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queenofthemilkcowboogieblues · 1 year

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Doctor Who

The Fruits of Eternity

Summary:

Alexandra Jane Crowley: The only daughter of Crowley and Aziraphale. Her short life has already been wrought with pain, but will a 900 year old alien be able to help her move on from memories that she would rather forget? Or will her adventures with the Doctor only add more pain to her life?

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Broadchurch

A Forget Me Not at the Crime Scene

Summary:

Evelyn Alexandra Smith. She stopped travelling with her mother and father through space and time when it was time for her to go off to University. However, there were more reasons behind it than just school. She became a police officer, and rose through the ranks to become a DI as Broadchurch CID. What happens when the death of Daniel Latimer puts her in the path of DI Alec Hardy?

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Cobra Kai

Muscle Memory

Summary:

When Anastasia moves to the San Fernando Valley half way through college, she wouldn't have believed in the idea that she'd bump into a down on his luck, former karate champion, Johnny Lawrence. She definitely would have laughed if someone had told her that not only would they become best friends, but she would come to love this oblivious man, who tends to take no notice of the love she feels and display's quite clearly on her sleeve. However, how will her decision to help Johnny open his own karate dojo affect their relationship, and will she finally get a taste of the love she's so desperately craves?

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Ghostbusters

Echoes of the Future Series:

Echoes of the Future

Summary:

Starlette Malcolm has known Egon Spengler, Peter Venkman, and Ray Stanz for five years. It's plainly obvious to Ray and Peter that their coworkers have feelings for each other. However, the start of the successful Ghostbusters business will put Starlette and Egon's budding romance to the test as well as the mysterious circumstances surrounding Starlette herself.

Higher and Higher

Summary:

Five Years after the Ghostbusters saved New York from Gozer's wrath they have fallen into their own routines and patterns after being forced to give up the very profession that had saved the city. However, when strange occurrences begin to crop up around the city centering around a mysterious pink slime, it's up to them to take up the mantle as Ghostbusters once again and save the city.

Stranger Things Have Happened

Summary:

At this point, Starlette has come to accept the fact that strange and unusual things will always happen in her life, and she's just going to have to live her life with Egon around them. In other words, these are the events that happen between Ghostbusters II (1989) and Ghostbuster: Afterlife (2021).

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Jurassic Park/World

Chaos Theory Series:

Chaos Reigns

Summary:

Dr. Amaryllis Grant, much like her brother Dr. Alan Grant, has, for as long as she can remember, longed to see the dinosaurs that her brother told her stories about when they were younger, and it came as no surprise when she followed in his footsteps with the sole purpose of digging up fossils just for the opportunity to reach out and touch all that remains of them. However, when John Hammond, quite literals drops the opportunity to get to see dinosaurs alive and in all their glory, will she jump at the opportunity, or will she see be able to put aside her passions and see the consequences of using science to play God with nature. Will those consequences catch up with her in a personal and intimate way?

Ornithoscelidaphobia

Summary:

Or∙ni∙tho∙sce∙li∙da∙pho∙bi∙a – A noun referring to the extreme or irrational fear of dinosaurs.

It's been four years since Dr. Amaryllis Grant had nearly died during the accident at Jurassic Park, and she's been tasked with the mission to observe the dinosaurs that were left to their own devices on one of Isla Nublar's sister islands in an effort to ensure that they are left alone, and nobody else has to be injured or killed. However, when has anything ever gone right on these islands?

Convergence

Summary:

It has been eight years since the original events that took place at Jurassic Park, and four years since the unfortunate incident that took place on Isla Sorna and in San Diego. Needless to say, Amaryllis Grant-Malcolm has gotten to the point where she thought those events were long behind her, and it happily enjoying life with her husband, her daughters, her brother, sister-in-law, and her nephew and niece. However, money to continue a dig in Montana is rapidly drying up, and when the opportunity comes to get the money needed to keep it running, her brother jumps at the chance. What else is Amaryllis to do, but go with him on an what was supposed to be a simple trip flying over Isla Sorna? What could possibly go wrong?

Playlist for Amaryllis: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5n3dH6PsoYMBnJ5wCjkMYN?si=d2c4919d38d24b5a

The Cost of Scientific Discovery

Summary:

Chrysanthemum Alana Malcolm, the youngest daughter of Doctors Ian Malcolm and Amaryllis Grant-Malcolm, is offered a position at Jurassic World, and she's apt to take it since she's been dreaming of working with dinosaurs since she was little, hearing the stories that her parents told her. However, her decision comes at a cost, not only to herself, but her family.

The Divide Between Worlds

Summary:

It's been three years since the events that took place at Jurassic World, and every one has seemingly moved on. However, the threat of an extinction level event due to an impending volcano eruption, throws Chrysanthemum Malcolm right back into the mix, and into a plot to exploit the dinosaurs.

Butterfly Effect Series:

The Cost of Scientific Discovery

Summary:

Playlist for Chrysanthemum: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5kblAWsYEvM0hrxLaFWdCI?si=b217e8ffd7a9445c

The Divide Between Worlds

Summary:

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Independence Day

Stardust Within

Summary:

Apollonia Martin, a former tactical aircraft maintenance specialist, had settled happily into her job as a satellite technician at Compact Cable. However, she never expected to be dragged front and center into a full-on alien encounter as she begins to experience visions of the invaders' movements, and secrets from her past are brought to light in the worst way possible.

