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bloodpen-to-paper · 4 months

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Qsmp Lore Rant Chain

Given the Qsmp ending, I think its safe to say that the lore is over. This was a server we poured a year's worth of love into when it came to the stories these creators told with their characters, and through various retcons, cutoffs and the server overall ending, there were a lot of story elements we never got to see to completion. Therefore, I am summoning Qsmp loreheads to be part of this chain of ranting about story stuff they wish they got to see through, along with other hopes had for the server (cw: as a former fan of the ex-communicated members, there will be a portion under the cut all about their lore because fuck you I've been holding it in for months and I need this. Up to you if you wanna read it). Feel free to give your own rants cause god knows this community needs the space, so get to ranting and I'll start first!

-Maxo lore. He was the first to have their story cut and I'm still upset about it (granted he went out on his own terms but it was sad and we never got the original conclusion to the SOFIA arc). I also miss Casualonas.

-speaking of ^, the other members never fucking learned about Maxo's death. Do you have any idea how long I waited. Pierre never got to hold a funeral, Bad never got to reveal he was the one who took Maxo to the other side, the other spanish speakers like Vegetta and Roier who were close with him never learned, we never got a Maxo funeral. Yeah, still mad.

-Felps Square (anditsrelationshipwiththetubhole)

-The original resolution to the eggs' arcs (Tallulah's mental anguish never fully being addressed, Chayanne's trauma from being a child soldier, Ramón getting closer with Pac and Fit getting closer with Richas, Sunny learning to respect poor people, the Egg Island eggs' backstories getting revealed cause I know there was some shit happening there, etc)

- Felps. In general. I wanted more Felps

-Players getting to play more with inactive members (Foolish and Vegetta [we did get one final interaction :'], Roier and Rivers, Charlie and Mariana, Fit and Mariana [Fit would always reference Mariana to manifest him logging in], Quackity and Luzu, Philza and Luzu, the french and Kameto, the Brasilians and Felps, Bad and Mariana for some reason, Rubius and Foolish, others)

-Bagi and El Quackity beating the shit out of each other (their beef/frenemyship meant everything to me it was so funny)

-Fit and Madagio resolution. And it getting more time and the intended ending before they had to make one for the server closing. People learning about Fit's origins on 2b2t. Just Fit lore in general. I miss Fit

-Whatever the deal was with Antoine (he had so many secrets...)

-I wasn't really a lore ghostie but Bad started like two separate corruption arcs (the soul vultures and Purgatory radiation) and neither of them got resolved. Like they both happened and then they just went away. Lmao

-Whatever they were planning with the evil Cucurucho lore (I was dying to know if they were a Cucurucho clone who had been taken over with dark matter, and what their relationship to the Eye was. I grieve.)

-Whether Cucurucho and the Eye were fucking or not

-El Quackity's lore and what would come of him. Pretty sure it was implied he was a Federation spy who deals in disguises, and when the Eye recruited him we got some buildup to his return as a worker of Egg Island but it never happened

-The truth of what the Federation did to Quackity with all the brainwashing

-The retconned lore we were gonna have early on about english-speaking Quackity and Mexican Quackity being two different beings with potentially other cultural Quackities being added (the clone implications would've fit into this)

-Whatever was going on with Doied. I didn't keep up with that lore a lot but Roier's style of rp is very fascinating to me and I would've liked to see where it went (+potential Cellbit and Doied confrontation)

-BAGI AND CELLBIT REUNION BAGI AND CELLBIT ANGST AND THEIR BACKSTORY AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND CELLBIT ACCEPTING BAGI AS A SISTER I AM CLAWING MY FUCKING WALLS

-The truth behind how Dan and Spreen died (they canonically died cause the CCs weren't on the server anymore but this was a lore server so I know there was a canon reason for it that we never got to learn about)

-Jaiden meeting Empanada. Pol, Lenay and Charlie getting more time with Sunny. Rivers, Mariana and Carre getting more time with Pepito. Roier and Pepito in general

-Cellbit step-father arc with Pepito, and more big brother Richas mirroring Bobby

-We didn't get much time with them but I was so looking forward to Acau and Jungryeok being parents to Chunsik, all of them were so funny and the Koreans joining were a great addition

-The islanders being able to enact righteous vengeance upon Cucurucho and the Federation

-All the Qnpc arcs. Walter Bob's fate, Elena being imprisoned, Agent 18's crush on Foolish, fucking Fred

-The story behind the Capybaras, and why they were beefing with the Federation (and the potential for Foolish to start a holy war on the side of the capybaras. It would've been the funniest shit like imagine him going full Paul Atreides Dune but with capybaras)

-Whatever they were cooking with the bunnies. Ronnie you've only existed for a short time but you've stolen my heart (seriously I felt like there was gonna be a big moment of no Fed workers and only the bunnies before we get a dramatic reunion with Fred and Elena and whatnot, I was excited for it)

-CinePol lore (I really wanted CinePol lore)

-Tina lore. Tina lore. Her revealing more and more that she's a demon. Mouse helping her come to terms. Her telling Bad and Foolish and Cellbit outright that she's a demon. Her telling Bagi. God.

-The Ordo Theoritas. It wasn't really used after Purgatory. The medbay. Cellbit leading the charge. Philza becoming a Head. The meetings and post-lore group breakdowns. I miss it.

-Whatever the hell the deal with the Codes was (their existence, their relationship to the Federation and the Resistance, whether the Federation was experimenting with cloning and if the same science and tech behind the eggs was used for the Codes)

-Whatever the hell the deal with Luzu's computers was

-Whatever the hell was going on with the fucking dragon (I'm like 90% sure the eggs were created by the Federation but then WHAT THE HELL WERE THE DRAGON NOISES WE KEPT HEARING)

-The truth behind how all the islanders arrived on Quesadilla Island (and if the Qsmp really was a Danganronpa style simulation)

-Just how much of everyone's memories were wiped, and when. Why.

-Why Jaiden (and possibly Bad) were so special to the Fed. Why Philza, Baghera and Quackity weren't. The birds. The birds.

-The Bolas return from Purgatory. Dear god do I grieve this one. We had Foolish and Charlie awkwardly returning on their own and then the mother of all buildups with Baghera and Cellbit's Purg 2 cameo and rescue plan and absolutely delicious angst around them thinking their kids are dead while being used as pawns by the Eye... only for the server to reset and they just kind of ended up back on the island. I didn't get my Pac and Cellbit angst (ft. an angry Fit and probably confused Mike), or Cell and Baghera having to painstakingly reacclimate after being traumatized to the point of literal insanity, or a heartfelt reunion where they realize their kids are still alive, or the Roier and Cellbit reunion with Roier dealing with the fact that his husband who he thought killed himself is still alive and crazy, or Philza dealing with the burden of being their leader and having his heart break at what happened to his team, and him taking it upon himself (along with the other Bolas) to try and help Cell and Baghera heal and stop killing people. Goddamn did we miss some juicy stuff (I take solace in how fucking awesome the Purg 2 cameo was, I still think about it to this day)

-Honestly the Purgatory returns in general, I get not wanting to force CCs to lore their way into a return but god imagine how cool it could've been if each member who didn't make it onto the boat had to do a whole thing to explain how they survived the nuke, maybe even have a rescue mission for the players who were "asleep" during the final day. In my heart I am still in Purgatory.

-Who the Resistance was, why they contacted Maxo all those ages ago and what would've happened if the lore could've continues with Etoiles, Bagi, Pac and Fit being Resistance members (and potentially Philza being recruited)

-The secrets behind Egg Island. How the dark matter works. Who the Eye is and how dangerous they can really be. Luffy.

-The Federation lore. Who were they, why were they doing this, what happened 20 years ago and what led up to the current moment. Cucurucho. The duck. The fed workers. All of it. The real story behind Quesadilla Island and the Qsmp.

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There you have it, my lore rants~ Thank you for reading and being part of the chain, and more than anything thank you for being on this journey with me. Its been an absolute honor to have been part of this community, and to know that I was capable of loving a story as much as this. Love y'all, and keep lore-ing <3

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K y'all know the drill, my heart died the day q!Forever did and I would unironically sell my soul to be in an alternate universe where that shit never went down so here's my unresolved frustration with this character (and q!Wilbur)

-Dear god where to begin. I know people said it was a blessing that the CC got booted during his hiatus but like... dude... do you have any idea what it feels like to have your 7 month long hyperfixation be left on the cliffhanger of the century being trapped in a prison after being taken over by an eldritch monster with teaser trailers hinting at a return? Do you know what that feels like? Cause I do. I know what that feels like. I want to go into the world of the Qsmp just so I can jump off the wall.

-He was gonna have a whole potential arc around breaking out of prison and then who know what could've happened. We could've had an unwilling Forever being forced to share his body with Eve while on the run from the Feds. I've thought about for months. The potential. The potential. I could've won

-All the buildings that got purged cause of their relation to Forever. The president's office, his base. I haven't seen the favelas since the reset and it still hurts so damn bad that our cultural area on the server is gone

-No seriously we could've had it all. Forever on the run, clashing with islanders and Fed workers alike. Reunions. Political espionage. Interactions with the Eye. The moment when he finally separates himself from Eve. A healing arc.

-Just President Forever in general. I was so goddamn over the moon (house) when the guy I voted for won like there was still so much that could've been done there and I will never stop being disappointed over it

-God truly is cruel cause we still never got that damn Nether talk. Or the promised flying session once Philza's wings healed

-The N.I.N.H.O.

-We can't even talk about the Happy/Risus Pills arc anymore and it was such a damn good arc for everyone involved, like that shit was peak

-Edit cause my dumbass forgot: speaking of, god the Happy Pills arc had so many loose ends. No one ever learned that Forever was forced to take the pills. No one knows the reason he was forced to was because he went so crazy after the eggs disappeared that he nuked the entire island and forced the Feds to do a server rollback. The server rollback plotline was so juicy in giving us context on the Federation's abilities and limitations and we never got fucking answers.

-Not lore related but... none of the CCs talk about the IRL meetups much these days cause he was in all of them. I get why, I support them in it, just sucks to think about yknow?

-Forever x El Quackity crackship rest in piss

-And rip to my Qsmp Mafia AU that I deleted in the drafts after the news hit cause you-know-who was the don of the Brasilian faction and I lost motivation when it all went down

-Eve/Evil Cucurucho was hugely scrapped cause of how much their lore was tied to Forever's, I really wanted to know what their relationship to Cucurucho was

-I also wanted to know the details of how it all went down in the Nether (the fucking Nether talk would've given us that) What did Eve do to Forever during that time to torment him? How did Forever and Walter Bob survive? What the hell even happened to Walter Bob???

-Also the Judas plotline. I know things just didn't work out but holy shit we were hyping it up so hard with Judas by Lady Gaga and the looming threat of the book during Purgatory could've had such a cool payoff. Ah well

-The dynamic between Eve and Forever. We never really got to see them interact much, and I feel like we could've gotten that with them being trapped in the same body after escaping the prison. The possession arc of all time.

-Forever being able to enact vengeance against Cucurucho

-Forever and Pac. Family through heritage, brothers through struggle. No one knew that Pac went into the Nether after Forever. Pac never got to know for sure that Forever was safe because something new always came in and took him away. Just. Those two.

-Forever and Tallulah. God this one hurts me. He wanted to adopt her. We could've had such good angst regarding her being traumatized by what Eve did while wearing Forever's face. Them having to reconcile. Them healing together. Forever seeing the darkness in Tallulah and Tallulah seeing the darkness in Forever. Him helping Philza co-parent. Tallulah having someone to help fill the void left by Wilbur. The mushroom hat.

-Forever and Chayanne. Them starting off on the wrong foot but Forever proving himself to Chayanne and them bonding until Chay is running up to him for hugs every time they meet. Chayanne having a moment where he could finally give Forever a hug after so long of Forever being compromised and unable to hug back. The president with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the little warrior who's too young to be burdened with all this responsibility. The parallels. The bonding.

