#I talked so much about him that he took up the sb tags and they didn't realize I was just a single person spamming the tags

[spongebob-connoisseur]

imma just assume slappy is on the sexypedia wiki bc of u

Assume?? Dawg I was campaigning on here to get him on sexypedia! Apparently it's a lot easier than I expected. I do need to update Slappy's page a bit but yeah. 100% done by yours truly uwu

I diiiiid need a bit of help but the folks on the sexypedia discord are super helpful! I also made a friend who knew Peter Lorre and found a Lorre caricature in their favorite show (the Beany and Cecil show) AND got me the unused design of said character for the reboot show that unfortunately never got made <333

I've noticed a few of my followers trying to get their faves on there too. I do suggest getting help from the folks on the discord server. They're always happy to help.

[holylulusworld]

Cabin at the lake (6)

Summary: You have a much-needed vacation. There’s only one problem…

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: SB being an ass, tension, arguments, vacation hijacking, sexual themes (talk about), misogynism, groping, slow burn, stoned reader, injured reader

A/N: Another short drabble with these two.

Cabin at the lake (5)

Cabin at the lake masterlist

“I asked you why her hand still hurts,” Soldier Boy growls into the phone. “No, what?” He huffs. “You gave her painkillers to make her compliant.” He curls his upper lip in disgust. “Do you honestly believe I need to drug a woman to get my dick wet? Women throw themselves at me all the time.”

He huffs into the phone as the doctor tells him he didn’t heal your hand, so you’d be helpless and in need of support. Vought believes playing on the dark side to give Soldier Boy what he desires is justified if he keeps on fighting for them.

“You little piece of shit. I don’t want her in pain,” Soldier Boy snarls before flinging the phone against a tree. “What the fuck did they think? That I need a smeary doctor to drug my assistant?”

“So…no healed hand,” you whine because your hand hurts so bad, and you took another dose of the good stuff. “I think it’s getting worse. My hand feels like it’s pulsing.” You slur while stumbling toward Soldier Boy. You rub your nose with your good hand and sigh. “Why doesn’t it work?”

“How about I bring you to a real doctor this time?” He’s unusually silent when you stand next to him, swaying from one side to the other. “You don’t look good.”

“Finally, a good idea,” you grin at him. “Did you find out how to use your brain after years of trying? I hope you don’t get headaches.”

“You’re no fun when high,” he grunts. “Let me get the car keys and we can look for a hospital or doctor nearby. I don’t trust Vought to fix your hand. Next time, they mess you up even more.”

You giggle and snort. Soldier Boy seems to lose his patience, and you can’t wait for him to fuck off. Even in your drug-induced haze you know he’s not the nice guy he pretends to be.

“Come on,” he walks back outside the cabin to grab your arm. Soldier Boy guides you toward his car while muttering under his breath. “I didn’t even get a taste of her cunt and she’s already giving me a run for my money. I hope you’re worth my time.”

“I didn’t ask you to come here and ruin my vacation,” you slur and grin at him. “That’s what happens if you fuck with me. I’ll fuck you over thrice.” You snicker when he calls you a cunt. “You’re the cunt, bastard. Hijacking my vacation.”

“Well, at least I got a glimpse of your ass and to feel you up,” he smirks when you give him the stinky eye. “What? It’s only fair I got to touch you after taking care of you, sweetness.”

“Perverted pervert,” you mutter under your breath. Soldier Boy dragged you toward his car, and you won’t let him get away with it so easily. “I hate your stupid face, and your stupid shield, and that stupid suit.”

He laughs your words off. Soldier Boy is not the kind of man giving up without a fight. If you want to get rid of him, you must try harder.

“Why didn’t you bring your girlfriend here earlier?” The doctor shakes his head. “Sir, she must’ve been in so much pain.”

“Vought’s doctor took care of her. They said her hand will heal soon,” Soldier Boy grunts. He’s not used to people doubting his word. “I believed them.”

He paces the room while the doctor puts a new cast around your broken hand. Soldier Boy crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head now and then.

“Well, the cast they put around her hand didn’t do any good for her,” the doctor huffs. “I fixed their mistake now. She needs a rest, no stress, and less of the painkillers they prescribed.”

“I’ll take good care of her from now on,” Soldier Boy smirks darkly when you glare at him. “Right, sweetness. You want me to take care of you…”

Part 7

Tags in reblog.

[rainyarcades]

I have reason to believe Cassie's dad tried investigating into GGY, and it didn't end so well for him.

Let's get into why...

