 2 of wands is "the world is in the palm of your hands" vibes. Choices need to be made swiftly and with the ace of wands I think they will be. With the heirophant too, it will be a well informed decision because they've been manifesting this and has been searching for all the possible information.

As for clarity, we have the moon. Damn. Soulmates been doing that shadow work. Dredging up all their bullshit and getting rid of it while still taking the time to sit with it and release it so nothing is unresolved. Also probably extra creative due to all the emotional baggage being thrown out. (Definitely helping with the ace of wands vibes tbh)

Now for the bad boys in the middle

The question I asked is what those individual changes (detailed in the last two sections) will bring for the bond and I just can with them. These fuckers. I am so invested in their love story bc it's so... them? And just so fucking ROMANTIC. UGH I CAN'T.

Back to the point. High priestess, 4 of wands and the lovers. The high priestess is deep knowing and insane intuition, the 4 of wands is the purest joy and marriage and the lovers is well, the lovers.a magical union.

FUCK DUDE I NEED THIS TO BE A ROMCOM.

For the row of bottom cards

I asked if they had anything at all to add so I'm gonna explain each card individually bc I think they could be individual tid bits of shit.

Knight of coins is good news about finances/ money looking promising and organized work (also dependability!!). Death is all about transformation, the beginning of a new chapter and accepting in order to move foward. Ace of coins is spiritual and material abundance and also a reminder to keep grounded. Page of swords is confidence, important news coming and really good insight! Roots out secrets or hidden things like a truffle pig. The star is promising potential, healing and guidance from an enexpected place. The two of cups is a soul connection, love, intuition especially in regards to another person and a good bind. The emperor is self awareness, foresight, fearlessness to achieve a goal and confidence. Eight of coins rev is poor discipline and skating by on low effort.

Now to the sides!

Yoongi is the left, soulmate is the right.

So, let's begin with yoongi. The first two cards are anything he wants to say to his soulmate. Wheel of fortune and three of swords reverse. I take this as "its all in divine time/ it's destiny" (wheel of fortune) and "trust your intuition. It's okay to get hurt, you just need to remember you can always pick yourself up" (3of swords rev.)

We have now cards that I asked what he was learning through this process/ in this time. Be positive and first step.

The last two cards are affirmations he wants to give his soulmate.

"When I introduce joy to a situation, I change the vibrational frequency of what's happening around me" and "directing my focus onto what's thriving creates more of what I want"

Now for soulmates cards (same structure)

Strength and eight of swords. "You're stronger than you think. Take every part of yourself and acknowledge it. You're a force to be reckoned with" (strength) and (soulmate snapped at him on this) "the only thing holding you captive is you."

Now we have peer pressure (I think soulmate is learning to say "fuck you" and "fuck off" to people who have a set idea of how everyone should be living their lives), emotional healing and open your arms to receiving.

Then we have "its good to feel good" (lol I feel like yoongi definitely needs this one) and "when I connect to the spiritual realm, I open the door to recieve divine guidance, clear direction, and great wisdom"

The last stretch my friends.

So. Completion, leave behind the things that no longer serve you. Exist in the present and don't keep mulling over the past or any future happenings. Magic, pay attention to the magic around you. Listen for the signs of the universe and take them as they come (essentially listen to divine guidance) . Be open minded but logical as well. Luminous warrior, try focusing on the good in yourself instead of berating yourself for every small flaw. Spiritual path, self explanatory. The blade, your power can be a weapon when used willy nilly (most often wounding the wielder) or it can heal. Don't fear it but also consider how you choose to utilize it. The give away, be greaful for the sake of being greatful for it, not because you want something in return. The rain maker, manifestation station. Create with the tools you have because you have everything you need in order to manifest. "Don't take life personally"

Now we have heaven sent.

""Let yourself be helped" assistance is coming your way so act on it and say yes"

" This Oracle also comes with the message that you are to trust in the things that you feel and say to others without knowing why. It moves them. You might not understand, but through trust you are allowing yourself not to overthink and censor yourself. As such you are able to become a vessel through which the spiritual gift can be passed on to others. Don't block yourself. Let life happen through you. Only benefit can come from this."

And free from judgment, free to love

" If you have been asking life for a solution to a specific difficulty you have been having, this Oracle comes with the message that a solution is in gestation right now. This situation is already being sorted out and the resolution will come to fruition very soon. Hold tight and wait for the eminent birth of that resolution."

" This Oracle also brings you a message about love. You may find that you are loving, or soon will love, in a different way. You may worry about this love, given that it defies what you have known or been taught about love. Perhaps you are becoming able to love another tremendously, even though you don't have much of a personal relationship with them. You might question if this love is real. It is real Kama it is just happening at a different level to the love and attachment you experience when you are involved in a personal relationship with someone. It is not more or less, it is just a different facet of love. It may be that you are opening up to love the planet and her creatures, including the animals, the ocean dwelling life, your own body, the trees and so on, more than before period you may feel passionately purposeful about giving your time and energy to causes that protect and nurture the Earth and her creatures. You are affirmed in this love too. The universal mother is operating through you to nurture life. She will support you in your work, so that you can continue To come from love and not become drained, depleted or lost in despair or fear of futility. Instead, you will be energised and expanded by your dedicated service to life."

" Finally, this Oracle has a message for those who may be feeling alone or lonely in a need of greater nurturing from others. You are asked to stop, relax, centre and settle into your body to feel your connection with life itself. The air in your lungs is the same as the air that moves through the trees. The water in your blood is the same water that fills the oceans and is moved by the phases of the moon. The flesh of your body is the same substance as the body of the Earth itself. The heat in your digestive system is the same fire and heat as that from the Sun. Feel this connection, then do something nice for another without agenda. Make a donation, even if just a small one, smile, say a prayer, sent out a good thought or make a wish for another. That's it. You have connected to life again and in doing so, life can connect with you. And so it shall.

And that's all for the cards but but but.

Someone (either my guide or yoongi) was like, "do a song. Do a song. Do a song." And I was like, "oki doki, sounds good.

So I asked what numbers I should try refreshing and then it hit me. The number 14 came up before the reading and it seemed a bit misplaced? So I did 14 shuffles and look what popped up

You gotta be fucking with me.

Istg these fools will actually be the death of me dude. Euphoria is so romantic and I lowkey feels like it describes a bit of what their bond must be like.

