to glaze and protect

Sorry to bother, but can I just talk about ceramicists right now? and how of all the artists, they’re tied with photography in ‘concerning to the fae’? We wear iron dust like a second thought, in our hair and under our nails and dusted over our hands, stained into our skin in splashes of red iron oxide and earthenware clay. Everything in ceramics is iron, red clay and pretty much every traditional glaze, from celadon greens to brown-black temmokus. There’s a kind of transformative magic in pulling beautiful things from mud and iron and fire, but I imagine the EU ceramics department is that rare studio where red and buff stonewares and earthenwares are prized over translucent porcelain, where salt fire is used over soda. Could the Gentry even approach the ceramics building when a salt kiln was firing? The process is used less often because it throws off dangerous gasses as the salt vaporizes and glazes the pieces. I know it’s the idea of salt more than the thing, but would a salt-glazed pendant have the same protection as a packet of tablesalt? I have this image in my head of that being every basics student’s first assignment, a pendant of red-black stoneware glazed in iron oxides and salt, ceramics students rarely ‘borrowed’, less because they’re careful, and more because iron and salt have settled within incautious lungs, a fine patina of red has stained everything they own, there is iron in their shoes and salt in their hair, and the ceramics studio is the safest place in the art department, because I can’t say this enough. it doesn’t matter how careful you are, red clay dust contaminates everything in a ceramics studio, especially when everyone’s using the same clay at once. 

This is less coherent than I wanted it to be, but I just pulled my first glazed pieces of the year out of the kiln and am feeling sentimental about my concentration just now.

[x]

This is MARVELOUS hit me with that ceramics mythology I literally knew none of this and it’s beautiful

(also if you’re interested there’s a fic on AO3 involving ceramics!)

Snapping out. [Mark x reader]

this was a request by inyournightmares97, thank you and keep them coming in :)

summary: you and your boyfriend go out for a walk by the river and decide to drink a little. You get a bit tipsy and blurt out that you don’t like how he always wears snapbacks because they cover his beautiful face.

genre: fluff/angst

word count: 701

photo not mine

Your night had started off how it always did. Mark and you both sitting snuggled on the couch going through Instagram and reading articles. Then Mark turns to you and says “you know this doesn’t happen often, but I want to go out.” The two of you decide to buy beers at the convenience store and go for a walk by the river.  The evening breeze is a cool as your drinks and both of you walk in comfortable silence. 

After two cans you have become pretty tipsy, and Mark has yet to show any signs of the same. You reach a spot where both of you can sit and watch the sunset. “Darling~~” You say almost slurring. He just laughs. “Yes~~” He sings back, imitating you. “Is there anything you wou-would change about me?~” He doesn’t even pause before you hear “Of course not. Why do you have one for me?” You laugh and say “Let me see…”

You motion for him to stand up you twirl your finger around, and just for your amusement, he does a spin.You examine everything his perfect feet, and skinny long legs, his toned torso that you could still imagine under his layers of clothes; his arms that had held you a thousand times; his sculpted collar bones and soft kissable neck. But as you scanned upward his face was masked by the front of his snapback. A signature piece for Mark, but an inconvenience to you. 

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Not Saying a Word

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Kinder Than You – Part 1

My Heart Will be There – Part 1

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2437

Author: Just Kate

Warnings:There’s rain? I don’t know?!!

A/N: What’s up! What’s good! Part 3 comin’ atcha! (I’m channeling my inner Liza Koshy if you can’t tell) Anyways, guys! I’m so excited for this part, and I’m letting you guys have ONE MORE PART! It’s gonna be so mushy, you’re probably all gonna hate me… Anyways, thanks for all the notes, and thanks for all the requests! I’m slightly behind, but it’s the weekend, so I’ll try and have a couple rolled out soon! Hope you like Part 3!

“Y/N!” Nat called up the stairs. You took a deep breath, and walked out of your room.

“What’s up, Nat?” You asked. It was Saturday afternoon, and you were wallowing around until it was time to go over to Aunt May’s apartment and watch a that movie.

“What do you want for lunch?” Nat asked, heating up various left-overs on the stove.

“I, uh, I’m not hungry. Had a big breakfast.” You lied. Natasha looked at you with a withering look as you sat on the counter, kicking your feet back and forth.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, Y/N.” She reminded you. “You’re starving yourself over this Peter thing.” Nat’s eyes burned into yours.

“I’m not starving myself!” You retorted. “Plus, I ate a lot yesterday.”

“A milkshake does not count as a lot!” Nat said, stirring the contents in the pan vigorously. You were about to argue back, but Steve walked into the room, and pulled a bag of potato chips from the pantry. You and Nat continued to stare daggers at each other, and Steve finally caught the drift, realization seeping into his expression.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his head tilting with that patronizing look that always made you feel guilty. You looked at Nat, begging her not to say anything.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she feels bad about the fight with Peter.” She said, looking at you pointedly. Steve looked at you sadly.

“That is not what is going on! Just because I’m not hungry you guys act like I haven’t eaten in days!” You said, incredulous at their behavior.

“Y/N, I know Peter hurt you, but you can’t let him affect you like this.” Steve said, looking at you sharply to make you squirm. Your eyebrows raised angrily. They were completely misinterpreting everything.You opened you mouth to correct Steve when Tony came running into the kitchen.

“I smell tension and hear the sweet sound of arguing. Who offended who?” Tony asked, his expression completely serious, his eyes sparkling. Normally, you would have laughed, but this was exactly the wrong conversation to get all of the Avengers involved in.

“Nothing is going o–” You tried to explain, but Nat cut you off.

“Y/N is refusing to eat because she’s fighting with her boyfriend, Peter.” Your eyes widened, and your heart started pumping very fast. Tony rolled his eyes, and made a face at her. He was torn between the kids, and he had been working for weeks to try and figure a solution out that would force them to talk. He had worked something out with May eventually, and he was sick of the topic.

“What’s going on?” Bucky and Sam walked in, still sweaty from training. Bruce walked in after them with an interested expression on his face. Nat and Steve explained what was going on a 4th time, and then Thor walked in.

“Who disrespected Lady Y/N?” He asked in his deep voice. You buried your face in your hands, clenching your teeth. Tony poked you in the side, and your head shot up, a pained expression very clear on your face.

“Ow! Bruise?” You said, and everyone stopped talking and looked at you.

“Shouldn’t that have healed already?” Said Tony, concerned. You moved your mouth, but no sound came out. Natasha walked over, and lifted up your shirt slightly, just enough to see the massive bruise that had refused to heal after Peter had hurt you. Everyone looked at you with a worried, questioning look.

“Will you cut that out?!” You swatted Nat’s hand away, and looked at the floor. Steve spoke first after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Y/N… What happened? You got that bruise ages ago, and it wasn’t nearly that bad.” You bit your raw lip, trying to come up with an excuse, a lie, something, anything.

“Peter hurt her.” Wanda said from the back. She had slipped in quietly while everyone had been chattering. You closed your eyes, and when the flashbacks started, you opened your eyes again. Everyone could see the tears glazing them over.

“What happened? Bruce said. He had always been super protective of you, being the youngest, and he had also helped you with a lot of your anxiety and stress.

“Um, well, you see…” You stammered, your heart hurting like it did when you thought about Peter since the fight. Wanda walked up to you, and pressed her fingers very lightly to your bruise. You winced.

“They were fighting, and she said something that offended Peter, so he started walking away, and she grabbed his arm to try and stop him. He threw his arm back, and Y/N got pushed into table, hitting her side, and his hand smacked her cheek.” Wanda recited in a monotone, her eyebrows pressed together and her eyes closed as she saw the incident through your mind. You looked around, trying to avoid all eye contact.

“That doesn’t explain why it hasn’t healed yet.” Bucky said quietly. Bruce looked at you.