Play list for Apollonia: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jpNfaWrZTSeWIvflPaTIP?si=0947a2ebe77e4eb8

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West Wing

The Person Behind the Camera

Summary:

Photography is an important aspect of any Presidency as it not only helps to record memorable events that occur throughout the course of that President's term in office, but also plays a crucial role in shaping the President's public image to garner support. However, the field of photography, and more importantly, the individual's behind the lens are often ignored in favor of more prominent roles. This is the story of Winifred Ludwig, the Chief Official White House Photographer throughout the Bartlet Administration.

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night3owl · 2 years

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Masterlist

Requests are Open :D

Fanfics:

Star Wars (all platonic)

Crosshair & teen!reader

Obi-wan Kenobi & padawan!reader

How To Train Your Dragon

Doctor Who

Jurassic World

FNAF (Specifically Sun and Moon though)

Spiderverse

AUs:

httyd dca au tag: here (or search httyd dca au) fanfic: none (yet)

Bad Batch & OC “Click” (postponed until I fixate on bad batch again)

#masterlist #star wars #how to train your dragon #doctor who #jurassic world #fnaf dca #Httyd dca au #spiderverse

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phantombandit-films · 2 years

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Masterlist.

✤ The Abduction Club - A half masterpiece. ✤ Let’s talk about Hyper-fixation. ✤ Let's talk about the ending of 'Alice in Borderland season 2' and some Theories. ✤ Jurassic World: Dominion Thoughts. ✤ Favs Chart. ✤ People who I’m attracted to that unsurprisingly remind me of Richard Harmon, because for me he is tloml. ✤ Ranking my favourite Jamie Bamber characters.

✤ Ranking my favourite Steven Spielberg movies. ✤ My favourite Cinderella/ Forbidden Love movies. ✤ Let talk about Crime and Punishment in suburbia and the masterpiece it could have been. ✤ Ranking Christian Slater Characters/ Movies.

✤ ‘I Still See You’ is so underrated that it makes my heart hurt. ✤ Space Sweepers (2021) ✤ The Man Who Laughs Musical 웃는남자 (2018 - 2019/20) ✤ Why ‘War of the Worlds’ (2005) is a underrated masterpiece. ✤ Let’s talk about Labyrinth and the meaning behind it because people like to ruin everything.

✤ Money (2016) ✤ Okay, I’m here to talk about ‘Shadow in the Clouds.’ ✤ L'homme qui rit (2012), The Grinning Man (2016), The Man Who Laughs Musical 웃는남자 (2018 - 2019/20) ✤ The New Kids (1985) Review. ✤ Documentary list. ✤ I feel like Crimson Peak isn’t talked about enough.

✤ 1 am thought. ✤ Childhood Tv Shows. ✤ Ultimate film list. ✤ In Secret (2013) Film Review.

✤ Charlies Angels (2019) film review. ✤ Labyrinth ( 1986 ) Film Review. kinda long and so many gifs because Fav Film :3 *maybe spoilers if you haven’t seen the film*

Favourite Actor Movie/Tv Checklists.

❥ Augustus Prew Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Christian Slater Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Tom Hiddleston Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Oscar Isaac Movie/Tv Movie Checklist. ❥ Richard Harmon Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Lucy Hale Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Jamie Bamber Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Jack Lowden Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ James Phelps Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Zoey Deutch Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Ben Hardy Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Jeremy Renner Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Joe Keery Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Garrett Hedlund Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Anya Taylor Joy Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Hayden Panettiere Movie/Tv Checklist. ❥ Freddy Carter Movie/Tv Checklist.

#masterlist #films #review masterlist #labyrinth #charlies angels 2019 #in secret #jamie bamber #richard harmon #christian slater #childhood tv shows #favourite films #favourite characters #crimson peak #war of the worlds #steven spielberg #jurassic world #joe keery #garrett hedlund

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 4 months

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MASTERLIST CHARACTER AES/MOODBOARD

Cinderella aesthetics 1 2 3

Belle aesthetics

Blair Waldorf aesthetics

Bad bitch aesthetics

Tom Natsworthy aesthetics

Hester Shaw aesthetics

Daniel Grigori aesthetics

Coriolanus Snow aesthetics 1 2 3 4

Katniss Everdeen aesthetics

Tris Prior aesthetics

Bella Swan aesthetics

Percy Jackson aesthetics 1 2

Scott McCall aesthetics

Allison Argent aesthetics

Stiles Stilinski aesthetics 1 2

Lydia Martin aesthetics

Derek Venturi aesthetics

Casey McDonald aesthetics

Soft girl aesthetics

Dasey aesthetics

Queen Anna of Arendelle aesthetics

Queen Elsa of Arendelle aesthetics

Lucy Pevensie aesthetics

Edmund Pevensie aesthetics

Susan Pevensie aesthetics

Peter Pevensie aesthetics

Prince Caspian aesthetics

Zach Mitchell aesthetics

Claire Dearing aesthetics

Clary Fray aesthetics

Jace Wayland aesthetics

Simon Lewis aesthetics

Clarke Griffin aesthetics

Jasper Jordan aesthetics

J. Daniel Atlas aesthetics

Lex Luthor Jr. aesthetics

Lex Luthor jr. (hair) appreciation post

Draco Malfoy aesthetics

Newt Scamander aesthetics

Endeavour aesthetics

Paul Atreides aesthetics

Toby Nealey aesthetics

#masterlist #character aes #character aesthetic #character aesthetics #character moodboard #the 100 #dune #narnia #jurassic world #endeavour #newt scamander

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hurlingsupport · 5 months

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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous Masterlist

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert) Series - Chapters 1-10

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert) Series - Chapters 11-20

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert) 200 Heart Special

#gender neutral reader #reader insert #x reader #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jurassic world #masterlist

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ozzgin · 1 year

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Sweetypie🍓🥧.... If You don't mind...

may i make a request again about Baki characters with prehistoric reader who's have a normal size body, she's so innocent in the modern world... And that's remind you with a Lil kids...I think it will be cute when the prehistoric girl looks around with those big doll-like eyes, she's like a porcelain doll with long hair .... thanks again sweet heart 🍓❤️....