YOONGGGIIII

Anyway,

I came back to the platform to be like, "thanks homie" and it was weird bc he was practically pure energy? Like usually I visualize his energy as what his physical body looks like because it's easier to comprehend? But nope, he was just a big shimmery glob of energy.

As I was going to disconnect, a few things happened. I felt tingly and the platform was vibrating almost? So I was like, "hold on, what the fuck is this?"

And then

It hit me

"MIN YOONGI IS YOUR SOULMATE HERE??"

I could tell this fuckin asshole was smug even in his blue glob form.

The color was... blue like yoongi but also a light lavender/ pink kinda vibe. Pretty damn distinct.

I was so stoked and I thought we'd all get to chat and I could yell at his soulmate for being an elusive asshat

But Mr smug butt had different plans.

My dude dropped a little marble thing in my hand and I was like ??? And he was like, "you'll know when you need it" and I was like ?????

My guide took pity on me and said, "it's just a representation on information that you've been given but it isn't the proper time to unpack it yet"

Cool cool so like and energetic zip file that will release itself whenever it damn well pleases? Cool cool cool.

(Asshole)

Anyway, I genuinely think that my excitement of this whole situation must somehow also influence how yoongis energy handles my prodding? Like what the fuck is this marble bullshit?

To top it all off, he gives me a friendly shove off of his platform.

Thanks, buddy.

Now we are here. And as always, I'm left with more questions.

My main take away is that amay 13th through July 28th will be all the foundation and ground work and December 28th 2021 through May 10th (11th? 9th?) 2022 will be a more likely time for physical union and actual relationship stuffs.

Anyone who knows more about astrology please feel free to chime in on this whole Jupiter in Pisces bit! My understanding is super surface level!!

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That was a big boi and now my thumbs hurt real bad. Hope you were entertained by the chaos.

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angelicyoongie · 4 years

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desolate (1)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x reader

— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut

— word count: 2.7k Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten (M) Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen Part fourteen (M)

"A hybrid?" You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your coworkers surprising words.

"Don't sound so surprised Y/N, this isn't the first time we've talked about this," Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.

"No, but it's the first time we've ever talked about me and hybrids in the same sentence," You shake your head as you lean back in your chair, Jihyo's eyes narrowing as she looks at you.

You advert your eyes to pick at your shirt. Somehow, Jihyo always knows how to make you do something you're unsure of, and this is too serious to be one of those situations.

"But wouldn't it be nice? You always complain about being lonely," Jihyo says, a knowing smile on her face as she takes another bite of her own food.

"Yeah, but I meant a boyfriend, not a hybrid!" You sigh. You had been complaining a lot recently about how sad it was to come home to an empty apartment, and how nice it would be if the space was filled with someone else besides yourself.

But a hybrid? You hardly know anything about them. And considering they're part human and animal, you're sure they would need double the attention a regular pet would.

"Besides, I just don't think I'll be able to take care of anyone else. I can barely take care of myself!" You add, a frown on your face as you find a small stain on your white shirt.

Right. You can't even seem to keep your food where it's supposed to be, how can you care for another being?

"Ugh, alright! If you say so, " Jihyo huffs, a small pout on her lips as she finishes her food. You know she only has your best intentions in mind, but this is a big step. One your not sure you're ready for.

"If you don't want to adopt, can you at least come with me when I go looking tomorrow? I think a second opinion would be good," You look up to meet her eyes and oh no, there's those puppy eyes again, those that make saying no so hard.

"Fine, I'll come with," You grumble, standing up to throw away your trash. Your lunch break isn't that long, and you would hate to get yelled at by your boss for something so small as not being at your desk when your break is up. It happened once before, and you vowed to yourself that it would never happen again after that.

"Thank you Y/N!" Jihyo grins, throwing her arm around your shoulder as she leads you back outside to your desks. "I promise you won't regret coming with me!"

You are regretting coming with her.

You two met up a few hours after your shift ended the next day, at the building Jihyo texted you the address to. You had always pegged her as one of those that would go to a higher class breeding facility, where they kept expensive and prized hybrids that were in perfect shape. She comes from money, and you know she doesn't need her job to pay her bills - not in the same way that you do.

That's why you are so surprised to find yourself outside of your local shelter, the large building looking a little worse for wear. The worst part is that Jihyo knows how weak you are for those that doesn't have much and need help. She totally set you up. Jihyo pulls you inside as soon as she spots you, a big smile on her face as she drags you up to the front desk.

"Hello! What can I help you with?" The man behind the front desk gives you both a kind smile, the nametag on his shirt tells you that his name is Yeonjun.

"We're here to adopt!" Jihyo beams.

"Jihyo!" You hiss, quickly elbowing her in the side as a confused Yeonjun watches your interaction. You give him a strained smile as Jihyo rolls her eyes.

"I'm here to adopt, she's just here to look," Jihyo clarifies. You're about to hiss at her again, because no, you're not! but you're interrupted as Yeonjun's face lights up, a clipboard in his hand as he steps away from the counter.

"Very well! Please come with me so that we can discuss what you're after."

You give Jihyo a sour look as she pulls you along down the white corridor, into the office that Yeonjun has taken you to.

"I just need some basic information, and then I'll take you out to see them," Jihyo nods eagerly as your eyes drift off to take in the decor around the office. It's pretty plain and small, but one wall is covered with pictures of humans and animals grinning to the camera, tens of happy faces staring right back at you.

"Oh, that's our happily adopted wall," Yeonjun supplies as he realizes your attention has strayed elsewhere.

"They do look very happy," You murmur, feeling a little sad as you let your eyes roam over their faces one more time. You can hear Jihyo listing off her information for a while, your attention drawn to a picture of a girl with a white cat. You've always had a soft spot for cats ever since your neighbor's cat used to sneak into your room for extra cuddles and snacks when their owner was at work.

"And you, Miss?" You startle, a faint blush creeping into your cheeks as you realize that both Yeonjun and Jihyo are looking at you expectantly.

"Your information?" He says, hands resting on the keyboard as he waits for you to list of your details. You tell him about your apartment, your income, your habits. You don't even realize what you're doing until he asks, "And what kind of hybrid are you interested in?"

"Oh no, sorry, I don't think I can care for a hybrid. They seem to need a lot of attention and I'm not sure I can give them what they need," You see Yeonjun's face fall as you explain, a sad smile on his face as he finishes typing in your information.

"That's okay, Miss. Then we'll just store your details in case you change your mind later." You give him a nod, thankful that he didn't push further.