The therapists say to patient 46 (Gregory, while under the Dr. Rabbit (Mimic) influence) that the techs were getting concerned with his diving into the system, hacking it and messing with code to change how the animatronics act. This happens multiple times:

Now, what is Cassie's father? A Fazbear Technician! Evident by the fact he has a Faz-Wrench, something only Fazbear techs own. Now this is absolutely a stretch, right? Well, it is, until I bring up this note found in the AR world:

In the AR version of the Plex, Cassie experiences personal things that wouldn't be there for other people-- cutouts of herself with Roxy, of her with Gregory (and subsequently crying when he's gone), missing posters of Gregory, eyes that stare at her, mirrors, etc. So this note is another personal thing to her, and given the importance of the other personal things listed, it's likely this note has a good amount of significance to her too. I previously thought it was because Cassie's dad had left to look into something, but I had zero idea what it could be-- until now.

Either the note was placed by someone else to cover up her dad's disappearance (more likely, death), or he left it there knowing he'd be gone longer than normal while looking into this mysterious GGY. With people repeatedly disappearing, and GGY linked to the animatronics being messed up, he could've taken the initiative to look into it himself- and, possibly, payed the price for it.

When this happened, I don't have much of an idea. But I assume closer to the time SB took place rather than GGY, since it's pretty likely Mimic's influence was dropped right before the game, and RUIN seems to happen maybe a few weeks to a month after the base game? I think Cassie would've done something, or felt something was off, much sooner if it'd happened before then; but we don't know enough about her yet to know if that's the case. There's no mention of any other family she has outside of referenced 'emergency contacts'.

We still don't have a whole lot of information about Cassie, so we don't know how long she was left alone, if she's left alone often, etc.

With Help Wanted 2 possibly being a prequel to Security Breach, it's possible we'll also get a confirmation as to why and how Gregory got stuck under the Mimic's influence, plus what happened to Cassie's father. Maybe the game takes place a few weeks before Security Breach? I dunno. We just gotta wait and see!

I just doubt this note means 'he went away for a while at some point and came back', and it's not like past tense is used when she says her dad has a Faz-Wrench like it is when she talks about him collecting old lunch boxes. It has to be significant, otherwise, why include it?

I believe whatever happened to him, Cassie doesn't know about it yet- but her link to the Mimic, and by extension Gregory, goes deeper than we realised- that's why she was introduced at all in RUIN.

Her story is 100% far from over, but I don't believe we'll focus on her again juuust yet.

We know Scott doesn't drop huge lore without clarifying it in the next installment; Burntrap > Mimic for starters. Dittophobia happened, Steel Wool is now referencing fnaf 4 in tweets tagged as SB and RUIN. GGY is still shrouded in mystery, answers are bound to come up soon! (There are way more examples of Scott confirming lore in the next installment of something, but I can't bring it all to mind right now-- there's definitely plenty of examples, though, and iirc Scott made a steam post about this once)

Gregory had a huge reveal at the start of this year with GGY's release; plus, the Mimic (and how it can control things) was finally introduced in the games.

I think GGY is next to get fleshed out in the game universe, and Help Wanted 2 is the perfect place to start. And, of course, that all links to the people who'd sunk too deep into the mystery; the therapists, Tony Becker, and the technicians.

[roxtron]

wtf was is the canon route in SB

(I'm going somewhere with this I swear)

Like okay, most people seem to agree the Princess Quest ending was canon, and I agree it probably is. But what really messes me up is what was the route to lead him to that ending?

Because the Vanny endings don't usually need both party passes, it's almost expected the player is more likely to go to Fazerblast first to get access to that ending. But I feel like the game is implying Gregory didn't do that.

With Chica's voice box being an item you can obtain from chica's minigame, I feel like the game is implying Gregory didn't decomission Chica, right? If her voice box is here and not in Freddy, it makes sense, doesn't it? And you can't get Monty's claws. Sure, you can find his legs in that weird monty-shrine, but that's not what Gregory took. The legs were part of the damage, but it wasn't what was stolen from him.

So if you can't get his claws during any minigame, wouldn't it imply Gregory decomissioned Monty? What makes that so weird is that in SB, you literally cannot get access to that ending until you get the dialogue/cutscene trigger for finding Vanny's hideout in Fazerblast, as far as I'm aware. (Ignoring any glitches people may take to get there.. I'm talking about intentional gameplay here.)

It just doesn't match up?? How did Gregory get to Fazerblast if he used the Party Pass to decomission Monty? Did he do it post-6 AM? Did he decomission Monty, go to fazerblast, and then go after Vanny instead of immediately decomissioning Chica? I dunno. It just doesn't really add up for me.

What makes it even more confusing is the footprints found for Gregory, Vanessa, and Freddy. (Idk if it's appropriate to tag bc I don't wanna annoy them but I can link the post I saw it from.)

If Freddy has footprints, then he has a body. But in the PQ ending Freddy leaves as just a head. It's all a confusing mess to be honest. (But hey that's what we love this series for, isn't it?)