You so lovely 💋🧁🍭🎂🎉

I can’t help but think that someone of normal size but in Pickle’s times would be the result of some form of dwarfism. Like, reader was probably bullied relentlessly for their restricted growth and lack of hunting efficiency and next time they wake up everyone is a “little person”. The shock!

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader Headcanons

[Baki Masterlist] [Part II]

Unless someone had invented a Time Machine and ended up stuck in late Jurassic, the researchers just assumed you must’ve had your growth impeded in some way. Funny to imagine that someone sharing their features and size was an exception to the rule. Your presence frozen next to Pickle was a comical sight.

On the other hand, you’re absolutely overjoyed to see you’re no longer an outsider. While you don’t fully understand what happened, you can very easily deduce that these new humans are not only surviving, but leading self sufficient and comfortable lives without large bodies. It offers you a sense of belonging.

Pickle has always been aware of your disadvantage in battle, so his protectiveness towards you is almost instinctual. Even when fighting his challengers he has one eye turned to you, making sure you’re safe and secure. And you can’t blame him, really. If only you noticed the greedy stares you receive from the men. Being surrounded by dinosaurs might’ve been safer.

Yuujirou is rather unimpressed and somewhat disappointed when he considers the idea of potential offspring. There’s no advantage you’d bring with your incomplete genes and he doesn’t care about having pretty children. Pickle would be absolutely mortified if he knew the blasphemous, insulting thoughts this man dares to think about his partner.

The rest of the fighters thankfully don’t share the same utilitarian perspective. Baki finds your innocence adorable and is almost envious to witness your glistening, worried eyes that follow Pickle during his matches, with your small hands tightly pressed together in anticipation. He wouldn’t say no to having the same kind of support coming from the audience.

Katsumi and Retsu can’t even muster up a properly maintained eye contact with you. They’re not used to a feminine presence closely observing their fights from just a few meters away, especially if it’s someone like you. They’re also ashamed to admit they’ve wondered about your relationship with Pickle back in the day and how plausible that’d be given the…difference.

Jack can relate to Pickle more than he’d like to confess. You often approach him - since he’s closest to what you find familiar - in order to gesticulate questions about the unknown surroundings. He was initially frustrated with your apparent neediness, but your helpless stare now startles him into assistance without much complaint. He’s uncovering a growing need for shielding you and he doesn’t like the distraction one bit.

Pickle is heavily considering sending you back to the lab enclosure. He’d rather have the men in white coats scribbling from a distance than these sly vultures. He wishes you wouldn’t be so nice and naïve, but then again none of it is your fault. He’ll just have to keep the persistent suitors away himself. It’s his duty.

#baki #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki x reader #pickle baki #pickle x reader #baki hanma #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kaiou retsu

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writeforfandoms · 1 year

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Last Night You Were In My Room

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Kyle is perhaps the best comfort you could ask for while cramping on your period. He just loves having the excuse to spoil you.

Warnings: Period mention, cramps, kissing, established relationship, Kyle is far too smooth.

Word count: 1.4k

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader

“I’m back,” Kyle called, entirely unnecessarily, as the front door closed behind him.

“That was fast.” You reluctantly pushed yourself up, stretching your arms up over your head.

Kyle just laughed quietly, setting down his bags. You twisted to watch him - ice cream went in the freezer, chocolates stayed on the counter, electrolyte drinks went in the fridge. Except one, which he left on the counter.

“Got you a surprise,” he said, glancing back at you with a little grin.

“Oh yeah?” You tried to peer around him at what he might be referring to.

“Mmhm. Pick a movie to watch and I’ll bring it to you.”

You eyed him for a moment longer, trying to decide if you could get away with spying. And then gave in with a little huff. He always caught you anyway. So you faced front again, kicking the blanket into better position and navigating to Jurassic Park.

The microwave beeped and you leaned back into the couch, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to join you so you could both laugh at the blood sucking lawyer.

Gaz did settle next to you, drink now on the coffee table in front of you. But he also held out something to you.

“Saw it at the store,” he admitted with a grin. “Couldn’t not get it, love.”

You blinked at the lilac sloth in his hand. It was soft, fake fur sticking up all over the place, and warm. “This… is so cute. It’s ridiculous.” You pulled it closer, taking in its silly little face, when a familiar scent teased your nose. “Is that lavender?”

“Mmhm.” Kyle grinned, watching you. “Heatable, lavender scented, and adorable. Perfect for you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to hug him. “You’re too sweet,” you murmured, pressing as close as you could get to him. “Thank you.”

