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Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @dogtit - featuring the voices of @hnilmik as Sombra, @totalspiffage as Tracer and Widowmaker, and myself as Reaper! There’s a big difference between hitting on someone and putting a hit on someone, Widowmaker…
that, as a slave, Yondu never learned how to read and write. After Stakar got
him free, he learned some things, the absolute basics and the most commonly used
runes of that part of the universe he lives in, but Yondu was too proud to let
Stakar’s team see him struggle over something so little, and too impatient to
be taught, so he never deepened his knowledge. He struggles with reading, has
to read slow and with squinted eyes, letters tumbling around in his head, and
writing… well, he can, but he does so horribly, without any rules of grammar or
spelling. He simply settles for asking people questions (either nicely or with
the help of his arrow) to get information that he needs. He has a translator for
spoken words, after all – it’s easier than learning to read those silly runes
where there is no device translating them for you.
Kraglin and Horuz join his Ravager clan, he simply leaves the whole reading and
writing thing to them. Especially Kraglin never asks why, would never think of
The funny thing?
It’s Peter who, indirectly and without knowing, helps Yondu get better at both
reading and writing.
The boy is
Terran – he has no idea how to read and write the alien runes he encounters
after he has been abducted. But he is curious, determined and young and smart
enough to learn a lot of things, if he finds the patience to do it. And after
he finds out that Kraglin doesn’t always have time for him to read him
everything, and Yondu is strangely aggravated whenever Peter asks for help with
reading, Peter decidces that he needs to learn it himself.
whining, yammering and being the most annoying little pest he can be, mixed
with good arguments (“How am I supposed
to be useful to you guys if you not even teach me?”), but finally, he
manages to convince them that they teach him. Kraglin teaches him the basics,
knowing that the others would not have the patience to teach those to a child
like Peter, who barely can sit still as it is. After that is done, Horuz takes
over the finer details, teaching Peter how to do correct grammar, write whole
sentence, and how to write formal and informal.
learns quick – despite everybody always telling him that he never learns, he
has a good head on his shoulders and is quick on the uptake. He is more than
proud of his success, in fact, he may or may not be gloating a bit.
So much, in
fact, that he has to show Yondu his success. The Captain always insists that
Peter’s head is filled with air, so Peter will prove him wrong.
So the boy
carries the few easy books the Ravagers picked up for him to Yondu, who is
currently placing a new trinket on his control console, and plops down in front
of the Centaurian. “Yondu, look what I learned today!”
time for ya, boy.”
ignores the grumbled answer – Yondu isn’t even doing something important, just
glancing out the window every now and then, or looking over to that one
communication device that has never shown any sign of life since Peter’s been
here. It looks bigger and flashier than the other direct and private comms,
decorated with the Ravager’s flames. Yondu has never once touched it, and never
has someone called from the other side.
Yondu is waiting for a call.
not going to happen, Peter knows, he starts explaining, draping his book all
over Yondu’s lap, making the Centaurian grunt in surprise. “See, today Horuz
explained to me how to read Xandarian runes…”
did I just tell ya…!”
see, I had this big problem with this rune here, but once I figured out that it
can have two different meanings, it’s super easy! You just have to read the
rest of the sentence to see which makes more sense, and…”
babbles onwards, pointing and explaining at highspeed, and he’s so captured by
all the new things he has to show, he doesn’t even notice that Yondu has neither
kicked him off nor threatened him any further. In fact, had Peter paid
attention to his surroundings, he would probably have noticed that Yondu’s
interest had long since been captured, red eyes following Peter’s finger
dancing over the runes intently, Yondu taking in what the boy gives him.
“… so, it’s
not even that difficult, once you get the hang of it!” Peter finishes, beaming
up at Yondu… who looks weirdly calm, the
boy realizes only now.
Kraglin’s loud voice saves Yondu from any explanation he has to give, his first
mate appearing behind his seat. “I told ye you’re supposed to help with dinner in exchange
for the readin’ lessons!”
cook will try to make me for dinner!”
I told ye we won’t let him. Scram, boy, Capt’n got stuff to do.”
behind as Kraglin drags the boy off (“Sorry ‘bout that, Capt’n.”) just sits
there with the books Peter has forgotten on his lap.
lifts one of them up, squinting at the letters Peter had just explained to him.
didn’t sound that difficult…
“You just have to get the hang of it.”
Stakar had told him, once, a long time ago, when Yondu had thrown his books
away out of frustration.
wanders over to the silent comm – the one and only direct comm to Stakar and
his team. He hasn’t used it since… their fallout, and Stakar hasn’t called him,
either. Of course not.
twitches towards it, as if he wants to use it… but he doesn’t. Won’t ever do
evening, when Peter leaves his reading lessons (and hooray, he had survived the
cook the night before!), he runs into a pair of legs at full-speed.
he gets for that is unmistakable, as is the glint of red somewhere over his
head. Luckily, the arrow is gleaming, but not out of its holster yet.
back that he doesn’t have to breathe in leather and plasma, Peter waves up. “Uh,
grin is gold and copper and pointy, but Peter has long since learned when he
has to fear that smile. Right now, he doesn’t have to. “How ya doin’ with that
want to know?!”
make sure that ya don’t mess up, eh?”
surprised (delighted) expression falls, and he pouts. “I’m not messing up.”
me what’cha got, then.”
when Kraglin walks in and finds both Peter and Yondu sitting on the ground next
to Yondu’s collection of trinkets, Peter having strewn out the books in front
of him and eagerly explaining what he has learned today, Kraglin doesn’t dare
the way Yondu actually listens, nodding
from time to time when Peter can’t see, together with the fact that Kraglin
never has seen the Captain read up until now, tells the first mate to shut his
mouth about this.
very quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind himself.