Sure, some people could take that as it not being our Freddy's footprints, but instead Prototype Freddy's. (there's no way that Freddy is our Freddy and i will die on this hill-) But from the screenshots it looks like they're in the same area, and it seems like prototype Freddy was confined to Fazerblast before Cassie arrives. With his body being pinned down and stuck in the ruins. (coincidence I swear, I couldn't think of another word for it.) That and the Freddy graffiti being found only on the route to Fazerblast and nowhere else in-game seems to imply to me that he's trapped in that area of the Pizzaplex.

I feel like that and other evidence kind of implies that maybe none of the endings truly are canon. Maybe the Princess Quest ending is just the closest to the true ending. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm looking into it too much, but it feels like whatever the real ending of SB was it wasn't any of the endings we saw. Most likely an altered version of it, combining multiple endings into one new ending. I'm not saying Princess Quest wasn't beaten, it feels heavily implied that it was. But I'm saying I don't think the events of that ending happened the same way we see in-game. It just makes more sense to me that Freddy never lost his body in the first place than them being able to build him an entirely new body, especially with the Prototype seemingly being the only spare lying around.

But hey I could always be wrong lmao. Just pointing out details I find relevant. Maybe the princess quest ending comic does exist, and we just haven't found it yet. (In-canon, if it existed in-game I'm sure people would've datamined it by now lol.)

(Little side note here..) The princess quest ending never felt fully right to me. Why is it that when Gregory simply runs to hit the 'disassemble Vanny' button, it's already too late for Freddy, but when he goes out of his way to beat an entire arcade game, he did that fast enough that Freddy's head can still be saved? Maybe there is logic behind it, idk, but it feels like another hint to me that ending may not be real.

(Oh also here's the post I found out about the footprints from.)

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Let Me See Inside - Ch. 1

Series Summary: Can Rae help Ben find what he's looking for?

Chapter Summary: Ben is trying to keep a low profile, and ducks into a little bar, but finds something else entirely inside.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some objectification of a woman, some show level violence. Cursing. Some angst.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Rae Stewart (OFC)

Word Count: 2K+

A/N: So, I won't say much about this series yet because I don't want to give away spoilers. But suffice it to say, I was unhappy with SB's ending on the show, so I needed to continue the story and change the ending. Hope you guys enjoy!!

A/N 2: This chapter will also fulfill one of my prompts for the 30 Day Writing Challenge. The prompt used here will be: Use the words, small town, bar, and jukebox.

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Ben walked quickly down Wadsworth Avenue towards 189th Street. He kept his stolen baseball cap pulled low, eyes on the ground. The last thing he needed was to be recognized.

He needed to get somewhere safe and rest for a bit. After everything at the compound he was a little tired. He'd been walking for more than eight hours, from the compound where he was being kept in a small town in New Jersey, all the way into New York City. He just needed half an hour to recharge.

He spotted a little hole in the wall bar and smiled darkly. Recharge and rehydrate with something that might burn away the noise in his head. He needed a little numbness too.

He pushed through the door, glad to see there were fewer than a dozen people inside. He pulled his hat off automatically out of an old, ingrained habit. Gentlemen removed their hats when they entered an establishment.

He thought of putting it back on but then ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. He seriously doubted anyone in this dark, lonely bar was going to recognize him, especially not in jeans and a t-shirt.

A sad country song was playing on the jukebox in the corner and Ben grimaced. God, he hated that whiny, hillbilly shit. Give him some Nina Simone singing something soft and sultry over that crap any day of the week.

He walked up to the bar and sat down as the bartender approached with a wide smile.

"Hi there."

Shit, she was pretty. Bright blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair and tits like ripe melons. The rest of her body was perfect too, curvy and squeezable.

Fuck, he really didn't have time for distractions.

He smiled at her as he sat down and she came a little closer.

"Kinda looks like you've had a rough day." She sympathized. He liked her voice, it was low and husky.

Ben barked a laugh without humor. "You have no idea, sweetheart."

He shook his head. "Rough day, rough week, year, rough forty fucking years...goddamn rough century."

He ran his hand over his face and then caught her look of confusion mixed with polite concern. He pushed a hand through his hair again and chastised himself.

Stop talking, asshole! You wanna get caught?

He waved a hand towards her. "Don't worry about it, honey. Just give me something dark and hard."

She turned her back to him to pour the drink, and he took the opportunity to check out her ass. Fuck it was perfect, bite-able.

Eyes on the prize, fucker. He reminded himself.

She turned back and handed him his drink, and then rested her elbows on the bar, framing her tits and putting them on display in her little scooped-neck t-shirt. He knew she was aware of what she was doing, there was a glint of something calculating in her eyes.

"Wanna talk about what went wrong?" She asked. "That's what I'm here for."

That's not what you're here for, baby. He wanted to tell her. You're here to be fucked stupid; that body was made to be ridden hard by someone who knows how. Those tits and that ass are here for my enjoyment.

But he didn't say any of that. He really didn't have time to follow through with the flirtation. But, Jesus Christ, was he tempted.