-Forever getting to reunite with Baghera and Bad. Him reuniting with Cellbit. Whatever the hell would've come of that, good or bad. Forever getting to learn that Maximus fucking died

-Forever in a coma part 2 electric boogaloo💯

-I hated how Tallulah's whole lore had to be retconned cause of Wilbur. She had such a beautifully crafted arc around feeling neglected and out of place in a server where the kids mirror their parents and the parent she resembled down to a T was never around. God it sucked

-I also hated how they changed her hair to like... fit Missa's? She was adopted by Philza, and her hair was her own, I didn't feel it necessary and I was so sad seeing her beautiful curly brown hair being changed

-I loved what they did with Lovejoy canonically funding the Federation. It was very clever on the admins' part and good lore should be recognized

-Forever and Richarlyson. I can't even put into words how incredibly crafted their story was, and how heartbreaking it was that we lost that. I know we don't wanna give props to bad people, but within the firm understanding of where we all morally stand in this community, I'm putting it out there... the story of Forever and Richarlyson was one for the ages

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#mcyt #qsmp #qsmp lore #edit: forgot to shout out walter bob #rest in peace sweet prince o7

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moonshine-nightlight · 11 months

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Being sick for the past week meant that I had nothing better to do today than lay in bed and refresh tumblr waiting for chapter 34, and seeing it at the very top of my dash was the highlight of my day! The wait was definitely worth it, my health for the duration notwithstanding lol

SPOILER WARNING FOR PAST CHAPTERS IDK HOW TO PUT READ MORES IN ASKS I'M SO SORRY

You made the right call taking the extra time to edit this doozy of a chapter—figuring out how to share Dale's exposition in a way that made sense and fit into the events of the story while maintaining tonal consistency must have been quite the process, between the restrictions of Sana's POV, regency genre conventions, and the story's (heh) natural climax being Dale's identity "reveal" followed by the wedding. I'm very curious if you currently have any ideas for how you're going to tackle this exposition in the novelization, or if you're inclined to handle it differently at all!

@weasellyferret

i hope you're feeling better! i'm so glad you enjoyed the new chapter!

i hav no idea if u can even put a read more in an ask anymore and i can't hide it now but my answer will be under the read more

thanks! i think some people really underestimate how helpful even self editing is to make things coherent, especially for a long chapter like this one that covered so much but also was literally just two ppl talking to each other (ppl lov to say they'll take any update, but lik, thats cuz they dont knooow lol and i dont just want it to b passable, i want it to b good).

with lore/backstory like this i also have to make sure it makes sense to readers who havent read any of it before nor know any of the even more info that I know because there's even more worldbuilding and dale backstory that wont end up in the story.

i'm glad u think i pulled it off to any degree because i was still pretty nervous when i was posting it that it did make sense, fit in the world, was followable, interesting but not just exposition monologue, etc

yeah, chapter 30 where they have the reveal convo is the primary climax of the story and that's also 'just talking' in a sense so its interesting to write this story in that sense lol

while i had the broad outline of the world and dale's backstory from the beginning (i did a little exercise where i sketched out a sort of Dale POV of chapter 6 to get into his mindset which was super helpful) as I wrote the story a lot more of that info became fully fleshed out/defined. so for the novelization, i'll probably try to work more of the info in earlier or have better allusions to it, which will make some of the info in chapter 34 more of a quick confirmation than the exposition itself

ie i might add a chapter with more detail on Sana researching with Dale's books that Bilmont smuggles and plant suspicions of what went wrong with the summoning; i might adjust the chapter after the attack to be more of a convo about the assassination that the grandparents interrupt where Sana can suspect more of Dale's past etc and generally spread out what i can so its more foreshadowed/natural - things like that

other aspects sort of have to be told to Sana because its POV limited, evn when it is updated to 3rd POV. i'll probably do a straight POV swap and minor edit ; then take a look at it as a whole, reassess things on my own, run those ideas by some writer friends/betas and get their thoughts, and finally my editors (who i used for DSM) are also very good with making sure worldbuilding fits in right and so their advice will be helpful - especially since they will only get the draft i giv them without knowing how it was and what changed etc

once chapter 35 is out (which i'm still writing because smut is a challenge to right and i write it more slowly than other things) i'll start slowly editing and passing along to betas the rest of the story (i've got thru chap 11 done and betas who only read those and who are chomping at the bit - u think u've had a long wait? lol) but it will be spring by the time i do any big edits/revisions and then i'll giv it to the editors, who i already lik, semi-lined up for that time period and idk how long they will take because its a long book and then i'll need to process their edits too so it'll be a lengthy process, but i hope everyone knows it will 100% b a novel and i hope they enjoy it!

now back to stabbing away at the smut writing ;)

#asks #writing asks #story asks #nothing's wrong with dale #worldbuilding #exposition #backstory #lore dump #editing #my process?#lol idk - i think i went on for too long #hope someone finds this interesting #especially u #weasellyferret

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hiii im back from reading the salt under the sea and when I tell you this is the first time I have ever cried while reading a fic likeee omggg my tears wouldn't stop and ur playlist was definitely adding on to the tears it was a mix of both happy and sad tears but I swear I bursted out crying when Jake wasn't on good terms with reader and the whole situation with jay omg bro when I tell u it had me feeling bad for jay I started crying for him also u right fight scenes so well I remember from the first part when jay and Jake fought it was my favorite and the little fight or argument they had in the second part was so well written the way jay was telling the story of jakes past had me on the edge, but anywaysss it was so good and exceeded my expectations your truly the best writer and if im being honest I don't usually write asks or even read lengthy fiction but omg it was so worth it definitely the highlight or my day!! I hope your having a good day/night and can't wait to read more of your fics (also sorry for the long ask their was def more I wanted to say but it would be endless:))

hiii!!! sorry for making you cry,, sorry for making everyone who told me they cried lmao ヽ(╯▽╰)ﾉ i am both happy and sad that i made you cry so much

but omg!!!! you actually?? listened???? to the playlist i made for the series??????? wow like i’m honored i didn’t think anyone would care about it but me lmao (and this also reminded me to add the new songs into it oops!)

hehe thank you!! i tried really hard to make the arguing scenes feel realistic so i hope that that also came out well too! especially the one where jake was jealous because i wanted to show character growth from the first part ^^ AND IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE BACKSTORY REVEAL!!!! once i thought of it i was like “yes!!! this is it i’m an absolute genius!!!!!” 😭😭

thank you so so much and thank you for taking the time to read my works despite their length and for leaving an ask with all of your feedback!! ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ ♡♡ it genuinely means so much to me!!! i hope you like the rest of my works as well ♡ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY / NIGHT TOO!!!! i’m so so so happy i could be a highlight in it (づ￣ ³￣)づ♡

(don’t worry at all about the long ask!! i love love love asks like these especially if they’re long hehe,, say all that you want to, i really appreciate all of it!!!)

#this made YOUR day??? this made MY day like omg i could cry #﹙🗯️﹚feedback! (｡´‿`｡) ♡#﹙🗒️﹚the salt under the sea ⋆ ˊ𝜗𝜚 #﹙🎬﹚fic talk! 𓄴 the salt under the sea ヽ( ˃ ヮ˂)ノ #tpg series

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measuringbliss · 1 year

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Spider-Man Read-Through 028: Wedding and Whodunit (ASM 153-156)

MASTERPOST

This batch has it all: great art, Peter Parker being bisexual, a murder mystery, me making a fool of myself, a wedding...

A wedding?!

#153 starts with a gorgeous first page that contrasts starkly with Romita's undefined buildings. It's lively, it's fascinating, simply gorgeous. I'm not eager for this era to end, believe me.

Spidey notices that the light on top of the taxi car blinks in Morse code ("SOS"), which is absolutely brilliant. He saves the smart driver and proceeds to destroy his car even more, hahaha.

Later, Peter goes to the university (which is great to see, because for a while we didn't see much of that!) and...

...Harry SUBTLY tries to come out (that hand grab! That hand grab!!!!) and Ross Andru draws beautiful eyes, just like in #141. I love you, man. He's definitely more comfortable with the cast now. And naturally, the coloring is gorgeous as well.

MJ is also funny and can't help but love Peter. And Harry's here for the drama hahaha. In fact, Flash has to push him away to give space to the lovebirds. MJ complains that she doesn't think Peter's worth fighting for anymore, then Peter gets angry at her and she IMMEDIATELY retracts and asks him to stay and says she wasn't really serious. I feel like MJ's backstory is seeping through here as I don't think it's the first time she quickly changes when facing an angry man. She's so facinating, and this scene is both sad and endearing.

Ned is also back, and with his pink vest! Love that for him. He needs Peter's help to interpret computer stuff for an article, so they go to interview Bradley Bolton in an empty stadium. I was a bit confused, thinking, "computers, in 1975? That's kind of niche, isn't it?" but turns out the first personal computer came out in September 1975 and this issue came out a month later!

MJ's also there but she's watching from afar and this is sad. Oh, MJ. I hope something great happens to you soon because you need it.

A letter from the clubhouse quickly interrupts the meeting...

Turns out Bolton is being blackmailed by an evil guy who doesn't want a list of global criminals to become available, so the latter kidnapped Bolton's daughter.

Our heroes goes to find Bolton at a homecoming party, and Peter's much more interesting in becoming a homewrecker than honoring is actual girlfriend.

He quickly goes back to MJ to dance on Kung-Fu Fighting (MJ insists it's their song, as well). MJ says that "dancing close like this" makes her feel like they're the only two people in the world, but unfortunately for her, Peter has undiagnosed ADHD and he's also a vigilante, so he notices Bolton's about to leave to meet the blackmailer.

Oh Lord.

I actually burst out laughing, and also, Peter thinks "Mr. Osborn, I could kiss you" and I'm ecstatic. Harry didn't need to look so creepy in that second panel though.

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In a reenactment of his last football match, Bolton rushes on the field to save his daughter and is mortally wounded, but he succeeds in protecting her...

What a strong conclusion. What a strong issue!

Instead of the readers' letters, the squad tries to make sense of the Jackal reveal:

I thought it was absolutely worth showing.

#154 is drawn by Sal Buscema, who'll feature more prominently in Spectacular Spider-Man, I believe. It continues "a few hours" after the last issue, with a quite frustrated Peter. It's not every day he fails to save somebody!

...Well, ever since The Night Gwen Stacy Died, it kind of is, but you know, it's the thought that counts.

The Sandman escapes, which, sure, but more importantly, that mysterious dude from #152 is back!

...Wait. Is that. Is he seeing ghosts. Because I heard something about how Hammerhead was a ghost now or something after Aunt May's nuclear island exploded. Is it Doc Ock. Has Doc Ock lost his arms and is being persecuted by Hammerhead's ghost?! Because I feel like we're misled by the drunk guy being afraid of somebody. The reader's supposed to think it's Spidey, but hm.

The Sandman is instructed by a mysterious being to get some mechanism in a research facility. I wonder who it is... Here's a visual clue: the person smokes with that long thing that rich people used.

The henchmen (costumed the same as those who kidnapped Bolton's daughter) smoke too. I can feel the Code's influence waver!

At the facility, Spidey finds the Sandman, who traps him in a cryogenic converter supposedly destined to freeze sick people until they can be cured. HMM. My brain is still coming up with no strong theory, but also it's 5 am. The one who ends up frozen is the Sandman though... and the next issue is called "Whodunit"! How exciting!

Overall, this issue was alright. At least the Sandman battle was creative!

The last whodunit was #127-128, but I already knew about it (even if I'd forgotten pretty much everything). So let's try to figure that one, if my brain lets me!

#155 opens with the death of Armstrong Smith, an associate of Bolton.

Priorities.

I'm already suspecting the blond guy.

Smith was killed by a small caliber, but the weapon hasn't been found. I think it's the weapon in the panel above, so that places the blame on that random police officer. Notice the door had to be opened like that, so it's a locked room.

...OR IS IT? The blond guy may have lied about it being locked, and the bullet might have gone through Smith!

First off, I don't know what to make of that "THRACK". What's breaking? A bullet? But also. Lol. Computer science, everyone!

The computer puts out 3 names: Jason Sledge, Leroy Tallon, and Conrad Fox. Why do I feel like there's an annagram in there?

Spidey's interrupted by some police guards including my suspect from earlier with the small caliber. He escapes and goes to find Sledge, a janitor at Joe's Bar. He says a settled down. Tallon at a warehouse immediately goes "Shit! He knows!" when Spidey asks him for an alibi, which doesn't bode well for him... although I'm not sold on that track yet. (It's a police officer, fake or real, I'm telling you!!!)

OR WAIT. A JANITOR WOULD HAVE THE KEY.

I wonder if he was an inspiration for the Talon from The New Animated Series.

Unsurprisingly, Tallon just stole jewels, he didn't kill Smith. I'm actually full-on suspecting Sledge now, since his alibi is "I was in my room alone" (= no alibi) and it's easy to fake being weak.

Still, Spidey goes to his last suspect and the narrator helpfully informs us that Spidey's watched enough Columbo to get by as a detective. Jesus! Columbo started in 68, I thought it was later, what the heck!

Apparently, Fox was buried just recently. Hm!

Well, do you?

Look, the issue placed a lot of emphasis on the three suspects, so if we restrain it to them, it could be Fox (but Spidey says somebody "lied to him" and his search for Fox is REALLY brief) or Sledge. I'm voting for Sledge.

HOWEVER. If it's a trick, and the previous whodunit was tricky, it could very well be somebody who appeared earlier... but given how none of these characters was emphasized, I'm thinking this issue wants to be fair, so let's go for Sledge.

So Spidey returns to the computer and OH MY GOD.

OF COURSE A COMIC FROM THE 70S WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAHAHA

But how did the computer kill its creator, you ask?

