#i talk to much. because im stuck in this well and im sad and i want someone to help me but also the ladder is right there and im choosing

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

vent in the tags :3

[love-bitesx]

im word vomiting my headcanon list and id love to hear what you think!

*hobie gifting things that he finds to his partner like a crow. i can imagine they'd just randomly turn up, either on a desk or like they'll just find it in their bag or pocket, or that he'd just walk of and just hand it to them with no word *hobie fell for his partner hard, though he kept it pretty well hidden from everyone except pav starts calling his 'loverboy', eventually the nickname catches on to the point his future partner starts using it as well(either b/c they like it and thay're oblivious or they know exactly whats going on and are teasing him about it) *loves playful banter *nicknames for daaaaaays with his partner *hobie getting serious with a partner would be him gifting them something important, first thoughts are either a guitar pick of his or one of his favorite rings (its the most worn one he has, a simple metal one that you can literally feel the love thats gone into it. somehow it fits his partners finger perfectly)



i may be back with more, until then i salute you!

i agree with ur hc’s so much!! this is how i hc & tend to write hobie so, 100%! pls don’t hesitate if u think of anymore hehe

i’d love to expand! ~

- giving you gifts, to him, is like the ideal expression of love.

- because basically all of them are stolen, it’s a combination of his favourite things; stealing from big corporations, and seeing the beaming, heart-warming smile on your face when you open your bag and see a tiny trinket wrapped in newspaper.

- everytime you would come home, you’d find a new little addition to the house somewhere – notably: necklaces, rings, tiny ceramic statues or wooden decorations, pens, music (cd’s, vinyls, etc.) – especially if he’s been to camden market that day, his pockets would be full for you.

- when he started to fall for you, he low-key thought he was coming down with the flu.

- whenever you were around, his heart would flutter, his head dizzy and palms sweating – he considered getting medicine, until pavitr pointed something out.

- “how are you, loverboy?”

- “eh? you talking to me, pav?”

- “of course, hobie! little loverboy”

- “did you hit your head, bro?”

- pavitr would explain that he’d noticed hobie’s eyes glued to you whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word like gospel, and the way he flustered when you touched him, how he’d do anything in his power to be in your personal space.

- “shit.”

- “no! this is a good thing, my friend! love is the most bea—”

- “shit.”

- days went past of hobie avoiding you, he’d never been in love before, and it was scary to him

- his brain was only thinking of you, and he hated that he liked it. he hated that he wished for every thought to be of you.

- and he hated that he could see your body deflate when he avoided you, hated that your eyes looked sad when he turned away

- he hated that he liked loving you

- until, you caught him on his own one day, he was minding his business, relaxing on his lonesome whilst the others hung out in different dimensions.

- “hey, loverboy”

- a deer in headlights wouldn’t even come close to the shock on his face

- “loverboy?”

- loverboy? you were calling him loverboy?

- “yeah, loverboy, that’s you, isn’t it?”

- in all fairness, you were completely oblivious to the reason behind it – pav had simply just started calling him it when hobie wasn’t around, and it stuck

- “i-i guess so”

- clearing his throat, he willed his confidence back to the surface

- “you can call me anything you want, sweetheart”

- it wasn’t long before you were together, a gentle, but spontaneous kiss after a particularly dangerous mission one day sealing the deal between you both

- he was obsessed with you

- now he could be obvious about his feelings, he took that and ran with it

- his arm was essentially glued to your side, or over your shoulders, or anywhere where he could pull you in close to him

- he’d grab you by the belt buckles, dragging you towards him and welcoming you with a soft peck on the lips

- even in public, almost especially in public

- always have his hands in your back pockets, he says he hates the cliché-ness of it but he likes that he can hold you close whilst respecting your personal space – and he can feel your ass, but he doesn’t admit that outloud

- THE NICKNAMES.

- THE. NICKNAMES.

- this man is born and bred british, and over here we use nicknames more than actual names

- darling, sweetheart, love, lovely, all of those AND more are natural to him, anyway

- but he adds a special little “my” before them all now, now that you actually are his, and so “my darling”, “my love”, etc. are like a second name to you

- in bed, the nicknames would be even better, but i’ll leave that to your imagination…

- when things started getting a little serious, you’d been dating for months, all your friends and colleagues knew about him, your family as well (if you decide to tell them)

- you’re relaxing in hobie’s dimension, laying on his bed with your head on his shoulder, reading a book whilst he strums at his guitar softly. he’s humming a song you don’t recognise, but the sound of his deep melody was enough to lull you.

- “hey, love?”

- you hum in response

- “i wanna give you something.”

- sitting you up, he’d lay his guitar down and face you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to him

- “what are you—”

- he’d fiddle with his own hands for a second, before twisting his favourite ring off his index finger

- “here.”

- “hobie, are you—”

- “i’m not proposing, don’t worry. weddings are just a social nuisance that give us one more way to control each other. no. this is better.”

- you tilt your head and watch him, as he slides his ring onto your middle finger

- “it’s just a promise.”

- “a promise?”

- “a promise that i love you, and that i’m yours, innit.”

- “oh, hobie.”

- you cry a tiny bit

- and he hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead

- that’s when he knew it was serious with you, not only because of how he was so obsessed with you, and his heart melted at your touch, but because when he saw you with the ring on, his ring, his person, it just felt right. he didn’t ever wanna see you without it, or without him.

- “hey, hobie, did you mean what you said about marriage? you don’t wanna marry me one day?”

- “hey, i said i hate weddings. nothing about marriage. not if we do it our own way, you know?”

i love him so much. also pls stick around, couple of one shots & fics will be out this week!!! sorry they’re taking ages hehe

[vex91]

Ahn Yujin - I don't want to lose you

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader (Apocalypse AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: STOP I HAVE A NEW IDEA!!! ‼️‼️

All of us are dead Yujin AU 🧎‍♀️

i literally just remembered that she has a advertisement for it i think im not sure tho but you got the idea.🥰🥰

- 🌙

Summary: When the apocalypse struck you get stuck with your friends at school full of zombies. In the middle of that Yujin finds a moment to comfort you.

Warning(s): Blood, Mentions of deaths and zombies basically

A/N: I'm all for any Yujin ideas 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

3rd's POV

Everyone was dead.

How did everything became so bad? One second you all were going through your day like normal at school, waiting for the day to be over so you could go and hang out with your friends and the second you were running away from people you used to pass by, now trying to eat you. Truthfully you would have been dead a long time ago if it wasn't for Yujin being by your side.

Yujin was a true blessing in your life. She stuck by you through everything, always so ready to help you with anything or to save you from anyone. Even now she didn't hesitate for a second to jump in front of you and save your life. She hit the zombie with her backpack before pulling you in another direction. She dragged you through the hallways but your mind was a blur. You watched everything unfolding, the teachers that were supposed to help you all were hiding while the students were dying everywhere.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the true fear finally struck you, Yujin didn't noticed anything until you both hid in some empty room. She started mumbling and thinking of what to do but she stopped talking when she noticed your teary eyes and red face. She hated seeing you like that and never wanted to see you like that again.

Right then while holding you she promised to protect you with her life no matter what.

She continued keeping that promised and stuck by your side like a glue, it was hard to find you without Yujin somewhere around you. She thought she managed to support you despite the obvious despair hanging around the world but she was proved wrong one night.

Yujin woke up in the middle of the night due to some sound, you all already had a few zombies managing to get in so she was very alerted to that sounds. Seeing a bat laying close by she took it and started looking around, trying not to wake anyone up. That's when she noticed you in another room, curled up against the wall hugging your knees. Your face was hidden in your knees but it was obvious you were crying.

Her heart ache, she felt like she failed you. Failed to be there for you and help you.

"Y/N?" You looked up surprised, despite the quiet tone she called you, you still got startled - one of the habits you get when you get used to everyone around you trying to be quiet to survive. She noticed the redness around your eyes, another proof of her failure.

"I'm sorry" She mumbled quietly, her body sliding down the wall next to you. You studied her expression, full of guilt and regret "Why are you sorry?" Yujin looked at the floor, silence was suffocating to the both of you and you hated that. You hated the life you all had to live right now.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you lately, you're sad because I failed to keep my promise" Tears welled up in her eyes as she couldn't look at you. Soon she felt you sneaking your hand and intertwined your fingers together. Slowly she looked up and saw you smiling sadly at her "It's not your fault, you've been busy making sure we're all alive, I should be the one feeling sorry for not doing much to help you... things just have been... hard" A tear slide down your cheek and Yujin quickly wiped it with her thumb.

"We've lost so many people... I'm scared we'll lose more before any help comes. I... don't want to lose you too" You whispered sadly and Yujin's heart speed up. Her thumb caressed your cheek as she looked at you gently "You won't lose me" You shook your head "You can't guarantee tha-" Yujin quickly cut you off.

"I can't but I can promise you that I will do anything to make sure both of us are safe so that you won't lose me" She watched as you quietly broke down and pulled you into a hug, her arms keeping you close so you could feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat.

"I'll make sure you won't lose me... I'll never leave you alone"

And this promise she was gonna keep no matter what.

[im-sleepdeprived]

Crazier • Pt. 1

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: this is a series ! prob 3 parts im thinking (i think im back AH), editing took me 10000 years actually so if there's something wrong PLEASE don't tell me !!! :D

warnings: umm just me not knowing anything about star wars, girls support girls<3, mentions of breakup, honestly theres nothing wrong but i think i said 'shit' like twice if you give a shit lmfao

"There's no way you actually think 'Return Of The Jedi' is better than 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Like, come on dude, it's so obvious which is better," Ned exclaimed, obviously feeling very strongly about the little debate he had currently going on with Peter. 

However, Peter couldn't have been more nonchalant. "Listen, man, I love debating with you but I know where I stand and this is where I draw the line," he shrugged.

Ned opened his mouth, no doubt to argue some more with his best friend, when his gaze shifted to you, "Hey man, maybe we should talk about something Y/N can enjoy too."

That made your head snap up from where you were just toying with the food on your tray. "Don't worry about me guys," you forced a smile, "Honestly, I love watching Ned beat you into a pulp about movies," you looked at Peter. 

Peter put on his 'sad-puppy-dog-face', "Ouch babe. You're supposed to side with me here, I'm your boyfriend after all." 

"Well, I would've sided with you if you hadn't bailed on me when we were supposed to watch the movies together the other night. If you'd been there then I would've been able to contribute to this conversation and agree with who I genuinely thought was right, which at this moment, I believe, is Ned." 

Ned grinned at you from across the table and you two high-fived while Peter just pouted some more, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I really am but y'know I had the internship."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course, I know that. At this point the surprising thing is whenever you don't have that internship," you looked at Ned, "Dude, do you know how many dates and hangouts he's canceled on me? I feel like I should be able to sue at this point. Can you sue someone for wasting your time?"

Ned winced, "Pete, I love you man, but you need to start actually acting like her boyfriend otherwise you won't be her boyfriend for much longer."

Peter's eyes widened a bit but then his face quickly turned nonchalant, "It was just a few slip-ups, don't worry about it," he threw an arm around you and pulled you in, kissing the top of your head, "but you're right, we should talk about something we'd all enjoy."

Laughing, you said, "I told you guys, I enjoy hearing you debate because Ned is always-"

Peter threw a hand up, "Don't finish that sentence. I've had enough of you two fraternizing against me for the day."

You and Ned laughed some more, "Well honestly, you two can continue your...," you waved your hands, " 'old-couple-bickering' and I can scooch down a little and go hang out with M.J.."

Peter pulled you in closer at that, "No don't leave," he muttered in your hair. 

"Yeah," Ned started, "let's talk about something else like," he trailed off, "OH, you're managing the school play next week, right? That's gotta be interesting, tell us about that."

"It's really nothing 'Manager' is really just a fun name they stuck on me. Mrs. Lightbody does most of the work."

"Oh come on," Peter said, "when you first got the part, it was all you wanted to talk about. What happened?"

you happened, you thought. It's true, you had been too excited that you'd been chosen to be in charge of everything and you couldn't wait to rant to your boyfriend about just that. That was until he basically ignored you and shook it off as nothing, running away for the stark internship. You hadn't really wanted to talk about it with anybody after that. Maybe it wasn't as cool as you'd thought it was. 