As he fought down his libido, the bartender pulled back slightly and frowned. "Hey you look familiar."

Ben felt a lurch in his gut and he clenched his jaw.

Her eyes widened slightly and he knew she'd figured it out.

"Oh my god!" She said excitedly. "You're Soldier Boy."

Fuck.

He really didn't want to have to kill this pretty little thing. So before she could draw too much attention, he grabbed hold of her wrist and shook his head. His eyes held a dark, dire warning.

"No, I'm not, sweetheart. And if you know what's good for you, you'll realize you're mistaken."

She nodded quickly, eyes as wide as saucers, shock filling them. He kept his steely gaze on her a moment more before he let go of her wrist and took a sip of the whiskey she'd poured for him.

She moved away and began wiping down the counter. He sensed her taking sneak peaks at him as she cleaned the already spotless bar.

Eventually she slid back down the bar to stand in front of him. "I promise I'll never tell anyone. But...I heard you died. What happened."

Ben stared up at her, surprised, a little pleasantly, by her boldness. But he shook his head. "It's a very long story, sweetheart."

"It's Rae." She said with a smile. "As opposed to sweetheart and honey."

He stared up at her again, and an itchy kind of prickle flashed over his skin. His instincts were standing at attention and he frowned at her. Something was snagging in his brain, telling him something was off.

He looked down at the whiskey in his hand. "What ah...what brand is this?"

Rae looked confused for a second. "Oh, um..." She looked around her, and turned the label on the bottle towards her. "It's Cragganmore."

Ben stared hard at the beautiful face in front of him and felt disappointment creeping in. But he let out a small chuckle.

"Huh...you got the flavor wrong. Cragganmore is a Scotch whisky, and Scotch whisky has a smokier flavor. What you've got here is sweeter, more like a bourbon."

He watched a flicker of something like fear come and go from her expression and he cursed his shitty luck. He was gonna halve to kill her after all.

He leapt across the bar and slammed her into the back counter, smashing bottles and cracking her head against the mirror.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and she immediately started clawing the back of his hand, desperate for air.

He did not let up on the pressure. "Get out of my head, bitch."

She was shaking her head, mouthing something and he finally let go of her throat enough that she could suck in a bit of air and speak in a gargled raspy voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He smashed her head against the mirror again and watched her eyes roll back as she was once again deprived of oxygen.

"Bullshit! I've seen Mindstorm at work, I know what it feels like to be trapped in your own head. And if this isn't some fucked up scene you're projecting into my brain, why has the same shitty country song been playing on the jukebox this whole fucking time?"

He looked over his shoulder briefly and laughed again, squeezing tighter. "And I gotta say these bar patrons are pretty fucking calm about the fact that I'm about to choke the bartender to death "

He shook her by the neck like a ragdoll. "Now, who the fuck are you and why are you doing this? Who do you work for?"

He let up a bit again and she began coughing harshly through her abused vocal cords.

"Ben." She said, throat raw sounding. "Ben, please calm down. I'm here to help you. I promise. But I need you to calm down and...

Her eyes went wide at something behind him, but when he looked, there was nothing there.

"No!" She yelled out hoarsely. She waved her arm towards something he couldn't see. "Don't. I'm fine. DON'T!"

Suddenly he could feel a mask being placed over his mouth, and taste the poison on his tongue. But there was still nothing physical to fight. He struggled wildly, blindly, desperate not to be returned to that place of endless nightmares.

But it was inevitable, he'd never been able to free himself once the toxin started doing its work.

His last view just before his eyes closed was of the pretty little bartender's face, and she was incredibly angry.

She looked sexy when she was mad.

***

Rae ripped the delicate sensory monitor from off her head and threw it aside, not giving a shit that she might damage the tech that cost the American government millions of dollars.

She watched the guards in their Hazmat suits lifting Ben off the ground to safely store him away in the cryo-chamber until their next try.

She stormed out of the small, hermetically sealed room she conducted the sessions from, and headed down the sterile white hallways until she reached the office she was looking for.

She slammed into the room without knocking.

"Goddamn it Mallory, you said you wanted me to use my powers to build bridges in Soldier Boy's mind, to lay groundwork that will let us try to undo whatever shit the Russians did to him, right?"

Lieutenant-Colonel Grace Mallory sat behind her desk, fingers steepled against her chin, and said nothing.

Rae clapped her hands as though she was trying to wake her. "Hello? That's right, isn't it? I mean that was the objective? I didn't misunderstand the assignment did I?"

Mallory shook her head. "No, you didn't."

"Okay, well I can't build any fucking bridges if your bloody goons come tearing in to gas him every ten fucking minutes." Rae fumed, fists balled up at her sides

Mallory's voice was calm and it annoyed Rae. "My men said that he was headed towards going nuclear. They said the Geiger counter was climbing fast."

Rae rolled her eyes. "If they'd just stayed away, I could have talked him back down."