It keeps getting sillier. You know, I did consider that the computer might have lied, but thought "hey, Spidey thinks A PERSON lied to him, so that can't be it" but I was bamboozled.

And what happens when a computer from the 70s keeps shooting lasers everywhere?

WHO?! WHODUNIT?! OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Wein and Wolfman, how did it feel, writing that final panel? I'm sure you thought you were funny!

...Well, that would be right. That issue was fun. As R25 mentions in the comments, "a killer-computer is too crazy option for one sober logic". You betcha.

#156 starts just after that, with Spidey ready to finally sleep a bit before Ned and Betty's wedding this afternoon...

But he's assaulted with a broom!

It's his landlady! Hell yeah, I was hoping to see more of her.

Somewhere else, the drunk guy we've seen previously is still haunted by something (a ghost! a ghost!) and this time, it's definitely not Spidey as he just came home. He needs help, and he knows just the person...

Meanwhile, the whole cast gets ready for the wedding and I'm delighted. It feels like watching Gossip Girl's final episode hahaha! Jameson made me chuckle, and naturally May and Anna leave together (they're lesbians your honor), and I'm very happy to see Randy again. Oh, hi Liz, I always forget about you, sorry!

(which I just did like a week ago)

Peter having issues with his bowtie is very relatable. Use a clip, everyone!!!!!

The wedding ceremony proceeds smoothly, aside from a famished Peter, until the Mirage and his lackeys storm in! They steal from every wedding occuring in the building, and when it comes time for the Leeds to pay the price...

Looking a bit Ditko-esque, Peter, are you alright?

There's a fun panel where Spidey runs on the ceiling and the speech bubble from the Mirage is flipped upside down, that's funny.

So the Mirage can project doubles of himself or something. The fight is alright but very verbose, however I do appreciate that Spidey realizes that if can't see the Mirage's actual position, he can simply... drop the overly large, priceless chandelier on his face. That works too.

Yes, I showed this mostly because Peter's hot in the first panel, and the rest is is very pretty too. Watchagonnado?

At least, Ned and Betty will have quite an anecdote to tell new friends at party! And May is next in line for marriage! It's gay marriage's not legal yet, but do informal ceremonies count?

Anna certainly hopes so.

OH MY GOD, I TOLD YOU!!!

...Octavius is looking kind of hot in this getup--

Well, Anna is certainly going to be sad.

#spider-man #peter parker #comics #comic books #parksborn #peter parker/ned leeds #murder mystery #it's completely fair and not at all silly i swear #peter parker is hot #amazing spider-man

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smallraindrops-blog · 9 months

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OMG requests are open! Could we have a fic of a little what-if interaction between reader from the x Pyrrhus (I don’t think there’s a solid name for it yet,) and WMFTD!Y/N? I’m loving the recent Pyrrhus fics i love me some toxic yaoi and I think it'd be fun to se those two interact. Am also interested to see Pyrrhus’ reader’s backstory and character be revealed because the concept so far interests me so much

I got a bad feeling about you.

Pyrrhus x Male Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: family issues, toxic relationships, no beta

Notes: thanks for waiting, sorry for the short length and I hope you enjoy this! Didn’t go much into the background but got Y/N in there.

Link to part two and part one

You knew something was up when all three of the Fury sisters showed up. You paused over your work, tension coiling around your stomach like an unwelcome snake.

A man joined them, his golden hair bright like the sun. You knew that face, those blue eyes, those proud shoulders.

“Father.” Pyrrhus breathed, his own matching eyes widened in shock. He stood, the chains rattled with his movements.

Achilles offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

It was undeniable that Pyrrhus was Achilles’ flesh and blood. Both men looked like born kings, a father with a crown of gold and his son with his crown of scarlet. You couldn’t look away if you wanted to.

Then you saw him.

The man beside Achilles moved like an imposing shadow, his expression cold and dark as Tartarus itself. He was tall for a moral, his mouth a hard line.

“What are you doing here, filth?” Pyrrhus snapped.

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Achilles warned, approaching Pyrrhus with a head shake. Pyrrhus scoffed, “Truely, Father? Even now? I am the one in chains yet you still defend him.”

“Enough of this.” Achilles’ warning wasn’t directed towards you but you still shivered anyway. This wasn’t a man to cross.

“I want to speak to you and the fury sisters are kind enough to bring me here.” Achilles nodded toward the sisters.

“Not with him here. I refuse.” Pyrrhus pointed at Achilles’ ‘son’ who didn’t even acknowledge his words beyond a scoff. Which made Pyrrhus snarl like a mad thing.

Achilles pitched the space between his eyes like he was already getting a headache. Not that his sons seemed to notice, too busy glaring at each other. Then with a nod, “Alright. We will do that.”

“We can take him and you somewhere else, Sir Achilles.” Megaera offered quietly.

“Just Achilles and yes, please.”

You moved to get up, not wanting Pyrhuss to be alone with these people but he pinned you down with an icy stare.

“Stay here.” He ordered as the sisters loosened his chains. You wanted to disagree but you knew it didn’t matter what you wanted. So you nodded unhappily.

You watched as the group left, Pyrrhus’ ruby red locks were the last thing you saw. Then you were alone. With him.

You glanced up, expecting disgust or smugness or something. This was the man who stole Pyrrhus’ birthright but you were surprised to find none of it.

There was no arrogance in his face, only a hard and watchful stare. His muscular form was heavily marked by scars. It reminded you of a street mutt, quietly waiting for his chance to strike.

If Pyrrhus was gleaming jewels and fanged beauty, this man before you was dark earth and plain stones, not even worth paving the road with. The complete opposite of Pyrrhus.

He was handsome, you supposed. If one likes such dull, ugly things. And didn’t mind the lack of fine breeding.

Then your eyes caught on something, a single gold thread that was wrapped around his neck. The thread was frayed, the shine almost gone.

You frowned. He was a shade, or at least he should be one. You, Pyrrhus and everyone who had ever died all had their thread knotted off, forever weaved into their doom.

How unusual… the gods’ blessing perhaps?

You made yourself smile, neatly placing your needle down on the ash covered ground. It won’t be long before it crumbles anyway.

Clasping your hands, you stood with your shoulders thrown back. Funny, how easily your princely training came back to you. For a moment, you could forget that you were covered in ash and wore only rags.

The man didn’t return your smile, his expression wary. Once a street mutt, always a street mutt, you supposed.

“I would say welcome to my humble abode.” Then you dropped your smile. “But you and I both know better.”

He lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed. An expression that reminded you so much of Pyrrhus that you wanted to slap it off him. Maybe he learned it from Achilles, you mused.

“My apologies.” He said, his voice surprisingly deep. He sounded almost… amused.

He glanced toward the bed, his eyes lingering on the spikes. You let out a quiet breath, glad to not be under his gaze.

Pyrrhus had become easy to read, ruled by his inhuman rage. This man before was nothing like that. You didn’t like that you didn't know what this man wanted.

You had gotten used to danger, craved it even.

Only now the space was empty, void of the person who made wildfires looked tame. Your eyes darted to your joke of a tapestry. Complex geometry looked back at you, a tale only you and the fates knew.

Where did this man fit in the tapestry? You risked another glance at his neck, at the frayed thread. It was so thin, you almost couldn’t see it. If only you could reach out and just touch-

“I can ask Fury Megaera to move you to a different area when Pyrrhus returns.” He offered, crossing his powerful arms over his chest. “I would hate for anyone to have to deal with his tantrums.”

“Watch your tongue, Y/N” You spat out his name like it was an insult. To you, it was “I would like to see how polite you are when sleep deprived.”

He didn’t smile but his lips twitched. You waited for him to say something like Pyrrhus would, always needing the last word, to always win. However he remained quiet, like he was letting you have this victory out of pity.

You hated it.

Pyrrhus felt like touching life itself, overwhelming and untamable. One was lucky if they escaped alive. It was a beautiful thing to be ruined by him.

This man before you was nothing, not even a reflection of Pyrrhus. You bowed your head, hands trembling as you tightened them into fists.

Flames roared around you, devouring everything-

“I see Pyrrhus and you have something in common.” He said, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. You jerked in surprise but before you could question him, you heard the sounds of returning footsteps.

Achilles was a king among morals, not even death had robbed him of his regal glory. Golden and strong where others failed. However, you now noticed there were dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes, a tension to the line of his jaw.

He didn’t look at you but at his other ‘son’. They shared a glance then Achilles shook his head, tight fists by his side.

“Maybe next time, lad.”

He nodded. Achilles kept walking, and you watched him leave. He had the same proud shoulders that Pyrrhus did.

The man didn’t move. The false son of Achilles, a man you hated for the pain he caused, looked back at you. You met his unnerving stare head on, your chin jutted out. He leaned in, now the mutt was revealing his sharp teeth.

“I don’t know what you and Pyrrhus have going on but I would suggest not getting involved. That man is a monster.” He growled, his eyes burning into you like he could make you talk.

“Take a good look in the mirror.” You hissed back, uncaring that this man probably could snap you like a stick. You weren’t wrong and both of you knew it.

He sighed, leaning away from you. “So be it. Good luck.”

And what surprised you, that he actually sounded like he meant it.

A moment later, you heard the sound of chain dragging. You whirled around, watching with bated breath as the furies bound him once more. He looked like a god locked in chains. Something unearthly, a beauty lost in ruins.

Your fingers twitched. You ached to run over and let him loose. The terror he could create upon the underworld would be nothing less than any of them deserved.

However his bloodshot eyes became stormy when he saw that you weren’t alone.

“Leave.” Pyrrhus snarled over the sound of the last chain locking in place. “I don’t want you here.”

“Funny that. I don’t want to be here.” The false son replied. With one last glance toward you, he walked over to Pyrrhus. The contrast between the two sons was never more stark than it was now.

Beautiful Pyrrhus, the right heir of Achilles, locked away while the worthless mutt was free to ruin everything. It made you sick.

He crouched in front of Pyrrhus and said something you couldn’t hear. Pyrrhus’ face went slack for a single moment. A heavy silence then Pyrrhus lunged forward, his hands almost wrapped around Y/N’s neck.

To his credit Y/N didn’t flitch, didn’t move back as Pyrrhus screamed and tried to move closer. Megaera pulled out her whip but Y/N held up a single hand to stop her.

The fury gave him a questioning glance. The man shook his head.

He stood, heedless of Pyrrhus’ raging. “Our Father plans to come back. Don’t waste this chance.”

“Fuck off!” Pyrrhus howled, the chains shuddering under his efforts. The false son sighed like a disappointed parent and with a nod toward the furies, he took the same path Achilles did.

You took in a breath. There was something about that man that sucked up all the air in a room.

The sound of metal clashing against stone reached your ears as Pyrrhus screamed over and over again, trashing against his chain. Later, when he calms down, you will tend to him and whisper secrets in his ears.

For now…

His screams of rage echoed out through all of Tartarus.

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allur1ngs · 9 months

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i have no words for whispers of love. your way with words left me speechless and it never fails to blow my mind. this update on the mafia is sooooo good. the angst and bada's sad backstory with her mom got me so hooked and the smut part was well done(i might have teared up there). keep up the good work as usual and i hope you have a great 2024!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i hope it was worth the wait😙 & hopefully the next part should be out in a few days--i think it'll be much shorter (don't count on it i get a little word crazy sometimes😞) but i'm so excited to build up to the wedding now that bada's backstory has been revealed!!

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pinkevilbobdoesthings · 6 years

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So, yeah, this is where it gets pretty dark. There's references to abuse and some messed up stuff cause Trent Ikithon is an a-hole. I've been waiting for this chapter for a while and I hope you all liked it.

There should be one or two more chapters to this fic and then the epilogue.

So here it is the 5th chapter of ‘I Ship It’.

Jester planted herself face down of the couch and cried as soon as she got home. Everything was ruined and Jester didn’t know why. She was pretty sure that she didn’t do anything to trigger what happened, but maybe she did something to make it worse and she didn’t realize it.

Her roommate, Beau, came in for a second, looked at Jester, and immediately left. Twenty minutes later Beau returned with a pint of rocky road. “Here,” she said handing the ice cream and a spoon over to Jester. “If it’s about a boy, I don’t want to hear about it.”

“It’s Caleb. I think he hates me now,” Jester said wiping her eyes, but not moving up from where she lay.

Beau groaned. “I just said if it’s a boy, I didn’t -ugh, I’m not prepared for your heteronormative drama. Come on, move your feet.” She swatted at Jester’s legs until Jester lift them so Beau could sit down. “Now, not that I care, but what happened?”

Jester told Beau about the poster and Caleb’s reaction and how he yelled at her. “Yeah, he’s crazy and you gotta dump him.”

“We’re not dating, we’re just friends,” Jester said. Part of her wanted to date him, but he probably didn’t want to. Also, their school had a rule against undergrads dating professors.