You looked down and just shrugged, "Dunno, guess I just didn't think you guys would be interested in it. You've never really shown interest in theater before."

"Well, that was before my gorgeous girlfriend was in charge. Now, go on, tell us what it's like to get a bunch of theater kids on track."

You laughed, "God it's torture. I'm convinced it's some personalized hell made for someone's eternal punishment and I do not envy them."

Peter and Ned laughed along with you, Peter saying, "Yeah I bet. We all know how much you love your control."

You gasped, eyebrows furrowing, "Peter Parker are you saying I'm a control freak?"

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "No of course not babe," he traded a glance with Ned when you weren't looking. 

"Anyway," he propped an elbow on the table, rested his head on his palm, and made a motion with his other hand, "continue."

You looked at Ned, "Are you sure I'm not boring you," you asked, shoving your hand in Peter's face when he went to argue.

"Of course not Y/N! Wild, out-of-control theater kids is a favorite subject of mine," he grinned and you huffed a laugh. 

"Fine, it's not as easy as I thought'd it be I'll say that. There's always someone way out of line, either singing songs from musicals at the top of their lungs or fighting someone else with the props. One time a kid started climbing the curtain bags and it was disastrous."

You told them all the funny stories you had from the past rehearsals and how you couldn't wait for the upcoming ones. 

"Hey these sound fun how come I haven't been to one yet," Peter asked, referring to the rehearsals. 

You scoffed, "Please Parker, you can barely make it to a date. There's no way you're gonna make it to one of these."

Peter felt a wave of guilt rush over him. He'd been leaving you hanging a lot lately. 

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, really I am. But I want to come to one of these. I want to see you doing your thing. In fact, when's the next one I'll be there," he sounded so sure of himself but you weren't. 

"Um," you hesitated, not really sure if you should answer him, "They're every other day after school until opening night. But Peter, honestly, you don't have to come I know how busy your schedule is and you barely fit in things that you need to do, I seriously doubt you have the time to voluntarily do this," you told him, refusing to get your hopes up. 

"Hey," he leaned closer to you, "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately but I promise I'm going to be there for you today."

"Peter," you said quietly not being able to meet his eyes and that alone made his heartbreak, "Don't make promises you can't keep. That never ends well."

"Hey if I said I'll be there, then I'll be there. come on, gotta have a little more faith in me than that sweetheart," he smiled a little, letting it grow into a grin when he saw your lips tugging up at the corners of your mouth. 

"Promise," you asked. 

"Promise," he confirmed, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Maybe he could really be there for you this time instead of-

Something hit the side of your face making you both turn your heads towards your other friend. You looked down to find a bunch of rolled-up napkins lying on the floor. 

"Well as glad as I am that y'all got that settled, let us remember that this is a public space," Ned said making you both laugh. 

"So it's settled, meet you in the auditorium after last period right," Peter asked you, trying to make sure he had the times correct. 

"Oh," you replied, a little shocked that he was actually doing this, "Yeah, if you're showing up then I guess so."

peter laughed, "Y/N come on, what did we just have an entire conversation about? Of course, I'm showing up."

You nodded slowly then looked towards Ned, "I didn't hit my head anywhere just a minute ago, did I?" 

Ned just shrugged, "I'm just as surprised as you are Y/N. Peter needs to step up his game and I'm sure the internship can wait an evening. After all," he gave Peter a hard look before an amused expression took over his face, "After all, what is an internship if not just running around making copies of random things and memorizing dozens of different coffee orders."

"Hey man come on, we've been over this." he nodded his head towards you and widened his eyes slightly, but you didn't notice, too busy taking a sip from your chocolate milk, "This isn't just any internship. I have to be available at every moment in case Mr. Stark decides he needs me on something."

"Mhm, whatever," Ned took a bite of his sandwich, "All I'm saying is that no matter how important it is, you need to learn to divide up your time evenly."

"Don't worry Ned, I'll be sure to sign him up for some time management classes," you said seriously, making Ned choke on his food from laughter. 

Peter sighed, one arm still resting on the table, the palm of it holding his head. his other arm tucked away under the table, hand holding yours. 

you were feeling amazing, your mood completely lifted now. Peter was finally making the first step to fix things after your many failed attempts. Things could start going back to how they were at the beginning of your relationship. sweet, caring, and mutual. 

You were so sick of feeling like this whole thing was one-sided but now things finally looked like they were turning up. 

Little did you know. 

When the day finally ended you couldn't wait. Spending time with Peter while hanging out with your new friends (somewhat, you weren't really sure but you were optimistic) seemed like it be such a good time. Almost too good to be true. 

You rushed towards your locker and gathered your stuff before shooting Peter a text that you'll just meet him in the auditorium. 

You arrived there before anyone else, which was typical, everyone would be wandering the halls with their friends for a while before making their way here. The cast and crew might mess around a bit but in the end, they were extremely passionate about what they did and you knew that in the end, the show would be amazing. They were all incredibly talented. 

little by little everyone started filing in in little groups. You searched them all for Peter but he was never a part of them. Oh well, he was probably caught up with Ned and MJ at the moment. He'll be here in a bit. 

When the majority of people were present you, reluctantly, decided you had to get things started whether Peter was here yet or not. Everyone had to start getting to work and he should be here any minute now. 

"Ok everyone, you've been wandering around long enough. Time to get started," you clapped your hands together, a clipboard held under your arm, "Noah, Jack, and Lacy we've got to start making progress on the set and I don't want paint everywhere we've had one paint fight too many," you narrowed your eyes at Noah and Jack who looked down sheepishly. It had been a mess. It'd looked as if a pride parade had thrown up all over the stage. 

"This background is our last chance and if you mess it up again we'll probably have to cancel and if that happens, I will not hesitate to unleash Lexi on you," you gestured towards the girl who glared at them and you could've sworn you saw them pale which made smile a small smile. 

You pulled out your clipboard to skim through and see what was on the agenda. "Where's our light-man," you asked and looked up. Everyone shrugged looking around until a girl, Martha, spoke, "Lenny had a teacher meeting, he's running a bit late but he'll be here."

You nodded, "Martha that reminds me, how's your mom doing with the costumes? does she have everything she needs?" 

Martha nodded quickly, "Measurements and everything. All of them should be ready a few days before the big day and she'll be here that night for any mending that might be needed." She shot you two big thumbs up. 

"Good, good, good," you muttered under your breath. You looked around at everyone and shrugged lightly, "OK so I guess everyone just rehearse your lines, get to work and we should be good for the next couple of hours."

Chatter quickly spread across the large room as everyone got together working and talking. You sat down on a seat and let out a long sigh. You tugged your phone out of your pocket and looked for a new message from Peter. There was nothing. You sent two more and added a call for good measure. He didn't pick up, it just rang all the way through. Maybe he got caught up with a teacher. Or maybe he got detention and didn't get a chance to tell you. 

You had more important things to get to and Peter would get here whenever he got the chance. He'd promised after all. So you shouldn't worry about it too much. 

You started making rounds around all the groups of working teenagers, stopping when you saw Lexi waving you over to her little group which mostly consisted of the main cast. 

You walked over to them, "And how's everything going over here? Any trouble?" They all shook their heads. 

"Actually, I think we're getting along rather well, it's a great cast you've rounded up here miss Y/L/N," Mrs. Lightbody said, making you feel extremely proud. 

"I actually wanted to talk to you," Lexi said kindly. 

"Oh? What's up, Lex." She grabbed your hand and led you a little farther away from the group, turning and shooting them a quick reassuring smile. 

Lexi was the star of the whole play, playing the main character, so you'd worked with her closely these past few weeks. She helped you with even the slightest things so you wouldn't get too stressed or anxious (she claimed you were the only sane person in the whole group and it needed to stay that way). She was undoubtedly the most excited person about the whole play and you couldn't blame her, you could already tell from just practice that she was going to do amazing. She was on the popular side where school cliques were involved, but she was always such a sweetheart. She quickly became a great friend of yours and you hoped it stayed that way even after the play and all these fun little get-togethers were over. 

"Hey, Y/N I noticed you seemed a little off before. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying this but I just wanted to check in on you and make sure everything was okay. Anything going on? I'm always here to listen if you need to talk," she smiled one of her heartwarming smiles. 

You were a little shocked that she'd noticed, "Thanks Lex, really, but I'm fine I promise. but thank you so much for looking out for me."

she had a look on her face like she didn't believe you but she didn't push it, which you appreciated, "ok well if you decide you want to talk about I'm always around I promise," she grabbed you into a hug which you gladly accepted. she pulled away and squeezed your shoulder before heading back to the group. 

You loved her but really there was nothing wrong. Because Peter was gonna show up. Even if he hadn't answered you yet. He's gonna show up, follow you like a lost puppy, and marvel at your every move in that way of his to the point where it got annoying, and you were gonna make him swear to never come to one of these again. To which he would pout and give you puppy-dog eyes and you'd both forget whatever it was you'd said. 

He had to come. otherwise, you might seriously start considering Ned's words from earlier. or you won't be her boyfriend for much longer. 

Peter had to show up because maybe your whole relationship was on the line. 

An hour of a bunch of nonsense arguing passed until you finally heard the press of the large auditorium doors opening up. 

Your heart flew when you saw the large mess of brunette curls turned to close the doors. however, your hope quickly deflated as soon as the figure turned around. it was just Lenny the light-man. 

"Lenny, great. I need you to start working on the lights and getting them ready," you told him. He nodded and quickly made his way backstage. 

You were totally bummed. peter hadn't even replied to you so you had no clue what was going on. you'd even gone so far as to text Ned who'd just sent you a shrugging emoji and an apology for not knowing where he was. 

You felt a little broken, with each passing minute, your hope that your boyfriend might still show up dying down. 

You were desperate so you walked down to the side of the stage where Lexi was chatting with her 'co-star' Brad Davis, who played her love interest. 

You walked up to them, your hand lightly grabbing Lexi's shoulder which brought her attention to you, "Can I talk to you," you whispered. She nodded quickly. You looked towards Brad whose attention was already on you, "Is it alright if I just steal her for a moment," you sent him a fake smile. He smiled back, "No don't worry about it, she's all yours."

He looked like he was might say something else but you didn't give him the chance to before dragging your friend away from all the commotion, "I'm ready to talk now."

She looked at you knowingly before sitting down and patting the spot next to her. So you sat and you told her everything. You told her about all the missed dates, how sometimes he'd just ignore you completely making it impossible to reach him and come back and act like nothing happened, how it always seemed like he was hiding something, and how you were so tired. 

And she listened, of course, never making you feel like you were being overdramatic, and making you feel something that Peter always failed to. Seen. 

When you finally finished Lexi looked at you with total sympathy-eyes, you hated it but you sucked it up because you had chosen to talk to her. 

"Permission to speak freely?" she asked hesitantly. You nodded quickly, "Yes of course, please do that's why I came to you in the first place." 

"Dump his ass," she deadpanned. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. "Really?" you asked. She nodded, "Y/N, I love you but it's obvious that this boy doesn't. Because if he did there's no way he'd test you like that, I mean, he's standing you up right now when he promised he'd be here. I say end it before it gets worse. But hey," she held up both hands, "If you think I'm out of line saying that I totally understand but I'm just telling you what I'd do if I was in your shoes."

"You think I should dump him," you mumbled looking down, not really believing it. You'd thought about it sure, what would happen if you two weren't together anymore but you'd never considered it an option, let alone a solution. 

"Thanks, Lex, I'll think about it," you gave her a tight smile and she smiled back. "I just hope you do whatever feels best for you Y/N, you've been looking down lately and you don't deserve that." She gave your hand a squeeze and one last smile before she went back to practice. 

You weren't seriously thinking about ending things with Peter, you were too scared to lose him. Your friendship was more important than any relationship ever could be. But the longer he went as a no-show the more it ran through your brain for the rest of rehearsal. Peter never texted or called. You were desperate for a simple "sorry" at this point, not wanting to have to settle for the worst option. But as time went on, the less it seemed like an option and more like a task. Something you had to do, that had to be done—something new to check off your clipboard. 