She sighed deeply and flopped down into the chair in front of Mallory's desk. "You know it gets harder every time we have to start over again, because his subconscious remembers. And for someone like Be-"

Rae cleared her throat. "For someone like Soldier Boy, whose instincts are razor sharp...well, he's caught on so fast the last few times. This time he barely even sat down before he started to get suspicious."

Rae ran both her hands over her face. "By the way, remind me to buy a bottle of Cragganmore so I can memorize the taste and send the right flavor into his brain next time."

Mallory got up and walked over to the small wooden cabinet in the corner of her office and pulled out a bottle of the scottish whiskey.

"I can save you the expense."

She poured them each two fingers and brought them back to her desk. She slid the tumbler towards Rae and raised her glass.

"Slàinte Mhath!" She said in Gaelic before sipping it slowly.

Rae took a sip of hers and it burned a path down her throat, causing her to grimace.

She was quiet a moment before she continued, her voice soft. "You know all he sees are nightmares when he's in that fucking tube. He's not resting peacefully, he's in one long, endless nightmare. It's all death and blood. And people screaming so loud I can hardly stand to be inside his head."

Mallory's expression was troubled for a moment before she downed the rest of her whiskey. "Look, Stewart, I didn't recruit you for this job so we could coddle Soldier Boy's fragile psyche back into a sense of harmony."

She leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers again. "Homelander has got Ryan and he's going to hurt him one way or another. As long as he's with that maniac, Ryan is not safe. And I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anymo-".

Mallory dropped her hands, rubbing her palms against her thighs. Her voice was dipped low, but vehement as she continued.

"I swore I wouldn't let any more children die."

Rae could practically see the unbending determination slide back into Mallory's backbone.

"And Soldier Boy is still the only one capable of taking out Homelander. So we need him. But we need him whole, we need him on our side, and we don't need him going nuclear any time he gets stressed."

Mallory leveled her gaze at Rae. "Which is why I need you to keep trying. Try to get through to him, try to de-program whatever the Russians did to him, and let's get our weapon up and running"

***

Ben walked quickly down Wadsworth Avenue towards 189th Street...

...he needed to get somewhere safe and rest for a bit.

He spotted a little hole in the wall bar and smiled darkly. Recharge and rehydrate with something that might burn away the noise in his head. He needed a little numbness too.

As he entered, he smiled at the sound of Nina Simone's sultry voice crooning out of the jukebox in the corner. One of his favorites.

He walked up to the bar and sat down as the bartender approached with a wide smile.

"Hi there."

[imkylotrash]

Peculiar World

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Request: Can you do a Saul x wife reader who has magic. She was raised by Damon and was maybe a teen in season 1 of TVD so she was involved with all the crazy. She's also bffs with Klaus and Hopes godmother. She's is a teacher at alfea and the SBS. She is also a mentor to Riven like Saul/Sky.I kinda want to see Saul reaction to all of this as he knows about TVD but never met them. Anonymous

A/N I'm a little limited in my knowledge of Legacies so I've had to leave a little of the request out but I hope you like it anyway! 💛

Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @anreeixcobra @kingunder221b @lflores2008 @alexiapayne12 @quuenofblacks @quarterback-5 @estelmei @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @artsyle​ @baueoud @glowingatdawn @shadowhuntyi

"This is going to be an amazing place, you know." You're standing in the doorway of the newly funded Salvatore Boarding Scool remembering all the memories it holds. Alaric turns around with a smile crossing the room to hug you tightly.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't become a stranger when you moved." You can't help but chuckle. It's not exactly like you just moved a state over.

"I moved to another realm, Ric. It's a little harder than an hour's drive." A couple of students hurry outside laughing. It takes you back to your own high school days though you didn't have a place where you could practise magic openly and safely. You'd lost count of the number of times you'd had to use your magic to save everyone alongside Bonnie, how many times you'd grieved the loss of a loved one and the joy you felt when they made their way back to life.

"I thought I heard my favourite witch." Damon comes walking down the stairs and you must admit that humanity looks good on him. The biggest surprise is Elena not being next to him. When you left, they were quite literally joined by the hip.

"Don't let Bonnie catch you saying that," you chuckle but you're really just happy to see him. He took you in when your parents died and since then the Salvatore mansion had been your home. Back then you'd been his only redemption before he actually started being a good person. Elena had brought it out in him but you like to think you were the beginning of the development. He'd saved your life more than once.

"Don't worry. I tell her the same thing when you're not here." He ruffles up your hair making you feel like a little kid all over again. But this time you're a married adult with your own life and Damon knows that too.

"You look good," he says pulling you in for a hug.

"You too. Apparently, married life suits us both." You know Damon has been torn between wanting to hate Saul for stealing you away and appreciating the fact that he makes you very happy.

"Who would've thought?"