“Sometimes pressure added to an already existent flesh wound, especially if that wound hasn’t had time to heal, can lead to a prolonged recovery period.” He walked up to you, and mildly starting poking the black and blue flesh. “Did you hit the corner of the table?” He asked you, looking up. You nodded solemnly. “It looks like she either fractured a rib, or the table broke the bottom couple layers of skin, which would lead to a blood build-up, since the skin cells would need to develop the special qualities that are found in the bottom-most layers of skin. Possibly both.” Bruce concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Steve asked. He was giving you the look again. You shrugged in response.

“She was trying to protect Peter, even after all the stuff he’s done to her.” Natasha answered softly.

“He just doesn’t understand the reach of his powers. He doesn’t understand how powerful his reflexes are.” Your voice wavered, and you focused on trying to control your tears.

“But you still let him walk all over you.” Sam said bluntly. You knew everyone was silently agreeing with him. You shook your head,  hopped of the counter, and walked back to your room without looking back. When you were safely out of earshot, you muttered one heart-breaking sentence.

“Not anymore.”

***

You were at May’s, eating a bowl of ice cream and watching that movie. She was on the other side of the couch, remembering how she would always watch princess movies with you when you were little. The ending credits started rolling through the screen, and you smiled. It was a good movie, and you had really liked it. You wondered if you would ever be able to persuade Peter to watch it with you, and your heart dropped. He wouldn’t. He hated you, Liz had said so, and he had obviously told her stuff you didn’t know. He had chosen her, and you been left in dark, your heart shattering because he hadn’t wanted it.

“Are you thinking about him?” May asked. She had watched the quick transition of your smile to a broken expression. You looked at her, and a tear slid down your cheek without permission. You swiped it away, and faked a smile. 

“No. That was a good movie, though. It really reminds me of one of my other favorites.” You told her about one of your favorite movies.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen that one!” May said. She was lying, but she had to keep to the plan that she and Tony had been working on for days. 

“Really? It’s amazing! I’m sure you would love it, and it’s on Netflix.” You said.

“Let’s watch it then!” May said excitedly, fiddling with the remote. You looked at your phone, wondering if you should go home. You knew Peter wouldn’t be back anytime soon, but you didn’t want to risk the chance.

“It’s only 7, and I’m sure Tony won’t mind if I text him. Peter won’t be back until the morning.” She reminded you. You nodded, despite the voice in the back of your head warning you of something wrong. The movie started, and you watched it, eating your ice cream slowly. When a scene you didn’t like started, you got up to put your bowl in the sink. When you had washed out your bowl, you sunk to the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest as your side throbbed. Bruce had taken a couple X-Rays before you left for May’s, and just to your luck, you had both the conditions that Bruce had been talking about. The pain killers were just starting to wear off, and you had forgotten the next dosage at the Tower. You knew that Peter had some in his room for when you guys would come back from watches with injuries, but you didn’t want to go get them just yet. You rested your head on you knees when you heard the door open, and a very familiar voice start talking.

“Hey, I’m back.” Peter’s voice echoed in from the front room.

“I thought you were at Ned’s.” May’s voice answered.

“His mom needed him to do some stuff, so we’ll just work on the English project later.” Your shoulders started shaking, but you knew you should go back in. It would be less awkward than if he walked in and saw you crying on the floor without any explanation. You walked out, your hands crossed over your torso, trying you keep your heart together. Peter turned at the noise of your bare feet scuffing the floor. You bit your lip at the confused face you were giving him, but then his face brightened. 

“What-what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, and you bit your lip. You didn’t think you would be able to talk.

“Y/N and I are having a movie night since she hadn’t been over in a while.” May answered for you, and you nodded, slipping past him to the couch.

“Oh, that-that’s cool.” Peter answered, and you wanted to start crying again. Here he was, acting like nothing had ever happened, not your escape, not the fight, not even the Liz thing. Like he didn’t even know you. Peter sat down on the arm chair, and started watching the movie with you. He had seen it before, you had made him because it was one of you favorites. Your only focus was on not looking at Peter. You didn’t know how many more brutal hits you could take. You could feel him staring at you, and it was all becoming a little too difficult. You were about to make an excuse about having to go home when May’s phone buzzed with a text. 

“Shoot, they need me down-town to cover a grave yard shift for someone.” She said, jumping off the couch and grabbing her keys. You got up to go, but May blocked the door from you.

“Tony said that they got a mission call, and he wants you to stay here because you’re hurt,” Peter’s eyebrows knitted together in concern and guilt. “and he told Peter to not worry about coming in. Whatever that means.” She showed you her phone to prove, and your shoulders sank in defeat. May said goodbye to both of you, and you fell back on the couch. After about 10 minutes of neither of you saying anything, you got up, and walked out the door. Peter shot up after you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard as you walked out of the apartment complex and into the rain. You were almost instantly drenched, but you continued to walk until you felt someone grab your arm. You whipped around in alarm, but all you saw was Peter’s face, with his drenched hair dangling in front of his eyes. You got the urge to move them back into place, and you shook your head, trying to ignore the electricity you felt at his touch. 

“What?” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“Where are you going? Mr. Stark told you to stay here!” Peter said, shaking his head to clear the water out of his eyes. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well, I honestly don’t care what Tony says, and I really don’t want to bother you!” You shouted through the downpour. You shook Peter’s hand off your arm, and started walking again. You had only made it a couple paces when you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist, picking you up.

“Peter, stop! Put me down, right now!” You yelled, trying to kick out of his grasp. You cursed his powers, because there was no way he could have done this before the spider bite. 

“Mr. Stark told you to stay here! Plus, what will Aunt May think when she comes back and your gone?”

“I don’t care! Put me down!” You said, trying to ignore the building pain in your side. Peter walked into the alley beneath his window, and shot a web to the fire escape, pulling you up with him. You held in a cry as he held your side. When you got to his window, he let go, and you started running, trying to get far enough away so you could zap back into the Tower. You were about ready to zap, but one of Peter’s webs caught your back, preventing you from running any further.

***

Peter’s POV:

I stared at Y/N running, and I grinned. She’s my best friend, and I missed her more than I could explain, but seeing her again just made me happy. And she didn’t look anxious or anything, like May said. I just wanted a chance to say sorry, but I chickened out.

***

Peter pulled the web back until he could pick you up again. You didn’t bother trying to fight, you were exhausted and freezing from the cold rain. He was smiling down at you, and a tear rolled down your cheek without his notice, This is how you wanted it to be, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Liz telling you that Peter hated you. He jumped through his open window, still holding you in his arms. You secretly marveled at his strength. He put you down, and you walked back into the front room without saying a word. Peter followed you, and watched you slump into the couch, defeated. He sat back in the armchair, watching you as you curled up and watched the movie again. Not saying a word.


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I Am Good: Jason Scott X Reader [PART III]

PART I PART II

Prompt: When you figured out Jason was a Power Ranger and the others finding out you were one as well, to say you were beyond pissed is an understatement. And because of your growing anger, Jason, being the leader, has to do everything in his power to get you to cooperate with them.

Requested: Yes and no.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Semi-strong language

Author’s Note: I SAW WICKED FOR THE FIRST TIME LAST WEDNESDAY AND I HAVE MAJOR INSPIRATION FOR THIS NOW SO AFTER THE DONNIE ONESHOT EXPECT A LOT OF THESE UPDATES AND AJOR REFERENCES! This series might be longer than I thought but oh well. Also, after I finish this series, I’m probably going to start writing series for the other rangers, but I’ll have to think about that first. Also, things might be weird now, but they’ll clear up later on I promise.

Your name: submit What is this?


Jason let you up, but you felt everyone’s eyes focused on you, or rather your skin color. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but with your skin tone, it just looked as though you became an even darker shade of the sickly green color. You stared down at the floor, rubbing your arm in sheer embarrassment. You wanted to snap at them, but then you remembered what happened a mere moment ago and thought it’d be best to keep your mouth shut.

“How is there a green ranger?” The pink one asked. “I thought Rita was-?”