Rehearsal ended and people left in groups as they had come. You lingered, smiling and saying you had just a few things to check up on before you left whenever someone took regard for your incessant hovering. Soon enough you were the only person in the big empty room. 

You sat at the edge of the stage, legs dangling, and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You sent one last text, we need to talk. 

After about ten minutes of waiting there, you decided it was getting late and you had to get home before it was too dark. maybe you could convince your parents to let you head over to Peter's after dinner and you could get over with it then. your mind was made up. you were gonna break up with him. 

You gathered your things and made your way up to the big double doors. The hallways were quiet and you were hyperaware of every step of yours. It was weird to see the school so dead, a big contrast to the usual packed hallways. The more you thought about it the more it was like you could almost hear the running footsteps of students. No scratch that, student. Okay at this point it started sounding too real.

You turned around to catch your boyfriend speeding down the hallway, skidding to a stop when you saw you. 

"Oh my god Y/N, I'm so sorry I totally lost track of time. I was just helping May out with a few things and next thing I know-" 

You held up a hand to stop him, "Save it Peter I really don't care." 

His face fell, "But, hey, let me make it up to you! Let's go get some ice cream or something. You can tell me what rehearsal was like today and I'll walk you home after. It's getting dark."

You crossed your arms. you almost wanted to agree but you knew better than that, this whole thing was getting way too much for you to handle. 

"Peter I'm done," you told him simply. he looked at you a little confused, "done...done with what?"

"This," you almost screamed as you pointed at the two of you, "I'm done with this, this whole act because, let's face it, we both know you weren't helping May with shit." you were surprised you had gotten this far without crying and you wanted to keep it that way so you sucked in a breath and tried to steady your heartbeat. 

The guilty look in his eyes told you enough. you were right. he moved the slightest step closer but you moved back, you really didn't feel like touching him at the moment. "come on sweetheart," he said weakly, "there's gotta be something I can do. I promise I'll show up on time more, you'll never have to wait for me again. I'll be around you so much you'll get sick of me. just please don't do this."

"That's the thing, Peter," you groaned, "I don't want to be sick of you but I'm sick of the way you keep treating me. you make me feel like shit Peter. you're my boyfriend and you make me feel terrible. and I keep trying to help you out, coming up with different excuses each time but I've finally run out. I want a stable relationship and you can't give me that so I'm done." 

His eyes were red now and you had to push back the guilt you were feeling, he brought this upon himself. it's true, you wouldn't have done this unless it was absolutely necessary. you loved him but you just couldn't handle it anymore. 

"I can," his voice broke slightly on that last word, "I can give you that y/n just give me another chance to show you." 

You huffed, "Well Peter, part of a stable relationship is honesty. can you be honest and tell me where you were today? 'Cause it's been established that you weren't with May."

He froze a little and you continued, "In fact, why don't you tell me where you were when you missed all those dates, all those couple hangouts, and all those group hangouts? When you missed my parents' anniversary dinner that they invited you to, or my little brother's birthday party that he was really excited you'd be there for. Go ahead Pete," you flung out your arms, "tell me where you were and I'll believe you can give me a stable relationship."

He looked physically conflicted, as if he was genuinely having an inner battle with himself, "I- I can't y/n/n, but you have to believe me when I say it's for the best."

"And I can't Peter. I can't so just forget this," you cleared your throat, "Come back when you can actually handle a relationship Parker, or you know what, don't because either way, I'm through with this."

You turned to walk away. his hand reached out to grab your wrist but you dodged it and held your hand up, "I don't think we should talk anymore," you kept walking and he didn't follow. You didn't want him to. But in all honesty, it was hard to turn your back when the person you were leaving was always the one you ran to when your heart shattered as it did right then. 

the cold air hit you hard and the tears finally came, slightly smudging the concealer under your eyes but you couldn't care less at the moment. 

It was true what he'd said, it was dark already and windy so you tried to be alert on your way home, deciding you could process all your emotions when you're home safe. 

You were walking for a bit, wiping your tears and trying to keep your vision clear when you heard a slight thud next to you and footsteps matching up to catch yours. "Hello Miss, it's pretty dark, can I walk you home?"

part 2 is here !!

[melswifeasf]

Can I please request Sam Carpenter x femreader

Sam and the reader were super close before Sam left Woodsboro for five years, Sam tried to talk and apologize to the reader, but reader keeps her distance from the older Carpenter girl. The two eventually reconnect at the end of scream V, reader goes to NY with Sam and Sam kisses Reader in the lobby instead of Danny.

In secret

Fandom: Scream

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

summary: you’ve been in love with Sam for as long as you can remember. the sad part? you could never tell her that.

Words: 4535

Warnings: kind of bad writing because this is my first time writing in second pov. kinda angsty but fluffy at the end. mentions of injury and blood.

Notes: thanks for the request! im not sure if i got carried away but i hope this was kind of what you wanted to see! pls keep the requests coming, i love writing for Sam. thinking about writing smut next, pls send requests if you have any:)

(not proofread)

living in Woodsboro your whole life had never been your plan. you always planned to leave as soon as you finished high school, get into a good college - or any college, really as long as it was out of California. the plan had been made with your once best friend, Sam Carpenter, she wanted similar things as you. the two of you had been best friends since middle school, having been in the same classes and you both shared the pain of losing one of your parents.

you had lost your mother to cancer and you might as well had lost your dad as well, he hadn’t gone a single day sober since the moment her heart monitor flat lined.

Sam had been the one to help you through it all, inviting you to her house almost every day so you wouldn’t have to go home to a drunk dad who would cry as soon as he saw you considering you were the spitting image of your mother. she was your best friend.. even if you were in love with her since the moment you landed eyes on her, as long as she was by your side you had accepted only being her best friend.

you knew about her dad and why he had left, although she never told you who her biological father was, she had told you about why her dad had left and how, much like your dad, her mom drowned herself in alcohol. she wasn’t around much though, spending most weeks away on business trips and leaving Sam with a debit card so she could buy whatever it is she and Tara needed.

you were both damaged but maybe that was what brought you two closer. it was in your junior year that you two decided to go to the same college, hopefully dorm together and leave your lives in Woodsboro behind. you made sure to help her with her grades even while she was in trouble with the law and taking any drugs she could afford. you stuck with her through all of it, how could you not? she was the girl of your dreams and you’d do anything for her.

you quickly realized the sentiment was not returned. the morning of Sams eighteenth birthday you had gone to her house to celebrate with her. you had gotten her chocolate chip pancakes and a smoothie, her favorite breakfast but when you arrived all you saw was a crying Tara and her mother with a ghost of a smile on her lips. Sam had left. without you. your plan to leave together had worked for her, she just didn’t leave with you. she left alone and she left you behind to deal with your own pain alone.

you hated Sam from that day on. maybe you were pathetic for not leaving, maybe it was stupid that you relied on another person so much but the only reason you wanted to leave Woodsboro was if you got to leave with her. otherwise there was no point, you’d be just as lonely as you are now, possibly even more.

so you stayed. settled as a real estate agent, you were liked by most in the town considering who your mom was so it was easy.

yet it wasn’t.

Sam left you behind but she took away a piece of your heart, a piece you needed to be happy again.

you tried dating, went on a couple of dates with a cute blonde and it worked for about a year until it didn’t. she was nice and practically the perfect girl but she wasn’t Sam. she wasn’t the girl who would hold your hand during class because you would get anxious around so many people, she wasn’t the girl would know how to hold you at night so you wouldn’t feel smothered but still feel safe. she didn’t know how you liked your coffee or what your favorite flowers were.

she just wasn’t Sam Carpenter and you loathed that.

you just wanted to move on with your life, be happy with someone else because you knew you’d never get her back.

but you were wrong yet again.

Tara was attacked by a ghostface, you had heard about it from Mindy and Chad. you still kept in touch with the group, having been there when Sam would babysit them. Tara had been the one to keep in touch with you from the beginning, she had told you that you were always welcome in her home even if Sam had left. you never took her up on that offer but that didn’t mean you didn’t make conversation with them if you saw them out in public.

the distinctive smell of bleach and latex made you sigh as you sipped on your coffee. you had gone to the hospital to check on Tara but once her friends were there you decided to step out and give them some space, you didn’t want to be the one adult in the room that made them all filter their words.

you didn’t want to leave yet, not until you told Tara that you were there for whatever she needed. maybe you should have left though.

a familiar girl with dark brown eyes and dark hair approached you in the waiting area. she was the same and yet different, her once completely black hair now had highlights and she seemed to dress differently now, her number jackets and boots long gone as she had on a simple green jacket.

Sam looked shocked at first, her eyes wide as she took in your body once, twice and finally they settled on your face.

you’re sure she thought the same about you, the once timid and shy girl long gone.

“y/n..” she whispered and took a step closer.

“hey” you said curtly as you refrained yourself from taking a step back.

“i-..” Sam spoke but cut herself off seemingly speechless. you almost chuckled.

“it’s fine, Sam. i should go” you said beginning to turn around so you can leave but a hand on your arm stopped you from doing so.

“wait. please.” there was a certain desperation in her voice you had never heard from her that made your heart rate pick up and a lump to form in your throat.

you sighed as you turned back toward her, you raised a brow to signal for her to continue with whatever it is she wanted.

“im sorry, y/n. i really am, i didn’t mean to hurt you” the girl said softly and her eyes were beginning to shine but you didn’t care.

“like i said. it’s fine. i really need to go though” you said not giving her a second to respond or even react as you turned back around and began walking away.

-

the sound of the news channel was in the background of your kitchen as you made yourself dinner. it had been a day since you saw Sam and you hadn’t spoken to Tara or anyone else since.

Mindy and Chad had been texting you updates but you hadn’t responded to any of them. it’s not that you didn’t care because truthfully you cared for those girls with everything in you but you couldn’t face Sam. besides, there was nothing you could do to help them other than drag them down, you would just be putting yourself in danger and having to add to their worries.

the smell of tomato sauce filled your sense as you mixed it, the pasta was already cooked and sitting in the strainer as you finished heating up the sauce. you weren’t very hungry but you also didn’t want to go to bed on an empty stomach.

as you continued to stir the food a faint crash echoed throughout the house. you stopped, you head snapping up with furrowed eyebrows. you kitchen was facing straight to the living room but it was empty, the only noise coming from it being the television that was still on.

you frowned as you reached for the remote and began turning the volume down. you stayed frozen for a second but it remained silent. you rolled your eyes, it was most likely just in your head. you didn’t turn the volume back up but you remained stirring the pot, once you thought it was enough you turned the stove off and moved the pot to the side.

as you moved to grab a plate to serve yourself, a sudden hand grabbing you by the hair made you instinctively grab onto them. you began to panic, your heart beating so fast you could quite literally hear it. you tried to wiggle out of their grip but they were too strong.

“let me go!” you yelled as you tried to kick them but you were doing so blindly and every time your foot connected with their leg, it didn’t make a difference. suddenly they let you go, throwing you onto the floor in the process. you breathed shakily as you turned to see who the hell was in your house but instead of being met with another person you were met with the sight of fucking ghostface.

your eyes widened and you slowly moved away from them as you tried to remember where you left the big knife. shit, it was in the sink.

ghostface tiled their head to the side, waiting for some kind of reaction from you. you couldn’t find a way out of this, if you moved he’d kill you but if you didn’t he’d still kill you. you took in a huge breath and looked down at his legs, without a second for regret you brought your foot down onto his leg as hard as possible and stood as he bent down to hold it.

you quickly moved to the sink where you expected to see the kitchen knife but it wasn’t there. tears began to form in your eyes causing them to blur and you were petrified. there was no way out of this, your phone was charging in your room and you didn’t own a gun or any sort of weapon that could help you.

a sudden sharp and dull pain on your back made a scream ripple from your throat. the blade entered you for a second time near your shoulder before you turned around. you tried to kick them once more but they swiftly grabbed your leg and stabbed you on your thigh making you cry out in pain.

your body fell to the floor as you clutched your leg in pain. there was blood. so much fucking blood and it was coating your hands making you begin to hyperventilate. ghostface lifted his knife about to strike you again and you coward down as you held your hand up. you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of pleading for your life so you didn’t, instead you swallowed your tears as you waited for the knife to enter your body one last time.

but it never did as your front door swung open to reveal Sam Carpenter in all her glory with Dewey behind her, he shot twice hitting ghostface before he ran away. Dewey quickly went after him whilst Sam rushed toward you. she bent down and held your leg to try and stop the blood.