"So, you do want to go meet them now?" Yeonjun asks, and Jihyo shoots up from her seat, a big smile on her face as she takes your hand and makes you follow them outside.

Jihyo is pretty sure she wants a dog hybrid, but she really wants to look at the others before making up her mind, so you find yourself following them into the first room, the one that houses all of the smaller hybrids first.

You can see that some of them are shifted into their animal forms, small bunnies and rabbits as well as some hamsters running around inside the room. There are some that are in their human forms as well, long ears turning your way as you step up to the glass wall separating you from them.

"This is just for safety," Yeonjun gently taps the glass as he lets you two step closer.

"Some hybrids get really excited, and it's just best to try to keep some distance until you see one you like. Then you can meet them and decide if they're right for you," You find yourself nodding along to Yeonjun's explanation as you step back, letting Jihyo use the space to see if she sees one she likes.

You smile as you watch the hybrids running around, most of them crowding close to the wall and Jihyo to try to catch her attention.

One of the bunnies hang back though, and you jump a little as you find it looking directly at you, nose twitching as you meet its gaze. One ear is standing straight up and the other is flopped, the brown bur looking almost golden and you can't help but coo a little.

It's so cute .. And bunnies aren't that big after all .. You quickly advert your eyes in time to see Jihyo shake her head.

"Can we see some more?" She asks, and you swear you feel the brown bunnies eyes staring at your back as you follow them out.

Turns out the shelter has a lot more different animals than you first thought. Bunnies, cats, birds, dogs, foxes, wolves. You didn't even know that there were so many different kinds! You do find yourself drawn to some of the hybrids you see. There was the bunny, the spotted hamster, the boy with the orange cat ears and fluffy tail, the gray wolf, the red fox and now, the golden retriever hybrid that's pushed up against the glass, an excited smile on his face as he tries to press himself even closer.

"I think he likes you," Yeonjun laughs, and the hybrid just looks so happy that you can't help but smile back. You didn't think it was possible, but his tail suddenly wags even faster, eyes big and bright now that he's finally got your attention.

There's nothing you would like more than to bring him home, but you don't think you're ready, and you would hate for it to not work out and for the poor hybrid to return to the shelter. So you shake your head sadly at the hybrid, your heartstrings tugging as you watch his ears droop down at the rejection.

I'm sorry, you think. Maybe in another life where you had a better and more stable job.

You step outside of the room as Jihyo and Yeonjun continue looking, the dejected expression on the dog hybrid’s face making you feel worse than you thought you would.

You notice that a door a little further down the hall is ajar, and the sign above it just says "animals". You can’t help but feel curious as you make your way down, only hesitating slightly before pushing the door open and slipping into the room.

There are cages in here, you notice, and you find yourself wondering why these hybrids are locked up in here and not out with the rest. It can't be good for them to be kept in such small cages. You slowly wander down the room, looking at the different smaller animals until one catches your attention.

You freeze as golden eyes catch yours, the darkness in the cage making it hard to make out the animal stuck inside it. But after a few seconds your eyes seem to adjust, and you suck in a breath as you see that it's a black fluffy cat.

"Fluffball?" You whisper. Even though it bears a striking resemblance to the cat your neighbor had, you know it's not the same one. Fluffball had to be put down due to an illness, and you were there to attend the little funeral your neighbor held for it.

The cat hisses at the name, eyes narrowed as it looks at you from the darkness. It certainty seems to be more aggressive than what Fluffball was, but there's just something you can't put your finger on.

"Y/N?" You hear Jihyo calling out for you in the hallway, and you spare the cat another look before hurrying out.

"So that's where you were!" Jihyo grabs your hand as you sheepishly step into the hallway, Yeonjun giving you a small frown as he notices the sign above the door.

"Can I ask something? You are you keeping hybrids locked up in those small cages?" You ask Yeonjun. The idea doesn't sit right with you.

"Oh no, Miss! Those are just normal animals. We normally just keep them there until a proper shelter can pick them up," He gives you a reassuring smile.

"That's good," You mutter, throwing a look over your shoulder at the door as Jihyo starts leading you back to the front desk.

"Did you find one you like?" You suddenly remember the reason you were there in the first place, and Jihyo practically skips down the corridor as she chirps out a yes.

"I found the cutest little Pomeranian hybrid. I love her already!" Jihyo giggles as Yeonjun brings you two to back to his office, a stack of papers waiting to be filled out.

As you watches Jihyo fill out the forms with concentration, you can't help but let your mind wander back to the black cat. You might not be able to care for a hybrid, but a regular cat should work fine.

"Yeonjun?" You ask.

"Yeah?" He smiles.

"I actually think I might want to adopt someone after all."

Despite Jihyo's pleads for you to get a hybrid, you couldn't be more sure that you've made the right decision. Yeonjun seemed more than happy to let you adopt the black cat, saying that the less travel and new environments the cat had to go through to find a new home - the better.

So that's how you find yourself back in your apartment, carefully placing the carrier down on your hallway floor.

"We're home kitty," You smile, excited to finally have a pet to come home to. You rush to place down the food bowls in the kitchen and the litter box near your bathroom, wanting it all to be in place before you let your new friend out.

You take careful steps back to the carrier, not wanting to startle it - him - as you crouch down to open it slowly. You peak inside once the door to the carrier is open, only to find the cat pressed up against the back, fur raised and low hisses coming out of its mouth as you make eye contact.

"Hey now, it's okay," You frown, pulling back to see if giving it space will make it feel more comfortable. You wait for what feels like forever, but the cat refuses to move from what you brought him home in.

You know it hasn't eaten for a while, and that it really needs to get out of the carrier to start making itself feel at home. While you don't want to force it outside, you don't really have much choice.

The grumbling from the black cat grows louder as you come closer, and you can see that its eyes are trained on the fingers that are coming closer and closer.

The fluffy tail is swishing harshly back and forth, and so it doesn't come as a surprise when it lashes out, claws digging into your forearm as you quickly scoop it out. You let go as soon as it's out, picking up the carrier and closing it so that it can't scurry back inside.

The cat gives you another angry meow before it disappears under the couch. You let out a hiss of your own as you accidentally brush against the marks your angry kitty made, a few drops of blood staining your skin.

You let out a sigh as you quickly make your way to the bathroom, sterilizing and bandaging your scratches before they can get infected. Your next stop is the kitchen.