“You deserve the world, love.” Kyle pressed a kiss to your temple before getting comfortable, pushing your new sloth down onto your abdomen where the heat would help your cramps. “What is it about being on your period that makes you bloodthirsty?” he asked, clearly joking, even as he snuggled in closer to you to reach the remote.

“Hormones,” you drawled, bland as anything. “And it’s fun when it’s well done.”

Kyle huffed with amusement, turning on the movie. “Need anything else?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, cramps already less intense with the warm sloth on you. You hummed softly along with the music, and Kyle just laughed quietly.

It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen this movie, or how many times you and Kyle had watched it together. It never got old.

You did snicker though at the blood sucking lawyer getting chomped by the Rex.

“Helluva way to go,” Kyle muttered, amused, eyes sparkling when you looked up at him.

“On the toilet, or the Rex?”

“Both.”

You snickered, cuddling in closer to him. Not that you could get much closer - there was no space between you to begin with. Kyle groaned softly and grabbed your leg, pulling you a bit and adjusting you.

“Elbow in my side,” he explained when you blinked up at him.

“Whoops.” You immediately felt bad, because you honestly hadn’t noticed.

“You’re fine, love,” he assured you, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead until you smiled. “There we go. Much better.”

Warming under the adoration in those eyes, you melted into him. “Too good to me,” you muttered, refocusing on the movie.

He just chuckled and rubbed one big hand up and down your thigh soothingly before checking your sloth. Which was no longer warm. “Want it warmed up again?”

You made a face. You didn’t want to get up, but you needed to go to the bathroom. “Yeah, alright.” You paused the movie and got up (carefully so you didn’t elbow him again), stretching up onto your toes with your fingers stretched towards the ceiling. You did squeak when hands snuck around your stomach, teasingly gently at your shirt. “Oi.”

Kyle chuckled softly. “Sorry, love,” he murmured, clearly not sorry. “Take your time.” He kissed the back of your neck and released you.

When you came back, the lights had been dimmed, the blanket fluffed, and your new sloth was warm again. Kyle had stretched out to wait for you, doing something on his phone.

“What do you think for dinner?” he asked, lifting one arm to let you come cuddle again.

“We should eat it,” you agreed easily, cuddling into his side again and putting the sloth against your lower back this time.

“No preferences?”

“Not really.” You hummed as some tension leaked from you at the soothing warmth both of your boyfriend and the sloth.

“Got it.” He kissed the top of your head, doing a few more things on his phone before he locked it and slid it back in his pocket. “Ready to face Mr. Arnold?”

“Or what’s left of him,” you agreed easily, pressing play again. It never failed to amaze you how good the movie still looked.

The movie ended, with you still humming the music as the credits rolled, when there was a knock at the door. Kyle extricated himself to bring in dinner, bringing it over to you so you didn’t have to do anything.

“Keep up this treatment and I’ll have to marry you,” you half-joked, smiling up at him. (Not that you’d tell him yet, but the thought had crossed your mind more than once. Marrying him.)

Kyle just chuckled, bringing over cold drinks for both of you and settling down next to you again. “Sure you wanna be stuck with me, darling?”

You snorted. “Kyle, darling, anyone would be lucky to have you,” you said matter-of-factly, pulling your food closer to you. “Seriously.”

He hummed but didn’t push the topic further, the two of you eating in peace. He turned on The Mummy to watch while you ate, which amused you.

“And you say I’m bloodthirsty,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Never said I wasn’t,” he pointed out reasonably.

You snickered, getting up to clean up. “Before you protest, I need to move anyway,” you said, pointing a stern finger at him.

Kyle held his hands up in clear surrender, smiling as he watched you clean up from dinner. Another quick bathroom break and Kyle had your sloth warmed.

This time, though, he pulled you down on top of him, face to face, so you laying on his chest.

“Kyle–” you started to protest.

“Not doing anything except rubbing your back,” he murmured, nudging his nose into yours gently. “Okay? That’s all.”

“Okay,” you agreed, grateful that he didn’t make you say more.

“Relax,” he whispered, his hands settling on your back, rubbing gently. You hummed and gave in, closing your eyes. He somehow always got the pressure just right - firm enough to feel good without digging in and causing pain. You hummed with contentment, tucking your head down into the crook of his neck.

“Better?” he murmured, keeping his voice low, his hands on your back just above your hips.

“Much,” you agreed, lifting your head again. He was right there, handsome and warm and considerate. He really was too good to you. The best thing that had ever happened to you, really. Your eyes stung with the threat of tears, your heart suddenly over-full of emotion.

“What?” he asked, lifting one hand to your cheek instead, gaze darting around your face. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you managed, a little scratchy, wrinkling your nose even as the threatened tears started to accumulate in your eyes. “Really, nothing, just–stupid fucking hormones.”

He relaxed a little, thumb rubbing gently against your cheek. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” You sniffled, embarrassed on top of everything else now. “I just… really love you.”

He blinked at you, clearly caught off guard, before he smiled, bright and beaming. “Love you too,” he murmured, tilting his head to kiss you softly. And then again, and again, until the both of you were breathless.

“Bedtime,” he husked, eyes dark now as he looked at you. You smiled slowly and nipped his lip before getting up and scooting to the bathroom.

(Which was fine. Gaz took the chance to grab a few supplies, just in case, and check the ring waiting in his duffel bag. Maybe tomorrow, when you felt better.)