You return to the present realising that you've been standing under the running water long enough for it to turn cold. You use a little magic to quickly dry off your hair so you can be on time for class. You still have no idea how Saul managed to get you a job at Alfea when you're not even a fairy but it makes your marriage a lot easier. Neither of you likes being away from each other but working at Alfea has kept you from your family a lot. You love Saul but you miss Mystic Falls. It clouds your thoughts all through class and by the time you've finished, you're calling Damon to hear how everything is going.

"Hey," you say trying to keep your voice neutral.

"Hi stranger," he replies but you can tell he's busy judging by the sound of chatter in the background. That's when you remember it's family dinner night.

"I completely forgot. We'll talk later." You hang up before he has any time to respond. Your eyes sting but you refuse to cry. It's just tough being away from them all the time. You have more than enough here with Saul and Riven but you miss home.

"I know I'm not a mind fairy but the look on your face says more than enough. What's wrong?" Saul asks. He's just entered your shared bedroom and he looks ready to collapse after a long day.

"It's nothing. I just miss home." You wonder how big the twins have gotten by now and how Hope is doing. You hate to admit that as her godmother you haven't done a pretty good job at being there for her. You text constantly but it's not the same as seeing her. You had promised Klaus to take care of her before he sacrificed himself and then you moved to another realm.

"We could always go visit?" You lock eyes with him never having been more in love with him than right now. Saul has never visited Mystic Falls. Frankly, you'd been terrified to merge those two worlds but now you felt like you had to. You wanted him to know the people who had helped save you and been there as you grew into your own person.

"I'd love that."

==

"This looks pretty impressive." Saul is standing next to you by the gates of the Salvatore Boarding School looking in awe at the place. You know Alfea is a gorgeous place but it has nothing on the Salvatore mansion.

"Walk me through it again. Vampires, werewolves and witches all in one place?"

"Also, hybrids and tribrids which still doesn't really make sense to me but essentially that's the big three, yeah." You laugh a little as you watch the confusion cloud his face. You grew up here and you still struggled to understand all the stuff that happened.

"We're not staying here for long. Damon invited us over for dinner but I just wanted to stop by here." You keep a lookout for any familiar faces and much to your surprise you spot Hope locking lips with some curly-haired boy.

"Hope?" you exclaim. She is definitely not old enough to be dating and the sight makes you temporarily forget about Saul who's currently fighting the urge to draw out the dagger he always hides in his boot. The soldier in him is terrified of vampires and werewolves thinking of the horror stories he always heard as a child despite your reassurances that they were people the same as the fairies.

"Y/N?" Hope runs right into your arms not believing her own eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she asks excitedly. Seeing her makes you realise just how much you've missed this place. You introduce her to Saul who's trying to take everything in and relax a little. You don't blame him. Hearing about vampires and werewolves is very different from actually being around them. Some vampires still give you the creeps even now.

"Thank you for coming," you whisper as Hope leads the way to Alaric's office. She's talking so much she doesn't even notice you saying anything. It's nice seeing her so happy and confident in herself compared to seeing her back in New Orleans. This school had really helped her.

"Here we are," she says stopping in front of a set of doors with Ric's name on it.

"We're staying for a few days. How about you ditch school tomorrow and tell me all about that lover boy I caught you with outside." Hope is quick to agree before heading back outside. It's nice seeing her happy. You know Klaus would've enjoyed it too.

"You ready?" He nods his head and you open the door to see Ric and the twins. It's a happy reunion adding to the feeling of missing out on everything.

"If you miss it so much, I've got a job opening? You could come to teach every other week to make your schedule work." Could it work? Could you have the best of both worlds? You look over at Saul who looks just as surprised as you. It would take some work and planning but you needed this.

"Do you think we could make it work?" you ask Saul hoping he'll say yes. Hoping he'll support you.

"I think you gave up a lot for me by moving to Alfea so it would only be fair that we made this work. Of course, we can make it work." He's still freaked out by the number of supernatural people running around here but he has to admit that it's pretty impressive they all manage to co-exist. He's eager to learn more about them and the history behind their existence. It's also a huge plus that he gets to see you happy.

"I guess my answer is yes then."

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

I have been tagged by @vellichor-virgo!

my words are wary, delicate, spill, worry

wary (Hurricane) (I love Nunez SO MUCH, especially his banter with Tempest)

Nunez’s table was around a corner, somewhat secluded from the main part of the tavern. He looked just as Aella remembered: tall and fat, his olive skin perhaps a shade more tanned than when she’d last seen him. As they approached, he was laughing with his crew—or the part of them that were present—but as soon as he saw Tempest, his eyes lit up and he stood. “Captain Onyeisi!” He dipped his head slightly.

“Captain Nunez.” Tempest nodded a reply.

“Can I help you?”

“I’d like to borrow the Firebird.”

A wary edge crept into his tone. “Why?” Nonetheless, he hadn’t said no.