“She was.” A booming voice said.

“Zordon,” Jason said, his mask pulling back to reveal his rugged and handsome features. “Care to explain this?”

You stared at him, your eyes glazing over as you took in his face being protected by his red armor. It almost freaked you out that the guy who stuck up for you earlier that day was in fact one of the people who saved the town before you showed up to Angel Grove.

“Just as you, after the original Power Rangers died, new beings worthy enough of taking the position in protecting the Earth. Y/N, was it?” The old-sounding voice spoke through the cave. You nodded. “Y/N, is just the same as your five.”

“So we have an alien on our team now?” The black ranger asked.

“Species does not matter when it comes to the Power Rangers.”

You clenched your jaw and felt your fingertips digging into the palms of your hands. “I’m not an alien…” You said through gritted teeth.

“What?” The blue ranger asked.

“I’m not an alien,” You repeated only louder and obviously angrier. “I’m human! And I’m a human who’s not going to stay here another minute! Keep the damn coin, I don’t want it!”

You started speed-walking from the scene, mumbling to yourself about how bad of an idea this was and that you needed to get away from all these crazy people. You were also pretty sure you added somewhere in there that hopefully your father would want to move again and you’d get away and start yet another new life.

“Wait, Y/N, wait!” You heard the others running up to you.

“And don’t shout my damn name like any of you know me! We are not friends and I don’t ever want to be! Hope we have an understanding with each other!” You said over your shoulder, catching a glimpse at the other rangers rushing after you with their masks peeled to show you their faces.

The blue one who had so clearly spoken out about your skin tone was Billy Cranston. The pink one had been Kimberly Hart, not that that part really surprised you. The yellow one was Trini Kwan and the black one had been Zack Taylor. And they were all hurrying towards you.

“Y/N, listen, we didn’t mean what we said, you know.” Jason said, trying to calm you down.

“Mmm, yeah you did.” You sarcastically nodded. “Oh, but don’t worry. At least I’m not some alien you pissed off!”

You were nearing the exit when you heard the voice from above shout, “You cannot leave!”

“Oh yeah?” You laughed impertinently. “Well guess what? I’m not stopping for you, for them, or that god forsaken coin that severely screwed up my life more than it was already screwed up!” You heard rattling and felt the coin hit your back. “Oh, look, it’s back again!”

“Y/N, if you would please, just listen-”

“Nope! I don’t need to listen!”

“You are a Power Ranger, a responsibility you need to take on.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t even know what the Hell that is! I don’t know what this coin is, I don’t even know any of you! So, if you don’t mind, I’m going back home where there is Netflix and leftover pizza waiting for me. Oh, and as far as I’m concerned, none of this ever happened, so don’t even think about trying to get to me while we’re in school!” You pointed your gaze directly at the five teenagers. “I mean it!”

You stood directly under the upside down water. You figured that since there was no ladder or anything, you had to jump. You figured that your ability would help you there, and you were right, for you went soaring up into the water and bobbed back to the top.

“Jason,” Zordon spoke after you left. “You know what you have to do.”


You walked home, dripping with water and shivering because of the cold.  You rubbed your hands up and down your arms for just a little bit of warmth to come to your body, but it was no use. You were still livid, but you were just glad that it was late and no one would be outside to see you in all your green glory.

You heard a rickety vehicle coming from behind you, but if they passed you, they wouldn’t be able to see your face anyway, so you continued walking. It wasn’t until the car began to slow down that you began to panic only slightly.

“Need a ride?”

Instantly knowing the voice and being unafraid to glare at him, you turned and gave Jason Scott the most hardened and cold stare you could muster and said, “Not from you.”

“Y/N, listen-”

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk to me?” You interrupted.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to pretend none of this ever happened?” Jason smugly asked.

You raised an eyebrow and sighed, “Fair enough.”

“So, how about that ride?” Jason offered again.

You hesitated for a moment. A ride did sound pretty wonderful right now since your house was still about twenty minutes away if you walked and you were really cold. You had a miniature battle in your head, but another wave of shivers racked your body and you decided that getting a ride home with him in warmth was better than having to continue forward with goosebumps running along with arms. You pulled the car door open and slid into the passenger seat, not saying a word.

As the car started up and smoothly headed down the road, you could see Jason staring at you out of the corner of his eyes, as if he forgot your skin color. You doubted he saw it that well in the night, but seeing you with light on your face must’ve reminded him of your differences.

“So, Y/N-” Jason cleared his throat, playing off his sudden staring game.

“You don’t have to pretend like this doesn’t faze you, you know.” You said, cutting Jason off.

“What?”

“I can tell that this makes you feel uncomfortable. After all, who wouldn’t feel disturbed at the very least that someone has skin the color of an emerald?” You halfheartedly laughed.

“No! No, that’s not at all-”

“Like I said, you don’t have to pretend.” You scoffed. “I mean, you guys did attack me earlier.”

“Only because we thought you were…” Jason’s voice faded off once he realized what he was about to say.

“Right.” You used your tongue to your bottom lip. “Because you thought I was an alien, a monster, a freak, whatever you want to call it.”

“Look, Y/N, I’m truly sorry about that. But you have to understand that after what we went through with Rita Repulsa, we’ve learned to be more vigilant of things.” Jason explained.

There was that name again. You knew Kimberly had used it earlier before, but you hadn’t the slightest idea just who she was.

“Who’s Rita?” You asked, looking over at Jason for the first time since you stepped into the car. “Kimberly and that Zordon guy said she was the green ranger or whatever before I came along. So what exactly happened to her?”

“I thought you wanted to pretend that this never happened.” Jason said again.

“I don’t,” You replied. “But an explanation would at least be nice…”

“Okay then.” Jason started. “Rita was a member of the Power Rangers before, but she somehow got corrupted and killed most of the other rangers before falling into the ocean and remaining there for centuries. She somehow rose up again a short while ago and caused all that destruction. Luckily, we found the coins before she managed to create her monster and find what she wanted. That would’ve been worse of a disaster, but we were able to slap her through the stratosphere so she can never return.”

You remained silent. Your mind wandered to dark places when you heard of this, places you didn’t even want to think about. It took you to a world of insults and malicious names your father had said you to you growing. It brought you back to a time where you did something so… so awful, that it haunts you to this very day. It reminded you of everything you never, ever wanted to be.

You pulled your green coin out of your pocket. And then you got to thinking.

These Power Rangers were good, and nothing but. So maybe if you did and proved that you were good despite what your father and all you had done in the past, then maybe you could prove to yourself that you weren’t what your father saw you as! Imagine that… after years and years of screwing up and being a disappointment, you could do something right for once.

“Jason?”

“Hmm?” Jason hummed, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Well… Say I at least try to be a Power Ranger,” You said slowly, carefully choosing your words. “Say I agree to just attempt to live with all of this. Can you promise me that I won’t be treated any different than if I looked normal? Because if I’m going to do this and not regret, I’d rather not be branded as an alien from Mars for the time being.”

“You’ll do it?” Jason asked, almost in shock that you said you would agree to being a ranger.

“We’ll see how it goes, but that’s only if you can do that for me.” You spoke, your face not showing much emotion.

“I will, I swear. I promise to that no one will say anything about, well… that.”

You just leaned back into the seat while shaking your head. You spotted your house as the car rolled towards and told Jason when to stop, even if you figured he sort of knew since his friends had practically followed you home that day. When the car rolled to  stop, you unbuckled before looking over to Jason.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. Thanks for agreeing with us.” Jason felt the need to add the last statement with a smug smirk, almost feeling proud for doing nothing.

“Like I said,” You pointed out. “I’ll see how it goes, then we’ll talk. Goodnight, Jason.”

“Night, Y/N.” Jason shouted to you as you hurried towards your house door.

When you entered, you noticed something was different. You were used to the empty feeling of the house since it was just you, but this was different than an empty feeling. This was something darker, more sinister, and more than anything your body would handle. It was almost sickening to you, but the laugh that followed was even worse.