Hi :) I’d like to request a Jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already 🤗
A/N: I didn’t even proof read this because I got so emotional writing this. It’s probably not as intense as it felt when I was writing it but bloody hell I feel drained. If you want to get the full I-might-cry-at-any-moment experience I would highly suggest listening to the song Highspeeds by Elliot Moss. I really hope I did this request justice, any feedback would be much appreciated 💓💫
Jughead sat, slouched in his chair as he focused intently on
trying to quell the tears that were brimming in his icy eyes. Archie, Veronica
and Betty were all discussing the most efficient way to get Jughead a
girlfriend as Kevin feverishly nodded in agreement.
“You should smile more Jughead, nobody wants to date an
angsty emo y’know.”
“Veronica’s right Juggie and you need to get off your laptop
more, it makes you look unapproachable!”
“Betty’s right Jug and maybe try and lighten up with the
humor, girls don’t like people who joke about death.”
“Yes! You could totally
slay if you just put the effort in, after all there’s someone out there for
everyone,” Kevin added with terrifying enthusiasm.
He couldn’t bear it anymore, all of them talking about him
as if he were pining for a romantic companion. He didn’t need anyone, he needed her. He slammed his fist down on the table in front of him,
silencing his friends but going unnoticed by the rest of his schoolmates that
were eating lunch in the courtyard around him. A singular tear escaped from the
reddened rim of his eyes and ran down over the purple circles – accumulated after
many late nights staring intently at the bright, white illuminated screen of
his laptop – beneath and onto his pasty, slightly sunken cheeks. That was what
shocked his friends the most. Not his sudden outburst but his sudden revelation
of raw emotion. They didn’t dare to move, just awaited an explanation with wide
eyes and slackened jaws.
“I don’t need anyone so please just stop. I don’t need to
change and I don’t need to impress any girls because somehow I impressed her and she’s all that I want. I don’t
know how I did it but I did, I managed to peak the interest of a girl who’s
smile made the rays of the sun seem dim and unfulfilling. Then somehow that
innocent curiosity turned into something more, something that terrified me so
much that I lay in bed at night in my dad’s trailer wondering how I’d let myself
fall so hard and cursing myself, knowing how fractured I would be when I hit
the ground. Then one night in Pop’s she sat across from me and with tears in
her eyes, brows furrowed with sincerity and told me that she wished I could
love myself as much as she loved me. She told me that she saw a shooting star
the previous night and she had wished upon it but she hadn’t done so in vain,
she had wished that I saw myself as she saw me; emotionally strong but with the
gentlest touch, harsh but beautifully honest and imperfect but perfect to her. For
the first time in my life I saw myself in a different light because she told me
to and I clung onto her every word as if I was hanging from the edge of a
precipice and they were my lifeline. Then she leant over and placed a kiss on
my lips, except it wasn’t just a kiss, it was my salvation. With my lips
pressed against hers I felt safe for the first time in my life and at that very
moment I welcomed the feeling of falling because I was falling in love with a
who’s love was vaster than all of the oceans and who’s kindness melted even the
iciest of hearts…” Jughead’s voice trailed off as the growing lump in his throat
prevented any more words from escaping.
“Well then where is she?” Veronica asked with raised
eyebrows, lacking tact or the ability to mask her apparent confusion and doubt.
“She disappeared,” Jughead began, hoarse voice eliciting a
small gasp from each of his companions. “She disappeared and nobody cared but
me. They said she’d run away, that it was a common occurrence with girls her
age. They said she’d probably found herself an older man, a forbidden
relationship and run off with him to indulge in some naïve teenage fantasy but
I knew better. I knew she’d never do that; her selflessness wouldn’t allow it. She
would have never left knowing the pain it would have caused the people around
her…the people closest to her…me.
Something happened to her, something terrible and yet everyone just accepted
the simple explanation and moved on. I won’t move on. I can’t move on until I know what really
happened to her and it’s exhausting.”
Jughead looked up at his friends; Betty was sobbing
violently into the sleeves of her pink sweater, Veronica had teary black
streaks running down her face and Kevin was dabbing lightly at his eyes with a
perfectly folded tissue. Archie placed a calloused hand on his best friends’ slender
shoulder and his brown orbs – glistening with unshed tears – met grey ones.
“We’ll find her Jughead, all of us,” He began, auburn brows
furrowed with sincerity and concern. “We’re gonna help you find out what
happened to her no matter what, okay?”
“She was my everything Arch and nobody cared. Everybody
ignored her like she was nothing but when Jason Blossom died the entire town
rallied together even though he was an awful person. Nobody even remembers her name…” Jughead spoke in a strangled
whisper, tears now flooding down his ghostly face.
Haruka wanders over to Nagisa, placing his right hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, tears well up in Nagisa’s eyes as he begins to bawl loudly, wrapping Haruka in a big hug, heedless of those looking on around them.
Haruka shows no surprise or hesitation, though, only settling his hand softly on Nagisa’s head. “…Next up is the finals.”
“Yeah… Haru-chan! Haru-chan…!” After glancing up to look Haruka in his face, Nagisa goes back to weeping into his chest.