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #f!reader

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darsynia · 3 months

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The Smoke That Roams (post-apocalypse AU Bucky/Reader)

MCU MASTERLIST | lmk if you want to be tagged for Bucky fics!

Summary: You and Bucky find each other after the world almost ends

Length/Warnings: 3,080 | sex, allusions to violence

Notes: I tagged this on AO3 as 'romance and survival soaked in metaphor,' lol. It's post-apocalyptic angst. Stop typing, Darsy.

Excerpt:

You weren’t afraid of him, you realized. You were afraid for him. He was a supersoldier, but he wasn’t immortal. Bucky often went off by himself without saying anything to you--but what if someday he didn’t come back?

A pillow landed on the queen sized bed beside yours, followed by a blanket, followed by Bucky, who threw himself onto his back beside you with as much care as he’d tossed everything else. He was so warm you could feel the heat radiating through the space that separated you, even though none of it carried through to his tone.

“You’re safe. Go to sleep.”

It was… exactly what you needed.

The Smoke That Roams

You used to compare him to a solid, cold hunk of metal. Non-reflective but uncorroded, with a metaphorical melting point so high it’s practically unreachable. A weapon when thrown but otherwise safe, foundational, inexpressive.

That was before he touched you.

Bucky Barnes is not safe. He is expressive, though. Just not with words.

now

The world isn’t destroyed. There are still plants, there are still animals, and there are still safe places to spend time. The planet may actually be better off now than in the last few hundred years, because the humans who were in the process of ruining things just barely failed.

There are no regulations, no government-enforced exclusion zones, only good- and bad-intentioned people living day to day. You figure humanity has around twenty years of 'every man for himself' to realize how difficult it is to grow crops and sustain life. Until then, everyone’s subsisting on canned food and shelf-stable meats while hating every second of it.

Boredom is an unexpectedly dystopian pandemic, post-apocalypse. Books still exist, so there’s that. Unfortunately, even if there were experienced people to keep the electrical grid going, it’s completely unsustainable without an accompanying society. When you’re really depressed, you picture various survivors all around the world hunkering down to read Jurassic Park or Gone Girl next to pine-scented candles or last year’s Pantone table tapers. Once, you imagined a group of miserable assholes warming their hands next to a bonfire of Live, Laugh, Love wall hangings outside of a Cracker Barrel. It helped. You doubt any Karens survived the apocalypse to object.

then

You survived out of luck, if you could call living in the aftermath of a failed nuclear response ‘luck.’

Given the honest-to-fuck alien invasion, those nuclear strikes should have taken out the whole area. Instead, a strange golden dome repelled the worst of the damage, but you knew better than to assume it would stick around. After gathering some important provisions (including a gun and all your ammo), you spent some time bundling up your lawnmower’s spare gas can. You'd read The Stand. There's no way you're strong enough to pilfer gasoline from an underground tank.

That was when you found a leather-clad warrior man standing beside your motorcycle. He didn't seem surprised to see you. “You know how to ride this?”

“You after parts or gas?” you asked, hand on the butt of your gun. You were high on survivor’s guilt and low on bravado. He noticed both.

“A bodyguard,” Bucky told you sardonically.

He eventually told you the real reason, but at the time you’d pulled courage out of the sulfuric smell of danger in the air and suggested you watch each other’s backs.

now

“Still awake?”

You roll over to see Bucky’s familiar shape standing at the window, outlined in moonlight.

“Yeah. It’s too quiet.” Yesterday the two of you had retreated further into the mountains, judging your previous temporary home too close to the river after seeing two small groups using it for through travel.

“Never thought I’d like the quiet this much,” he muses.

Getting up, you move to stand beside him, still dressed in multiple layers to ward off the colder elevation. “That’s because it matters why it’s quiet.”

He doesn’t look over, but his smile is gorgeous in the dim light. “That’s a war reference.”

“You’re damn right.”

The two of you stand in silence, watching the shadows of the nearby trees play in the wind until he speaks again, gruff and oddly defensive.

“I was right about the shelter.”

“There’s a radio? Was it the right kind?”

“Yeah. Months worth of food, too.”

You’re embarrassed at how excited you are at the thought of MREs. “That’s great,” you say, reaching out to touch his arm. It’s sopping wet. Turning to look at him more fully, you see that his hair is wet too. He’s been dripping the whole time he's stood there; there’s a halo of wet, dark spots on the floor around him that feel almost symbolic.

“Most of the food was untouched. Ghosts don’t eat much.”

“How many?” You have to dredge to find enough moisture to rub your vocal cords together.

“Just one. Buried him in the woods pretty far out, washed up in the river.”

Bucky leaves so much unsaid, but you’re good at decoding him by now. This new cabin is miles from the river. As a good ‘bodyguard,’ though, you have one more clarifying question. It’ll matter, if you want to stay here for longer than a week or two.

“Was there evidence of-- did someone else--”

“Self-inflicted.”

“Yeah, aren’t we all,” you sigh, pushing away the guilt of relief.

then

You learned him slowly.

Bucky didn’t need a bodyguard as much as a body, or more accurately a second person to help carry the items he was gathering. It made sense; even a loner like him wouldn’t separate from the other Avengers without a reason. Their version of ‘strength in numbers’ was too complicated to understand and he didn’t really explain, but it had something to do with scattered communication, whatever that meant.