You looked around, but saw no one. “Hello?”

“Well, looks like my replacement has finally arrived home.” A sly, feminine voice purred from behind you, close to your ear.

You felt like whipping around to face the person but you felt immobilized and weren’t able to move a single muscle. All you could do was breath heavily as you felt something with an almost nonexistent touch sharp lightly trace your jawbone without cutting your skin. You saw a woman with noticeably electric blue eyes and pieces of golden shards framing her thin and monstrous features. She wore a forest green body suit that had rigid edges and around her dark, dark hair and her neck were cords that were so scaly and dark that they looked like snakes, giving you the impression this terrifying woman who somehow managed to enter your house was in fact descended from one.

“Well, well, well.” The woman smiled nefariously, showing off her golden teeth. “I’m not surprised that the coin chose someone so… vibrant, to take my place. Seems they make such odd decisions these days. But I must say, what perfect skin to match, though.”

“W-Who are you?” You barely managed to choke out.

“Y/N, was it?” The woman asked. You couldn’t nod, but she figured she was right. “You aren’t very bright, are you? And after all the red ranger just told you?”

And it clicked. “Rita.”

She laughed darkly, “That’s right. And you’re the one who’s taking my place as the green ranger.”

“H-H-How? Jason, he said that you-”

“Were thrown into space? Well, he’s right about that. And unfortunately, I’m still there, floating about, frozen in the vast and open range of space. But a consciousness can still live on, Y/N, and mine is right here, speaking to you.”

“That can’t be possible.”

“Oh, but it is, darling. Our minds are connected since we’re so alike. Since we’re both the living green rangers.”

“We’re nothing alike! You destroyed most of the town! You killed so many!”

“And you haven’t?” Rita tilted her head, pretending to be innocent. Your eyes widened, fearful of how she could possible have any knowledge of that. “That’s right, Y/N. I know all about what you did to your poor, poor sister and that mother of yours. So tragic, isn’t it?”

“What do you want?” You spat, avoiding the subject.

“Oh, I don’t want anything. I’d just thought I’d greet the new green ranger. And now that I have, I suppose I’ll take my leave. See you soon, Y/N.”

You didn’t remember how she vanished, but you just knew she was gone before you even blinked your eyes. And when she was out of sight, you felt the sensations come back to your body all at once rendering you helpless as you sunk to the floor in a puddle of terror. To say the least you didn’t sleep very well that night.

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PART IV

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“I know you care about me but I can protect myself.” you assured Wanda.

“No, you can’t, Y/N!” her voice broke a little as she glanced at you. Wanda got so wild when she heard you wanted to join the mission that she went straight to your lab and confronted you.

You walked around the desk where you just worked on your newest invention and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean? I can’t protect myself because I don’t have powers like you or are not as strong as Rogers?” you replied, covering up how hurt you actually felt by her comment.

If there was one person who you always thought believed in you, it was – well, it was Tony too – but for you most importantly Wanda. While she almost lost all her hope about getting her powers in control and trying to understand them, you helped her up and gave her some new faith. Now it sounded like she didn’t think of you like that.

“I didn’t mean it like–”

“No,” you said and looked up to her. “It’s alright,”

Even if it wasn’t alright, you couldn’t stand it to be in the same room as her any more. For once, you didn’t want to look Wanda in the eyes any more.

You were the worst when it came to stay mad at people you care about. That’s why you couldn’t stay mad at Wanda for a long time. You walked over to her room and stopped at her opened door. Sometimes it looked like she was an open book which was yet so full of secrets that you all wanted to know. She sat on her bed, watching the news so thoughtfully that she didn’t even notice you.

You just quietly leaned against the door frame and as you glanced at her, you knew you could never be angry with her because of something she said and did. “It was my fault,” she suddenly said before she looked at you, causing you to enter her room and sat down next to her on her bed.

“No, it’s not,” you simply answered.

“It is,” she sighed. “And I’m sorry. I do know you can protect yourself but I don’t know… I got so scared when I heard you wanted to join the mission.”

“But why?” you asked her confused.

“What if something happens to you and I can’t be there for you? What if nobody will be there for you when you get hurt? I can’t let that happen. I don’t want that to happen” Wanda explained with a quiet voice, sounding like she was almost too afraid to admit it. You knew she got that feeling since she lost her brother Pietro but you’ve never thought she might feel that way about you. 

“That won’t happen. And even if, I will know that I die for something good.” you told her and grabbed her hand. “I need you to put your trust in me.”

Wanda’s glaze laid on your hands. “I’ll do anything to protect you. You know that, Y/N.” 

You knew you couldn’t stop her from doing that. In a life-death situation she will be driving by her fears and her feelings. You had no clue what exactly she was feeling for you but you knew you would die for her too. 

“How about we cook something?” you asked her. “Or more likely you teach me something?” 

“That would be nice,” she smiled. 

The Path Between: The End and A New Beginning

Y/N’s POV

I gasped in shock. Bucky Barnes was kissing me. The most feared assassin in the world was kissing me.

My gasp of shock allowed Bucky entrance into my mouth. I could feel him smirk against my lips. Cocky son of a bitch. His hands gripped at my waist as his lips attacked mine. I bit down on his bottom lip enticing a low groan from his mouth before his hands pulled my hips closer to his. My brain stopped working. Without breaking contact he skidded his lips down the side of my neck. I dug both hands into his back as he turned to push me onto the bed. Bucky began to pull up the hem of my shirt as he moved his lips down to the hollow of my neck. This should not be happening.

I bit back a moan before yanking myself away and rolling onto the floor. I panted. “Don’t….do that again.” I said breathlessly before standing and heading out of the bed room.

“Y/N…..” Bucky started.

I turned and glare back at him noticing that his eyes had gone extremely dark. I took a few more steps back. “Don’t.” I said with more control and confidence in my voice than I felt.

His eyes hardened as he stared at me making me run cold. “It’s going to happen. You and I are inevitable” He said walking towards me.

“No.” I say turning and heading out of the room. He would never understand that we could never happen.

He smirked at me. “No matter how scared you are you can’t deny the pull.”

I gulped and continued down the hall. God how I wanted to turn around and just finish what he started. I shook my head at my thoughts nothing good would ever come from giving into that temptation.

As I sat down on the couch I felt Bucky’s eyes on me. I concentrated on a spot on the
trying to push the thoughts about what almost happened out of my mind when Bucky approached me from my place on the couch. “We need to talk.”

I swallowed. It has only been a few minutes and my body still felt like it was on fire. There was no way in hell I could have a conversation about what just happened.

“B-”

He chuckled. “Not about that. Escape plan in case they find us first.” He says sitting down on the end table in front of me.

I studied him for a minute. That was a great idea, one we should have thought of as soon as we arrived. “That’s a great idea…” I said trailing off for him to continue to speak.

“Weapons?” He asked switching straight to soldier mode.

I nodded. “There is a tactical storage behind the closet. There’s a number of hand guns, a bow and arrow, two sets of various knives, a bunch of rifles and-“

“A full tactical arsenal?” He says cutting me off.

I shrugged my shoulders. “S.H.I.E.L.D is nothing if not prepared for tragedy.”

He nods. “Exits?”

“The main one we used to get in, the windows, and of course there’s also two emergency exits. One’s a tunnel that leads down to the stream. The other one goes to the nearest town.”

Bucky nods. “We’ll use the first one. That way we can use the forest to cover our tracks.”

I nodded. “Fine.”

“Y/N about ear-”

I stood up and glared at him. “Nothing. Nothing happened.” I say vehemently.

Bucky’s eyes turn cold as he stares at me. “Just because you’re scared of me does-”

I groaned backing away from him. “Just let it go Barnes!” I say heading to the bedroom to once again escape Bucky. I felt his eyes burning into my back as I escaped from him, if only there was a way for me to escape myself.