“i think i’m dying” you said with a slight laugh, you were losing too much blood and you were starting to feel light headed. you wouldn’t be able to hold on much for longer.

“no, no you’re not. the ambulance is coming, okay? your gonna be okay” Sam said quickly trying her best to reassure you but you shook your head a small sob escaping your lips.

“it hurts so much” you cried as you felt your back gushing blood.

Sam had tears in her own eyes and her lip was trembling. you couldn’t make out her hand but you felt it shaking against your leg as she applied pressure to it.

“i love you, y/n. okay? you don’t get to leave me because i fucking love you and i can’t lose you. not now” Sam cried and shook her head.

you attempted to laugh but instead your body felt as if it were running out of oxygen as you coughed. you could make out the taste of blood in your mouth and knew it was over.

“five years too late, Sam” you attempted to joke but the look on Sams face made you realize your words hurt her even more. you frowned, “i love you too” you confessed softly, your hand reached for the girls face but you realized how much blood was on it so you stopped yourself.

Sam shook her head, “im so sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for leaving. i should’ve taken you with me, i should’ve given you the option to come. i..” but her words were slowly fading, just like your conscious.

-

a faint beeping noise lulled you awake. your mind was foggy and you could make out the distinct smell of bleach and latex. you were at the hospital.

you could feel a hand on your own stopping you from moving it and you could feel an oxygen mask on you. it took you a second to be able to open your eyes, they felt heavy and parts of your body felt sore. there wasn’t pain necessarily - although you assumed you were pumped full of drugs so the pain was pretty minimal to what you should be feeling.

slowly your eyes fluttered open. it was blurry at first but they steadily cleared and you looked at the weight on your hand.

Sam.

she had her head laying on the bed with her hand securely holding yours. she was in a hospital gown herself causing a worry to fill in the pit of your stomach.

“Sam” you said and squeezed her hand in order to wake the girl up. she did so after a couple of seconds, she lifted her head her eyes filled with sleep until she realized you were awake and she quickly wiped the sleep away.

“y/n. how are you feeling? are you okay?” she asked quickly moving closer to you. she looked exhausted, her eyes had huge dark circles under them and they were slightly red. you weren’t sure if that was from crying or just plain exhaustion.

“im okay” you said with a gentle smile, a wave of relief washed over Sam. she was still holding your hand tightly almost as if she were to let go you would slip away. “but what happened to you?” you quickly asked with furrowed brows.

Sam sighed softly, “ghostface attacked Tara and i. turns out the love interest always is the killer” she chuckles.

your eyes widened, “so your boyfriend..?” she nodded.

“him and Amber. he lured us to the house and well..” she trailed off motioning to her body. you shook your head, you never thought it would be Amber. you never really stopped to think who it could be but you definitely didn’t think it was Amber.

“how’s Tara?” you knew how close her and Amber were and you can’t begin to imagine how she must be feeling.

“she’s okay” Sam nodded, “she’s resting now. Chad and Mindy were attacked too but they are recovering as well” she said.

a soft sigh escaped your lips. this was all so fucked, they were all still kids and they didn’t deserve to be dealing with this bullshit. especially not from their own friend.

“what about you?” you asked worriedly looking at her body for a sign of where she had been hurt.

Sam smiled gently and waved you off, “i’m fine. just a stab wound” she said as if it were no big deal.

“Sam, what the hell. that’s not nothing, are you okay? where was it?” you hurriedly asked and began to sit up but quickly winced at the pain in your back.

Sam stood up immediately and held you down, “stop. don’t do that. the doctors said he didn’t hit any major arteries but you still need to take it easy.” she said making you nod.

until you remembered about your leg, you quickly removed the blanket to reveal it bandaged up, you lifted it slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

“your legs fine too. you’ll probably just need a bit of therapy” Sam said and grabbed the blanket to put it back over your lap.

a fluttery feeling spread across your chest, Sam was here. she was here and taking care of you when she was probably in pain as well. you shook your head with a soft smile and moved your body slightly to give her room. “lay down. being stabbed isnt for the weak” you joked earning a low chuckle from the older Carpenter girl. she listened to your words and laid on her side so she was facing you.

it was silent for a second, the only thing that could be heard was your heart monitor and the faint chatter from outside the room.

you had almost forgotten how beautiful Sam was. although you feel stupid for thinking that considering she had always been the most beautiful girl you’d have ever met. even after five years she still had the power to pull a smile on your lips with just her presence. she still gave you butterflies and that damn giddy feeling in the pit of your stomach. she was the only one who could make you smile even though you went through something so traumatic.

“can i ask you a question?” you said lowly. Sam nodded. “why did he come after me? i just mean.. i’m not really a part of your lives. maybe Tara’s life but i’m not really a part of the group or anything” you said slightly confused. besides, it’s not like you were related to any of the original ghostface victims.

Sam glanced down at your hands that were playing with her hair. she was nervous. you could tell by the way she wouldn’t meet your eye and the way her breathing began to grow heavier.

“i told Richie about you when i first met him. he had asked me if i had ever dated anyone and even though i hadn’t.. i said i dated you” she shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal.

you couldn’t help but smile, “why?”

Sam finally looked at you, “i don’t know” she shrugged again, “i always had a crush on you and we were so close that it almost felt like we were together” she continued.

she was playing it down but you could tell everything she was saying meant a lot to her.

god you felt stupid. this whole time you thought your love was one sided, you thought you were the helpless lesbian in love with her straight best friend when this whole time her feelings were recuperated.

Sam seemed to take your silence for being uncomfortable as she spoke again, “i’m sorry.” she shook her head and looked back down at your hand. “that was stupid. i shouldn’t have, we were best friends and i-”

you placed your hand under her chin and leaned forward to press your lips against hers in a soft kiss.

it was everything. the fireworks, the explosion of butterflies, the feeling of coming home.

it all made you smile and your teeth hit Sams causing you both to pull away with a slight giggle.

“i loved you too by the way. i thought you were straight so i just never told you” you said making Sam snort out a laugh.

“you thought i was straight? are you serious? do you know how many times Tara called me out for checking you out?!” she exclaimed making your eyebrows raise.

“oh? you were checking me out miss Carpenter?”

Sam rolled her eyes not able to control the smile on her lips, “whatever. i have no shame in it, you were hot” she shrugged making you laugh again.

“you weren’t alone in that”

you both fall silent, your hands intertwined in the middle of your bodies. this was weird, after five years of being alone you now had the girl of your dreams. it was surreal and almost didn’t feel real but Sams touch was grounding you. this was real. she was real and she loved you. just as much as you loved her.

Sam bit her lip nervously, “i’m sorry for leaving you. i never meant to hurt you. i thought that by leaving i’d be protecting you and Tara but i was obviously wrong” the girl said in a low voice. her eyes were lowered and you felt your chest tighten at the sight.

“Sam. stop. i understand now, maybe i didn’t before but i do now. although i don’t get why this all happened” you confessed a little confused.

at your words Sams head snapped up to look at you, “you don’t know?”

“know what?”

“well..”

-

one year later

never in your life did you think you’d be here. in New York dating the girl you’ve been hopelessly in love with and living with her and her sister. even when you were still friends, you never thought being together would ever be a possibility.

funny how that sounded now.

Sam had asked you out on a date a week after you were released from the hospital and it went great. it was as if she never left and there wasn’t a five year gap since you last saw each other. even though you were both different in some ways, having grown and matured into adults, you still complimented one another in all the best ways.

two months later Sam and Tara decided to move to New York and Sam had asked you if you wanted to go with them. she didn’t want to lose you and the difference between New York and California was too much. of course you accepted. there wasn’t anything keeping you in Woodsboro anyway.

the three of you moved into a three room apartment, you and Sam shared a room and you put up an anonymous flyer for a fourth roommate. that’s how you met Quinn. she was… interesting to say the least.

things were going great, Tara was going to school and although she wasn’t dealing with her shit as well as she should be, she was doing well for everything she went through. Sam pushed her to open up a lot but you tried to convince your girlfriend to give her space, she’d open up when she felt ready.

Sam was going to therapy, even though it wasn’t easy. you had to do a lot of convincing for that to happen.

Chad and Mindy were attending school as well and they were all as close as ever.

you still did real estate but you decided to go to school and major in something that had to do with law. you still had ptsd just like everyone else and maybe that was what pulled you toward the law side of school. either way it felt like the only way to be able to protect yourself and the people you love.

much like other Friday nights you spent it on the couch finishing up some last minute studying. Sam had therapy until a little later and considering the weekends were the only time you could spend time together, you tried to study whenever Sam was busy.

but your plans to make dinner with Tara to spend quality time together did not go according to plan. Tara had gone out with Chad and Mindy to a frat party, originally she had told you Sam was cool with it so you didn’t find a reason to alert your girlfriend about her whereabouts. turns out teenage girls lie quite a lot.

once it slipped out from Quinn, Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you with her to get Tara.

you didn’t care to protest, you found angry Sam hot so you simply followed the girl around. thank god you did considering you got to witness her tase a guy in.. his most intimate area.

you simply followed along even whilst Tara stormed away angrily and had to listen to her bash your girlfriend for simply worrying. you didn’t step in though, it wasn’t your place and you were well aware of that. you and Sam had only been together for a couple of months and although you were a part of Tara’s life for years now, it just didn’t seem right.

but that did not mean you didn’t step in when some bitch spilled her drink on Sam. you immediately pushed the girl back, about to swing a punch but Chad held you back making you even more mad.

now people were bringing their stupid conspiracy theories into the mix and Sam had been on the receiving end from a lot of people’s anger.

you sighed softly as you slowly walked down the steps. Sam was sitting on the last step with her face buried in her hands. you were silent until you were standing in front of her.

“hey” you said gently making her look up. you smiled sadly, “i’m sorry baby.” you whispered and reached for her hand. Sam shook her head.

“im so tired of this” she confessed with a tone of exhaustion in her voice. you understood what she meant completely.

“i know but we’ll get through this. we have to” you said. maybe you weren’t the best at comforting people but you weren’t sure what else you could really say. nothing you said could change the way other people viewed Sam or how Tara was simply acting like a teenager. “what can i do?” you asked as Sam began to stand. she shook her head, a detectable look in her eyes that you knew all too well.

you felt her hands on your waist and she slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the wall. “oh?” you chuckled amused.

Sam only smiled as she leaned in to press her lips against your own. you let the kiss happen, happily accepting her tongue in your mouth as you placed your hands on your girlfriends waist. she was desperate and you could feel her grip on your waist slowly tighten.

you sighed blissfully into the kiss, her soft lips moving hungrily against your own. but the more the kiss continued the more light headed you were becoming so you pulled away, her chest heaving.

“you smell like cherry coke” you said as your forehead was placed against Sams. you felt her body shake as she laughed and pulled away from your touch.

“you don’t like it?”

“oh no” you waved her off. “i love it. better than any perfume you own” she laughed with a shake of her head.

the sound was like music to your ears and it was your favorite noise in the world. a smile tugged at your lips. “i love you, Sam. i’ll be here with you every step of the way. okay?”

“okay” she confirmed softly.

and you were. from that day on you kept your promise.

[shakingparadigm]

OKAY SO ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS OR...

IM GOING INSANE

OKAY so my first answer to this was deleted ack

THE MIZISUA PARALLEL.

These two frames were actually part of the first ROUND 6 Patreon post (no backgrounds, just the characters)! I initially thought their meeting would be similar to MIZISUA, who met on their way to the Anakt Garden. Turns out IvanTill's meeting was slightly more mundane. Till, stuck in some kind of adoption center, most likely saw Ivan before he was auctioned off. I'm unsure whether or not Ivan was part of this center as well. Though I will point out that he looks much worse off than Till does, and he already seems to be accompanied by someone.