“Yeah, still crazy and you still need to avoid him like the plague.”

Jester frowned and played with her ice cream. “I don’t know. I think he might be sick.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to put up with his garbage.” Beau patted Jester’s leg. “There’s better guys out there, I guess if you like guys . I mean they’ll still be dudes, but that’s probably better than nothing.”

“I guess,” Jester said, but she was still worried about Caleb.

Beau got up. “And, hey, if you suddenly have a bi awakening, I know some girls that will treat you right. Well, I know a girl that will treat you right, not Keg. Unless you want the night of life.”

“Beau!” Jester giggled.

Beau noogied Jester lightly. “Don’t worry so much. It will work out or some garbage like that.”

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Nott was cooking. She liked to cook. Nobody liked to eat what she made, but that just meant that there was more for her to eat then. Caleb came in, grabbed Frumpking and went straight to his room without a word. A bad sign, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He might have just been tired.

She poked her head into Caleb’s room to find all of his blankets dumped on the floor and only his top sheet covered him. Her heart sank; it must have been a real bad day. Nott folded up the blankets and set up his laptop where Caleb could see it easily and turned on the third season of the Voyage of the MISTake since it was his favorite. A few minutes later, Nott presented a hot pocket and a fork to Caleb and waited to see what he would do with it.

Caleb grabbed and ate it failing the hot pocket test. If he was even slightly okay, he would have turned it upside down, tear off the bottom and only eat the filling. And if Caleb was actually doing good, he’d refuse to eat it all together. It was going to be pointless to talk to him for a while. Nott pressed a kiss on his forehead before leaving him alone in his room.

Nott finished making her dinner but her heart was no longer in it. Caleb hadn’t had a day that bad since leaving Soltryce. She had hoped that truly bad days were completely behind them, but it seemed they weren’t that lucky.

After a few episodes, Caleb left his room. “Hi Caleb,” Nott said softly and got up. Caleb clutched his cat closely and looked like the slightest puff of wind would crack him.

“I lost Jester,” Caleb whispered. “The head of the science department is onto me.”

“Oh, Caleb. What do you mean?”

“Jester hates me now. I’m terrible. And the head of the science department knows it.” Caleb sat down on the floor.

Nott brushed his hair out of his face. “I don’t think Jester knows how to hate. We’ll make it through this.”

“It’s worse than that,” Caleb said. “Ikithon is coming.”

“What do you mean Ikithon’s coming?” Nott’s pulse began to race. “When?”

Caleb stared down at the ground. “Next week to the university. Tuesday.”

Nott swore. They needed her at the antique store on Tuesday. There was no way she could skip. “Can you just stay home?”

“No, there’s meetings that require me and finals are coming soon,” Caleb said.

“Then get a restraining order.”

Caleb shook his head. “There’s not enough time to. I’m sorry I ruined everything.”

“No, you didn’t. You are the victim here.” But he didn’t believe her. He never did. “I’ll see what I can do.” She’d do anything for Caleb. If he’d just let her.

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The subway was awkward. Jester didn’t know where to sit. For the past weeks, she always sat next to Caleb every Thursday. But after Tuesday, she wasn’t so certain. Caleb never went online after that and he didn’t text her either. She didn’t dare text him herself.

When Jester got on the train, Caleb briefly made eye contact with her with his bright blue eyes, but he looked away quickly. Jester sat in the back of the train for the first time.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She opened it to see a text from Caleb. -I’m sorry.- Jester stared at it not sure how to reply. It wasn’t okay, but she was glad that he was talking to her again.

-You deserve an explanation.- Caleb texted again. -And, if I don’t do it now, I won’t. Can you skip class today?-

-yes- Jester texted back. She’d just get notes from one of her classmates, maybe Calianna.

-Thank you. There’s a coffee shop on campus we can go to. I’ll treat.-

Under any other circumstance, Jester would have been beyond excited. This was the chance to skip class and spend time with a guy she was crazy about. Instead a heavy weight sat in her stomach. Beau told her to not give Caleb any of her time, but Jester couldn’t just ignore him. He needed her help, she knew he did. Or at least he needed somebody’s help and she was who he had.

They walked in silence to the coffee shop and placed their orders with barely a word spoken between them. On any other day, they would’ve been talking about what coffees Kristoff and Melody would’ve ordered and maybe played with a coffee shop AU, but there was just a quiet awkwardness instead. When they sat down, Caleb opened his laptop and showed it to Jester. It was a psychology article by Professor Ikithon. “Dancing with the Devil: A Study on the Impact of Abusive and Supportive Mentors,” she read out loud. The rest was just academic mumbo jumbo to her.

“Ja,” Caleb said. “That article might be Ikithon’s biggest claim to fame. But, I had looked up to him and his work before that. I was his,” he paused for a moment, “assistant at the time. I helped write that article and do the research.

“It was an in depth case study focusing on a young man known as Subject K. Subject K had a good upbringing and was healthy and mentally sound. At the beginning of the case study, he had recently lost both of his parents and an older gentleman with a good standing in the community agreed to be his mentor. But, the man, K’s mentor, was a sadist who delighted in breaking people mentally. The next year and a half for K would be best described as torture. All of his outside support networks were removed, he was gaslighted and manipulated, made to do terrible things, and eventually convinced that the only use he was to the world was to obey his mentor. At the height of this, K’s mentor rejected him, which left K in a deep depression and we have no recorded of what happened to K for three months. He disappeared.” Caleb spoke so clinically, but his hands were shaking. Jester wanted to comfort him, but she knew he’d just pull away.

“When he was found next, he had committed arson and burned down a barn. It had been abandoned so no living beings had been harmed. After that, Subject K was committed to a psychiatric ward. Three days later, he was released into the custody of a new mentor, according to the article. This new mentor treated K with kindness and worked to build him back up, and by all appearances, he was successful.”

Caleb lifted his coffee like he was going to take a drink of it, but he stopped himself. “It was controversial to say the least. Some claimed that Ikithon made it up. Others said that Ikithon should have intervened early on in the study. That if Ikithon knew this young man was being mistreated, he should have stopped it. It was a cruel study.”

“And you helped with it,” Jester said hoping he didn’t think she was judging him. It seemed like he already felt guilty for it, and he couldn’t have stood up to Ikithon about it. He was terrified of his old supervisor.

“I did.” Caleb stared at his coffee. “There were somethings that the article left out. The first and second mentors were actually the same person. It should be noted that the article painted his second behavior as kinder than it was. There was still a cruelty to it all. And it wasn’t the mentor’s treatment that made K better. The credit belongs to a dear friend who would fight monsters for him and K writing fanfics for his favorite show, The Voyage of the MISTake.”

Jester gasped. “You were Subject K?”

Caleb nodded sadly. “I had trusted Ikithon so much at first, but I guess I’m terrible judge of people.” He turned the coffee cup slowly in his hands. “It was Nott who helped me get out of Ikithon’s grasp. She made me realized that I was trapped. We met during the missing three months. I don’t remember much about those days except that she was there protecting me. Ikithon was so mad that I couldn’t remember, but he made it work in the narrative of the article.”

Jester wanted to say something or ask a question or comfort him or something. But nothing felt right or real enough to say.

“I know I’ve done terrible things and that Nott is more than I deserve and so are you,” Caleb said. “So I needed you to know that without a doubt that I’m weak and worthless, but that I liked the short time we were friends.” He got up and started to turn away.

Jester caught his hand. “How can you say that? You’re not weak. You survived. That has mean you’re strong.”

“Because if I was strong, I wouldn’t have let any of that happen. I would’ve seen through him and gotten away from him, but I didn’t. I let myself get trapped and now I’m trapped again.” Caleb looked at her his eyes shining with unshed tears. “He’s going to try something, I know it. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

“What about Nott? Can she help?” Jester asked.

Caleb shook his head. “She works that day and she doesn’t know what he’s like. Nott just thinks he’s going to screw with me and that I’m going to avoid him, but it’s not that simple. He’s going to take me and there’s no avoiding it.” He gently took Jester’s hand and removed it from his hand. “Thank you for your friendship.” Softly, he kissed her on the cheek, leaving her too shocked to move, and left.

#widojest #critical role fan fiction #pinkevilbob writes #i hope the backstory reveal was worth the wait #and i hope you enjoy this chapter #i ship it

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eddieexcellence · 2 years

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SOUR CANDY

part iv: dungeon master

E. munson x fem!reader

Synopsis: back in Hawkins for spring break, the reader is back from college. She gets sucked into the madness again for the fourth time with her best friend and younger friends. Plus an unexpected and unwelcome face.

Type: fixit fic, angst/comfort, enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: cursing as always, reader always in a pickle, insecure/jealous reader, clumsy reader, brief mention of blood, backstory backstory backstory, mention of a razor (teenage shaving mishaps), Eddie growing up headcanons, silly litte mentions of sour patch kids, angst.

Words: 4k (wowza)

Authors note: i think it’s the moment everyone has been waiting for? Reader x Eddie in the flesh??? I had fun with this one. I just like imagining the backstory to Eddie since we didn’t get too many details in the series. This chapter follows the plot loosely of s4 ch5: the Nina project but with the twist of the reader in it. If I missed any warnings let me know!! Hope you enjoy!! :) I’d like to also talk about the gif used and how precious he is

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You really didn’t know how you were going to get into Eddie’s trailer. You had parked by the playground, and you were just staring at the trailer with ‘53’ by the front door. There was no more crime scene and caution tape blocking it off, but Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, was home. If you broke in, he’d hear you with trailer was only so big. You also couldn’t just assume he’d let you in if you asked. He was for sure being hounded and scrutinized by reporters and police right now.

You drummed your fingers on your knees, thinking. Then you had an idea as you stared at the D&D guideline books in your passenger seat. You grabbed your bookbag from the back next to the paper grocery bag, and dumped the contents in your passenger side so you could fit everything you needed for Eddie. Not quite sure how full proof this would be, but it was worth the shot as you got out of your car. You walked up to the front door and tapped on the front door lightly taking a step back waiting for an answer composing your jitters shaking your hands slightly.

The door opened to reveal Wayne Munson, and you beamed at him as if you were putting on an act.

“Can I help you?” He asked suspiciously, confused as to why a young woman was on his doorstep. Hoping it wasn’t another reporter.

“Hi, Mr. Munson, I’m the local babysitter, Y/n Y/l/n. How’re you doing today sir?” You asked politely the smile never leaving your face.

He gave you an incredulous scowl, “have you seen the news?”

He took a good look at you, you looked familiar. Not only being able to place where he has met you and your name before, he didn’t think you looked like the typical babysitter especially for Hawkins in the casual attire you had on.

You mentally facepalmed yourself for asking a stupid question, but you didn’t let that deter you. “I’m sorry sir, how insensitive of me. It must be frustrating that your nephew’s wrongfully accused of murder.”

“You believe Eddie’s innocent?” He was in disbelief, that’s all the town was talking about, and his boys name chastised everywhere he went as of late. It was eating at Mr. Munson that nobody believed him. The police tried to be neutral, but the critical gazes told him otherwise when they interviewed him,

“One hundred percent! Eddie is an oddball, not a murderer.” You reassured him. “ Actually the reason I’m here is because a couple of his younger members of the hellfire club that I babysit let Eddie borrow a couple of things for the game. I was just wondering if I could collect them?” You gave him some puppy dog eyes.

“I also apologize for the ill timing, y’know how kids can be though.” You quickly added for extra measure.

He pointed his finger at you all of sudden, “I know who you are!”

You gulped, your smile faltered, thinking you're in trouble. “Y-you do?”

“Yes, you’re one of Eddie’s friends!” He had open the door wider. “You could’ve just said that. Come on in.” He stepped aside, and you smiled weakly stepping by him into the small trailer.

The trailer was decorated in trucker hats and mugs a yellow stain seemed to envelop everything as you glanced around. Only being in here once before. It was the first time Eddie taught you to play D&D. To your dismay there was no fairy or mermaid option for race, you went for an Elf Druid instead. Towards the middle of him teaching you, Eddie and you just ended up going through his music collection, and you watched him play his acoustic guitar he had got a few months prior. Everything looked just about fine and you almost couldn’t tell Chrissy Cunningham had been killed here almost a week ago. The only evidence was a crack in the ceiling.

“I don’t know why it took me a while to figure out, maybe you had just grown so much since a couple years ago. Eddie doesn’t tell me much about his friends anymore. Then again I’m not home much either.” Wayne looked down at his feet sounding upset. “But I do remember him being sweet on you.”

You stilled as you felt your heart pick up its pace. That swarm of butterflies seemed to flutter back into your stomach again like it did earlier. “He was?”

“Boy was he. Now, I probably shouldn’t be telling you all this. That should be his job.” He chuckled, you chuckled nervously too. “His room is down the hall on the left. Make it quick girl. I have to be at work soon.” With a blank stare and a nod to this information, you tripped over your feet, almost forgetting to walk as you went to his room feeling more uneasy.