It has been a week and a half, still nothing from Fury or any member of S.H.I.E.L.D. I was getting nervous especially since I seemed to be living with a caged animal, a caged animal who wanted to apparently…No! Do not even go there. Ever since that night I have been avidly avoiding being in the same room as Bucky for extended periods of time.

I sighed as I walked out of the bedroom and headed past Bucky who was asleep on the couch. I watched him as approached the couch he was wearing a snug black t-shirt and sweatpants which just made things for me worse. As I passed he snaked his arm out to capture my wrist making me stop. Damn, he wasn’t sleeping.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He growled out.

“I’m-”

He growled and tightened his hand around my wrist. “This is a tiny cabin Y/N. and what did I tell you about lying to me?”

I gulped all those stories about Bucky Barnes being a sweet and charismatic man must have been lies because this man was anything but.

“I was going to say I’m not interested in being around you.” I said putting venom in my voice.

Bucky tugged on my wrist causing me to topple over the couch and land on top of him. “What did I tell you about lying moya lyubimaya?” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist caging my body to his.

“What?” I asked. Okay Nat taught me a lot of Russian that was not one. “Your what?”

He smirked at me before his face returned to being serious. “Why are you avoiding me?” He said loosening his hold around my waist.

I groaned. “We can’t happen Bucky!”

I struggled against him, which only landed me into an awkward position. I was now straddling Bucky fricken’ Barnes. This was not going to end well. “I told you why. Not my problem if you don’t believe me.” I said glaring at him. “Let me go Barnes!”

He let go of my wrist but instead of letting me up he flipped us over. Bucky leaned down to kiss me but suddenly he turned his head away from me.

“Let me-”

Bucky covered my mouth with his in a ruff kiss. Before pulling away to look out the window. “Sh. Don’t say anything.” He slowly got off of me and pulled me up under his arm. “We have company.” He said dragging me to the bedroom where the weapons were stashed. “Grab all you can carry.”

“Buc-”

He glared at me. “Don’t speak. Get dressed and ready to leave. It’s the people I worked for.”

I gulped and nodded. How the hell did they get to us before Fury? Better question, how the hell had he already heard them coming?

I ran to the bedroom and quickly flung open the door to reveal to S.H.I.E.L.D uniforms and quickly began to peel off my clothes. As I tugged the shirt over my head

Bucky walked in and stripped off the black t-shirt and I couldn’t help but stare at his well chiseled out chest. I begin to pull my pants on as I stare at him. If anything his metal arm made him even better looking. I shook my head quickly zipping up my pants. This was not the time to be admiring the view.
Bucky and I dressed in silence. I began strapping on various knives and hand guns before finally noticing Bucky was staring at me.

“What?” I whispered attaching the last knife to my thigh.

“You’re beautiful.” He says zipping up his vest and attaching various weapons to himself.

“We might die and that’s what you wanted to tell me?” I said sarcastically.

He gave me a small smile. “Let’s go.”

I nod and we make our way to the tunnel. As we enter the tunnel we were silent.

As we make our way through the tunnel I had a feeling this was not going to end well. Our trek through the tunnel was made in silence until we hit the forest. I just prayed to god that whoever it was Bucky was working for didn’t find us.

Bucky’s POV

I glanced at Y/N pulling out her weapons preparing to fight. I nodded towards the left.

I led the way she closely followed behind me. For someone so young it amazaed me at the talent she had of being a spy. For twenty minutes we walked in silence until I heard the chopper from above.

I felt my heart stop. There was no way we could out run or gun them. However, I was not going to let her die because they wanted me. I grabbed Y/N and yanked her against one of the trees that was able to hide both of us.

“Bu-”

I put my hand over her mouth. “I have a plan.” I say making sure to keep my sense on high alert

I could feel her trembling.

I moved my hand off of her mouth and rested my forehead against hers. “You have to promise me something though.” I say running my human arm up and down hers.

She gives me a weird look. “What?” she whispers out.

“First promise you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

She swallows and nods. “Alright I promise.”

I nod. “Say my name.”

“Wh-” she stops staring back at me . “I promise Bucky.” She says quietly. “What’s the second thing?”

I smile it was nice to hear her say my name, even if it was going to be the last time. I interlock both of our hands. I slowly bring them above her head and pin them there. I desperately lean down and kiss her. Pouring as much of me into the kiss as possible. I wanted her to remember me. I wanted her to think of me even after I was gone. With my metal hand I effectively hold both her arms up and allow my human arm to trace the curves of her body as if to permanently etched it into my mind.

I smile as I feel her kiss me back with just as much fever. She moans into the kiss and tries to pull her arms free.

I drop my hand from her and grab the knife attached to my leg. I pulled away from her and locked eyes with her lustful glazed ones.

I turned off my emotions I needed to protect her best I could.

“Scream.” I say with a monotone before using my knife to cut a wound into her abdomen. I bit back my bitter smile knowing she would have screamed either way but this way she knew it had to be louder, “Listen carefully Y/N… Don’t come looking for me… Like you said I’m just a ghost story…”

I gently helped her to the ground as she screams in pain.

“Bucky…” She says looking at me like I betrayed her before she lost consciousness

I kiss her softly on the lips. “You’ll barely have a scar. It isn’t that bad. The amount of blood you’ll lose won’t be a lot. It will just look like a lot. You’ll wake up and be able to go home. Remember you promised.” I give her a tight smile before standing over her body. “They’ll think you’re dead moya lyubimaya. ”

I heard them approach and turned to look at them menacingly. “About time. Tell them the job is done.” I said as I brushed past them heading in the direction the soldier came from. Leaving behind the only human piece of me with the woman covered in blood.

I brushed past a number of soldiers glaring at each one. I boarded the chopper without another word.

An hour later we were back at headquarters and I was being led back to the chair. “You think you’re so clever. Too bad you won’t remember a thing Barnes.” I heard a voice say.

“Enough wipe him and put him back. We will need him for the next phase!” I heard angry voice shout.

“Yes sir.” The scientist whimpered.

I opened my mouth and as one of them placed the guard in. I just hoped to God they left her so she could live. In a second my whole mind was consumed with a searing pain I screamed wishing I was dead.

Normal POV

I woke up groaning alone in the dark. “Fuck!” I groaned out grabbing a hold of my right side. I remembered looking into Bucky’s eyes, the eyes of a predator. I glanced around I was still in the woods…alone. I winced as I looked down to asses the damage. Not a lot of blood nothing vital was disturbed. He did it on purpose. I sighed feeling tears. Great. Just fucking perfect. I stood and began limping in the direction Bucky and I talked about. They took him back. Bucky was gone and I was on my own. I groaned as I used the surrounding trees to keep from falling over. This was just fantastic. His words were on a loop in my head.

“Remember I’m just another ghost story…”

Present Day (Set During CA:TWS)

Y/N’s POV

I groaned. As I heard my phone ring, I was going to kill Pierce. I just got off my ninth straight mission I needed a damn break. I don’t give a shit if he was head of S.H.I.E.L.D or not. “Hello?”

“Y/N….”

I sat up quickly. Something was wrong.“Steve wh-”

“We need help. There’s a car out front waiting for you. Don’t ask any questions he’s a friend.” He said before I heard the click.

What the hell? I quickly pulled on my jeans and threw a black t-shirt on along with my combat boots and headed out the door. I spotted a man wearing a green shirt that I didn’t recognize.

“You must be Y/N.”

I quirked my eyebrow at him, “Yeah…” I said waiting for him to tell me who the hell he was. This has to be the guy Steve was talking about.

He stuck his hand out for me to shake. “Sam Wilson, friend of Steve Rogers.”

I nodded. I figured as much.

“Mind coming for a ride with me?” He said rounding to the driver’s side of the car.

I shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind telling me what the hell is going on.

He laughed. “Deal.”

I climbed into the passenger seat of the car. I waited as Sam rounded the car. “How much do you know about what’s going on?”