Something kind of sad to note is that Till is being sold at a discounted price, most likely because he's unwanted and they're trying to be rid of him. A whole 50% off, literally half his worth. On the other hand, Ivan's rise to the top begins when he's sold off to the highest bidder during an auction, seemingly worth a decent price. He was described as being particularly intelligent after all, and a smart pet who never asks for more than he's given must be a blessing in certain alien eyes.

Anyways I'm suprised to see Till parallel Mizi and not Sua for once. Both lonely and feeling trapped, meeting a dark-haired child with lightless eyes.

[hubristicassholefight]

Swordswoman Showdown Semifinals

Hornet (Hollow Knight) vs Brienne of Tarth (A Song Of Ice and Fire)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Hornet

Technically its not a sword but she wields a needle in a setting where swords do not exist and she wields it in an exceedingly swordlike fashion so. She counts; Girlboss demigoddess spider lady. She's been protecting an entire kingdom for longer than many of the other characters have been alive. She systematically kills her siblings for being too weak. She's simply the best.

#im pretty sure hornet can beat like. anyone in a fight.#have you ever fought hornet#its so fucking hard getting past her every time i play hk i go literally insane.

#i remember getting stuck on the first hornet fight on mt first play through and bring likr#''omg the boss fights in this are so hard!!!''#like what. you're not even half way through what are you talking about#you can't even DASH honey. you don't know what's diffcult or not in this game.

So, SPOILERS

but I feel like the "she systematically kills her siblings" part needs a little clarification. See, one of her siblings was used as a living prison for an angry god and that uh. Didn't work out for the sibling in question or anyone else.

This account is itself heavily abbreviated but it's likely that any other sibling Hornet encounters will be trying to take over as the god's new prison. She appears to challenge any sibling she sees to battle, in order to test their resolve against herself and her needle - would they actually have a chance against that god?

We never actually see her kill any siblings, but she does quite pointedly tell one of them that (to paraphrase) "My needle is lethal and I would feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."

Feels like a relevant quote. In any case, if they can't beat Hornet, it seems like her needle would be a far more merciful end than what the god would grant.

Anyway, a bit of additional material for @swordswomanshowdown :

As is the case for any cool swordswoman, it's not just her sword that's lethal, it's her with it. And Hornet's needle was custom made for her - the creators have said that, while other needles exist, hers was made specifically for her to wield, and its construction allows her to use her spider silk better in combat.

And another thing that I think makes her a good swordswoman: she's actually pretty thoughtful about how she uses it. There's a least one instance where she tries to warn someone off before fighting them! At the same time, when she does fight, she seems to enjoy it - during her boss battles, you can hear her laugh sometimes, as if exhiliarated. She's really got it all, as a swordswoman!!!

#HORNET SWEEP CMON PLEEEEEEASE#shes gay. shes the only sibling with a gender. shes a spider named HORNET. look like croissant. whats not to like

Brienne

Brienne

gets gifted a sword made with the rarest metal ever because she’s THAT good; she’s simply the best

Brienne is one of the top sword users alive in her day. She's descended from a man who's catchphrase was "I'm better with a sword." Better than what? You. Jaime Lannister. Loras Tyrell. Any five given guys at once. She has a fantastic sword that might be magic or cursed and is named Oathkeeper because that's what she does; I love her

Beat like 20 guys in a tournament when she was 19. Was given a magic sword. Won a sword fight against the premier swordsman in the realm. Very swordly; Very tall and strong. Holds her sword in high esteem. Accomplished with other weapons as well!

She's defeated multiple of the top knights in the series in duels. One such knight gifts her the fabergé egg of swords and she uses it to defend orphans and stuff. Got out of a bad betrothal by dueling him and beating his ass so bad she broke multiple bones. Honestly there's so much more she is the swordswoman of all time. to me; She's buff and ugly and 6' 5" and so honorable and kind that she inspires the guy who fucks his sister to yknow. stop doing that. literally gets mauled for the sake of protecting a bunch of orphans (with her sword). also she's 20 she should be at the club ‼️

One of the best sword wielders in Westeros, the author says he would pick her to defend him. Has a cool sword called Oathkeeper. Manages to go up against 7 fighters and take out most of them,. The only true knight; First off, talking about book brienne, they massacred show brienne, the show runners simply didn’t understand what she’s about.“ She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice” brienne had plenty of choice but she couldn’t leave people to die. The chivalric paradigm is rotten and corrupted, but here is Brienne, the one true knight, who isn’t even a actual knight! “knights are for killing”, but here is a knight who risks her life again and again to protect innocents! Bri IS hope, she is the light in the dark that shows that things can be better, things must be better. Fundamentally an idealist: “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining”

#BRIENNE WON A MELEE WHEN SHE WAS 19 !!!!!#DONT LET HER LOSE

#MORE LOVE FOR BRIENNE#SHE FOUGHT A DAMN BEAR WITH A WOODEN SWORD#SHE AVENGED A MAN UNJUSTLY MAIMED#SHE PROTECTED CHILDREN AGAINST SEVEN MEN#NO CHANCE AND NO CHOICE

I'm going to put some propaganda for Brienne, because she deserves the world.

Some people have been quoting the "no chance, no choice" in the tags, but for those that don't know it comes from this scene:

...she could hear the faint clink of swords and mail from beneath their ragged cloaks. She counted them as they came. Two, four, six, seven. (...) Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she thought, with a start of fear, they are too many.(...) Brienne tried to keep the fear from her voice, but her mouth was dry as dust. The children, she thought. The door to the inn banged open. Willow stepped out into the rain, a crossbow in her hands. The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound’s helm say, “Loose a quarrel at me and I’ll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I’ll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them.” The fury in the man’s voice drove Willow back a step, trembling. Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”

This is basically one of the most badass and awesome moments of the series... because here, Brienne is not guarding a King, vanquishing a great Evil Lord, or fighting a big glorious battle... this is an inn full of orphans being attacked by raiders, children whose lives really don't matter in the great scheme of things. If they were all to be killed, nobody powerful would really care, no history book would write their names.

The logical thing is to run away from there as fast as she could. And yet, Brienne decides to enter an unwinnable nightmarish battle (one where she gets her arm broken and her face eaten) because is the right thing to do. She is a true knight.

Because, in the dark pseudo-medieval world of Westeros, where the patriarchal martial system reigns supreme, there is no space for someone like Brienne, she herself said it best:

"You have a noble father who must surely love you. (...) I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield." "A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. (...) I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

And yet, despite being on the fringe of this society that doesn't accept nonconforming gender expression, despite not being able to be named knight, Brienne is still the embodiment of the ideal of knighthood. She is a true hero, who over and over decides to defend the innocents and do the right thing.

So yeah, my conclusion here is... I think she and kiku should kiss <3

[stainedstardom]

Can you do a chad and reader imagine, where reader and chad are best friends since middle school, and lately have gotten even closer since they both developed feeling for eachother, but reader walks in on chad and Tara kissing at the party and they get into it and chad and Tara say things they don’t mean to the reader and then reader gets attacked really bad and when she wakes up in the hospital she doesn’t think she can forgive them?

yes omg the angst and pain and sadness

I CARED TOO MUCH

chad meeks martin x fem!reader (not dating but she is in love with him)

falling in love with your best friend is the worse thing you could ever do to yourself. you knew they wouldn't love you the same way, wouldn't care for you the same way, wouldn't look at you the same way and yet you fell.

you and chad had been best friends since 5th grade, over time you got closer and closer. after everything happened during your senior year in woodsboro, chad decided that he wanted you to never be alone, he wanted you to be safe and sound and the only way he could do that was by being as close to you as he could be.

so he came to new york with you, against his own judgement, he began to fall for you the way you fell for him but something in him told him it wouldn't end well. told him you didn't feel the same way and so he did what he does best.

he distanced himself, he made himself scarce and practically non-existent in your life. it hurt you more then you thought it would but you let it happen. you let him fade no matter how much you hated it and no matter how much it hurt.

you stuck with him and the group. which brings you to here, you sat in the living room of sams apartment. tara and chad were away and you knew what was happening but you didn't want to believe it. you wanted to make it fake

"FUCK Y/N, GO GET CHAD AND TARA" sam yelled as quinns dead body got thrown and you screamed. you ran to the room and opened the door to see chad and tara

"fuck y/n go away" chad yelled as he made eye contact with you. you were frozen

"god y/n youre so fucking weird, theres a reason we don't talk to you" tara told you and you nodded. you felt your chest tighten and almost forgot what was happening outside

"Y/N GO, I DON'T WANT YOU HERE" he yelled and you turned to see ghostface down the hallway. they stared at you in almost a sad way, they had heard everything and even they felt bad.

"fuck run" you told them but they didn't listen, they didn't care, not until they saw you get stabbed and they ran. they didn't even look back, chad did but he didn't stop. you had blood flowing out of your arm and your stomach.

you passed out and the next morning you woke up in the hospital , the light shined on your face and you groaned making mindy look over at you

"y/n youre awake" she said

"im alive?" you asked and she laughed

"youre alive" she told you as she hugged you and you hugged her back. in the corner of the room, there was chad and tara. they stared at you and you scoffed as you looked away from them

"y/n" chad began and you turned to him

"get out" you exclaimed

"what?" he asked

"get the fuck out" you said and tara sighed as she walked out with Mindy. chad sighed

"im sorry" he said and you laughed even though it hurt you, the stitches seemed to stretch but not burst and you were grateful for that.

"ya know, i never thought you could be such an asshole, actually no I knew you could be one but not to me. you've never been mean to me and I guess that's what made me love you" you told him

"love me?" he asked

"ive been in love with you for years and you never noticed, at some point i thought you loved me too but i realized that i just cared too much and you didn't care at all" you stated

"no no i do care" he tried

"chad come on, dont lie we both know you don't. i mean last night you and tara both told me that there's a reason you don't talk to me and you don't want me there. i think you should leave because right now, I cant even look at you" you told him

"y/n please" he begged

"youre not the guy i fell in love with and you're not the guy I thought I knew" you said and that took his breath away. he got up as he walked out of the room and looked to see mindy , sam, tara and ethan staring at him.

they had all heard and usually they would be proud of you for telling him your feelings but now they just felt sad for you and wanted to hug you.

you couldnt forgive them and you didnt know if you ever would

A/N; the angst broke me

[l1nghuarchive]

Hiii ! I saw your req were Opened may I rep Kevin and Kalpas su Elysia( separately ) ( if the is two much you can take out anyone of them <3 ) Turned into little Chibis the can't communicate only cute little squishs while there Lover was task with taking care of them while Mobius and Eden are looking for cure for this mess ? Have a good day :D ( sorry if my grammar was bad )

Pairings : Kevin, Kalpas, Su x reader

Type : hcs

A/n : this sucks and im sry for the wait, anon! I hope you don't mind me leaving Elysia out! :')

KEVIN.

• Spending your day as a babysitter of a chibi version of your boyfriend was not how you expected your weekend to turn out.

• You would be lying if you said you didn't find a chibi Kevin adorable, though if you say that to him he might freeze your finger or bite it.

• While Mobius and Eden were searching for answers to Kevin's sudden change in appearance, you were very much having fun with the chibi version of your boyfriend.

• Oh how funny it was when Kevin struggled to take something off the shelf due to his height, perhaps it was cruel of you but you would slightly laughed at how much he struggled and you would only help him if he approached you.

• Sure you can't really poke Kevin with your finger due to him having the ability to freeze you, that doesn't mean you couldn't tease him about how cute he is!

• At the end of the day, Mobius and Eden found both you and Kevin lying in bed as they placed the cure on your bedside table.

KALPAS.

• You had awoken from your slumber after someone pinching your ear, you were about to glare at Kalpas knowing he would be the only one to annoy you in the morning.

• But instead of seeing the usual grumpy Kalpas, he was much more.. Tinier? Or a much cuter version of the Kalpas you knew.