When you walked in you closed the door so it was only open slightly ajared, preventing Wayne from seeing what you were doing. The room was almost exactly how you imagined it: piles of clothes in the corner, a couple beer and water bottles on his nightstand, band posters, posters of half naked women, and the smell of weed and his cheap cologne lingered in the air. Things you did not imagine his room to have: his bed somewhat messily made wafting a smell of fresh detergent, his desk area, music collection, and D&D shelf all meticulously organized and dusted. Seemed like he was trying to impress someone. That made you frown, maybe he was trying to impress a certain cheerleader? Chrissy Cunningham was there to buy drugs from him. You knew even Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson would like her. She was pretty, sweet and actually really funny, she never solemnly judged anybody either: only if they liked Coke or Pepsi. She was the IT girl of Hawkins High, and despite being a year older than her; it didn’t exclude you from feeling a slight green feeling in your stomach. You could’ve been over thinking, maybe he invited other clients over and tried to clean up for them too? An envious feeling washed over you, it had left a sour taste in your mouth.

You let it dull as you heard someone knock on the front door that caused you to jump out of your daze.

“Can I help you?” You heard Mr. Munson ask.

“We need to take a look around.” A woman’s voice. Footsteps creaked into the living room. A ringing, high electricity buzzing started.

You gulped, and made pace. Quietly started to search for clothes for him, and dug through his drawers throwing whatever he may have needed in your bag.

“Yeah, I think it’s some kind of leak.” Wayne said. “Hadn’t had a chance to fix it with everything going on.”

You quickly dug through the top drawer, keeping an eye on the door until fingers hit something small and hard wrapped in a bandanna at the bottom of his drawer. Did you want to know? Cautiously you pulled it out, one eye closed because you could never know. Your eyes glowed in bewilderment as you unwrapped the object. It had been something you thought you’d never see in a million years. A litle poorly lumpy gnome looking trinket. You wanted to laugh, but didn’t have time to observe the object thoroughly as the door opened. You quickly wrapped it back up and threw it in the bag, turned around to be met by Wayne.

“Girl what the hell are you doing? Are you with them?” He was furious at the coincidence of you showing up on his door steps and minutes later a government agent. He noticed your bag full of Eddie’s things poking out, his brows knitted in an angry confusion visibly softened. He grabbed your arm gently with one hand bringing you in, as his other shut the door. “Do you know where Eddie is?” His voice only above a whisper.

Frozen, unsure what to say, you started to open your mouth before quickly closing it, eyes wide, and almost scared with any answer you tried to give him.

His eyes started to get glossy, “I just want to know he’s safe.” He tried to hold it together as a few tears ran down his face.

You grabbed a hold of the hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “Trust me Mr. Munson, he’s okay. I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I’m trying to clear his name.” You whispered frantic. “My friends and I are going to clear his name.” You quickly adjusted the sentence. This was a team effort not a you effort.

He nodded, taking a deep breath as footsteps approached Eddie’s bedroom. “You need to get out of here, take this.” He took out his wallet and handed a $20 bill to you.

“I can’t take this,” you insisted, trying to give it back.

“It’s for Eddie, now go.” He closed your hand around the crumpled bill. You just nodded backing up to the window, and with shaky hands you opened it sliding the screen up. You threw your bag out first, before hoisting yourself up and through the window. You weren’t ever the most poised and graced girl so you managed dropping face first to the ground. Your body ached and burned knowing there was going to be cuts and bruises later.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you quickly got up dusting off the scrapes and cuts, grabbing the bookbag. You crawled around staying close to the siding of the trailer, sneaking around so you could run to the car discreetly. Noticing an unmarked vehicle was parked in front of the trailer as you made sure the coast was clear. In your last couple years at Hawkins you had gotten very familiar with a car like that knowing it could mean one thing, the government, even more specifically the Department of Energy. That would explain the whirring and buzzing.

You dashed over to the playground where you had parked. Unlocking the door and hurriedly putting the keys in the ignition, engine coming to life. You grabbed the walkie talkie from the survival box from the backseat. Peeling out of the trailer park you clicked the walkie on.

“Munson, do you copy?” You asked out of breath.

“Did you get the stuff?” He quickly responded.

You mentally checked off the list in your head: food, beer, shirt, pants, socks—

“Shit! I forgot the hairbrush!” You still had your walkie clicked on causing Eddie to hear that.

“Y/l/n, you're truly implorable to think Hawkins Most Wanted needs a brush in a moment like this.” You could hear him laugh at you.

“Oh shove off, Eddie!” You told him. “I’ll be there in less than 15.”

“Copy, Princess.” You didn’t need to see his face to know he had a smirk on his face.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the road as you clicked the walkie on one last time, “stop calling me that!”

You parked down the road from Reefer Rick’s place in a tucked away turn around spot by Lover’s Lake. Overstuffing your bookbag with the food and beers for Eddie, putting the rest of your belongings in your trunk and locked the car up. It wasn’t too far away, but far enough to make you haul ass. Cutting through the brush that was behind Reefer Ricks house then to the abandoned boat house avoiding any possible attention. Pushing your stamina as much as you could. You got to the door and quietly knocked before opening the door and closing it behind you as you slipped in.

Eddie sat on an empty trash can throwing pebbles into an empty paint can, looking bored. He looked up at you and he looked dumbfounded.

“Holy shit Y/l/n!” You were still mildly out of breath from the most physical activity you’ve had in quite a few months, holding your hands on your knees throwing the book bag to him. You didn’t even bother looking at him yet, just taking deep breaths.

“I’m never,” a deep breath, “doing anything,” another deep breath, “that involves running,” one last deep breath, “again!” You collapsed to your already bruised and scraped knees tired.

“You’ve seen better days haven’t you?” You could hear the man across from already munching on the honeycombs you got him.

You had your eyes closed still regaining yourself, “always for the flattery aren’t we Munson?” He cracked open a can of beer as you scoffed at the sound.

“Oh do you want me to tell you that you look fresher than a daisy while you have blood running down your forehead?” He retorted. “Christ Sake Y/n how’d you even get that? Got into a fight with the gas station clerk for the six pack?”

You flipped him off, putting your fingers to your forehead and felt a small wet cut on your temple. It wasn’t too bad, but still enough to stain your fingers red you noted when you opened your eyes. You set you eight on the tall unruly man, glaring at him. You eyes making contact with him for the first time since you came into the boathouse. You had only saw him in passing while dropping off Max at her trailer when you were home for winter break a few months ago.

He looked more mature, hair longer, but still wearing his typical outfit: his hellfire t-shirt, tight jeans, leather jacket with the hellfire vest on top, scuffed up Nikes, and an ungodly amount of accessories. His guitar pick necklace hangs on his chest, his wallet chain popping out his pocket, a chain bracelet on his left wrist where he only had on ring on that hand, while his right hand was clad in an obnoxious amount of silver rings in various shapes on his long slender fingers, and his timex watch on the right wrist. His big brown doe eyes glimmered mischievously into yours.

You had to fight the blush from forming hoping that if one did appear you could chalk it out to all the vigorous running. Call Eddie a freak, an idiot, or a loser, but he wasn’t unattractive.

You cleared your throat, averting your eyes to the six pack beside him. “If you’d like to know, I had to practically throw myself out of your bedroom window to flee. Now hand one over.” You made a grabby hand for a can of beer.

“Ooh, the goody two shoes breaking and entering and drinking a beer with a runaway madman?” He rolled a can over to you anyway. “That’s scandalous.”

You opened the beer, taking a thirsty gulp trying to soothe your dry throat. You didn’t care that he chastised you for having a beer, you were parched. “I didn’t break and enter, more like break and exit.” You had corrected after finishing the gulp.

“My uncle let you in?” Eddie sounded surprised.

“H-he recognized me and I made a bullshit excuse I needed to grab something for Dustin,” you stated avoiding the detail of the DOC at his front door. “He wanted to know if you were safe, Eddie.” Not knowing how he’d take the news, you anxiously took another sip of beer.

Eddie was silent, glancing down staring in front of his feet. It was silent for a minute as you two just stayed still. He sniffed, wiping his nose, was he about to cry? You braced yourself just in case he was about to. Comforting the kids came east even Nancy or Steve. But Eddie? Not so much. You didn’t really know if you could say or do anything to help.

“D-does he think I did it?” He asked, his voice shaky.

You shook your head. “No, of course not.” He visibly relaxed at the statement. You bit your lip, seeing how distraught he was. You could go on all day making snide remarks and insults at him, but you felt bad. Genuinely. “Munson, you may be many things, but you aren’t a bad person .” The tone of your voice is sincere and thoughtful as you look down coyly. This was the best effort of you comforting him.

Eddie thought you short circuited being nice all of a sudden. He studied you carefully, scrapes and bruises littered your skin, your mascara from the day before smudged, did he dare want to admit to himself that you still looked pretty? The oversized Slayer shirt hanging off your shoulders, ripped mom jeans, and combat boots that you could squash anyone in. You did not look like the girl you once were in high school not even a year ago. That girl still hid her band tees tucked into skirts under dainty sweaters and paired with Keds or Converse with frilly socks that followed Steve around like a lost puppy. You had grown within the several months since he last saw you, but reminded him more of the personality of the young girl he first met. The you he had envisioned you becoming in high school had him in awe. That didn’t happen though, instead you were corrupted by the popular kids and jocks.

“You’re not going soft on me, are you Y/l/n?” Eddie questioned mockingly as he continued to rummage through the book bag of stuff you got him.

“What, I can't feel an ounce of sympathy?” You bit back.

“I don’t need your pity!” He snapped getting mad. “If this is all you’re trying to prove, you can leave. You did your supply drop, good work soldier. Now leave.” He didn’t need your martyrdom.

You rolled your eyes, “always ruining a moment and any decent conversation Munson.” Maybe you did extend your stay in the boathouse, you were only so he could have some food and clean clothes.

Eddie still pulled things out of the bag, “if I remember correctly that’s always been you.” He pulled a crushed box of sour patch kids from it, his black and white bandana messily folded over an item flying out as he did so. Oh no.

“You’re not going soft on me, are you Munson?” You mimicked him from moments ago as your eyes fell on the bandana too.

“I-I forgot I still had that.” He tried to say. You raised an eyebrow, not believing him.

“In your underwear drawer, that I would hope you go into everyday?” That caused the man across from you to blush lightly as he unraveled the bandana from around the trinket.

“I’m surprised you didn’t smash it.” You said.

“It’s not his fault the person that made it became a brainwashed idiot.” He rolled it around his fingers.

It was chipped, seen better days, but he still knew what it was supposed to be. It was a poorly constructed dungeon master you made for art class in the 8th grade. You were great at art, pottery not so much. You made it as a token of your friendship in your free time. You were so excited when you gave it to him.

It was towards the end of the school year, so you didn’t have much to do in classes as everyone wrapped up missing and late assignments. Steve asked you to hangout that weekend, but the new Judas Priest album was coming out. You wanted to snag a vinyl or cassette for it, so you asked Eddie to come along to the music shop.

As you two waited in the small line, he chatted excitedly about what he heard about the album so far. You listened as you rummaged through your purple canvas bookbag looking for the little clay piece you made in art class for him. It was comical seeing a young girl in the crowd of mainly men clad in their metal t-shirts and flannels in the rising mid day spring heat of Hawkins. You had a pale pink sleeveless romper on with a chunky belt, a geometric printed matching baby blue and lavender windbreaker wrapped around your waist, your signature lacy white socks pulled as high as they could go to hide the razor nicks on your ankles from shaving, and scuffed white keds on. Let’s not forget the clumped on mascara coating your eyelashes, overly glittery lip gloss, and the big band on your chin. When Eddie asked about it, you said you were clumsy and cut your chin, secretly it hid the mountain of a pimple that appeared overnight.

Whereas Eddie had his Hellfire Club shirt on, some cargo shorts, his wallet chain hanging, his newfound guitar pick necklace, some mismatched socks, and black vans with scribbles on the soles. He had tried to grow out a mustache and beard, but it was mainly a sparse area of dark straggly peach fuzz above his upper lip, and ingrown hairs dotted his cheeks. You two were a sight for sore eyes as you were just awkward pubescent teenagers. Not aware of the events that would forebode within the month to come.

“Aha!” You pulled the trinket out, a bright proud smile adorned your features.

“Y/n what is that?” The teenage boy asked you. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was, it looked like a mini garden gnome at first glance.

“It’s for you!” You handed it to him. “It’s supposed to be a dungeon master, see it even has a diabolical sorcerer hat on!” As you explained more he got what you were going for. The hat with lumpy flower pieces had gold stars painted over them. It was a disproportionately large almost just as big as the dungeon master itself. Though poorly made, the details of the paint job were really good; primarily red, black, and gold accents. You had made the trinket look like it was holding a red bat shaped electric guitar, like the one he got at the beginning of the school year that his uncle helped get him for making it to sophomore year. The face is just a peach colored blob with a scowl on the face. Eddie wouldn’t be happy if he had to lug around a hat on his head three times his size too.