You fill up the food bowls with the cat food Yeonjun gave you, thankful that you could stay at home for a little bit and get to know your kitty before needing to leave him alone to go shopping. You hear a soft hiss as you get closer to the couch and you freeze, not wanting to upset him even more.

"I'm going to bed, kitty. There's food in the kitchen," You feel a little silly talking to a cat, especially one that clearly doesn't like you, but it feels weird to just go to bed without any explanation.

"See you in the morning," You mumble, cradling your throbbing arm to your chest as you make your way to the bedroom. You end up closing your door, not wanting to take the risk of waking up to your cat clawing up your face.

But maybe if you hadn't, maybe if you had waited a little longer, you would have seen the golden eyes peeking out from under the couch.

The golden eyes that seemed almost .. human, in the growing night.

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Welcome to the first chapter of desolate! I promise the next chapter will be more interesting as Yoongi grows more comfortable in well, your home. ;)

P.S. This story will grow a lot more mature/smutty, so please keep that in mind!

Hope to update again soon if you guys liked this! I'm also considering writing a version where Y/N picks up all the little animals that seemed to be calling out for her .. if you guys are interested!

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 8- Bastards From Space

Summary: These past couple years in Wakanda with Bucky have been the best. Who would have thought some aliens would be the thing to ruin it all.

Warning: violence, angst, reader being a bad bitch, things get intense

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Today had started as normal as ever, you woke up with Bucky’s arm slung over your face, his body practically covering you like a human blanket. Then you two got out of bed, did your usual morning routines, and started your day with helping the Wakandians with whatever tough job needed done for the next however many hours.

Which as of now happens to be chopping wood; you sit comfortably on a spared thick log while Bucky smashes the Vibranium axe into another chunk of wood while you watch him with a mischievous smirk playing at your lips. “You’re doing a fantastic job with that by the way.”

Bucky sets another one down as a smile pulls at his handsome face, “Oh yeah?”

“Yes, your form is just...amazing.” You applaud, making a chefs kiss motion with your fingers as he chuckles before splitting another hunk in two.

“You know..” Starts Bucky as he sets the axe against his shoulder while you rest your knuckles against your chin, “this would go a lot faster if you helped me.”

“Then I wouldn’t be able to watch you doing your thing....and by the way you look real fine, did I mention that already?” You add with a click of your tongue while he throws you a humored glare of affection.

“I could use your help.”

You point to the wagon seated next to you, “I did, I threw all these bags and split wood in here so now I’m taking my earned break that I obviously get because I finished my job. You on the other hand don’t deserve an earned break.”

Bucky huffs, deciding to ignore your little bout of sass that so unmistakably is targeted to rile him up, so instead does he mumble out something incomprehensible just for himself to hear, “Yeah, and if we were in that hut I’d show you an earned break.”

Snickering, you cross your arms while studying Bucky’s concentrated face; his dark mane is all wet and unwashed, clothes a bit dirty and unkept with some sweat stains marking them from when you two sparred each other that morning. But God if you don’t think he’s the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this earth in your lifetime. How did you ever get so lucky?

He’s been a true beacon of hope and refuge since Romania, and you’re for certain that if not for one another’s found love. You’d both be much lonelier people.

“What’r you thinking about?” Mutters Bucky while you return from your drifting thoughts. Though soon you’re alerted to the sounds of walking in the grass that draws your attention to the hillside. “Why the fuck is T’Challa here?” You move to stand and a moment later King T’Challa and a couple of the Dora Milaje are walking down the grassy hill with something in their arms to greet the two of you. The king of Wakanda appears a tad bit distressed, face unusually more serious then what marks his features most days. You immediately know something is wrong.

Bucky shares a wary glance with you as the king greets you two with a nod, “Mr. Barnes, Miss. Valerious.” One of his guardsmen unclasps the long black case only to reveal a Wakandian styled metal arm.

Bucky purses his lips as he looks down at the new appendage, “Where’s the fight.”

King T’Challa gives the two of you a hard expression, “On it’s way.”

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After learning about some angry aliens on their way to take the mind stone from Vision, and that a good portion of the rouge Avengers are on their way to Wakanda. You and Bucky knew deep down something wild must be stirring in the universe for something as big as this to happen, something very bad indeed.

You just have no idea what.

Clasping your black armored top together, you move to put on the Wakandian black leathered Vibranium gauntlets that were gifted to you for this special occasion, not that it’s really that special, but you do look cool. The new armor feels solid and stable against your forearm as you focus on tightening the clasps when suddenly you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you.

“I know you’re looking at me.” You muse, side eyeing him.

He smiles, eyes never leaving you as you lock in the armor to your forearm. He studies the brilliant dark attire that’s laced with a vibrant golden hue, “You look like a warrior.” Admits Bucky almost in awe of how you’re currently looking.

You nod, “I’d feel a little out of place next to the Dora Milaje....but uh, this suit is nice.” You add with a shrug, “Comfortable and practical, they really know how to size right.”

“Yeah....” Mumbles Bucky with a breathy laugh while you focus on the task at hand, oblivious as to where his gaze wanders all over your vessel and the parts your new attire ever-so-slightly accentuates. He just thinks you’re so beautiful no matter how you look, and right now, in Bucky’s head you’re one fine specimen.

“How’s the new arm?”

Bucky’s wandering eyes soon shift down to the new dark plated Vibranium and golden laced metalwork, “Feels light. Like it’s apart of me you know? I still can’t believe how amazing their tech is.”

“I know right..” You pause for a moment, glancing warily over to the clock, “Well, guess we better get moving. Okoye said they’ll be here soon.” Bucky nods before zipping his jacket up the rest of the way and walking over to your side. He stops to buckle down the left side of your Wakandian styled black vest while you happily let him. Enjoying how close he is to you and the adorable way he sticks his tongue out when fully focused on a task.

Once done, Bucky takes a look at his handiwork, reaching to clasp your one hand with his. He smiles though a sadness hides behind those beautiful blues, “To battle?” Whispers Bucky.

Reaching a hand up to place a soft touch against his stubbled cheek, you smile fearlessly, “To battle.”

Soon the two of you are outside of T’Challa’s palace, standing off to the side as the king and his warriors greet the approaching Quinjet as it lands on the stone landing pad. A minute later, you catch the sight of a bearded Steve, a blonde haired Natasha, Sam, Bruce Banner, and lastly Wanda and Vision as they walk out side by side.

Vision looks hurt, and Wanda has a scar above her brow. Wonder what brute did that?