The parts he needed were in military bases, abandoned (and guarded, which was fucking terrifying) high rises, and one notable item was in a corn field. Eventually he gave you his motorcycle and upgraded to one with a sidecar.

You didn’t ask why it was wet when he showed up with it, but you had an idea of why he might have needed to clean it off.

By then you were used to sharing a room with him, dressing and undressing when he was out of the room or faced away. He didn't seem to mind, but you couldn’t really tell, and he didn’t say.

You were more like coworkers than anything else, to the point that he barely spoke once one of you started readying for bed, like an unwritten boundary. Not that night. He’d broken into a hotel with two beds, one for each of you. That night, instead of his usual steady rhythm of breaths that eventually lengthened into sleep, there was just pensive silence.

Silence was the worst part of your new life. Silence allowed doubts and fears to creep into the gaps between breaths, clawing out space for larger worries. Bucky was quiet, but he was rarely silent.

“It’s not cold,” he finally said, almost accusatory.

You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t cold, you were in shock. Death was everywhere and nowhere; either you fought for your life or saw the evidence of those who’d lost that battle. Each choice came with terrible necessity. Had that sidecar been a necessity?

The flashlight clicked on. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m not cold.”

“You’re safe. Go to sleep.”

It was… exactly what you needed.

now

“I need to build it as high up as I can,” Bucky says.

“Not ‘we?’” you ask, nowhere near as breezy as you hoped.

“I need you to be here, safe.” He reaches out and grabs your hand with his smooth, river-damp metal one, squeezing just too much. It’s as calculated as it is unintentional, like your relationship. “This time, ‘safe’ is not with me.”

He can run for days, heal his own wounds, kill in so many ways it would take a week to list them all, and you still don’t want him to go alone.

You don’t say that, though.

Instead, you tuck yourself against Bucky’s chest, wrapping your arms around his drenched torso. There are no dryers, no radiators to hang your wet clothes on, no fireplace to dry them by. It’s a message.

He holds you close in the moonlight, his river water soaking into you, your unspoken love seeping into him.

then

Bucky learned you fiercely.

After begrudgingly joining you the first time, he slept beside you from then on, handling it the same way he handled everything: with little explanation and an air of inflexibility. Suddenly you were two people who slept (slept, mind you) together, the metal plates of your lives shifting perfectly to fit that new reality.

You didn’t fully understand what it all meant until the night Bucky went for a walk instead of getting into bed. He’d killed a man right in front of you that day--brief, brutal, and bleak--and you'd waited for him to come back, alone with your own brutal and bleak thoughts. Had survival destroyed your morality? Why had he been beautiful as he’d ended the attacker’s life? Couldn’t things go back to the way they were? You didn’t ask for this!

Then it hit you.

Neither did he.

You got to travel with him in 2019 because someone did things to him in the 40s that he’d never asked for.

Bucky came back, but that didn't help you purge those horrible thoughts, not until he sighed in obvious annoyance and threw an arm over your hip, dragging you back against his chest like it was an obligation.

Only then could you sleep.

And so could he.

now

The moon is too high to shine through your borrowed window anymore, so Bucky leads you back to the bed in the dark. He guides your clothes over your head and down your hips as unerringly as a marksman who knows the specs of his weapons. When he kisses you, it’s sloppy and imprecise, like he doesn't have time to come up with a plan other than 'must touch, now.'

He drops you onto your back on the bed and straightens up, stripping off his shirt. You figure that out by the sound the sodden fabric makes on the hardwood floor, a wet thunk followed by the metal pinging noise his belt buckle makes.

A strange realization hits you: for the first time since everything went to hell, you don’t want water stains on the floor. This could be your place, yours and his. The thought warms the places where you’d pressed up against Bucky’s wet clothes, but soon his kisses do that for you, furnace-hot yet gentle as the curl of smoke from your frequent campfires.

You burn for him, and you have since before he touched you with intent and looked at you with desire.

then

Post-apocalyptic isolation was finally getting to you.

The warehouse was cold, impersonal, and dangerous enough that no one lived there, despite being a single building surrounded by miles of possibly-fertile fields. Back when it was operating, that had protected the county population, and now that it was not, its position could best be called strategic. No one could sneak up on you if you were diligent, but the monotony of guard duty was wearing on you. So was the wind coming off of the unrelenting central plains.

You'd never seen Bucky that frustrated before. He came to bed each night tense and sullen, even angry, and instinctively, you’d done your best to give him space. It was only in the last few nights that ‘space’ had included sleeping separately, despite the chill of early autumn that seeped into your bones from the concrete floor.

Day five of that singular brand of loneliness happened to be day thirteen at that location. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Let me help you.” Your tone was wounded, but you didn’t raise your voice.

“You are helping.”

“There’s no point in me watching for nonexistent scavengers when whatever you’re doing isn’t working down here! Especially since--” Your words turned to ash in midair. You’d been about to say ‘especially since you won’t sleep with me anymore,’ which made your relationship sound vastly different than what it actually was.

Bucky smiled for the first time in days. “Go on.”

“No way. Mad Max himself couldn’t drag it from me.”

“I think I saw that one,” he said, swiping a precious candy bar from the special stash and sitting on a stack of pallets. “Sand and cars?”

You choke out a laugh. “If any of the filmmakers are still alive, can you even imagine--”

“They probably murder anyone that brings it up.” Bucky wrapped up the rest of the candy bar and held it up like he was about to toss it to you. “Tell me.”

