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TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief. 

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

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“Alright Lila, just hold it steady now,” Clint spoke gently to his daughter.

The young girl nodded as she held the beginner’s quiver with one arrow notched. A target stood opposite of her just a few yards ahead. Lila took a deep breath before letting the arrow soar. The tip sank a little to the left of the bullseye. Clint beamed.

“That’s a great shot, kid,” he cheered, “Getting better everyday.” “Really daddy?” she asked with wide eyes. He smirked and kissed her head. “Really, princess. Cooper, your turn.”

The slightly older boy stepped up next to his father and sister. Clint smiled before kneeling in front of his son. He gently grabbed the boy’s face, a hand on each side.

“Remember, relaxing is a part of it too, okay?” His son nodded. “You’ll do great.”

Clint stood up and took a step back. Lila held one of his hands as she watched her older brother raise the bow. Cooper kept his eye on the target just a bit farther away than his sister’s. Concentrating, he let the arrow fly, hitting the bullseye. His face broke into a grin as Clint began to laugh.

“You did it, buddy! You hit the bullseye,” Clint cheered, “This calls for some ice cream, just for you Coop.”

Clint continued to ramble on about the mark as the trio headed toward the house. Cooper and Lila were beaming, loving the time they were spending with their dad.

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You stop when you reach the edge of the roof, cocking your head to the side. A familiar presence stands behind you, and your lips twitch up briefly in a smile. “Hello, Daredevil.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Matt smiles. The two of you have fought together a couple times before, and every time the two of you meet, he enjoys your company even more. Your wit and excelled fighting skills never cease to amaze him. “I have a proposal for you,” Matt starts.

You turn around to face him, blue eyes sizing him up behind your white mask. “Oh?”

“We fight better and have a better chance of winning when we’re together. I’m asking you to be my partner in crime.”

You consider it for a few silent moments. “Two is better than one.”

Matt nods, smiling. “So, is that a yes, Angel?”

You scoff. “It’s bad enough the media named me after you, no need to rub it in.” He chuckles, and you smile. “Yes.”

“Alright. Meet me here tomorrow night, and we’ll get started.”

He jumps over onto the next rooftop, and you teleport away, leaving only the sound of beating wings behind you. 

I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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Imagine waking up to Bucky after your first night together.

You stirred awake to a comforting warmth surrounding you. As your eyes fluttered open, the memories of the previous night came back to you and you smiled as you recognized the chest that you were nuzzling into. A metal arm tightened around your waist and you leaned forward to press a kiss to the skin that met the vibranium.

Bucky made a small noise at the sensation, his lips upturning in a gentle smile. “Good morning, princess.”

“It is indeed a good morning,” you muttered, your mouth traveling across his broad shoulder. 

Bucky moaned in contentment as you kissed his chin, his hand weaving itself through your hair, pulling you closer until he had you firmly pressed against him. You could feel him hard against your lower stomach. 

“Last night…” he murmured. 

“I know.”

Bucky beamed before he flipped you to lie on your back, crawling down to the crux of your thighs.

Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader Pt. 2

Part One   Part Two   

Seeing as part two was a huge success here is part two.

*** Story-line: Steve has gone off on what was supposed to be a two week mission and the next day he would come back to visit his wife. The mission goes south and takes three months. Meanwhile, (Y/N), has become panicked especially since Steve has been unable to contact her. In fear for her husband’s life (Y/N) has taken their ATV and decided to drive as far as she can until she reaches someone who can tell her what has happened.

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When I see Steve, you think as you trek across the highway, the ATV having died long ago and too far away from a gas station, your thumb hitched out. I am going to hit him so hard he goes back to the forties. America’s Idol my ass, making his pregnant wife hitch hike cause the dumbass can’t even pick up a phone, or send a letter. A car pulls up alongside you and you grin at the dark skinned man and his passenger with that had long black hair and pale skin. 

“Would you like a ride ma’am?” The darker skinned man asks. Your knees nearly buckle under the instant relief. You’ve been walking for twelve hours. 

“Yes please!” You say graciously as you open the door and take a seat behind the driver. Your tired legs are cramped from the lack of space. “Terribly sorry to ask this of you,” you say a few moments later as the car zooms down the highway. “Can you move your seat up?” 

“Of course,” the dark skinned man says and the seat moves up making you nearly moan from happiness. 

The other man gasps angrily. “So you can move your seat up for her, but not me? That’s cold Wilson.” 

“Well, one she’s pregnant. Two, she didn’t try to kill me or my car.” The man, Wilson (?) replies with a smirk before turning behind to you. “So where to ma’am?” He asks with a smile and the other man turns on some of yours and Steve’s favorite music. “Dude, really? You and the other fossil I am going to throw myself onto the highway someday if I always have to listen to this music.” 

You laugh at Wilson and the other man catches your grin, from both the music and his friend, and sends you a wink. “Stark Tower, or as far to there as your going, and my name is (Y/N) not ma’am.” You pause for a minute before saying, “I like his music.” 

“Well Miss. (Y/N) you’re in luck cause I happen to be Stark’s friend and I have to say your music taste is not that good. I have waters, other drinks, and some snacks in the backseat. My name is Sam Wilson, and that’s James.” He motions to his friend. “So, why is a very pregnant woman going to Stark Tower?” 