• Both of you soon found out that Kalpas had accidentally drank one of Mobius's chemicals.

• Of course as much as you tease Kalpas about his new chibi form, he had "accidentally" bit your finger because you kept on squishing his cheeks.

• Kalpas threw a tantrum when he found he had to be stuck in this form for a whole day, which meant teasing from both you and Elysia though due to his small form it was slightly adorable to you how he tried destroying something that was 3x bigger than him.

• Let's just say after 30 minutes of trying to make him go to sleep, he was back to normal to his usual big +(grumpy) form.

SU.

• Out of the three boys, Su is strangely one of the calmer ones when he awoke as a smaller version.

• Unlike Kalpas, he didn't really go berserk over his form though he still was rather confused.

• He didn't mind you using your finger to pet or poke his cheek since he does do that back to you as well.

• He would sneak into your shirt and peek out to observe you which is really cute sobs

• Who is rather sad that he can't talk to you since all that comes out from his mouth is just a squishy noise though he does make it up to you by hugging you or rather you pinkie finger.

• Both of you had fallen in each other arms or rather pinkies in Su's case.

Tysm for reading! Likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciated! :)

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 3 MAGIC vs. MEME

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for MAGIC:

MAGIC MY BELOVED MAGIC!!! Its one of the best MVs in the entire series, even including T2. Magic is visually stunning and has some fantastic art direction but also is very clever in how it conveys its themes and ideas. Magic doesn't really hide anything from you, not really. It's all symbolic but it Tells You Things. It shows you the abuse, it shows you the cat. There's a fun little relationship going on here where, In Magic. Amane's pain and suffering isn't taken seriously by the people around her and the Audience we are discouraged to take it at face value due to the fictionalized nature of Magic. It's so cool. I'm so fond of the song as well, it's one of the best in the series purely cause of the Layers in it. The implications of this Inability to be good is seeped into Magic. Amane knows this isn't reality, Magic knows it's a show, she watches it at the end. And it's so Sad to me that even in her fictionalized happy world she Cannot be a good girl. It's a standard completely out of reach for her and that idea is just conveyed so well visually.

Im not even talking about the goddamn cat yet- the cat symbolism goes Deep. That cat is HER it has the same wounds Amane has in Purge March. I- I cant talk about the intertextuality of Purge March and Magic here this is Magic propaganda only- I- there's so much good stuff to Magic. I Re watched it over and over again. It has some the Best Writing and Visual Communication in Milgram and I will Die on this Hill.

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shoutout to magic for having pretty props AND being vague as fuck about the crime! diversity win!

seriously though amane looks SO cute in it! the mv has such a pretty and colorful style and even with that it's able to show the horrors of what amane went through.

adding onto my last point. that scene where the cat is hyperventilating and you see the camera shaking???? that scene where the mascots find amane helping the cat and they're all standing over her? CHILLS. im repeating myself but the fact that they were able to portray the awful things amane went through in a genuinely emotional way while still keeping the cute cartoon look is soo impressive

there are SO many layers to itill the entire cartoony style making it look like a tv show… utilizing the cartoony effects and bright colors to show amane downplaying her own pain… the transformation after she gets punished barely changing anything to show just how manipulated she was from the start… ueueueue

ALSO ALSO ALSO THE SCENE AT THE END WITH AMANE STARING AT THE SCENE? OHHH ITS SO GOOD it adds such a feeling of dread and reminds you on top of this whole thing that all of this is truly horrifying! something is going on here!

this song is so catchy it gets stuck in my head CONSTANTLY

"Dear wise one, Am I worthy? Is it ok to spoil myself?" AMANE... UEUEUUEUE

the little ding sound effects in the instrumental?????

amanes voice is ADORABLE

THE INSTRUMENTAL IN THAT PART WHERE SHES HELPING THE CAT HAS THAT GODLY TYPE SOUND YOUD TYPICALLY ASSOCIATE WITH CHURCHES AND STUFF AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT PROPERLY BUT JUST RELISTEN TO IT AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN. ITS SUCH A NEAT DETAIL

i could go on about this mv for days but i am not a theorist unfortunately. just. magic sweep

Propaganda for MEME:

"MeMe is fantastic because it plays off the audience’s assumptions about Mikoto as a character and tells a “double story”. There’s layers to it and it’s deliberately deceptive in the way it presents the events out of order. Even the instrumentals themselves tell a story. The shift from piano in the second chorus climax is so good - and the way they combine in the last chorus, plus the addition of a violin culminates the song perfectly."

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"For propaganda: I love meme so much because even the music alone tells as whole story. It goes from heavy metal to calm to heavy metal to calm and that happens a few times and then there’s an epic and creepy intermission with an amazing guitar and a scary of sound of Mikoto’s heavy breathing. And then the psychedelic music and BAM the final chorus. The final chorus of meme just gives me the absolute chills. Like it’s the calmer chorus we see earlier but with epic symphonic metal and an amazing build up and climax like it’s perfectly encapsulates a story through music alone I just love it so much. Also it’s literally called meme lmao."

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"I could go on about the motifs in MeMe - like identity loss, living and dying, dreaming etc. It's a song, more than with any other character, about the inner self and what hides from the surface. Of the fear that comes with one's identity and place in the world being challenged and crumbling. The intricate designs on the tarot cards have so much depth to them"

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

listen, this isn’t a request (unless you want it to be, i don’t know if your requests are open rn but i would literally die if my 1 am horny thoughts about finnick was turned into a fic) but ANYWAYS have some thots.

i feel like finnick in TMJ2 isn’t talked about enough— probably because.. well.. you know.. but THE LACK OF FICS THERE ARE OF HIM IN THAT TACTICAL GEAR IS SAD. Like you cannot tell me that a man who can make tactical gear look hot as fuck doesn’t get railed by reader. (maybe it’s just a personal preference idk but it needs to be talked about more)

BUT HIS THIGHS IN THEM THOUGH AND THE THIGH HOLSTER AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT JUST MAKES ME WANNA SCREAM AND HIS FLOOFY HAIR >>>

but like seriously though like imagine he isn’t even aware of the effect he has and reader just wants to just fuck him so bad (or even ride his thigh) because they didn’t think finnick could look any more attractive but like there’s no where to go with the task force so it’s like a whole “gotta stay quiet” situation (🤭) like maybe it’s happening while everyone’s asleep

Like I know they’re in the middle of a war and all but war times won’t stop the whore times is all im saying

NO COZ I AGREE, MOCKINGJAY PART 2 FINNICK IS NOT TALKED ABT ENOUGH!!!! him in all black does things to me that I can't even speak aloud. I've been thinking the exact same thing though, no one writes him in the tactical gear enough and there's so much fic potential for it???

there's this one deleted scene where they are in the capitol inside someone's home after the black tar-thing scene and—oh my god. lemme show y'all, it's in my special finnick folder on tiktok, he looks fking scrumptious.

HELLO??? i know he's only in it for like five seconds but HE LOOKS SO GOOD???

i've lowkey thought about writing mjp2 finnick for sooo long but I always get stuck writing a different fic. I've got so many ideas though, it's crazy so I'm definitely adding this request to my 'must write' list AHHHHHHHHH

[savventeen]

hmm savv what would u do with mutual pining and woozi? :3c

daisy,,, beloved,,,,,,,,,, how dare you make me think about mutual pining w/ woozi ( /hj ) (i am already pining for him and thinking abt MUTUAL pining is going to drive me actually insane methinks g o d sdkjflskjdf)

ok so. SO. after vibrating in my seat and fantasizing abt lying down in the middle of the floor for the rest of time as i think about this concept, i have come to the following conclusion: mixtapes. and i mean in the classic "hey i made you this mixtape" sense

reader and jihoon are both producers for the same label and don't really interact that much at first. in fact, they don't actually even meet for the first time until soonyoung invites them both to his birthday party and they start talking shop, bonding over teasing soonyoung, and then ending the night with a promise to grab lunch together sometime.

fast forward a couple of months and they are officially Friends. they've managed to start a tradition of getting lunch together once a week and bitching about various work bullshit, and they've also started to hang out together in group settings after realizing they have more mutual friends as well

reader is the first one to send jihoon a song. it's a few hours after their weekly vent session, jihoon having taken up most of the time complaining about shitty higher-ups giving ridiculous deadlines and stuck-up idol wannabes trying to tell him how to do his job without having a clue about what his job actually is, and he gets a message from reader that says "i feel like this fits ur current mood" with a link to a song. [cw the song linked has a somewhat startling gun sound] he clicks on the link, curious, and then bursts out laughing after a few confused moments of listening bc that was NOT what he was expecting, at all

and that's how it starts, really. a few days later, he sends reader a song with the caption "how much u wanna bet soonyoung would choreograph something to this just bc it has the word 'tiger' in the title" / "no bet he absolutely would" / "ur no fun :P" / "sorry can't hear you i'm sending it to soonyoung as we speak"

pretty soon they're sending songs back and forth almost daily "what are ur thoughts on this" / "?? i don't speak french" / "and?" / "...ok yeah this is p good" "is this kinda close to the vibe you're trying to get for that one group you're working with?" / "not quite. but that's ok bc IM Vibin with this one" "i need u to stop whatever ur doing and listen to this with the bassist bass you can get with w/ ur setup" / "ok??" ... "holy shit" / "RIGHT?"

fast forward another couple of months, and reader shows up to jihoon's studio with a can of coke zero and a flash drive. "what's this?" / "this, my dear woozi-ssi, is going to be the solution to our creative blocks" and then reader goes on to explain their idea: they both have tracks that they're stuck on (personal, professional, or otherwise), and so they're gonna 'sisterhood of the traveling pants this shit' ('i literally have no idea what you're talking about'). aka: reader put some files they're having trouble with on this flash drive, and jihoon's gonna add any notes/ideas he has and then give it back with some of his own trouble files on it. rinse and repeat

and not only does it work ("ohmygod i've been trying to figure out that bridge transition for DAYS THANK YOU") but it also becomes Their Thing. like, they're used to collaborating with other writers/producers/etc bc it comes with the job, but something about this silly little flash drive... feels Special. [*cough*it's because they're catching Feelings*cough*]

tHIS IS GETTING SO LONG FUCK OKAY other things i would include in this fic: - one noticing the other has been working on a lot more love songs lately (or maybe a lot more Sad (read: pining) love songs) - reader has a bad day at some point and they end up losing the flash drive and they have a breakdown over it (jihoon comforts them and also helps them find it we love emotional hurt/comfort in this household) - scenes where they're individually waxing poetic about the other to different friends and the friends are like "bro. ur in love with them" "uh, no? they just have a great work ethic and a great taste in music also their lyricism is just—" "you. are. in. love." "i admire them professionally!

AND THEN THE CONCLUSION!! one of them decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and confess their Feelings. this could be either of them, but i'm gonna go with jihoon bc i can. so of course he can't just say "hey i love you" like a normal person, he has to confess through music. so he goes out and buys a new flash drive (with a really cute cover bc he knows they'd like it) and puts two folders on there. the first folder is full of instrumental files and is titled "all the times i couldn't find the words". and the second folder is titled "and all the times i could" and it's all love songs he's written inspired by/for reader

he sneaks into their studio and leaves the flash drive on your desk while you're in a meeting, and then he Waits and waits and waits some more until it's time to go home and it's been total radio silence and his heart feels like it's been crushed. so he starts to head home in the rain (bc i am a cheesy bastard and love rainy confession scenes) but after a few minutes of walking he hears shouting behind him and he turns to see you sprinting at him while screaming his name and before he can get a word out you're clutching his shoulders, soaked to the bone and asking "do you mean it? the songs, did— do you really mean it?"

and all he can do is nod because his heart still hasn't quite found its way back to his chest yet, and then he can't nod anymore because you're kissing him. you're kissing him, and he drops the umbrella he was holding and you're both kissing in the rain bc you're both obnoxious helpless romantics and "y/n-ah, i mean it— i mean it. i love you"

"i love you too, you stupid romantic bastard oh my god"

"hey, you're the one who started kissing me in the rain"

and it ends like the cheesy romcom this turned into bc i couldn't help myself and i need to lie down in a puddle of feelings now k thx

[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: gun use, angst!!!!!, sad Lottie 🥺, crying Bucky 😭, talk of sexual assault, little bit of fluff.