“Because Anvindr Grimmur stole my ship and I intend to get her back. Besides, you owe me one after what happened in Salé.”

Nunez nodded. “Si, but you owed me one for Île Sainte-Marie.”

“Then you can call in a favour in return for this.”

delicate (Hurricane) (and now for a less enjoyable thing... tw for broken bones and a brief mention of blood)

It took him just two short strides to reach her. She rolled and clawed her dagger from her belt. Tears sprang to her eyes, but it was enough to deflect his first blow. She managed to struggle to her feet.

His second blow batted the knife from her hand like a toy. He grinned. She stepped close and jabbed her elbow at his left shoulder, but the movement was clumsy. It barely seemed to bother him. So much for the old bullet wound there.

He got a foot behind her ankle. She wanted to move, but her body wouldn’t do it. He jerked forward. She fell hard on her back. A lightning bolt of pain splintered through her chest and she stifled a scream. He placed one boot so it hovered delicately above her broken wrist. She tried to scramble sideways. Too slow. Too slow. His foot pressed down. She gasped and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She’d lost.

spill (Dragonsong)

Isi swung down from her horse’s back, her boots splashing in the mud, and took hold of Robin’s reins to lead both horses under cover. “Can you get them settled? I’ll get us a room and come back to get our bags.”

Robin nodded and Isi ducked back out into the rain. It drummed on her head and back as she strode through the mud, as fast as she could without sending her cloak flying out behind her. Mercifully, the inn itself was warm and dry, golden light spilling from torches around the walls. She flung her hood back and paused for a moment, drinking in the warmth.

This was the same inn they’d stayed in on their way to the dragon’s cave, and the innkeeper recognised Isi from across the room. Likewise, Isi recognised her. Baya.

worry (Dragonsong) (we like Robin enjoying himself)

The bed had turned slightly; Isi shoved it with her hip to straighten it up. “How’s your magic practice with SB?”

His eyes lit up. “Good, actually! It’s so good to talk to another mage, even just for another perspective. It’s not like magic is something you learn out of a book, but sometimes other people have other ways of doing things that work better for you.”

“Just don’t tire yourself out, alright?”

“Huh? I’m mostly fine. A lot at once is tricky, but really the worst bit is the shaking hands.” He braced his back on the doorframe and held up both hands. They still quivered, though less than they had before. “If I have to cast so I don’t surge, I might as well do useful stuff. Like warming up soup.”

Isi smiled.

“Which sounds very trivial but, you know…” He trailed off and changed tack. “You don’t need to worry about me doing too much, though. I’m not doing anything that big… and honestly? It feels good.”

I will tag @ashen-crest @zmwrites @diphthongsfordays and anyone else who wants to play! your words are memory, mutter, minor, main

[panychocolatito]

Some little things I liked from this mcc in no particular order (focusing on Illumina bc... well... he's cool and I’m so proud)

Illumina killing it in Ace Race after the last mcc is character development. I mean, the madman speedran the practice map like crazy and SB has a better time bc he glitched the map and won't tell Illumina how to do it.

He was also the one who planed who would be hunter for each opposite team on Tag. He said he examined a lot of vods to get this right and it paid of.

He showed off his bridging skills again and after the event Grian joined the call, mentioned his strategy for this game was to follow Fruit but from now on he's going to follow Illumina.

He was so sure his team could do great at Buildmart and he was right.

He did another ace in Battle Box and didn't even notice he was the only one left of his team.

That clutch in Dodgeball, guys. He was apologizing so much, so sure he would fail, but he still made it! (obvs also props to Krinios, Punz and Eret).

After the game he tried a few runs in 1.16 and talked about his teammates. He said Eret was great! SHUT UP, LET THE BICONS TALK TO AND PRAISE EACHOTHER. BI SOLIDARITY.

The all were so scared and sad after finishing Sands of Time in a rush and got so happy when they saw they still could make it.

And how much they celebrated in the end. Hearing Illumina scream like that is not really common, so I'm really happy for him. He was so happy.

"minecraft championship Any% speedrun wr"

"WE WENDY'S!!!"

He got TOP 5

And he took off the crown, I didn't knew you could do that

I'm so happy for all of them. Tomorrow I'll watch the other's vods but for now CONGRATS TEAL TURKEYS

LOOK AT HIM GO

[erischaos]

the beginning

summary: on your anniversary, you remember how you met Johnny.

words: +1,9k

tags: fluffy

It all started a few years ago, in 2017, when you were doing a part-time job in the SBS radio as the script writer and semi-producer for a new show that was going to take place in march. The only thing that they told you about it was that it was going to be host by two newly debuted idols from a very famous company, a new that made you very excited. A few weeks later a meeting with both of them took place but you had a final exam at uni and you couldn´t attend, which made you a lot more nervous since you still didn’t knew who the idols were, because that information was confidential. The first show came sooner than expected, and as a part of the team you were finally going to met the idols. While you were waiting for them to arrive one of your girl coworkers came to you.