“I was going for if Gandalf was in a metal band.” You continued. You were so nervous, knowing it wasn’t your best work, but you still thought it was cute. “D’you like it?” You batted your lashes.

Eddie smiled, it was the worst thing he ever saw. It was the best thing he had ever received though, because you made it just for him. “It’s actually great,” he chuckled. He held his hand out for a high five. “Thanks Y/n/n!” You high fives excitedly back.

He brought it to every Hellfire Club meeting until the day you stopped being friends. It was retired on his D&D shelf until one particularly bad day between you two where you were at each other’s throats in Spanish class. It got to the point where you had to be sent to the library to do your work for the rest of the period, and he got detention. Eddie went home that afternoon ready to smash it, but the more he stared at it the more he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It had been through many great campaigns with him just sitting by his folder scowling at the other members in the club so he just carefully wrapped it in one of his many bandanas and tucked it away. He always unraveled it when his uncle would force him to clean up his room and fold his laundry getting distracted by going through his things instead.

You finally stood up, dusting your pants off grabbing your keys from your pocket turning around to leave. “Well this brainwashed idiot did her job so I’ll just go.” After the much gentle reality check Steve gave you the night before, now Eddie basically paraphrased what he had said the night prior, you couldn’t help it to be bitter as a pang filled your chest. Were you really brainwashed and desperate to fit in?

“Thanks for the trip down memory lane, sweetheart.” The malice that laced sweetheart when Eddie said it was enough to turn the hurt and confusion into anger.

You whipped around to say something, the sound of a tired screeched to stop made you both freeze. “Get down!” Eddie instructed, and he sneaked a glance through the window. You crouched down not knowing what was happening listening to him anyway.

“Shit. Shit!” He exclaimed quietly as he ducked back down, grabbing the walkie talkie beside him.

“What’s going on?” Your eyes widened as he clicked the walkie on.

“Hey Dustin. It’s Eddie, you remember me right?” He spoke through the machine. “Well the babysitters here too. If anyone’s there, we may be in a bit of trouble here.” He started to freak out. “Okay? Wheeler? Harrington?!” He smacked the walkie in frustration, “anyone?!”

You crawled over to the window he was near to see what he was so freaked out over. You bumped his shoulder as you went to peer up through the window, but he quickly grabbed you, pulling you back down before you could see.

“I believe my angry mob has arrived.” He whispered darkly.

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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A/n: So i accidentally deleted the first one so im redoing it, but better! Happy birthday again!🥳🥳

Red velvet

“Hm, so its bakers birthday.” He was by the fountain, sometimes the cookies could here you speak as you play the game there.

You always had red velvet on your team, he was your favorite cookie! His backstory and just everything captivated you to him.

You decided to do kingdom arenas, you press the first team that shows up and vs them even if they are way higher than you, its like a tradition you and your friends made.

“Oh wow, their power is over 600,000.” You believed you wouldn’t win like usual.

This time it was different, red velvet defeated their hollyberry in one a hit.

“I dont remember making my red velvet that strong.” you were confused, Hollyberry had her strong shield on and somehow red velvet defeated her.

The match went on, all your cookies fallen besides red velvet, and he won the match.

“Happy birthday, I do hope you would join be someday baker.”

Pomegranate

-When pomegranate found out it was your birthday she made sure everything went perfectly: all gachas had something great in it, for kingdom arena all the lower ranks would show up for you so you can easily win, etc.

She may not like it , but sure colabs with pure vanilla to create the perfect birthday surprise.

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You logged into cookie run, not expecting much. The opening screen is still the same. When you get logged into the game , theres a cutscene. Its camera zooming away from the castle, revealing all the cookies celebrating and in front of a cake, the castle had decorations for a birthday. the cake had many tiers and had ’Happy birthday Baker!’ on the front. the cookies then sung happy birthday to you.

The cutscene ended. but the kingdom had decorations all over. you noticed pomegranate by her self on the steps of castle, next to the cake. You pressed her to see what she would say.

“Happy birthday Dear Baker, today is a day worth celebration. So here, take a slice of cake. I made it myself.”

Affogato

This bastard kind gentleman hasnt come home to you yet. As he put it, waiting for the perfect moment.

He over heard peopele saying happy birthday to you while being in the abyss.

“Ms receptionist, I’d to go home now.” he said.

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You decided to do a ten pull hoping to get affogato on your birthday. The first 9 things to come out the oven were soulstones, on the 10th the oven shaked. Affogato did his entrance but you didnt really hear is voiceline because you were yelling for joy for finally getting him.

You instantly started to give him star jellys and put him on your team.

You watched as he walked around your kingdom, he walked near the shrine lovely area you made for him.

If I knew baker loved me this much, i woulda came home earlier. Affogato thought.

You decided to press him to hear which voiceline he’ll say.

“Happy birthday dear baker, im glad to see your pretty face.”

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scarasun · 2 years

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yours truly ♡

{ pairing } eula x fem!reader { word count } 1.3k { summary } with the spring solstice rapidly approaching, romance is thick in the air - romance even eula herself is not immune to. your simple request for a dance lesson turns into something more serious: is she ready to reveal the affection she's been hiding from you for so long? { genre/warnings } fluff with a pinch of angst. complicated, messy feelings. lots of pining. mentions of depression(?) and eula's shitty backstory. reader is a horrible dancer. { a/n } i wrote this for @ghostly-march's 600 followers event, based on the prompt "arbutus" (a realization that you are my one and only). go visit their page! they have some lovely works, and a few other writers have also written some amazing pieces for their event!

EULA LAWRENCE didn’t think of herself as a particularly good teacher – which was why it came as a surprise that you had asked her to guide you through the Spring Waltz.

The dance was part of the upcoming Spring Solstice Festival, which celebrated the day when spring finally kissed the land. Anticipation grew heavier in the air as the festival approached, and everywhere she went, she could hear villagers talking about their plans for the event. Of course, when all was said and done, Eula had plans of her own, a secret hope blooming in her chest at your quaint request for a dance lesson.

She turned on the record player nearby, the soft music floating through the breeze of Starsnatch Cliff. Despite being an acquaintance of yours for so long, Eula had never worked up the nerve to ask you to dance with her. She told herself that she just liked engaging in her hobby in private, but if she was speaking truthfully, she simply wasn’t ready to face the truth behind why her heart raced when your face was a bit too close to hers, or why she suddenly seemed breathless when your fingers had brushed.

She had never been able to figure it out – until recently.

“Now, put your hand on my shoulder-” she instructed, as her own hand snaked around your waist. “-and follow the movement of my feet.”

Her realization wasn’t like the novels had said it would be - glamorous and romantic. It happened while she was tossing and turning in bed, unable to figure out why the image of your face was becoming a permanent relic in her head – until she figured out that she didn't mind.

The feeling of being in love was also not as comfortable as Eula imagined, because even in the heat of the afternoon sun, she could feel a heavy blush dusting her cheeks. She felt exposed - vulnerable, even - and she was thankful that your eyes were laser-focused on your feet, trying to match your movements with her own. Archons above, if she couldn’t handle practicing a simple dance with you, how could she ever work up the courage to ask you to be her partner to the Spring Solstice?

Eula yelped, a sudden, sharp pain in her foot driving her out of her thoughts.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes filling with genuine concern.

“I’m fine,” she replied, gritting her teeth in pain. It was quite a wonder that you had managed to step on her foot with such force when you were wearing ballet flats.

You chuckled sheepishly, all traces of worry vanishing when you were sure she was okay. “I hope that wasn’t a cause for vengeance, my lady.”

Her heart fluttered at the playful title, but she ignored it. She sighed, collecting her bearings again. “My vengeance can wait. Now, let’s continue. We’ll keep practicing until I’m sure you won’t embarrass yourself at the festival.”

Eula waited until the music looped from the beginning again, and took your hand in hers. She was never known to show a considerable amount of patience, but she decided that if it was for you, then it was worth it.

Of course, when you mentioned that you needed to dance with a partner at the Spring Festival, she had instantly imagined herself at your side: your smile outshining the sun and a simple but gorgeous dress hugging your frame as the both of you danced in the heart of Mondstadt City. In the moment, her fantasy didn’t seem so far-fetched. But in the light of day, when shadow was scarce and everything was laid bare, she was left with one question: why would you want her?

Your history together had gone far back, farther than anyone else was aware of. You had found her, scared and hungry, huddled at the bottom of an old oak tree for shelter from the ongoing downpour. Her face was splotched with dirt, and her muscles were withering. Despite her terrible physical state, she was virtually numb, save for the aching of her torn heart. The people who were supposed to love her, the ones who were supposed to be there for her, had abandoned her.

You had found her while you were on an expedition for the Knights of Favonius, and despite her thorny demeanor, your friendly attitude never wavered. She was hurt, but you were her balm. She had lost herself, but you were her light, guiding her out of the darkness.

“Eula? Are you okay?” you asked tentatively, noting the way her eyes had glazed over.

Her gaze refocused onto your face, your eyes reflecting the same kindness you had shown her under the oak tree so long ago.

“That’s the second time you’ve asked me that, y/n. Did you step on my foot again without me knowing?” she looked at her feet, mostly to hide the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

For a moment, you didn’t say anything. Eula had never shed so much as a single tear in front of you, even in her darkest hours. Needless to say, this was uncharted territory.

“I know this isn’t your thing but…is there something on your mind you’d like to talk about?”

The music of the record player had long since disappeared, and the only sound was the expectant breeze. It dried the tears from her eyes and rustled your hair, tossing it about your face. Carefully, Eula lifted her hand, her fingers brushing the strands away from your face. She released a silent sigh of relief when you didn’t flinch, the look in your eyes drawing her in even more. She couldn't remember when you had stepped so close to her, your face just inches away from hers. Without thinking, her lips found yours, melting into the softness of your mouth.

She had often wondered what kissing you would feel like, but this had surely exceeded all imagination.

Your mouth tasted of the sticky honey roast the both of you had for lunch earlier that day, the lingering sweetness blooming in her own mouth. Your lips moved against hers, and Eula almost giggled, the sheer euphoria of having you return her affections somewhat overwhelming.

Too soon, you withdrew from the kiss, panting softly. The moment ended quickly, along with the initial adrenaline, and Eula realized what she had done. She quickly returned her arms to her side, looking everywhere but your eyes.

In a haze, a chuckle escaped your lips and you threw your arms around her.

“I didn’t know you felt the same way,” you mumbled delightedly, inhaling the scent of her hair.

Slowly, her arms wrapped around you, embracing you stiffly. Not only had you just returned your kiss, but you were also confessing to her?

“Is this real?” Eula asked, her fingers tangled in your hair. There was no doubt that when she had opened her eyes after the kiss, everything had brightened significantly. The hue of the sky was a perfect azure, and the green pastures seemed to have a life of their own.

“Yes, silly, I like you! I’ve liked you a lot since a long time ago,” you hugged her tighter, and all doubts in her mind were dissipated – her love was not one-sided.

The fog was finally beginning to clear from Eula's mind, the true reality of the situation sinking in completely. Now that she knew for sure where your feelings resided, wouldn't it be the perfect opportunity to pop the question?

“So does that mean that you’ll dance with me at the Spring Solstice?” she blurted.

“Of course,” you smiled, and Eula felt like if she could relive that moment over and over, she would. She pulled away, a newfound excitement burning in her heart.

“Alright then. Let’s continue practicing the Spring Waltz. I can’t have you stepping over my feet at the festival, right?”

#eula x reader #eula x fem!reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #eula x you #eula x y/n #ate and left no crumbs on this one guys

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter One

Chapter One: The Other Wilson Sister - chapter two

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n grew up with Sam and Sarah Wilson in the bayou of Delacroix. During the Blip she stayed with Sarah to help run the family business. With Sam back and trying to save the day, Y/n’s perfect opportunity to confess her long-kept secret to her best friend presents itself.

Warnings: tfatws ep.1 spoilers, language, suicide mention, undertones of racism, lots of Wilson sibling arguments, tragic backstory

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: As I wrote this first chapter out I realized it’s most definitely also a Sam Wilson x platonic fic. Bucky doesn’t come in till next chapter but rest assured, it’s gonna be a wild ride...Also I didn’t know till now how difficult it is to plan out a series in its entirety when the show isn’t completed lol. Hope you enjoy! (I may or may not change the title depending on how I feel about it later today lol)

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Delacroix, LA 2024

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One of the only things I was certain of in life was that blood didn’t make a family.