A/N: im really doing everything in my power to make this series last as long as possible 😂. I just love them I never want to stop writing for the Barnes family!! Anyways I made myself sad writing the second half of this so yeah…

Series Masterlist

The music thumped along and pushed people to dance either on or off the dance floor. Strobe lights blinking in different colors cast shadows across the room. You wore a black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places with a slit up the skirt, leaving little to the imagination. With your own abilities you added your metals to the dress in decorative chains.

You moved freely to the rhythm of the song that was playing while Sam was in front of you with his hands on your waist. He pulled you in closer as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Sam dipped his head so that you could hear him over the music.

“Let’s move to somewhere more quiet.” He says as his eyes dart behind you and he gives a little nod.

You give a nod of your own before his hand falls to the small of your back and he’s leading you to the vip section.

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Sam’s hand stayed firmly on your thigh, skin in skin as the slit on your skirt exposed more of the area once you crossed one leg over the other. The contrast from the main floor to the vip section was incredible. It obviously was empty with the exception of you, Sam and a group of about five men. It was a lot more quiet. In fact it was a perfect place for an arms deal.

The men sitting across from you kept their eyes on your chest or thigh and they stared at you as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat. You ignored it however and kept your attention focused on the deal Sam was working on. While he sat up straight, partly due to the suit he was wearing, you sat back and kept a hand on his shoulder. It was meant to look like a loving caress from one lover to another. That was the cover.

“5 million is cheap if you consider that the weapons were made with alien technology.” The leader of the group, Paul, said. He was tall and slender, almost creepily so. His hair was jet black and greasy and it stuck to his cheeks since it fell to his shoulders. He also had a subtle Portuguese accent, but it seemed like he was working towards getting rid of it, at least hiding it well enough.

“But 5 million for what, ten guns? And they’re not even the full gun they were, what did you say?”

“Re-engineered.” You provide, causing Paul to throw you a deadly glare.

“I’m willing to do the 5 million but I need at least 15 guns and I want a demonstration first.”

“We have a video we can show you right now.” Paul says as he snaps his fingers so that one of the men that was standing around would give him a phone. Sam lifted his hand though, and stopped it.

“I want a live demonstration. Matter of fact I want to shoot the gun myself.”

“Mr. Barron I assure you that everything is in order.”

“I don’t know baby, it seems like they’re trying to con us.” You mutter as you lean forward and rest your chin over Sam’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you stay out of it you nosy bitch.”

“I’d be very careful about how you speak to her.” Sam’s voice is low and steady, it’s a little frightening. The only reason you were undercover was because you both resemble the actual Mr. Barron and his partner. With the help of nano masks you’re able to take their place for this meeting.

“Mr. Barron please, you must understand that women are sensible creatures and while your girl here is absolutely lovely to look at, I’m sure she would much rather be down on the dance floor. Isn’t that right?”

“No it isn’t. But I’m willing to forget your disrespect if you show us the guns and let us try them out.”

Paul scowls in your direction before looking back at Sam. “Fine. I’ll take you to the warehouse myself.”

Sam stands and offers you his hand to help you up. The two of you follow Paul out of the club and into waiting cars. You’re driven through the streets of Portugal until you’ve left the city behind. The car stops in what looks like an abandoned warehouse and the door is opened for you. During the journey you could hear Bucky, Steve, Clint and Nat talking in your ear and making plans.

Although not your favorite footwear for missions you were wearing stilettos. Fortunately for you though Nat had forced you to train with heels for moments such as this. So even though the ground was a mixture of cobblestones and loose dirt you managed to walk around as if you were on a catwalk.

“Right this way.” Paul says as he pounds on a metal rolling door and it begins to slide to the sides.

The warehouse seems abandoned on the outside but the inside is another story. The warehouse is massive and filled with people, machinery and crates filled with guns. You adjust the necklace you were wearing to make sure the small camera was capturing everything.

“Right this way.” Paul sweeps his arm towards another set of doors. This time further into the belly of the building and then down a flight of stairs.

The basement has been transformed into a sort of shooting range. There are large chunks of concrete missing from the walls, from where you assume the gun blasts had hit.

“Here you go.” Paul holds out a rather large and bulky gun for Sam to take.

Sam looks over in your direction and you give a little nod before he takes the gun. He aims and shoots. It’s more like a canon than a gun and if Sam wasn’t as strong as he was he would have been sent flying backwards. Sam gives a nod of approval as he inspects the hun closer.

“Give us the word and we’ll move in.” Steve says over comms.

“Paul, you have yourself a deal.”

Paul gives a satisfied smile to Sam before they shake hands. All the while you can hear the team starting to move. Sam is aware that the team is moving in but you can actually hear them on the floors above. You’re already working your chains into a weapon of your own as the doors at the top of the stairs burst open. The room descends into chaos with all of Paul’s men shooting without looking first. Instinctively your hand goes up as your chains mold into a shield just as bullets rain down on you and Sam. The gunfight is a blur but it ultimately ends with you and Sam taking down everyone in the room.

“Everyone ok down here?” Steve asks as he walks down the stairs.

“We are.”

“Good.” He looks both of you over. “Unfortunately we aren’t done here. Most of the guns were already shipped out. We have to follow it and stop the shipment from arriving at its destination.”

You really didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids so soon after the CIA incident and now you’d be away for a little bit longer.

“How long?”

“Another 12 hours at most.”

You give him a nod and start heading upstairs so that you could change into your actual mission uniform. On the main floor of the warehouse you walk past a group of people that have been arrested. The flashing lights of police cars and ambulances illuminate the area. Clint gives you a thumbs up as you pass by and Nat gives you a little nod. Undercover was not your specialty, it always made you nervous that you would make a mistake. Fortunately this time there wasn’t room for error. The one thing you do notice is the lack of Bucky.

It had only been a few short days since he had to sit with Everett Ross and since then there had been limited contact. On his part, not yours. You weren’t sure what was wrong but the only person that he would say more than one or two words to was Steve. Even then he didn’t say much. You sighed as you climbed up to the jet and grabbed your gear to get changed. By the time you were done everyone was on the jet and ready to go and track down the shipment. Once the jet was in the air you moved to the communication station and called your dad through a secure line. You let him know that you would be gone one more day, fortunately since he was retired he was fine with staying with the kids for longer.

“Mama, when are you coming home? Is daddy coming with you?” Henry asked. That was another issue. You were fine with giving Bucky space but the kids didn’t understand why he was slightly absent.

“Hi my sweet boy. We have to stay out a little longer but I promise when I get home we’ll do something fun.”

“Is daddy going to be here too?”

“I’ll let you ask him.” You turned to find Bucky glaring at Sam for some comment about how much fun he had with you dancing. It was all teasing on Sam’s part but you knew it annoyed Bucky. You hold up the head loser and hand Bucky the and give him an expectant look while he stares at it.

He reluctantly took the headset from you and put it on. “Hey bubs.” He greeted Henry and you walked away to give him some privacy.

“Give him some time. He’ll snap out of it soon enough.”

“I can give him all the time in the world, it’s the kids that don’t understand what’s going on. I wish he would just talk to me, Steve. Even just a little bit. But he just shuts me out everytime I try to make sure he’s ok.”

Steve pats your shoulder and gives you a sympathetic look.

“Let's just focus on the mission so that we can go home.”

“Morning mama.” Lottie whispered. “Mama, habe suwpwise.”

You stirred in bed. By the time the second part of the mission ended and you got home, it was already late at night and the kids were sleeping. After a quick shower you went straight to bed and fell asleep quickly. Now you were being woken up by Lottie’s sweet whisper and her gentle caresses. She placed a soft kiss on your cheek before resting her head on your chest. Your sweet girl always loved to cuddle after being separated due to a long mission.

“Good morning my sweet Angel.”

You’re met with happy blue eyes when you finally open yours. Her chubby cheeks and messy black hair take up all of your attention.

“Hi.” She says with a giggle.

“Hi. Did you say surprise?”

“Can habe it now, mama.” She moves away from you on the bed and you instinctively reach out for Bucky. Sighing sadly when you realize he isn’t there again. The door opens and you turn to see Henry walking in with a bowl in his hands. You’re about to say something to him when you’re splashed with something right on your chest. You gasp at the cold sensation and turn to see Lottie holding a now empty bowl in her hands. When you look down you realize that there is milk and cereal all over you, the bed and Lottie.

“Oh no.” you say when you see Lottie’s bottom lip begin to wobble and tears start falling. She had been a bit more emotional than usual and you’d hate to think it was because she was missing her daddy.

“Sowwy mama.”

“It’s ok sweet Angel, it was just an accident.” You say as you sit up. The mess of milk that hadn’t been soaked up by your shirt rolled off you and fell onto the bed. “Did you guys make me breakfast?”

“Yeah, we wanted to surprise you like on mother’s day.”

“Oh sweet boy, that is so nice of you to do. Is there more cereal?”

Henry nods.

“Ok, how about I jump in the shower and clean myself and Lottie up quickly and then we can have breakfast together?”

“Ok.”

“Kay.” Charlotte sniffled as she put her arms out for you to grab her. Henry carefully walked back out with his breakfast in hand while you and Charlotte cleaned yourselves up.

****

When you walked out to the kitchen you found that three bowls sat on the table along with cereal and milk. Henry sat on one of the chairs patiently waiting for you. You settled Lottie on her booster seat and opened your arms for Henry.

“Thank you for breakfast bub, that was very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You take your seat and Henry insists on pouring everything and setting it in front of you. He gives you a genuine smile, one of the few he has given since the CIA broke in.

“You both are so sweet for making me breakfast. Where did you come up with the idea?”

Henry shrugs one shoulder. “We wanted to do something nice because you’re sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah because daddy isn’t here.”

“Oh, I-uh I-”

“It’s ok mama. He’ll be back soon, I know it.” Henry said confidently before turning his attention back to the food in front of him.

****

After breakfast and watching a movie with the kids you left to look for Bucky. It took a while but you found him in the garage Tony had prepared for him so that he could work on the motorcycle you gifted him for Father’s Day. You lean against the doorway and watch as he tinkers away on the frame. After a few minutes Bucky stops what he’s doing and he finally acknowledges your presence by looking at you.

“How are you?” You ask him. The question is stupid but you aren’t sure if you’ll be met with resistance or not. At the same time you’re also upset because Bucky has shut you out. The tension in the room is palpable. On one hand you want to be gentle but on the other you’re not opposed to an argument.

“Fine.”

“Could have fooled me.”

He averts his gaze back to the job at hand and he turns his back on you while looking for a tool.

“Why are you here?” He asks.

“Because I’m worried about you. The kids miss you.”

You watch as his head lowers at the mention of the kids.

“Henry is confident you’re coming back home soon.” You step into the garage and close the fort behind you. “Is he right in his assumption?”

He stiffens at the mention of his son and you know this is where he’ll shut down on you.

“Bucky, just talk to me. That’s all I want, please don’t shut me out.” You say as you walk closer to him. Your instinct is to reach out and touch him but you know better than that. “I understand that what you went through wasn’t easy-“

“Do you really?” He snaps at you. He’d never done that before but his eyes are dark with rage. “Do you know what it felt like to not have control over your own body?”

“I said I understand. I know that I will never truly know what it felt like. You’re safe now, you’re safe with me, just tell me what’s going on.”

You looked at each other for a while. It was like when he first came to the compound. You sigh and give a little nod in understanding that he wasn’t going to say anything, you turn to leave.

“I wanted to hate her.” He says before you open the door. Bucky turns in your direction but he won’t look at you.

“Who?”

“Charlotte. When you told me she was my daughter, I wanted to hate her.” He admits with a whisper and you know he feels so guilty about it.

“Why didn’t you? Why did you step up to raise her?”

“Because I heard you.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to understand what he’s talking about.