Your chest felt like you’d swallowed lighter fluid. He looked happier than he had in days, and you had no idea if telling him the truth would toss a match or douse it.

Well, you lived with enough fear as it is.

“Fine,” you said with fake annoyance. “I was going to say that it’s hard to sleep without you breathing on my neck and hogging the blanket.” The plan was to be flippant, to avoid seeing his response, but an arsonist can never look away from their own blaze.

Bucky was still sitting the way he had been before, but you could see the tension ebbing from his shoulders. His metal hand relaxed its grip on the pallet with the same slow relief as the growing smug look on his face.

“Yeah?” he asked, impudent and inflammatory.

“Yeah. Give me the candy bar.”

“Oh, I will,” Bucky grinned. He stood up with the kind of confident menace that had sold many an action movie ticket.

“Oh my god, turn that off!” you yelped, poised to run. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Sand,” he said. You bit your lip as he continued, “I can use it to shore up-- Never mind.”

Bucky’s gaze was intent as he started walking in your direction. It was the same kind of focus he used to defend your lives, with only difference being the impudent light in his eyes. You backed away (never turn your back on a predator) as swiftly as you could, heart pounding in your delighted chest.

Seconds later you realize he’d herded you against a dividing wall and he was still advancing. It was absurd, sexy as hell, and the aforementioned lighter fluid had completely replaced your blood volume. One touch and you’d be aflame.

Bucky didn’t touch you.

He stopped mere breaths away, leaning his metal forearm on the wall. Bucky brought the half-wrapped candy bar up where you could see it and then ripped away the wrapping with his teeth, his eyes glittering with challenge. Holding your gaze, he brought it to your mouth.

You were breathing so heavily your breasts grazed his chest, sparking brushfires each time. Still, this was a contest of sorts, and you had precious few chances to go toe to toe with this man. You waited until the heat of your mouth smeared the chocolate on your lower lip, and only then did you move--shoving his hand to the side and arching up to kiss him.

His groan ignited something in both of you. He pulled you close with a rough hand at your thigh, curving your leg around him and taking charge of the kiss. It was exhilarating, full of the heat of something long-desired. You grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, dug your fingernails into his hair, your other hand skating over the bare metal of his arm.

Suddenly he pushed back on the wall behind you with enough force to shake the cinderblocks, eyes wild, hands at the hem of his tank top. You nodded, scraping your elbows in your haste to strip off your clothes. It took just seconds before you were on each other again, Bucky half carrying you to the corner of the warehouse where you’d piled up your bedding. He was already pumping his fingers in and out, sucking a brutal kiss on your neck even as he knelt on the pile of ragged quilts.

“You are so fucking strong-- yes, like that,” you gasped out with your eyes screwed so tightly you saw a spray of sparks. The white-hot pleasure practically rang in your ears, and then he was there, splitting you apart and putting you back together, with the taste of him healing the gaps.

“You smell just like every morning I wanted to do this,” Bucky growled into your skin. The pinpoint pain of his fingertips digging into your hip was so real, so him that you were speechless. All you could do was drag your lips across every inch you could reach, arching your back to drive the two of you toward the wreckage of your former selves.

When release came it was a second nuclear event, him panting into the join of your neck and shoulder, your hands buried in his hair.

now

There is a luxury to darkness and patience, one you never would have guessed at in the Time Before.

Bucky doesn’t have to see the ecstasy on your face to know his expert caresses are sending you skyward. You don’t have to watch him throw his head back to know he’s about to come apart inside you.

He’s seen the silhouette of your body backlit by the sunset as you ride him.

You’ve watched the lethargy of pleasure-bought peace lift months of his guilt.

Things will never go back to the way they used to be, but just as you’ve learned to navigate the chaos of the current world, you’ve also learned the comfort of being truly known.

Tomorrow, Bucky will head up the mountain to build one piece of a larger device various Avengers have been constructing across the world. Stark had called it a cosmic smoke signal, a last-ditch effort to call for rescue. After all this time, you’re not sure your heart is in it anymore. It’s engaged elsewhere; you haven’t just learned to adapt, you’ve learned to thrive with Bucky at your side.

Still, the others are counting on the two of you, and it’s all about balance. Whether the next mission is a fiery trip to the stars or the steady puff of a hand-built cookstove, you’re ready for what comes next.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

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Sex Crimes of ANY KIND, Super Violent/Xtreme Kinks, Inflation, Feederism, Abuse, Puke, Shit, DDLG, Age Play, Raceplay, Wound Fucking, Gore, Vore, Misgendering, Lesbian x Male, Gay Man x Female, Stepcest etc... no exceptions!

Fluff, Angst, Platonic. (Go to my other fanfic blog for that.)

Things I Will Write:

Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Bloodplay & Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

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F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request other characters from these fandoms, but it might take me longer!)

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir.

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini.

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Gaurdians of the Galaxy)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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chapter twelve: tha greatest moron of our life and times previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

You're buzzing with excitement as you're sitting patiently at the dilapidated internet cafe, waiting for Spider-Man. To think that you were, quite literally, a walk away from the person that could get you your big break into the world of journalism had you ready to gnaw the table in anticipation. (You, for obvious health and safety reasons, don't, because you don't want to die a young death caused by a splinter infection.)