T’Challa welcomes the team before he nods and turns for them to follow, Vision and Wanda walk past you two as you finally see them clearer through the parting crowd, “How we looking?” Asks Natasha as she follows behind the king, Steve to her immediate right, the others following close behind them.

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and...”

“And a semi-stable 100-year-old man.” Quips Bucky as all of you finally come face to face with one another, Steve immediately smiles as you walk next to Bucky. “Plus whatever the hell I am.” You jest as the two of them go in for a hug.

Natasha gives you a smirk as they part, “How you guys been?” Asks Steve, blue eyes flickering between you two.

Bucky looks over at you and shrugs, “Uh, not bad...”

“....for the end of the world.” You deadpan, causing Bucky to chuckle as well as Steve and Natasha.

“Well, it’s nice seeing you guys again...” Adds Steve as Natasha takes a step forward towards you. “We gotta stop meeting each other like this.” Quips the ex-assassin.

You snort at the little inside joke between the two of you, raising a brow at them, “You know, you guys don’t have to visit just because some aliens are threatening our entire existence. Couldn’t we have saved a reunion for a wedding or something?”

Steve sighs, “Yeah, that would have been preferred.”

“Too bad none of you invited us.” Smirks Natasha as she looks between you and Bucky with a raised brow of her own, his stubbled face growing a small shade of pink while you awkwardly cough, eyes darting elsewhere.

“Yeah, we’re getting there, Nat.” You mutter while rubbing the back of your neck, the thought of marrying Bucky has never actually crossed your mind. You love him, its just, you two married? Actually married? Would he even want that? You have no idea, maybe talking about it before the alien situation would have been helpful in the long run. Too late for that now, guess another time then.

“Alright, come with me upstairs my friends, my sister will see what can be done for your friend.” Adds T’Challa as he takes a step back, Steve, Natasha, and Bruce all following suit and through the doors they go inside to assess the Vision situation upstairs. Leaving Sam and Rodney.

You watch as Natasha’s body disappears behind the dark glass before turning around to meet a smiling Sam as he wanders closer to you and Bucky. Undoubtedly about to give you two a proper Sam-like greeting, “Nice to see you two weirdos again.” Chuckles Sam as he takes in how much or little you and Bucky have changed since a couple years ago.

“Can’t say the same.” Muses Bucky as you snicker at Sam’s half-offended reaction.

“I guess.....maybe....possibly.....it’s nice to see your annoying face, again.” You add, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nods, “Better then you coming to try and arrest us.”

“Alright, I’ll take it.” He smiles, “At least someone cares about me after all this time.” Side eyeing Bucky as he holds back a laugh.

“Never said that.” You mutter while shaking your head at him, “Definitely did not miss you at all.”

“You were thinking it.” Points Sam, “So was Bucky.”

“I wasn’t.”

About ten minutes later, after fully catching one another up on the happenings missed by the distance and time apart, the hair on the back of your neck pricks with the sound of something large and unfamiliar breaking into the atmosphere above. Soon a smoking metal ship crashes into the forcefield high above your heads, an explosion of fire and debris blasts in its wake as the destroyed object slides off the sides.

“God, I love this place.” Mutters Bucky as the three of you look to the sky.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome.” Announces Rodney on the ear coms as your face falls when more blasts crash against the protective outer barrier of Wakanda.

“Fuck......I’ve never met an alien before.” You mumble as they look to you now, your eyes wide and fearful as you stare up at the sky, “And I don’t think I want to.”

Soon more glaring fiery balls come racing past high up in the clouds headed straight for the Wakandian forcefield, violently crashing against it though nothing pierces through much to your great relief. Not even a minute later T’Challa and the rest of the team are on ground level with the rest of you. Urging everyone into the advanced Wakandian vehicles, you file in close to Bucky and Natasha as the driver begins making haste for the huge fields beyond.

Wind flies wildly past your face as you observe the growing smoke rising up from the broken and burning forest from where the aliens have landed, where they’re preparing for battle far behind the protective forcefield.

The hover vehicle reaches its destination on the knee high grass, immediately everyone files out; your boots fall into the soft ground as you find yourself on the field positioned in between Steve and Bucky while the rest of the Wakandian army keeps strong from your left, right and rear.

It’s a small comfort having everyone so near but it still feels like a false protection; Bruce is held in the Hulkbuster suit standing high and strong above the rest, while Rodney and Sam keep to the skies as they circle around in anticipation for what’s to go down.

You wish you felt better about this, but you’d be a lying fool if you claimed to feel dangerous and fearless, you’re not fighting against mortal men this time. These are beasts from a whole other world with no intention of sparing a life, they don’t care for human problems, they’re here for one single goal and that’s to take the mind stone.

Heart beating nervously in your chest, you turn a worried glance over to Bucky who’s holding a large machine gun in his left arm, he sends you a reassuring nod as T’Challa walks over to speak with Steve.

“There’s two by the perimeter, what our next move?”

“We’ve met the female one before, I guess we’ll go see if they can be reasoned with, though I’m afraid of their answer.” Begrudgingly replies Steve, eyes set ahead at two figures approaching the forcefield. One a tall broad scaled being and the other a half pale faced woman with two dark horns rising upward from her temples.

Steve, Natasha, and king T’Challa collectively decide to walk the distance to face them while everyone else remains in suspense. They speak for about a minute before walking back to the rest of you as the giant alien machinery shifts and rises with strange movement.

“They surrender?” Mutters Bucky as Steve takes his place by your side.

“Not exactly.” Well that sounds fucking promising.

Your body begins shaking with adrenaline as loud thunderous rumbling emits from the forest, a second later, large dog-like creatures race madly out of the tree line headed at a dead sprint for the forcefield.

“What the fuck.” You mutter, brows furrowed in confused bewilderment as the foreign creatures slam violently against the forcefield with little regard for what its doing to them.

Natasha hums, “Looks like we pissed her off.”

You nod as some of the beasts force their way through the guarded perimeter, they scream in fury and pain while their bodies and limbs get phased by the power of the giant shield protecting Wakanda.

“They’re killing themselves.” You can hear Okoye mutter in fearful bewilderment as the screaming creatures push through their violent assault, soon about a dozen break through, racing furiously over the shallow river and across the large battlefield to where everyone is standing.

King T’Challa shouts the battle cry as his army calls their technologically advanced shields to arms in an instant. The alien creatures thunder across the grass, getting closer and closer as the army around you begin shooting them down as fast as they can.