“Nothing. I honestly just got Stateside three hours ago and wasn’t planning on checking in for a few more hours.” I stared at Sam. “Why didn’t Steve pick me up?”
Sam gave me a sideways glance. “According to S.H.I.E.L.D him and Natasha are fugitives.”

My eyes widened. “There is no way in hell Stev-“

Sam chuckled. “I know . That’s why I am helping.”

“What is going on?”

“I’ll just give you the cheats. Basically Hydra is still around and inside S.H.I.E.L.D. We don’t know how or what they are up to.”

“Shit.” I groaned. All these years working with people lik-I shook my head. “What else?”

“They tried to kill Steve and Natasha.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah apparently the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D is also dead.”

Fury was dead? The surprise must have been on my face.

“I take it nobody informed you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Surprise. Surprise. We’re we going to?” I asked as we headed further into D.C.

“We are going to get answers but first we have a date to pick up.”

I laughed. “By pick up you mean kidnap?”

Sam laughed. “Same thing, right?”

We climbed out of the car and sat down in the out door portion of a small cafe. We each ordered a drink and paid while waiting for our ‘date’.

“Who exactly are we looking for?” I asked. Sitting down in the chair opposite of him.

“Natasha said to tell you it was Agent Baldy.”

“Sitwell?”

Same laughed. “Yeah. S-Looks like he’s not alone.”

I looked up and recognized Senator Stern and Jasper Sitwell. That was odd I had no idea they ran in the same circles. I watched as Sitwell leaned in and whispered something to the Stern. When Stern and his guards walked away I turned to look at Sam.

“Game time.” Sam said as Stern walked away.

Sitwell glanced at his phone before dismissing his agents. I took a drink of my coffee and watched Sitwell answer his phone.

“Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” Sam says.

I choke on my coffee and bite back a laugh.

Sam wiggled his eyebrows at me before answering whatever Sitwell asked. “The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock with the extremely hot babe.” Sitwell looks at his two. I chuckled to myself. What an idiot.

“Your other ten o'clock.” Sam says and I can tell he was rolling his eyes.

Sitwell turns to see us sitting a few feet away.

“There you go.” He said into the phone before covering it. “This guy is an idiot.”

“Be glad you’ve never had to work with him.” I mumble.

Sam turned his attention back to Sitwell. “ You’re going to go around the corner, to your right. There’s a grey car, two spaces down. You and I along with this lovely lady are going to take a ride.”

Sam nodded for me to get up but seemed to have to responded to Sitwell again. “Because that tie looks really expensive, and I’d hate to mess it up.”

I looked at Sitwell’s chest and sure enough a small red light from the gun being pointed at him. I laughed Natasha was here.
Sam and I both got up and followed a ways behind Sitwell back to the car.

As I walked up to him, “Back seat there pal.” I say brushing past him to sit in the front.

Sitwell looked at me confused. “Agent Y/L/N…”

“Sitwell.”

“You working with this traitor?”

I glared at him. “From where I am standing Sitwell you’re the traitor. Now get in the damn car.” I say slamming my door behind me.

Half hour later after randomly driving around the city to make sure we weren’t tracked Sam and I pulled up to a building.

Sam nodded to signal for me to get out. “You take him. I have something to do real quick.”

I nodded and climbed out of the car. “Lets go.” I say grabbing a hold of Sitwell.

He glared at me. “You’re going to pay for this Y/N.”

I glared at him. “I’d like to see you make me. Now get inside.”

We entered the building. “Stairs” I say pushing him in that direction.

He turned to glare at me. As we reach the top set of stairs I spot Nat and Steve.

“Long time know see stranger.” Nat says to me.

I laughed. “Sorry had to pick up my date.”

“Not really your style.” Steve says.

I laugh. “It’s the hair thing right?” I asked.

Steve chuckled before staring at Sitwell. “Lets go Agent.” He says pushing Sitwell before him.

As we came to the roof top exit. Steve throws Siwell across the rooftop followed by Nat and I.

“Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.” Steve says stalking Sitwell.

Sitwell smirked. “Never heard of it.”

I coughed. “Bullshit.”

Steve nodded at my comment. “What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?” He questioned Sitwell.

“I was throwing up, I get seasick.”

I rolled my eyes. “He didn’t me your activities on the ship. He meant why the hell were you on the ship in the first place.” I said moving to standing closer to Steve.

Steve forces Sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, Sitwell just smiles. He really thinks he’s a smart guy.

“Is this little display meant to insinuate that you can throw me off the roof? Cause it’s really not your style, Rogers.”

Steve brushed off Sitwell’s shoulders and glanced at me and Natasha. I smirked.

“Well he’s not wrong.” I say chuckling.

“You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.”

Steve steps aside and Natasha kicks Sitwell off the roof, he plummets down screaming. I laugh as I here Sitwell’s pitiful scream.

“Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura…?”

I laughed. “Playing match maker again?” I asked.

Nat smirked at me.

Steve shrugged. “Lillian. Lip piercing, right?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.”

I wrinkle my nose. No she was not but I decided it best not to comment.

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that.”

Natasha and I laughed. For a man willing to jump out a plane with a parachute dating a woman with a lip ring was not that much of a step up.

Sam flies up holding Sitwell and throws him down on the roof.

“Nice ride.” I comment walking towards a now pitiful Sitwell.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program…for choosing Insight’s targets!”

All of us exchange a long look. Targets? What the hell?

“What targets?”

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.”

“The Future? How could it know?”

Sitwell chuckled “How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it.”

Steve and Nat exchanged confused glances.

“ Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates peoples’ past to predict their future.”

“So basically it uses our past behavior patterns to predict our future ones.”

Sitwell nodded. “Exactly.”

“And what then?” Steve shouted angrily.

“Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me.” Sitwell cried out.

“He’ll just have to get in line.” Sam mumbled to me causing me to laugh.

“What then?!”

“Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few millions at a time.”

I glared at him. “You’re going to massacre millions of people because you don’t like that they disagree with your warped sense of justice? That’s pretty fucked up.” I say heading off the rooftop.

As we part from the building we all jump into the car.

I sat in the middle of the back while Sitwell sat next to me.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So why don’t you try sticking a cork in it.” Sam said glaring at Sitwell through the rear view mirror.

“Insight’s launching in sixteen hours, we’re cutting it a little bit close here.” Nat says glancing at the clock.

“Not like we have choice.” I mumble exchanging a glance with her.

“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly.” Steve said without glancing back at us.

“What?! Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea.”

“You’re the idiot who wanted to be a part of Hydra. So technically this is your terrible idea.” I say staring at Sitwell.

Suddenly there is a large noise and dents in the car roof.

“What in the hell?” I say.

Nat dodges for the front seat and lands on top of Steve. I dodge onto Sam’s lap. A silver hand reaches in the window and pulls Sitwell out of the window throwing him into traffic.

The man on the roof starts to shoot at us but Steve pulls the break handle and he goes flying. As I felt relief enter my body I turned to look behind us and I car is coming at full speed. He jumps back onto the car, smashes through the windscreen and pulls out the steering wheel.

I screamed.

“Shit!” Sam yelled.

Nat tries shooting him but he jumps of our car. As our car is being pulled off of the road Steve holds on to the car door.

“Hang on!” Steve shouts.

I grab Sam and Steve grabs both Sam and Natasha and we fall out of the car. Sam and I end up being thrown onto another car together and go unnoticed.

Sam groaned next to me. “That was fun.”

I try to stand. “Yeah… but lets not do it again.” I say groaning.

3

Coop Himmelb(l)au, Open House, (1983-1992)

Created from an explosive sketch drawn with eyes closed, using the process of automatic drawing; the hand acts as a seismograph, recording the feelings that the space will evoke. The flow of energy in the drawing is translated into a disquieting architecture, possessing a dizzying sculptural energy and resting on only two points.

In this seemingly improbable structure, it was not the details that were important at that moment, but the radiance of light and shadows, brightness and darkness, height and width, whiteness and vaulting, the view and the air.