“After you told me and I walked out, you went to see Lottie in the med bay. I did too, I wanted to look at her and prove to myself that I didn’t have any paternal feelings towards her but I heard you. You said that I’d come around and that I was just scared but that I was a good man.”

“You are a good man.”

“I’m not!” He shouts. “I did horrible things. I don’t deserve to get the girl and the kids and be happy. The CIA coming in here reminded me of that. Someone will always come after me, after them because of me. So don’t tell me I’m a good man.”

“I guess this will be a point of disagreement for the rest of our lives then.”

“Why do you even think so highly of me?” Bucky whispers.

“The first thing you did for that little girl you wanted to hate was buy her a pink teddy bear in hopes that it would bring her comfort. You didn’t even know you were her father. You’re there for Henry whenever he has a nightmare and you’re willing to spend hours chasing them away. You’ve taken care of me whenever I’ve gotten sick or been hurt during a mission. So despite everything that hydra did to you and made you do, you are good. Nothing will ever change my mind about that.”

You were both silently crying and you wanted nothing more than to hug him but you knew that the interview with Ross had taken a toll on him.

“Can I hug you now?”

Bucky nods and takes you in his arms, holding on to you tightly. Like you’re the only thing that can keep him grounded.

“You can always talk to me. No matter what, I won’t judge you.”

“I was embarrassed and I thought you’d be ashamed of being with someone who was used like that. I had never been sure if they’d sexually assaulted me but seeing Lottie I couldn’t deny it anymore.”

“I could never be ashamed of you. I’m so proud of you for everything you’ve overcome. I know that the way you’ve had your kids was not normal but you’re such a good father. No one can take that away from you.” You say as you cup his face, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Bucky nods before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“Apology accepted baby.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Agent Y/L/N, your presence is needed for the debrief for last night’s mission.” Friday announces.

“Of course we do.”

“Come, the faster we get it done the faster we can go home.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide and bright with hope.

“Really.”

You walk into the apartment first. Giving Wanda a hug and thanking her for watching the kids. As soon as she leaves Bucky steps in much to the delight of the kids.

“Daddy!” Henry shouts as he runs full force into Bucky’s embrace.

Charlotte however steps closer to you and wraps her arms around one of your legs. She watches as Bucky and Henry hug and then looks up at you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky says after kneeling in front of you. Lottie looks at her dad but moves to hide herself behind your leg.

“Sweet Angel, are you ok?”

Poking her head out from behind you, she looks at Bucky. “Dada no hate?” She asks quietly and you can see Bucky’s guilt written all over his face. Of course she would know about that conversation in the garage.

“I’m sorry, doll. You’re so special and daddy loves you so much. I could never ever hate you.” Bucky says softly. Charlotte moves away from you and wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck.

“Dada so good. Is best an lobe you dada.”

Bucky begins to cry quietly and Henry moves to hug him from behind. You can’t help but also join the hug pile on the floor in the middle of the living room. Even Alpine joins in.

“Can habe seepover?” Lottie asks as she pulls back in order to get a better look at both you and Bucky. Her best pout and pleading eyes on display.

“Of course we can. Dada needs lots of cuddles.”

“Can gibe them.” Lottie says proudly.

“Me too.” Henry adds.

“Me three.” You say as you pull Henry into your lap and kiss his temple. “What about a movie night? We can have snacks and all the cuddles.”

“Yeah!”

“Alright let’s go get our comfiest pajamas on. Come on sweet Angel, I’ll help you get your pjs.”

“No, dada do it.” She says as she tugs on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky gets up after giving you a kiss on the cheek and lets Lottie drag him to her room.

“I told you he’d be back soon.”

“You did, sweet boy. Why don’t you go get your pjs and I’ll start on the snacks.”

“Just no cereal in bed.” Henry quips as he stands up.

“It was your idea in the first place not mine.”

He giggles and runs into the hallway.

****

After snacks were made and everyone was changed, the kids chose the movie they wanted to watch. While the movie played you and Bucky sat against the headboard. Your attention was split between the movie and the kids singing and dancing along to all the songs from Encanto.

You knew there was a deeper conversation that you and Bucky needed to have but for now you were just happy that he was where he belonged. As the night went on and the movie ended and a new one was chosen. Henry was already tucked into your side. Lottie made her way to her dad’s lap. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and yawned as she found a comfortable position. With her back against his chest she settled to watch more tv until her head lolled to the side and soft snores filled the air.

Most importantly her pink teddy bear held securely in her arms.

Ch. 26

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[jihyoruri]

LYING: HUH YUNJIN

WARNINGS: angst

huh yunjin is liar.

she said she’s fine.

lie.

she said you did her favour.

lie.

she said she’s so much better now.

lie.

AESPAS YN AND ITZYS RYUJIN SEEM VERY CLOSE OUTSIDE SM ENTERTAINMENT.

yunjin’s heart dropped.

this fast ?

well not really fast, it’s been 7 months but still.

she should be the one caught outside with someone, she should be the one with potential dating rumours.

but here she is stuck.

stuck, because she’s not over you.

she shouldn’t even be sad, the end to your relationship was all her fault.

“yunjinnnnn.” yn wined at the girl in front of her, yn pull at her arm. “you never spend time with me anymore.” the girl looked up at her with sad expression.

“sorry idol stuff.” she replied to her girlfriend, tugging her arm out yn’s grip.

yn rolled her eyes, “stop giving me that idol stuff crap, im an idol too you know? and guess what I always try and make time for you.” yn turned away from the girl with arms crossed. “you never make time for me, it’s like we’re not even together anymore.”

“hey hey.” yunjin turns you towards her. “don’t say that, im sorry, look I promise to put in more effort.” you look up at her. “promise?”

“promise.”

you remember when she said she’s so much better now ? yeah she’s not.

she doesn’t even want to talk to her her members about this, they’ve probably already saw it and they’re just gonna say what they always say.

this is your fault.

tears welled in her eyes.

it is my fault.

yunjin smiles as she walks towards her room, she just came from a night out with her friends.

she opens her door, freezing when she sees you sitting on her bed.

“so, you had so much time to hang out with your friends, that you forgot your date with your girlfriend ?” you look up at her with anger in your eyes.

“yn.”

“you see,” you cut her off getting up from the bed walking towards her. “I wouldn’t have cared if, you know you double scheduled us and forgot,” you look up at her. “and I the only reason why i wouldn’t care is if I had a good girlfriend that didn’t always blow me off, and actually gave me time like I do to her.”

“yn.” she try’s to pull at your arm but u shrug her off, stepping even more close to her, now face to face. “but I don’t have that do I ?” you whisper to her, she can feel your cold breath brush against her face.

“I have a girlfriend that makes little to none effort, in this relationship, that can remember her get together with her little friends, but completely forget about her date with her GIRLFRIEND.” you yell in her face finally stepping away.

“yn I’m sorry.” she says stepping closer to you, she’s had you angry at her plenty of times, but this just feels different, it feels like you’ve finally reached your breaking point.

“I’m sorry.” you mock her, face scrunching up, “I’ve heard that same sentence come out your mouth so many times that it’s lost it’s meaning.”

“you promised.” you look at her hurt in your eyes. “you promised to put in effort.” you let out a shaky sigh. “but instead I’m in the cold waiting for you outside the mall just to see you giggling with your friends.”

“I’m sorry.”

“oh my god, shut up with your sorry’s.” you groan. “how do you never fail to humiliate me yunjin.” you cry. “I give you so much chances to prove that you can be a good partner, despite people telling me to break up with you HELL my members practically hate you.” she puts her head done looking at her feet.

“but i always defend you, I always give excuses for you.” you throw your head back. “god I’m I even your girlfriend? because you treat me like a stranger.”

“what ? no, I love you so much yn.” yunjin desperately pulls you closer towards her.

you look down. “I love you too…”

yes

you look up at her. “but I can’t keep doing this.” you say shaking your head.

what ?

“what ? no no come on yn.” she say’s frantically pulling you even closer if that’s possible, “come on I love you, you can’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry yun, but..” you try to pull away but she won’t let you. “this is to much, I can’t keep being in a one-sided relationship.”

“it isn’t one sided, I love you.” she says her hold growing tighter.

you wince, yunjjn notices and let’s go of you quick, “I’m sorry, yn wait.” she reaches out to you again once she sees you heading to her door.

“I’m sorry.” it’s you saying sorry this time, and with that you rush out the door.

she wants to chase you but she can’t.

she feels stuck.

yunjin gets that feeling she had the night you broke up with her.

before she can think properly she’s reaching for her phone, going straight to messages looking for your contact.

yn ❤️‍🩹

she presses the contact and pours her whole heart out, fingers typing fast, and then she hits send.

you know when I said you did me favour the day after? I was lying

I can’t sleep I just can’t stop thinking about you

I love you so much yn

I lied when I said I was over you

I’m not

I’m not over you

seeing that photo of you and what’s her name made my blood boil

answer

bouncing her leg, yunjin does the unthinkable, she calls you.

it takes a couple rings until you surprisingly answer.

“hello?” she hears you answer, you seem out of breath, she hears the faint sound of black mamba in the background.

“hey.”

“yunjin ?”

“hey, I’m sorry calling so unexpected, i thought you wouldn’t answer.” oh my gosh you actually answered.

“what do you need yunjin ?” you sound tired as you ask the girl.

“I saw that photo of you and ryujin.” she says her voice sounding on edge.

“yea.” you reply bluntly. “and what ?”

“I just wanted to say, if you guys are dating I wish you the best.” it hurts saying that so she adds something on. “until I see you again of course.”

yunjin said that because she’s sure that she will have you back in at least three months, she’ll make sure of it.

“wha-” she cuts you off. “also don’t read my last couple texts.” and with that she hangs up.

★☆ yunjin is a little obsessed with yn 😭( I also made the photo in the middle)

[scribe-of-hael]

Wonder what would happen if TFA Optimus got yeeted into earthspark

Y'know it's gonna be funny between an unofficial prime with no holy tits and have no idea why the warlord having beef with Autobots meeting a prime with holy tits who also have history and make peace with megatron the slagmaker

Im so sorry for phrasing it this way it's just funny and my brain isn't braining anymore it's just a jello with lots of shenanigans-

I also love your writing ahaha

I love this so much omg ?

Tfa Optimus in my opinion is basically Orion Pax (in general any orion). Like who I imagine Orion to be before taking the matrix. He is sweet, loyal , brave but is still struggling to be this leader but he's trying his damn hardest to take up the mantle.

ES Optimus would immediately be so drawn to TFa oppi because that's him , literally who he was before, young and not alot of experience. But also sad that this oppi has had to go through so much in such a small time. The losses he has suffered. He feels for him so much.

They are dads btws. This is two big bot dads with dad jokes. A young dad and aolder dad that goes

"I've been at this for years watch and learn ~" //finger guns//

Does the sickest ax move you've ever seen

Tfa like "I WANA DO THAT TO?? TEACH ME PLZ?"

I do think TFA would think ES is a lil goofy but admires who he is and what all he's had to go through to get here. He hopes to be like him one day.

And I know TFa is probs just as big as ES. But funny to think he'd be smaller cause tfa Cons are just HUGE.

Also yes tfa may not have tits for days, BUT THOSE HIPS DONT LIE, #respectthehips lol

Now comes ES Megatron. Oh dear he's not use to this. When comes to the size and the fusion Canon on his arm. Tfa can't help but be uneasy. ES oppi would reassure him that this megs is ok and has changed. Its hard for tfa to wrap his mind around. So he trys to talk with him a little. Tfa oppi is a bit awkward but Megs sees he's trying so agrees.

He's so blown at the different personalities and history they share. Even a bit envious but happy that this Megatron saw the error of his ways and wnates to change. Meanwhile his was stuck as he was,, evil and murderous..

Megs is more than happy to show he's happy to talk. But hearing what tfa megs is like just makes him disgusted, particularly guilty as some traits he used to share maybe even struggles with right now.

But Megs is also like that Dad who's been around is trying turn his life around be there for the kids. Literally lol so Tfa Optimus and these two big boys get along well.

Bonus:

I know the kids would love TFa oppi so much omg. I cry.

I'm also happy you like my writing !!! Thank you so much