Bullets fly past your head as Bucky begins aiming for the beasts, shooting them down with great accuracy as you breath heavily from your growing adrenaline. Sam and Rodney shoot from the sky; you watch more fall but a plethora of others begins running off to the sides as they attempt at searching for an alternative way around the forcefield.

T’Challa realizing this, calls for the opening of North-West Section Seventeen, which is the one right in front of you all. Well this is it then, you think nervously. Dreading how the events of today may play out within the next hour, or ten minutes for all you know.

“This will be the end of Wakanda.” Mutters M’Baku as the section is lifted.

Okoye nods, face stoic and fierce, “Then it will be the most noble ending in history.”

T’Challa steps to the front lines before valiantly shouting, “Wakanda forever!” And with that does the warriors cry with courage and might as everyone including you begins a dead sprint across the grassy field, pumping your arms hard, you feel a thrill of strange excitement pulsing throughout your entire vessel as your boots thunder against the ground in tune with the beasts that charge onward.

Steve races inhumanly fast, you right on his tail as T’Challa makes ground to your immediate right. The rest of your fellow warriors keeping up as best they can. You don’t remember ever unsheathing your claws, or when they sliced violently into the thick skin of the first alien you met.

But soon your hands are covered in the warm inky blood of the creatures you’ve killed as you don’t have time to think, only kill and survive is all your mind is on. You’re practically on autopilot as the beasts thrash and slash at everyone in sight.

Suddenly one of them traps you between it’s bear paws and the rough ground, sharp daggered teeth chomping at your face as you drive your fist straight through it’s jugular and back out again, instantly a spurt of sticky dark purple blood sprays onto the side of your face as you turn away from the gory scene.

Shoving it off of you, another one punts you into the rocky earth, in retaliation you throw a clawed fist right across its shoulder. Making sure to sink it in deep when you reach its stomach. Screams of pain are all you hear as it dies, going still as stone while you jump right back into the action.

Without warning, about three pin you to the ground while you grunt and groan from the weight and their knife sized claws digging into your armored sides, damn you’ve really had better days. Shoving your Adamantium talons right through it’s exposed chest, it immediately goes limp as it’s two friends strain to reach you while it’s annoyingly bulky vessel pins you to the rough ground.

Your lungs struggle to take in a decent breath when suddenly a crack of lighting sounds throughout the battlefield, a second later the large alien bodies are thrown off of you from the force of bright white electricity, killing them instantly.

Sucking in a deep breath of relief and general oxygen, you jump to your feet only to take notice of a blonde man in some type of royal armor with an axe in one hand and sparks of lighting in the other. Oddly enough, a raccoon and a walking humanoid tree to either side as he scans the horizon before turning around and belting out, “Bring! Me! Thanos!” Before taking flight as more electricity sparks and shoots all around him.

Yeah, alright that’s normal. At least they’re on your side.

He lands and a giant plethora of white hot lighting emits all around him, killing many of the alien creatures where they stand. Though there’s no time to celebrate this small victory when giant circular machines of war burst forth from the ground, many going in different directions, but these couple begin heading straight in yours.

Eyes widening in fear, you book it in the opposite direction as T’Challa yells for his men to fall back for the tree line, your heart races a mile a minute as you force yourself to keep running through the exhaustion and slight pain in your left thigh from a heeling bite mark.

But just as the razored metal closes in behind you, a bright whispy red halts it in its place. Turning towards the source, you’re almost comforted to find Wanda at the hands of the machinery’s demise. She yells, throwing her hands back as the metal clashes across the battlefield, killing the beasts as they go.

And she was up there this whole time?

Turning to face more foes, you look over to notice as the female alien stalks across the ruined battlefield towards Wanda at an alarmingly hefty pace, dark rusted yellow eyes set and predatory as she reaches her oblivious prey. Smacking her armored fist across Wanda’s head, the Sokovian tumbles into a ditch, horned lady alien trailing after her.

Shit, you should do something.

Taking out another beast, you book it over to help Wanda, jumping into the wide trench behind the woman, you catch the end of her heated threat to Wanda, “He’ll die alone. As will you.” Venom tripping off of her every word, God why are they so angry?

“She’s not alone.” You growl, face painted with inky purple blood, claws shimmering in the sunlight as she whips around to face you. Her eyes trail over your body as she scowls in deep irritation, before handing her an unfriendly smirk, “Come on you ugly fuck.” You growl.

She lunges at you, weapon drawn as you dodge her deadly blow by the sharp thin blade. She quickly whips around and is kindly greeted by your claws that rips the dull white flesh of her lower face. Blood seeps out as she screams, face flaring a fierce anger as she powers through and thrusts her blade into your left shoulder. Fucking bitch!

You’re immediately greeted with a sharp stinging pain that rips violently into your body from the assault. A boot rudely kicks you backwards onto the hard earth as Okoye smacks her dagger across the woman’s back, distracting her from trying to end your life. Like that would work.

Blood pools hot and angry out of your opened flesh while Okoye and Natasha handle the horned bitch from behind you and Wanda. Your hands push you off the gravely earth as Wanda shares a fearful glance with you, giving her a pursed lip grin. You jump to your feet and assess the escalating situation before you; Okoye is breathing heavily on the ground as Natasha holds back the woman with her shocking stick while pinned on her back, straining to keep the opposing blade away from her throat.

“Hey!” You shout, causing the woman to lift her gaze from Natasha to you, she doesn’t even have a second to react as your clawed fist slashes a deadly blow across her face. She immediately stumbles back in shock as blood spirts wildly out of her deep cuts, her eyes going wide as saucers when you land a powerful kick into her lower torso, sending her body flying upwards only to be mauled by one of the circular razors rolling past.

Blue blood marking your already dirty face, you turn to look down at Natasha as she glances between the three of you, face dotted in blue blood just the same, “That was really gross.” Grimaces the blonde as you give the others a once over before jumping back out into the action.

Minutes fly by as you fight your way to the tree line closest to the Wakandian palace, suddenly Steve’s voice is heard in the coms, “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.” And with that do you follow Bucky and T’Challa as they race into the woods where Steve, Natasha, Sam, Bruce, and Wanda is protectively holding Vision as they keep seated on the grassy earth.

Collecting your breath, you walk over to Bucky as everyone feels a soft hunting breeze blowing the trees around, “Something’s not right.” You mutter worriedly as he shares a nervous look with you.