The house - slanted body and vaulted skin - is one hundred square meters. Accessible only by a flight of stairs.

The construction of the anchoring provides the possibility for a double-glazed skin. It is protected from the sun by adjustable louvers, which can also change the lighting.

By tipping the space, a double-shelled structure arises. It is suitable for a passive energy concept, as well as any subsequent changes to the installation.

There is no predetermined division of the living area. That will be decided after the completion of the house - or never. Thus, the name of the project… open house.

Jet Pack Blues (Dean)

Description: Dean x reader angsty fluff. Can be read as a one shot or with the knowledge from this ‘one shot’ as they will both combine up for a part 3. Reader just starts a job with forensics when she has to deal with a Fed calling himself ‘Dean’…
Words: 2,234
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: I’m really enjoying listening to this song on repeat, I was there the first time jet pack blues was ever played live… fun fact there… some fangirling occurs still. Next part will be out after I’ve finished my uni assignment (eeesh)

If someone had told you studying for God knows how long and working your way up would lead you to here then you probably would have made a career change there and then. Deep down you loved it, but on your second week of the job, by 1.18am when your clothes were drenched through, and you were gathering up your samples to head back to the lab, that love was buried very, very deep. It was June, but you never would have known it - tonight it may as well have been early autumn with this foul weather and just to make your evening better, it looked like a homicide. Some kind of unusual residue was found on the body which, of course, was your job to anaylse. It was an interesting job, in fact it was pretty damn exciting at some points, just not at this time of day or with this kind of rush. Apparently the victim was high profile and the unusual surroundings meant this case needed to be closed as soon as possible.

You tucked the specimen bags into the box and began the short walk back to the car, flashing your badge to the right people as you went. It was within sight, your ride home and ticket to at least a few hours sleep when you heard him.

“Hey, can I ask you a few questions?”

You turned around to see an attractive man in a suit holding up an FBI badge, he nodded to the bags in your hand so you begrudgingly stopped your speed walk back to the car.

“I need to get these back to the lab, I can’t really tell you much on what I’ve seen so far, I’ll need the analysis,” you said, giving the usual spiel, “it’s a bit unusual so I need to run some tests.”

He looked again at the bags and raised an eyebrow at them, “any hunches before you do, y'know, having seen the vic.”

You shrugged and let out a small laugh at the Fed, it wasn’t usually your field but it seemed rude to dismiss him straight away no matter how badly you wanted out. “Some sort of poison thing? I don’t know, the vic had some strange black substance leaking out of his mouth-?”

The man grimaced and gave you a knowing look, you narrowed your eyes ever so slightly at the reaction, if he knew something he obviously knew more than the cops, who were entirely in the dark. He seemed to notice your confusion and shook his head, “Something you probably don’t want to know about. It’s er, classified.”

You nodded and went to walk away before a sudden thought struck you.

“Hang on, I’m going to need to know if this is a biohazard before I deal with it,” you said seriously, “I’ve not seen this before so can you at least give me that much?” He regarded you quietly for a moment before extending a hand, you quickly took it and gave his hand a firm shake, lingering possibly a split second longer than necessary but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Agent Daniels, but call me Dean.”

“Y/N,” you smiled before composing your face again, “So, is this going to melt my arm off?”

He smirked and let out a quick sigh, “no, it’s not looney tunes.”

“Damn, would’ve been more fun,” you winked at him before remembering he was a Fed and mentally kicking yourself. You were about to apologise and make an excuse to leave when a smile creeped over his face that you couldn’t help but mirror. He maintained it for a second before clearing his throat and forcing himself back into professional mode ready to begin the barrage of questions.

And that was how you’d met him, a (somewhat) professional, need-to-know-only basis. He’d only stayed in town for a few days but by the end of it, your outlook had been turned upside down. For a grad student, fresh out of the chemistry labs and shared housing, everything was a new world anyway but what you saw in that week you couldn’t have prepared for as apparently things truly did go bump in the night.

The black substance you had uncovered from the victim had been the blood of a Leviathan. According to Dean it was a dead one that you had found, meaning the true victim was either out there somewhere still or the more likely option, had sadly become the special of the day. Dean had spent the couple of days with you whilst you ran tests on various aspects of it, he regularly made calls to his office for information updates but something still seemed a little 'off’. The blood itself was curious to you, it contained the DNA of more than one person yet also maintained the ability to morph itself, had you found it any other way your inner sci fi nerd would have instantly screamed “alien” but the man next to you was adamant it wasn’t. There was only so many times you could tell yourself 'above my pay grade’ before your mind began to wander.

Biology wasn’t your strongest area but to a certain extent it was like applied chemistry anyway and Dean’s answers, that even now were never straight, only added to the mystery. He had a habit of making a jokey comment to distract you just long enough for him to change the subject course - not that you minded too much, for a Fed chatting to him was fun. Not a statement you ever would have thought you’d say… but then he didn’t seem like the ones you’d met before.

You found yourself prolonging the inevitable, drawing out the results he wanted in the hopes you might get a little more time and information yourself. You made the coffee breaks where the two of you joked around last longer, enjoying his company and his light hearted flirting. You couldn’t help but like him and you told yourself you were being friendly to get the job done quicker, hoping you’d find out more that way too. It was easier said than done, mind you, but if the bedtime stories were real, it didn’t seem a long shot for him to be lying about being a Fed too. It was a ridiculous thought. Your brain was working faster than you could keep up with and you absolutely were sure that you were overthinking things. The guy seemed genuine and you’d convinced yourself you’d fallen for that image until you overheard a phone call you shouldn’t have.

Dean had been stood outside the door whilst you tested for a compound his 'partner’ had suggested, but unlike usual he didn’t close the door. Whether it was intentional or not, you couldn’t help but perk your ears up at the conversation.

“Hey… Yeah, yeah, all good… Any news?… He’s crazy, sure, but-… He’s an angel, man, why-?… Oh… Look, Sammy, I’m here because you don’t want to be, that means-… Yeah, I know… He’s still powerful but leaving him with a demon, I don’t like it,” Dean huffed and you stared intently at your notes, heart pounding and straining to hear what was going on. “He did it to protect you for a reason, you’re no good dead and he knew that. He wanted to help you, it’s still Cas, we’ll fix him… Sammy. Sam-!”

Dean hung up the phone but didn’t come back in straight away, which was probably just as well as your wide eyes would’ve given you away instantly.

Leviathans, different but aright. However, demons? Angels? It had to be some FBI code name, surely. Hopefully it was a code name. Either that or he was a religious mad man… Yet the more you thought about it, the more worrying thought leapt to mind that he was telling the truth. If monsters were real, magic was therefore likely to be real so where did that leave science? Or more terrifyingly, what else was out there and you had never realised? And what was Dean?

You barely had time to compose yourself before he walked back in, a smile on his lips that quickly dissolved as he saw your own face.

“Hey, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He said, eyes darting to the black sludge in front of you, “are you alright? Did you find-”

“It’s not growing legs if that’s what you mean? Yeah, I’m fine,” you nodded quickly, “just a tiny question, though.” Dean stayed silent waiting for you to speak again when you finally spat your sentence out, “Are you actually insane?”

Dean opened his mouth and closed it again, before furrowing his brow and looking down at you perplexed. It seemed strange that he would be the confused one after all you’d heard, yet somehow he was the one looking at you like you were insane.

“Come again?”

“You. You were talking about angels and demons and protecting and…” you trailed off, feeling your eyes glaze, “Leviathans are one thing, maybe a DNA defect but demons? Angels? Who the hell are you?”

Dean closed his eyes and muttered a swear word or something similar under his breath before he spoke again in a low, quiet voice, “you weren’t meant to hear that. It’s probably better you don’t know.”

“Who are are you? You have until the count of 10 until I call the cops that sadly for you are just down that hall,” you said in a steady tone. Whether they’d need a straight jacket, handcuffs or both you weren’t sure, yet.