“Is it Tony’s baby?” James asks and you begin to laugh harder than you had in a long time. James looks at you slightly frightened and Sam is smirking. 

“Dear God no. I just need to speak with someone there. A distant cousin.” You tell them before, whilst feeling incredibly rude but too hungry to care, reaching behind you and grabbing an Arnold Palmer, Nutella, Ritz, and pickles. You can barley help yourself as you begin to devour the food. The music plays softly in the background. When you finish the food you lay your head against the window whilst the vibration of the car and the music lull you to sleep. 

***

Steve’s POV

Sam, Bucky, and I got back today and I instantly went home to (Y/N) to explain we got sold out and were stuck in Romania till twelve hours ago. I gave Sam and Bucky the car from the hanger with a promise of explaining this place later. I run as fast as I can once they leave inside and see a layer of dust on everything, including the letter on the dinning room table.

Steve, If your reading this and I’m not beside you be prepared for a whole load of ass whopping that’s coming your way. It’s been three and a half weeks without a peep and I have raging hormones. I have decided to take the ATV and go to Stark Tower and demand answers. I know this will reveal our secret but with the worst is true no one could be after me…. I refuse to think that. –(Y/N)

My stomach drops as I imagine what she must have gone through making me feel like a total dick. I run back to the hanger of the jet, speed dial Tony, and take my motorcycle before speeding off to see if I could find (Y/N) on her way there. 

*** Your POV

A hand shakes you out of the best sleep you’ve had in ten weeks. You groggily lift your head up as you take in your surroundings a fog of sleep still around you. “What?” You ask your voice cracking a little and your body screaming and demanding more sleep. 

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” James says softly as Sam types in a code. “We’re here.” You lift your head up from your arm resting on the window and look outside in time to see Sam pulling into a parking structure underneath Stark Tower. 

Sam pulls into a spot that says ‘BIRD MAN NO.1 NO.2′ in spray paint underneath was a chibi of The Falcon making you gasp. You think back to conversations with Steve about Sam and Bucky before your mind puts the puzzle together. Your anger hormones that you’ve been saving for Steve leaks out at the two superheroes. “SAM WILSON AND JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES “I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR ASSES!” Sam and Bucky whip around in fear at your sudden out burst, and your overwhelming knowledge of their names. “You, have been able to contact my husband this entire time and never told me? Give me your god damn phones right now or I will strangle both of you.” You hold your hand out and give them a piercing glare. 

They both scramble to hand you their phones, Bucky wins and you instantly hit the Steve contact. The phone dials once and he instantly picks up.

“Buck, hey, listen.” Steve starts before you cut him off. 

“You listen here Steven.” Bucky gasps as he realizes who you meant by husband. “You said two weeks and I am pretty damn sure two and thirteen is pretty damn far from three asshole. If you are not on your way to Stark Tower I swear to God I am going to divorce you.” Without waiting for the apologies you knew were about to flood from his lips you hang up and then hand the phone back to Bucky. Both males mouths are wide open. “Well, either of you going to take me to my husband’s room?”

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Gif source:  Wade

Imagine being Wade’s best friend who he’s secretly in love with, but you’re dating this other asshole guy who winds up stepping out of line with you, so Wade puts him in his place before confessing his feelings to you.

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“Get out of here!” Wade gives what was probably now your ex-boyfriend a shove as he points towards your front door angrily. Your ex hesitates for just a moment, until Wade continues, “Don’t make me fuck that butterface of yours up more than God already has!”

“You’re going to regret this,” he shouts before storming out.

“Keep talking, fuckboy,” Wade calls after him, before he quickly turns towards you once the jerk is out of sight. “Hey, are you okay?” he begins, and you give a wary nod, still shaken by the events of the night.

“I think so. Thanks, Wade. If you hadn’t been here—” he cuts you off with a wave of the hand that soon comes to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Yeah, well, your hero has come, so no need to worry about that asshat anymore.”

You hug him back, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“It’s cool, ‘cause I kind of love you, you know,” pulling back just a little, Wade continues, “Plus, it’s almost like the author of this story had no idea how else to get me in this situation.”

It’s Quiet Uptown - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1893 (Wowza) Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: death, angst Requested by anon A/n: This is a song fic based off of It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton. Check out the song here! It’s a longer fic than I usually write, so yeah. Also, a few female pronouns were used.

You would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown. 

You trusted your husband. Some days it was a great thing, but some- not so much.

You trusted Bucky to watch your thirteen year old son and have some fun, while you worked with Tony and Bruce on a project they’ve been wanting your help on. You weren’t really sure why they wanted your help, but apparently you’re able to help them crack the code.

You considered leaving your son with Bucky with Uncle Steve watching over his shoulder, but it just so happened that Steve was sent on an emergency mission- so you had to let Bucky watch him alone.

It’s been hard to have Bucky in your son’s life. After falling in love, getting pregnant, losing Bucky again, and finding out he’s not actually dead only to get married again a year later- it’s been a roller coaster of emotions, and you weren’t sure your son would understand what was going on.

You figured it was probably time to let them have some time together, but you couldn’t stop working- so you left them alone.

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