“I know. Just stay close to me.”

You nod before giving him a weak reassuring smile, a moment later a strange anomaly of purple, blue, and dark grey clouds present themselves a small distance in front of you all. A tall figure of great stature and physical strength walks out from the odd whispy mass, he’s larger then anyone you’ve ever seen before, skin colored purple and golden laced armor of another world.

“Cap. That’s him.” Announces Bruce as you heart begins racing once more, oh shit oh shit oh shit. Fuck he’s really big.

Steve raises his two arm shields, “Eyes up. Stay sharp.” As he starts walking in the direction of you’re assuming is this Thanos everyone has been talking about.

Hulkbuster thunders past, but as Bruce reaches Thanos, his body turns a transparent blue and falls right through the purple alien before lodging himself in the rock of the ascending cliffside.

Steve’s next as he throws himself at Thanos, the titan uses his golden gauntlet when a sudden purply wisp of energy throws Steve into the trees. T’Challa lunges, but is swiftly stopped when Thanos’ giant hand wraps around his throat. He’s then thrown him down like a ragged doll; Sam is next, wings fold in on themselves and soon he’s down too.

Rodney right after as Thanos uses the gauntlet to crush him from within his suit, he’s promptly thrown to the side like a rock. Bullets fly violently through the air as Bucky fires shot after shot at the purple titan to no avail, he’s thrown across the ground like nothing.

Terrified yet too much full of rage to think, you race for the bastard titan as he pushes Okoye to the side, Natasha left disabled when tree roots throw themselves around her. He quickly takes notice as you jump on the roots, heading straight for him with an animistic rage flashing through your eyes.

His fist rises as he calls more roots to action, you skillful dodge their grip as you make a desperate jump for the titan below you now. He’s fast, but not fast enough to evade your clawed fist, the middle razor slashes a clean line right across his left eye as you tumble to the ground behind him, finding your footing in an instant.

Yourself now between him and the mind stone that’s currently getting destroyed by a tearful Wanda from behind you, though you’re not paying enough attention to fully realize what’s going down, you breath heavily while eyeing up the bulky man.

The pissed off titan whips around to meet your courageous glare, left eye missing, dripping with warm purple blood that trails like an ugly waterfall down his scared cheeks until it spatters to the forest floor. Face now visibly angered and very much in pain as he stares you down.

He takes a threatening step forward as you take a cautious one back, eyeing you up, he nods, “A clean hit, I’m afraid this one won’t heal for me unfortunately...nonetheless, I am impressed by your valor small one, but your bravery will be in vain.” Speaks the titan as you stare up at him with shaky breaths.

oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

A second later the power of his golden gauntlet sends you flying into the trunk of a thick tree, knocking you out on impact.

When you awaken with a jolt, your nose is wet with drying crimson that trails across your lips and chin. Nothing hurts anymore but your body feels incredibly weird, taking in a deep breath, you stand on shaky legs. Eyes scanning the area only to find a confused Thor who’s looking rather dreadful and lost.

Steve quickly runs up to him, eyes searching around for Thanos who’s nowhere to be seen, “Where’d he go?” Wonders Steve as you slowly walk over to them, “Thor....Where’d he go?” Asks Steve more urgently this time, blue eyes looking around to no avail. Thanos is gone. Just like that.

But how?

You quickly catch movement to your left, but it’s just Bucky walking over to the three of you. Heart filled with relief, you start walking over to him as he locks eyes with you, a confused expression crossing over his features as he looks over at his left arm.

You follow his puzzled gaze and watch as his arm begins to disintegrate like ash on a windy day. Bucky finds your concerned face; panic, confusion, and fear flashing through his stormy irises as he takes another desperate step to reach you, “Y/N?” Is all you hear as the rest of his body begins turning to dust right before your very eyes.

His gun falls to the ground with a thud as the rest of his body disintegrates to nothing more then ash and dust upon the grass. You freeze, it feels like your heart as just been frozen in ice and smashed with a steel sledgehammer without remorse.

You swallow, walking on trembling legs to where his ashes remain, you slowly kneel. Hand touching the area as delicately as you would hold a newborn, this isn’t real this is just a shitty dream and you’ll wake up any second with him right by your side.

It’s just a dream. But you know, it’s not.

Steve wanders to your side before kneeling down and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Biting your bottom lip to hold the lump back that’s building in the back of your throat, you turn your head to meet him, your eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

He lowers his head in defeat as you stare bitterly back down at the ground where Bucky once was, lip quivering uncontrollably as you fight back a waterfall of hidden tears. The pain in your heart almost too much to bear. “Sam! Where are you?!” Shouts Rodney, a voice to bring you back to the world.

No, not the others too. How many did he take?

Blinking hard, a couple stray tears patter onto the brown ashes as you rise, Steve doing the same, you watch as he walks over to Vision who’s void of all color and taken of all life, a small crater marking the demise of his life force, the mind stone.

He kneels down to meet the body as Natasha runs into view, she quickly halts once her gaze falls onto Visions corpse, mouth agape in shock. Bruce, Rodney, that little raccoon, and Thor coming to from behind them as you amble closer to the distraught six, though your legs feel like they could give out at any moment.

“What is this?” Wonders Rodney as he looks from Steve to you and then over to Thor, “What the hell is happening?”

Tears stream silently down the sides of your cheeks now, they make a clean line from all the other dirt and blood that marks your skin. Breathing heavily, Natasha looks over to you, “Y/N?” She asks, voice wavering as her eyes trail over your mournfully stoic face.

He can’t be gone, not Bucky, not him.