I had no official tie to Wilson family, I wasn’t a daughter or some distant cousin sent to live with them. We shared no DNA and they had no reason to love me as much as they did. But throughout my life I had known no kinder people than them and I doubted that would change. As I stood on the family boat helping to unload the catch of the day, I thought of how our corner of the Louisiana bayou felt more like home than any place I’d ever been.

“Hey,” Sarah said from the dock, “Head out of the clouds and down here helping me.” “Sorry,” I shook myself out of my thoughts and hopped off the boat, “Not a bad catch if you ask me.”

Sarah sighed as she bent over a large bucket of fish, “It could’ve been better.” I came to stand in front of her and held my hands out for a bucket, “Take the wins where you can get ‘em, Sar. Lord knows we don’t get enough of them.” Sarah Wilson was the only superhero I’d ever aspire to be like. She was a widow who had raised two kids and run a business all by herself with no family for support. The past five years had been challenging with so many people gone and while I had moved in with her to help however I could, I could take no credit. She was one of the strongest women I’d ever known.

“You had that look on your face again,” she said as we worked.

“What look?”

“That look that lets me know you were thinking real hard about something,” Sarah imitated the expression in question by thinning her eyes slightly and furrowing her brows, “Like this.” I laughed heartily at her impression, “So what was it?” I gazed out at the bayou waters before turning to the boat and finally Sarah, “Family.”

She nudged me with her hip, something we’d done when we were young and an affectionate gesture we’d carried into adulthood. A half hour went by with us and the boys unloading and sorting the fish we’d caught. I was too wrapped up in the task to notice the sound of a vehicle approaching until AJ and Cass announced the arrival.

“Blue for the snapper, orange for the whitefish.”

“Uncle Sam!”

My head shot up upon hearing his name, as did Sarah’s. I used my hand as a visor against to sun to spot the familiar rusted truck parked a few hundred feet away, with my best friend standing outside it hugging his nephews.

“That’s right, Uncle Sam,” Sarah called, “You’re back early.”

I grinned as I shucked my gloves off and made a beeline for him, slamming my body into his for a tight embrace. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen him, having spent the only weekend he was off away, and I’d naturally been worried sick about him. My best friend and un-biological brother may have been an Avenger for years, but after losing him in the Blip I didn’t think I’d ever stop worrying about him.

“Every time I come home, you act like I’ve been gone for five years,” he joked over my shoulder, resulting in me pulling away and slapping his bicep.

“Not even a little funny,” I pointed a finger in his smug face, he slung an arm around my neck as we walked over to Sarah.

“What’s goin’ on? You got Mom’s sneaky look on your face.” “How you gonna try to read me when you know I’m the one that reads you?” Sam smiled, passing by and greeting a long time customer of ours. “That look is permanently glued to his face, Sar,” I chuckled, “I learned that in grade school.” Sam shook his head at me and laughed before making his way up the dock to the Wilson family boat. “You gotta marvel at it, baby’s being held together by duct tape and prayers.” I leaned into Sarah, “Are you telling him or am I?” She took the initiative, “It just needs to float long enough for me to sell it.” “I thought we were gonna discuss if we were selling it,” Sam replied as he helped unload another bucket of fish. “We did, and then you were off fighting Doctor Space Cape or whatever while we,” Sarah gestured between us, “Were holdin’ it together for five long years. Now that the world is going back to normal, this thing’s gotta go.”

Sam looked to me with a look of displeasure, “Were you in on this?” “Don’t drag me into this,” I waved my hands as if wiping my involvement away, “This is a Wilson sibling discussion.” “Uh-uh,” Sam called me out, wagging his finger, “Don’t do that. Dad said every chance he got that you were one of his own, you’ve got a say in this too. What is it?” I scrunched my face up, dreading the argument that was knocking on our door, “It’s dead weight, Sam. The money we could get for it would be enough to keep us comfortable for a little longer without having to worry.” “We grew up on this thing. It’s not just Mom and Dad’s name on it. This thing is a part of our family.”

I sighed as Sarah stepped forward, “You know the situation we’re in. This is why I prefer not to dwell on it in front of everybody.” “Well what if we don’t need to sell it?” Sam said. “Can we talk about this in private?” I suggested, tiring of having to convince Sam that we were in the right when he hadn’t been around to witness our struggles. A long time friend of ours called out to Sam and he willingly took the distraction, opting out of having the inevitable difficult conversation. Sarah and I trudged back, totes of fish in hand and tried to get through the rest of the work day without worrying if we were approaching our last.

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During golden hour, when the clock had struck five and we’d started packing it up for the day was the only time to get Sam to actually listen. I knew how much the boat meant to him, it meant something to us all, but he wasn’t living in the reality that Sarah and I were.

“Sam, the boat’s gotta go,” Sarah finally said, breaking the silence we were working in on the vessel. “Wait-“ “No, let me finish,” she said, “Y/n and I are doin’ everything I can to keep this business afloat and every day we’re making $5 and spending $10.” Sam looked between the two of us, “So why won’t you let me help?”

“Sam, don’t…” I winced, knowing Sarah’s reaction would be strong.

“No, don’t start with that. We made a deal before Daddy died,” Sarah carried a few buckets to the center of the deck, “You’re out there, I do things my way here. Y/n agreed to it too when she went off to school.” “Right, but you tangled the house into this when you took those loans,” Sam finished tying off one of the ropes, turning around and giving Sarah the perfect opportunity to punch his chest, “Forgot how hard you hit.” I sighed as I passed him by to follow Sarah, “Low blow, you deserved it.”

“Sarah, Y/n, c’mon,” he chased after us, “Look, and don’t hit me again…What if you had money to fix it up? Make it nice so you can charter it when you’re not out working the waters?” “Sam, do you think this was an easy decision for us?” I faced him, leaning against the doorway next to him, “I tried every tactic I learned in business school and got nowhere. Anything I thought up, we needed more money to do. This is our only option.” As he always did with the things he cared about, he fought. “We can take a loan and consolidate everything, it’ll take down your monthly,” he looked confused as he watched Sarah laugh, “What?” “You think I didn’t try the banks? They’re in with all that big business now.” I followed them like the little sister I’d always been as they moved their fight towards the cockpit of the boat. Sam blocked another doorway, “Yeah, but now you have me.”

“Don’t, Sam,” Sarah shook her head, “I just got good with this.”

“All right…”

“Maybe it is time for us to move on,” Sarah sighed. “Either way, just let me help,” Sam offered, “I’ll set the appointment. Look, I won’t let you guys down. We can turn this shit around. Trust me.” I peered over at Sarah, wishing I could see the calculations going on in her brain. It seemed pointless, but any shot at changing our luck was an avenue worth pursuing.

“It can’t hurt to try,” I shrugged.

Sarah finally relented, “To the rescue, huh?”

“Always,” Sam smiled, “Now, let’s get some dinner. I’m hungry.” ————

Sarah was taking AJ and Cass back home while Sam and I took his truck to go pick up food.

“So how was Tunisia?” I asked, sticking my hand out the window and letting it rise and fall with the wind.

“Hot, but the mission went well,” he answered, looking out of the corner of his eyes at me, “And that’s all you need to know.”

I snickered, “C’mon, it’s our thing. I ask you detailed questions about your confidential missions, you tell me you can’t reveal anything, I keep asking…You’ve gotta honor tradition.” “I flew, I fought, I rescued. Boom, mission explained.” “Ugh, you’re impossible, Wilson,” I waved him off, “How was the museum dedication?” The atmosphere changed as the subject of conversation changed from easy to complicated. “It was nice to see Steve’s accomplishments celebrated. Got to see Rhodes which was nice…” “You’re avoiding a red white and blue topic,” I said, trying to coax his true feelings out of their shells, “Seriously, are you really okay with this? Giving up the shield?” Sam inhaled deeply and exhaled, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t think it was ever meant to end up in my hands. I did the right thing, it belongs with Steve and the museum is the closest to Steve I can get.” I respected my friend’s choice but I knew there was so much more to his decision and I wished he would just say it. He had an enormous amount of respect for Steve Rogers and what the shield represented, but Steve Rogers never had to face the issues that Sam Wilson did. Steve Rogers could follow a government and be respected in return with no problems whatsoever. Sam Wilson couldn’t, not always. There was an elephant in the room and if neither of us wanted to talk about it, I wouldn’t push it.

“You’d have looked good in that uniform though,” I smiled as we turned into the take out place’s parking lot.

“Damn right,” Sam waggled his eyebrows and unbuckled his seatbelt. Laughter rang out in the truck sending me on waves of nostalgia. The memories that me and him had in this truck still were infamous between us. As proud as I was of the Falcon’s heroics, I was prouder to call Sam Wilson my best friend.

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Just as he’d promised, Sam made the appointment with the banker. He and Sarah were already on their way as I made the hour long drive in the opposite direction to New Orleans. I’d told them I’d be back in the evening to discuss how it went, but I had my own appointment to keep.

Sam and I had met back when we were just a couple of first graders. I’d always struggled with making friends as a kid, but Sam never had an issue when it came to connecting with others. It was one of his strongest qualities. And so he used his gift on his desk neighbor, the loneliest kid in class, and pulled her out of herself. We were inseparable until college and adulthood forced us apart, but we’d never lost our bond. Even when he was a pararescue, he wrote to me as often as his work allowed him.

All the Wilsons had taken a liking to me after Sam brought me home one day after school to watch cartoons. Darlene had told me I was welcome to come over any time I wanted, an offer Sam and I accepted till I became a permanent fixture in their house. Paul and his wife had frequently tried to get the rest of my family over for a crawfish boil or a barbecue. They’d send me every few weeks with a verbal invitation to my parents and the next day I’d always come back with a polite decline and excuse as to why we couldn’t make it. Mom was busy with spring cleaning, Melanie had a recital, Dad was feeling under the weather…

The only one that had ever been true was about my dad not feeling well. He was never well. But as a child, how do you explain that your father is a ghost around his own home who drinks himself to sleep and wakes up each night screaming from nightmares? There was no polite way to phrase circumstances that dark. Sometimes I felt like my dad had never returned from the military and though there hadn’t been a war at the time of his service, he still came back with his share of trauma. Mom did everything she could to try and help him. She found support groups for veterans, she took him to the best psychiatrists, she created a safe space for him within our home to retreat to. There was no amount of help that could kill my father’s demons and that was proven the night he’d said we were out of milk and he was going to the store. A few hours later, with my sister and I fast asleep upstairs, my worried mother answered the door and was informed by the police that my father had crashed his car and was dead. After speaking to Mom about what his mood had been like before he’d left and if he suffered from any mental illnesses, it was ruled as an undoubtable suicide.

My mother didn’t get much time to mourn after the funeral, she had two children to provide for. She took three jobs just to earn enough to move us from our house in New Orleans to a dingy apartment in Delacroix by the bayou. When the Wilsons heard that Mom needed to scrape enough money in the budget to hire a baby-sitter for me and Melanie, they put a stop to her efforts immediately. The insisted that Mel and I would be happier spending the time my mom was working with them and their kids rather than a stranger. That was how the Wilsons and the Y/l/ns had ended up so tightly knit. While Sarah and Melanie had bonded as the older sisters and were often off doing their own thing, Sam and I caused havoc of our own in classic younger sibling fashion. By the time we were in high school, both parents called the other’s children their own.

When Paul and Darlene passed away, it was incredibly hard on all of us and it was equal when Mom had a fall and the doctors suggested she move into a facility. Sam, Sarah and I had worked hard to get her into one of the best nursing homes in the city and she hadn’t stopped raving about how much she loved it. Pulling into the parking lot was like muscle memory now, I never missed a weekend visit with her. This one was special because Melanie, her husband and brood of children had come too. I grabbed my visitor’s sticker at the front desk and made my way down the familiar hallways. The sound of laughter and cooing echoed out of my mom’s room, bringing a smile to my face.

I knocked on the door and heads turned, my nieces and nephews being the quickest. “Aunt Y/n!” I embraced Sophia and Max tightly, “The twin tornados! I missed you guys,” separating from them was difficult as they clung to me but I made it to Stephan, giving him a kiss on the cheek and doing the same to Mel, “You look hot, mama.” “I certainly don’t feel it,” she remarked as she cradled their newest addition, baby Alexandra, close to her chest, “I spend more hours of the day covered in glitter glue and spit up than you could imagine.” “You wear it all well,” I patted her shoulder before coming to my mother’s bedside and hugging her, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she kissed both of my cheeks and looked to the door, “Sarah and Sam couldn’t come?” “No, but they send their love. They had an appointment at the bank,” I set down my purse and pulled up a chair, “We’re trying to get approved for a small business loan.”

Glen took Alexandra from Mel so she could tend to the twins, “I wish we could help out, Y/n. I’ve looked at the budget over and-“ It warmed my heart that my brother-in-law cared so much about a problem that wasn’t his to bear. “Glen,” I held up a hand, “You guys are stretched thin enough. This isn’t me asking for charity, it’s our problem and Sam’s confidant we’ll find a fix.” “How does he have enough time to be a member of the Air Force, an Avenger and save the family business?” Mel asked.