Instead, you patiently wait, finding it hard to focus on finding the arsonist as much as deciding how to play it with Spider-Man. As much as you wanted to devote your day to unmasking the hero by finding a list of suspects, you begrudgingly remembered your calling to the citizens of Tokyo as well, and hurried to this rendezvous spot in a backalley on Aoyama-dori.

"Calm down, you can do this," you exhale, trying to channel your inner broody, DGAF attitude that you'd usually need to tap into when being Vigilante. You re-calibrate your attention onto the Jurassic PC in front of you, scanning the shopowners forum of the complex that had recently been shut down.

One recent headline catches your eye, and you sigh upon clicking it since the computer nearly has an aneurysm accessing the site.

HATTORI K-MART DECLARES BANKRUPTCY, TO BE SHUT DOWN BY END OF MONTH. BIDS FOR EMPTY LOT TO BEGIN.

The name is familiar to you. You refer to the map on your lap, where you'd encircled the few buildings that had been completely scorched to rubble. The mart was one of them. Your brain latches onto these words, and you feel the familiar tug of intuitiveness that you get when you're onto a legit lead for an article. There was something here that you were missing.

Scrolling down to the comments, you're met with a flurry of replies of interest by businessmen, but one specifically catches your eye.

korigashi76: about time... enough payment defaults have been made. yet another sunk venture wwwwwww +56 -3 "Yet another sunk venture?", you read aloud, and squint your eyes. Hattori K-Mart's tax returns should be publicly available, along with the details of the person who ran it.

You're waiting for the computer to recover from the shock that comes from opening two tabs at once when the doorbell jingles open to reveal Spider-Man walking in, hands tucked into a brown jacket.

"Sorry. Had an urgent, er, thing," he says, dragging a wheelie chair towards you and sliding across the floor. You recover from the slight fright you felt, freezing up when you saw him, to clear your throat and wave him off.

"You're good. Hey, do me a favour and look up the shops that were completely burnt down by the arsonist. I think I have a lead," you say, your voice a little thick.

"Oh, thank God," Spider-Man groans, relief flooding his voice. "I was gettin' a bit sick of this case."

You're jittery now at the proximity by which he's near you, booting up the PC next to yours. That damn mask was practically begging to be pulled off, enticing you with the prospects of the life you've always dreamt of. You swallow the lump in your throat, choosing to focus on the glowing screen in front of you.

Thankfully, the tax returns load in front of you in a neat PDF before you can fantasise about yanking the mask off, and you squint in suspicion at the name that greets you at the top.

HATTORI K-MART CO. BOOTH #34, MINATO SHOPPING COMPLEX REGISTRATION NUMBER: 6548812A PROPRIETOR: ISHIDA, YUSUKE

That name... you'd seen it somewhere before. To be specific, you remember the face associated with it. A middle-aged man with a head full of jet-black hair, distraught. A not-so-quick Google search leads you to an interview taken minutes after the Shinjuku fire. Speeding through irrelevant clips and commentary, you finally come across the man.

"....And now, we're talking to one of the victims of this fire, whose shop, JV Sports Co., was just burnt down. Sir, sir, what do you have to say?", the reporter frantically asks in front of the cordoned-off building, smoke rising in streaks in the background as Yusuke Ishida's face takes up most of the screen.

Eyes red from smoke exposure, face sooty and hassled, tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to speak without his voice cracking.

"My shop...my precious shop, it's gone. It was a labour of love for me, and now it's been reduced to ashes," he laments, bravely sniffling as he's handed a tissue under the camera to wipe his eyes. "It was a haven for sports fans and the sole sustainer of my family. Now what should I do? Some hooligan's taken away my entire life from me! I beg the police, please find them and bring them to justice," he whines, finishing his statement and pushing the camera away from him to break down into wracking sobs.

This was convincing. Spider-Man, who'd been peering over your shoulders, whistles lowly. "That's a good actor right there. But a bad liar," he says, blowing a raspberry.

"He says that shop was his 'sole sustainer', but according to the business association records in Ginza, he's also the owner of a failed conveyor belt restaurant that was just hit with an eviction notice a month ago," Spider-Man explains, and your interests are piqued.

"How interesting. Here, even in the Minato complex, he's listed as the proprietor of the K-Mart that was just burnt to the ground."

"Convenient. Because that restaurant's in the dust now, too," Spider-Man counters, and for a second, the cogs turn in your head simultaneously.

"I think we've got our perp, Spidey," you say, with a small smile underneath your mask.

"That's what I was thinking too. But the motives don't add up," he contemplates, stretching back on the chair and tucking his arms underneath his head.

You hum.

Multiple sunken ventures, all now destroyed, connected to one man. He needs money, clearly. But what would burning down those plots get him? Revenge? Vindiction? What path would clearly lead him to money?

Spider-Man shoots up as if struck by heat lightning. "I've got it," he declares, proudly. "He's doing it to cash an insurance claim," he explains, and you gape, instantly feeling as though the puzzle pieces have fallen in place. An unexpected stroke of genius.

"Shit, that's it," you breathe lowly, pushing the chair back. "We gotta catch him before he can cash out," you agree, fumbling to switch the computer off.

Spider-Man is already one step ahead of you, shrugging his jacket on. You catch the peek of a keychain with the motif of a golden fox before he's shoving gloved hands into his pocket.

He looks back, and you can tell he's grinning under his mask. You, for the first time, feel a pang of guilt course through you.

"What're we waitin' around for then, partner?"

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