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backstory

warning: death, cancer, drinking, mental abuse, some physical abuse, cussing, crying, anxiety attacks, suicidal thoughts, child neglect

genre: angst

summary: before ivy even got to her teen years, things were more difficult than most adults lives. from losing her dad, to experiencing neglect.

a/n: ivy’s story is pretty deep. feel free to skip this post if you are triggered by anything listed. also i’ll be using her birth name a lot throughout this story.

languages: normal = english. italic = korean

olivia min was born june 4, 2001 in michigan. she is the youngest of three siblings. miya, the oldest, was born february 20, 1997. and austin, the middle child, was born august 4, 1999.

growing up, olivia had an amazing relationship with her family members. her parents were always really supportive of anything she wanted to do. and her siblings, were annoying, but they all love each other so much. the family was pretty middle class, maybe more upper middle class. they had enough money to buy nice things and go on trips, which was nice and it gave the kids experiences they’d always remember.

when she was a baby, the families friend jax, had given her the nickname ‘ivy.’ the name stuck with him and eventually spread to friends at school. but her family members always called her olivia or jisoo, her korean name.

in school she was a social butterfly, running around recess practically collecting friends like they were collectors items. and because of her loving nature, no one could say no. she’s also very smart, she’s always had straight a’s and was usually willing to participate in class. teacher would say she was a sweet and smart little girl, and of course she could make the class burst into giggles at any second.

olivia started dancing at the young age of 4 when her parents enrolled her into dance classes. there, she met new friends and became one of the best youth dancers in their town.

her grandparents lived in ohio, which meant a lot of the times they would travel there for the holidays. olivia had a friend named aggy that lived there.

aggy lived next door to ivy’s grandparents. she was diagnosed with leukemia only five months before meeting the family, this was when ivy was maybe 7 years old.

through the years, ivy excelled in everything from piano lessons that she started when she was 5, to even cooking. she was a cheerful and happy little girl. until she reached age 9 when her dad was diagnosed with lung cancer.

this was a huge reality hit. she didn’t really understand it though, her dad was healthy. until he wasn’t. she remembers that day so clearly

“where’s mom and dad?” olivia asked walking into the kitchen and seeing her sister sitting next to their sleeping brother on the couch

“hospital, grandma and grandpa will be here in a few hours. for now our neighbors are gonna look after us”

“hospital? but why?” the little girl tilted her head

“i don’t know olivia. go back to sleep it’s early” miya did know, she saw her dad getting worse and worse as the months went on. but the last thing anyone wanted to do was worry anymore people. especially austin and olivia.

“okay…” she responded and went back toward her bedroom.

a few hours later she woke up to her grandma shaking her awake “wake up olivia. grandpa and i brought lunch.” the elderly woman spoke

olivia smiled at her grandmother as she sat up and stretched. the girl walked to the kitchen.

she still remembers all the yummy food her grandparents made, now knowing it was out of grief. later that night was when her parents revealed the truth to the kids.

and suddenly her whole world collapsed.

she would miss dance class and sometimes even school because her father would be in the hospital. because her mom and dad were always gone, she and her other siblings were expected to help around the house. occasionally with their grandparent by their side.

when she turned 10, she didn’t have much of a birthday blow out. and her present was some nail polish because that was all her family could afford at the time. when she turned 11, they spent her birthday in the hospital. her dads condition became so much worse that he wasn’t able to leave the hospital.

“i’m sorry you have to spend your birthday like this livvy” her dad held her had. his skin was paler than usual. colder too.

“it’s okay dad, i’m just happy we’re all here” she smiled as she held back tears. but her dad knew she wanted to cry.

“me and your mom got you something” he smiled and looked at his wife. the woman smiled sadly and reach in her purse to pull out a small purple box.

olivia grabbed the box from her mothers hand and opened it slowly. a beautiful butterfly necklace was revealed.

“it took a little while for us to find the perfect one” her moms sniffled. “we wanted you to love it”

thinking back on that moment. ivy now understood they wanted it to be special because it would be the last gift she would ever receive from her father.

“thank you mommy. thank you daddy” she whispered and pecked her dads forehead.

sadly, on june 29, her father passed away in the middle of the night. for some reason, her brain blocks this moment out. it’s all a blur.

her and her sister were sleeping on the little couch the nurses had set up and her brother was laying on the sleeping bag he had brought on the floor. it happened so suddenly. she woke up to her mom hysterically crying and weeping.

her brother and sister were frantic as nurses guided them three of them out of the room. but she does remember the last look she had at her dad.

he didn’t look real, more like a painting. or a sculpture maybe. his skin was practically white and his body was lifeless.

her whole family was in a depression, especially her mom. after losing her husband, she started drinking to numb the pain.

her grandparents left ohio and went back to korea completely unannounced. it was up to miya and austin to take care of themselves, each other, and of course olivia.

after a month of her fathers passing. the family had got a call from aggy’s mom informing them that aggy passed away july 25. so now she lost her dad and her best friend. along with that her mom isn’t stable enough to take care of her and her siblings, and her grandparents were m.i.a.

when she turned 12, that’s when her moms drinking got worse. she was living off of beer and tv dinners. she was also now mentally abusive toward her children.

austin became the child that started work. he would work late at night and then go to school all day. he was responsible for the families income at age 14.

miya was rarely ever home as well, but she was gone to escape their mom. she would rebel, hang out with her boyfriend, who ivy later found out was physically abusive.

then ivy was the kid that did the chores. she would also clean the neighbors houses to help pay her dance fees. the neighbors would always feel bad so they’d usually give her $30 for each chore she did. that was barely enough though.

and somehow, none of their friends ever noticed anything. except for austin’s, he’s always shut down plans to work and was overly tired all the time. but the friends did start noticing behavior changes

ivy became really depressed and spent most of her days just waiting for them to end.

the family got some income from the bank after the fathers passing. the kids were all in his will, earning $114k each. but they wouldn’t receive that until age 18.

around this time, ivy got into contact with her grandparent. begging day after day to move their and live out her dream of being an idol. her siblings would even call and beg the grandparents to let her, not wanting her to experience this life anymore.

after months of begging, her grandparents finally agreed to move her out to korea. she had already submitted audition videos to big companies like sm, jyp, yg, bighit etc.

she was 13 when she was officially moved into korea. she lived with her grandma and grandpa for a month before moving into the jyp dorms. she trained there for a year before being sent off to audition for produce 101.

during this time, she experienced great stress. her anxiety and depression led to suicidal thoughts and almost had to leave the show because of it. many fans who were supporting her throughout the show noticed her getting skinnier and skinnier by the episode.

somi, who became her best friend instantly, was also worried for her. ivy felt bad that she was worrying people. but she couldn’t help it, her mind controlled her. her thoughts were always telling her to do something. she would practice all the time and forget to eat.

somi would often watch after her to make sure she would at least eat a bagel and drink water everyday.

it wasn’t long before ivy would share her story, only parts of it publicly. her story reached american headlines, meaning her family and friends had seen it.

she was struggling for years. and it was only recently when she found inner happiness. she worked hard during produce, and didn’t win. and of course, she left jyp and moved to kq where she met her life long friends.

her boys have helped her so much, they were there to listen to her story, to hug her when she cried.

those are her boys, her family. her home.

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