“I’m a hunter, my brother and I kill those things I’d rather not talk about,” he replied, looking apologetic for having to tell you. Maybe a straight jacket.

“What things?”

“Y/N, don’t-”

“And your brother? Where’s he, then?” You said quickly, mind racing as to where his partner could be. If they weren’t Feds they could be criminals and you were harbouring them, it was a new job and you defiant couldn’t afford a criminal record yourself.

“He’s not here, he was the one on the phone but that’s not the point. Y/N, you’re not a part of this, Leviathans are just the tip of the iceberg, if you give me the sample, I’ll tell the cops I took it and you can walk away, forget about this crap and go on with your life.”

“And I say what? That 'Dean’, if that’s even your real name, took our lead and oh wait, don’t look in that closet or a ghost will get you!”

“That’s… less funny than you’d think,” he said, putting on a pleading face, “it’s better I go-”

“No, stay and explain,” you said quietly, you were trying to stay calm, but the idea of him just upping and going after this last few days shocked you. You felt safe around him, despite not knowing who he was, he felt like you’d known him longerand that was more than welcomed when dealing with the 'weirdness’. You spoke again, this time taking a different tact, “look, if there is something still out there in the town I’d prefer not to be alone. Please?”

“My name is Dean,” he said softly, “but full truth? My last name isn’t Daniels, it’s Winchester. It’s better I get outta here, I’m just trying to protect-”

“Backtrack.” You looked at Dean with wide eyes that only seemed to get wider, “Winchester?”

Dean’s features hardened in defensiveness but you carried on.

“Your brother is Sam Winchester?” You let out a short, slightly hysterical laugh, “went to Stanford?”

“Briefly?” Dean nodded, looking more confused than before.

“I don’t… the chances are…well, just my luck,” you muttered before putting on a smile, “you two, ugh, you are the definition of 'one of those days’,” you groaned.

“I’m not following-”

“I was your brother’s room mate, well, until you took him off over some family thing.”

Dean gulped and he settled on something half way between a grin and a wince, “Y/N. Chemistry. So you’re that Y/N?”

You nodded and leaned back against the desk in the vain attempt propping yourself up against something solid might make a difference. Every part of you wanted him to be lying but having seen the Leviathan yourself it was pretty impossible to doubt him… and it was a better explanation than aliens.

“Sam always spoke highly of you, y'know,” you said after a little while of quiet, “so he did what? Leave it all for a life of Fed impersonations and angels?”

“We dealt with demons more back then,” Dean started correcting you, but stopped himself, “not the point, sorry.”

“Great, that’s settled then,” you said standing up and puffing your chest out a little, “if you’re leaving, I’m coming with you.”

“What? No!”

“Not long term, just for a few days while we sort out this analysis.” you shrugged, “why not?! I haven’t seen Sam in years and they don’t need me to be here 24/7, you guys seem to like spontaneously leaving. Not this time. I’m not going home, I’m coming with you.”

Dean blinked for a moment, trying to form a response of some kind, you threw him a smile but he gave up trying as you started to pack away the vials in front of you.

“I guess I’ll drive then?”

4. To Become: Suit

Previous Chapters: (Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)


The pull was familiar now. Not unwelcome. But Dipper still growled with irritation at its interruption.

He’d noticed how his voice was now accompanied by a reverb. With enough volume, it could rattle the pine forests of Gravity Falls and send every creature in a ten mile radius running. If he could do that from a dimension away, it made sense to think he could do more. But he’d have to do more practice at another time.

Alcor’s third eye opened to peer down the line of power like it was the scope of a sniper rifle. It may as well have been. The glow effused in his vision to provide the sights of something new.

A smirk pulled at his lips and displayed all his rounded, human teeth. Oh, this would be hilarious.

The pull grew stronger, pinching at the illusionary skin of his forehead. Drawing his soul to its destination, he let the summons run its course.

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Time and Space

Request: 16 with Pan? Please~ from an anon

A/N-So I really like this one and I am really excited to write this so ya  :) but Thank you for requesting this :) 

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{Background info~ Y/N is in Storybrooke, once Peter pan meets her he falls in love with her and takes her to Neverland but now the Storybrooke gang is here to take her back.}

Peter Pan’s POV

They were coming, and I knew they were coming for her. I couldn’t let Y/N be taken away from me now, especially when she now likes me back. So I didn’t tell her, but I was too late when they attacked our camp. Taking out all the lost boys, only me and her left. 

“Give her back Pan,” Hook glared, his sword out. 

“No… Please no…. Pan…” She looked at me innocently and tighten her grip on my hand. I let go and whispered in her ear.

No realm will ever keep me away from you,

She started crying as she walked towards their group. I would return her here, this is where she belonged not with them, but with me. They left the camp I followed to watch them leave Neverland, with my love going with them. She was 17 then, but I knew I would see her again.

2 years later

Today was the day, I was going to take back my love, the love they took from me. I jumped off the ground floating in the air then I flew higher, leaving for Storybrooke to get back my love. 

I landed on the pier, looking around to see if anyone was there. No one was so I went to look for Y/N. But I stopped in my tracks, I sensed someone behind me,so I turned around with a smirk on my face.

“Hook,” Hook glared putting his sword away.

“What on earth are you doing here Pan?” 

“You know why, where is she?” 

“…You mean Y/N?…” he looked away, avoiding eye contact. I lifted his chin up with my magic, 

“Where is she?” 

“She’s with her boyfriend…Connor, I honestly hate his guts. He’s so much like you, he just uses his magic for good,” I lifted Hook a little of the ground,

“Where. Are. They?” He coughed as I lowered him,

“They could be in Grannies… but they should be leaving right about now… or walking down Mainstreet,Don’t go killing anyone now.” I dropped him and teleported to Mainstreet. 

There they were calmly walking till I appeared a mere 5 feet away from them. We were the only 3 in the street, so I smirked.

“My,my Y/N…Couldn’t get any better than me now could ya?” The boy growled which fueled me even more. Y/N just stared, eyes becoming glazed. But the boy he tried to protect her like he was stronger than me. 

“Stay away from her,” He sounded so confident, I was about to break him in half when Y/N just walked away from him and towards me. 

“Y/N?…What are you doing to her!?” I smirked as she walked towards me and hugged me, tears falling from here eyes.

‘Y-You came back…” That Connor kid tried to walk towards us but I flung him across the street. I only wanted to care about Y/N.

“Of course, I did love… Remember what I said?”

“I-I thought…. I gave up on you…” This made her cry harder,

“Well you know Peter Pan never fails… do you want to go back with me love?” She nodded wrapping her arms around my neck as I picked her up bridal style. 

“Off to Neverland love,” I whispered in her ear as I jumped into the air and flew off back to Neverland.

{I really liked this one, but ya I hope the anon who requested this likes it but ya guys <3}

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kellam's birthday headcanons

mu recently reclassed kellam into a great knight, and maribelle knew how attached kellam was to his armor because of sentimental value, so she gathered everyone to make kellam new armor from his new friends

it is really chaotic. tharja tries to curse some metal into shape & it ends up bubbling. henry starts carving crow motifs with a concentrated blast from a fire tome. chrom keeps hammering his thumb, and gregor is hammering everything way too hard. cherche is trying to add too many spikes, and virion wants to put a freaking cravat on the breastplate. donnel is sad that he doesn’t know more about crafting and offers up his pot for a helmet gift, but mu told him that great knights don’t need them.

after awhile, stahl steps in as referee, and they all sit back and let cordelia, frederick, and gaius actually do the crafting. libra paints it afterward & everybody signs the forearm covers so kellam can look down and remember how many ppl care about him. stahl uses a special protective glaze from family apothecary secret recipes that will keep the paint from being ruined.

meanwhile the shepherds had been training hard all month at not being noticed so that they are able to throw kellam a surprise party

they’re all terrible @ it and kellam saw this coming, but he’s touched and pretends to be surprised