“Well, the Avengers are kind of off doing their own thing right now from what I understand and he’s home for a little while from the Air Force,” I explained, “So his main job at the moment is to get us our funding and annoy the snot out of me while doing it.” After earning some giggles from Sophia and Max at the expression, Glen announced that they were going to go and grab lunch for everybody. My mom took my hand once it was just the two of us and I settled into my seat, “How are you, sweetheart?”

“Hanging in there,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “Tired, stressed, I smell like fish most of the time…We need this loan or else we’re going to have to sell the boat. You should’ve seen Sam’s face when Sarah told him…”

“I’m sorry, I know how much that boat means to you kids. I could’ve offered you the moon and stars and it still wouldn’t have been enough to get you off it.” I smiled at the memories of summer nights spent laying on the deck stargazing, dance parties on the stern and early mornings spent with Mr. Wilson teaching us how to fish. A childhood with so much sadness had also contained so many joys. To part with a tangible one killed me more than I’d let on to Sam.

Sensing that the topic was making me emotional, my mother was kind enough to change it. “How are things otherwise? Have you been getting out there?” I dropped my head back dramatically and groaned, “Mom…” “I’m just saying,” she dropped my hand and held up hers in surrender, “You should get out there, meet someone. There’s no shame in trying those online dating services. What’s the one…the…Tinder?” “Oh my gosh, Mom,” I buried my face in my hands and moved my fingers so she could only see my eyes, “Please stop talking.” “You know who I ran into the other day? Jack’s mom, from high school. She lives just down the next hallway, she says that he’s still single. You could get in touch with him.” “Y’know, for a woman who advocated for her daughters to lead such independent lives, you’re sure quick to try and marry us off,” I chuckled, “The second Mel started dating Glen you were practically booking the church.” “And I’m very proud of both my girls for being such strong young women,” she smiled proudly, “But finding love doesn’t mean losing your independence so long as you’re with the right man. I love that you’ve been helping out Sarah these last few years but honey…I see how lonely you are. In those big y/e/c eyes you think I still can’t read after all these years.” The y/e/c eyes in question started to fill with sadness at hearing my pain verbalized. It was true, I was lonely. More so than I would ever let on to anybody. I was a shy enough kid who only withdrew further after Dad passed away, that kind of introversion wasn’t one that you outgrew. But I’d given up the idea of finding someone to spend my life with a long time ago for a bevy of reasons.

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone, Mama,” I nodded as if to force myself to agree with my statement, “No chances of getting hurt…or hurting somebody.” “You couldn’t hurt somebody even if you tried,” my mom argued sweetly, “You couldn’t even kill spiders when you were a kid.” “And now there’s a Spiderman out there so I’m glad I didn’t,” I shot back with a laugh.

“I’m serious, honey,” she took my hand once again, “Don’t let your heart’s wounds keep you from finding someone who could help soothe them.”

I was convinced my mother was both a poet and a therapist at some point in her life, she gave advice in the most beautifully phrased way. And while I’d loved to have taken her words to heart, tell Mel to fix me up with one of Glen’s friends and put an end to my loneliness, I feared that I was just too broken to give love to someone.

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I arrived back home late, shedding my boots and bag at the doors. I’d expected to hear a triumphant chorus of Sam shouting ‘WHO DA MAN?’ as he typically would when heroically proving me and Sarah wrong, but there was only silence. When I walked into the kitchen and saw their glum faces, it wasn’t hard to guess the outcome of the meeting. “You’re kidding me…” “Said that things had tightened up,” Sam said, leaning against one side of the island and taking a swig of his beer, “Had the balls to ask me for a picture afterwards.” I groaned and grabbed the beer bottle Sarah had extended to me, “Okay, we’re out of options. It’s time to move forward-“ “Don’t say it…” Sam tiredly warned.

“Someone has to, Sam. We can’t keep searching for solutions when the right one is sitting out on our dock,” I gestured to the window that looked out on the road we took each day to work.

Sarah set her beer down and held her hands up in surrender, “I’m not having this argument again tonight, I’m going to bed. If you’re gonna kill each other, do it quietly.” She left as me and Sam silently stared each other down, waiting for the other to speak. I was too frustrated to play the game, “What’s this really about?” “It’s about the damn boat and that you and Sarah are throwing in the towel too-“ “What,” I elongated the single syllable word, “Is this really about?” Sam set his drink down and rubbed his hands over his head before looking back up at me helplessly, “You guys were on your own for five years and you’ve done an amazing job. But now nothing’s working and I just…I just want to help because I couldn’t for so long.” It all clicked as to why Sam was being so insistent on trying to eliminate the whole matter. He was used to saving the day and finally meeting one that he couldn’t save was a wall he thought he could still find a way to run through. He’d been like that ever since we were kids, always trying to help the people he loved even when it was impossible. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met.

“I love you,” I set down my bottle and crossed the island to come next to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, “But this may be one problem that the Falcon can’t swoop in and fix. The Avengers work hard, but a business graduate helping to run a struggling seafood business works harder,” I succeeded in getting him to crack a smile, “Believe me, I’ve run all the numbers and consulted with anyone who would listen. The boat’s gotta go.”

“Yeah, well, humor me and give me a little while longer.”

“Fine, a couple more days,” I grabbed my beer once again and clinked it against his, “But it’s not my fault if Sarah smacks you again.” Sam laughed, slung an arm around my neck and kissed my temple. “You coming up soon?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I answered, watching as he finished his drink before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. Once I’d heard his bedroom door open and close, I exited out to the back porch. I took in the late night sounds of the bayou, the crickets chirping and the wind rustling trees had always soothed me. I wished they could touch what I was feeling right now, but the noise didn’t do a thing to drown out my worry. For the business I feared we may lose, for Sam as he ran himself ragged trying to help and for myself and what him and Sarah would think of me once I confessed the secret I’d kept from them for so long.

I held out my hand and watched as the blue energy flowed from my fingertips. Would Sam ever forgive me for not telling him I had powers? They had manifested when I was young, my parents said. I couldn’t remember a day where my body hadn’t produced a magical energy that when harnessed incorrectly could be destructive. It had been a sad day for my mother’s garden when I’d discovered that bit…According to her, she’d wanted to take me to a school for people like me run by a man named Charles Xavier but my father had said no immediately. He’d been so insistent on keeping my powers a secret that my mother said she’d only seen that type of fear in his eyes when he had a war flashback. So I was instructed to never show my powers to anyone under any circumstances and I’d done just that. I’d thought about revealing them in 2012 after the Battle of New York, but my dad’s fear rang in my ears. Three years later when Sam became an Avenger was when I began to feel guilty that I was keeping a secret from him. I’d wanted to join him and find somewhere where I didn’t feel so out of place, but I’d decided against it again. Now with their team so broken and Sam off with the Air Force, I’d finally gathered the courage to confide in him and Sarah. I should have done it six months ago, but I’d chickened out too many times. Tomorrow, I decided. Tomorrow was the day. But would they still see me the same way once I showed them? ————

The next morning, after dressing and running over what I wanted to say three times, I hesitantly headed downstairs to face the music. With there being nobody in the kitchen, I followed the sounds of the television to find Sarah and Sam staring at the screen intently. I stood to the side of the room and watched a suited man give a speech out front of a government building. “We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”

My jaw slackened as a man marched out in front of the gathered press, dressed in a variation of Steve Rogers’ patriotic uniform and carrying the iconic shield. The shield that had only weeks ago sat upstairs in Sam’s bedroom in a case. I dragged my gaze away from the screen to look at my best friend, hunched over in his seat with his eyes shut in sorrow. Sarah looked just as distraught, her eyes trained on her brother as well. We waited in silence until the breaking news broadcast switch back to regularly scheduled programming before Sarah switched the box off.

“I thought you said it was going to stay in the museum,” I finally spoke, my voice choked with emotion.

“It was supposed to,” Sam ground out, his grip on his own hands tightening. Without any warning, he rose from his seat and left the room. My instinct was to follow him and try to comfort him, but there was nothing I could say to ease the deep pain he was feeling. I wasn’t even sure I could form words that weren’t doused in raw shock. The two things I was sure of were that a) the government had fucked up royally and b) now was definitely not the time to tell Sam about my powers.

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It was a few days later and Sam still hadn’t spoken much to Sarah and I about the situation. It was unnatural for Sam to suffer in silence especially around us, but we both gave him the space he needed.

I was taking laundry to AJ and Cass’ room and had to pass by Sam’s, surprised to see him packing a bag. “Thought you were sticking around.” “Something big came up,” he replied as he set a stack of t-shirts in his duffle bag, “I need to go check it out.” I leaned against his doorway, “Air Force big or Avengers big?” “The second one.” “And you’re going by yourself?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

Sam looked over his shoulder at me finally, “Don’t have anybody to else to call. Besides, I can handle myself.” I hummed in response before setting down the stack of laundry, an idea forming in my head that could solve both of our problems. I folded my hands together and dug my feet into the carpet, “What if you didn’t have to go by yourself?” He looked confused, “What are you talking about?” My folded hands began to make circles in the air as I struggled for the right words, “What if I came with you?” “What, like take your family to work day something?” Sam scoffed, “That’d be fun.” “I’m serious.” “Are you crazy? Of course you can’t come.” “Hear me out,” I looked to his bag and the pair of jeans he had next to fold, “Actually watch.” He folded his arms and waited for my demonstration. I took a deep breath and extended my hand, forcing my energy outwards to levitate the jeans. “Whoa!” Sam exclaimed as he watched me maneuver the clothing inside his duffle, “W-w-what…What was that?” I shrugged and pulled my hand back to my side, “The reason why you should take me.”

“How long have you been able to do that?” “Since I was a kid,” I moved out of the doorway and closed the door, the last thing I needed was AJ and Cass knowing their aunt could move things with her mind, “My parents told me never to tell anybody. I’ve thought about telling you for years since you’re used to this kind of thing but I was scared…Then you were gone and when you came back, life was moving non-stop and I lost my courage. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Sam stood with his jaw hung for a few seconds before shaking his head back into reality, “Why are you apologizing? You never had to tell me, but I’m glad you did,” he pointed a finger towards me, “But you’re still not going.” “What are you talking about? I’d be an asset to whatever it is you’re fighting! And I love you but c’mon bird boy, you may be able to fly but I can do it without any tech.” “Oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” Sam gestured between the two of us, “You think insulting me is the way to get me to let you come?” “Come on,” I moved to sit on his bed, “Tell me what the problem is and I’ll prove that I can help.” “Alright, alright,” Sam took a stance in front of me, “You wanted to hear the tea on my missions, I’ll spill it. There’s an online group called the Flag Smashers, their MO is to get the world back to the way it was during the last five years. My military contact, Torres, went undercover in Switzerland when they robbed a bank. Knocked him unconscious when he tried to fight back.” I balanced my elbows on my knees and tapped a finger against my lip, “So kind of a Robin Hood deal, right? Stealing things from the rich and giving it to the poor. In this case, the poor being those who never disappeared.” “Exactly, except the guy that knocked Torres out was strong. Too strong. I’m thinking they could be a part of-“ “The big three.” Sam’s neck snapped back, “How do you know about the big three?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “The little you do tell me about your avenging always ties back to either androids, aliens or wizards. Though I think you’re being a little dramatic with the term ‘wizard.’”

“Are you seriously gonna correct the guy who’s actually there doing the fighting?” “Are you seriously gonna deny yourself valuable help against either an alien or an android?”

Sam sighed, I was successfully backing him into a corner. “Can you even fight?”

Extending one hand, I levitated Sam and gently slammed his back into the ceiling before reversing course and lowering him onto the carpet. He moaned as he rolled over to face me, “Could’ve given me a concussion.” “Maybe that would knock some sense into your head,” I stood and gave him my hand to pull him up, “Sam, I know that I don’t have any experience but I am more than capable of defending myself. I want to actually do something with these powers instead of sitting on my ass. I’d rather do it with you than on my own. Please?” I watched the cogs in his mind turn through his eyes, I knew he was only fighting this hard because he wanted to keep me safe. But he was in way over his head if he thought it wasn’t worth taking me with. He accepted my hand and stood to his full height, “Pack a bag, we’re leaving for the air base in an hour.” I smiled and threw my arms around him, “Thank you, you won’t regret this.” “I’d better not,” he warned, his arms stayed straightened in displeasure of my enthusiasm, “If you take some stupid risk and put yourself in jeopardy, I’m putting your ass on a plane home.” Quick footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway until the door opened to reveal Sarah, “What was all that noise? It sounded like you were throwing each other into walls.” “Busy,” I quickly dismissed her, using my energy to shut the door in Sarah’s face from a distance.

“Um,” her muffled voice rang through, “What the hell was that?!”

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