“y/n you can’t imagine how handsome they are” she said, almost screaming “you’re going to die when you see them” you laughed but since you were a little picky you choosed to not take her words too serious. But, oh lord, how wrong you were.

Two tall men came through the door, a blond and a brunette one. You weren’t stupid and you didn’t lived under a rock, but you were distracted enough to not notice the name of the show, which gave away completely the name of the group. A very young Jaehyun and Johnny stood in front of you and introduced themselves to the team.  Jaehyun was pretty, he was a very beautiful man, his kind eyes and his dimples were to die for, but Johnny, he was a different story. He wasn’t just pretty, his particular features left you breathless at first sight, and his aura was captivating and it made your knees weak. You felt embarrassed, he was an idol yes, but first of all he was your new coworker, and you weren’t a teenager anymore.

After all of the formalities the tallest, Johnny, came to you and started to ask a lot of technical stuff and you did your best to explain but damn, you were blown away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of honey and he never cut the visual contact which made you a lot more nervous and flustered. His voice was deep and assertive, it really looked like he knew what he was talking about, it even seemed like he knew more than you. He called his friend and you explained both some things about the script and when the time came they started the show. You were surprise this was their first time, they looked nervous but at the same time they were eloquent and funny. You tried your best to pay attention to your work, because that’s what they were paying you for, not to look at Johnny. But damn, it was hard.

A week passed and the only thing that you did was waiting for the night to see him. You were going mad. He was just a man. An idol, a very handsome and cute, and funny, and kind man, but at the end he was just a man. You realized you were completely fucked up when you started to watch his fancams. I mean, he was famous, talented, successful, and you were a very average looking exchange student who every month struggled with paying the bills. You mentalized yourself, that night you were going to do your work and nothing else, but he made it difficult though, every night before starting he used to talk to you about whatever was on his mind. But this time you were going to stay strong and tell him you had to be focused on your work.

Everything was going fine at first, but Johnny wasn’t going to let you live in peace. Actually, he was going to change your whole life with a single question.

“y/n would you like to take a coffee with me after tonight’s show?” your whole brain shut down. The only thing you could do was to blurt “yes, yes, sure, I would like that a lot” Great, you sounded like a fucking asshole, and a very, very desperate one, congratulations.

You were nervous like you’ve never been in your life. And confused, was this a date? A simple coffee? What did he wanted to talk about? About the radio? Jesus, you haven’t had a date in years. Time passed surprisingly fast for your liking and soon you found yourself on the cafeteria of the building having a decaffeinated cappuccino and listening to him talk about NCT 127 promotions. You weren’t sure if it you passed out from the stress and it was all a dream or if you actually had Johnny Suh talking to you about his day and laughing at your dad jokes.

Soon it became a routine, every night after the show you both went to the cafeteria and talked until late about your childhood, your dreams, your fears, until you had to leave to go to sleep so you didn’t die at uni next morning. Talking to him was effortless, it was like you knew him all your life, he was even better than what you thought, so full of love to give, smart, thoughtful, trustable, caring, so you weren’t surprised when you realized you were in love.  It happened after a little hiatus the program took for a show they had overseas, and when you saw him again for the first time it hit you. He came almost running to you and hugged you tight in front of all the team “I missed you a lot” he said, muffled by your hair. You found yourself breathless once again and mumbled a tiny “me too”. And just like that the realization came: you were deeply and madly in love with Johnny Suh and you wanted him to hold you like that for the rest of your life. You both let go the hug and everybody went back to work, except for you two. “a little bird told me your birthday is in a few days so, I was wondering if instead of a coffee you would like to have dinner with me” you were shooked, if the coffee dates weren’t actually a date, this was. And for your birthday! You were exploding with happiness.

That night also was when the first kiss happened. While the program was going on and Jaehyun was reading some twits from the fans, you and Johnny locked eyes. And it felt different, it wasn’t a simple visual contact, it was filled with a tension of some kind, you could feel it from across the glass and you were sure he was feeling the same too. He went on with the script but he never stopped looking at you and it was getting very intense and it only stopped when it was time for the commercials. Eventually the show ended and like every night you both headed to the elevator to go to the cafeteria floor. Normally being on the elevator with him felt overwhelming but to a normal amount. That time he didn’t even gave you time to feel nervous, as soon as the door closed he roughly leaned his whole body against yours until your back touched the wall, looking at you in the eyes, like if he was asking for your permission, you pushed him down by the nape and connected your lips to his. It was the most intense kiss you ever had, it conveyed so much passion, weeks of holding back now were being unleashed in a single kiss. His lips were heaven and hell, so dangerous but so necessary, like a drug. His hands were all over you and yours were tugging at his perfectly styled hair, now messy. You were forced to stop when the elevator reached its destiny and the door opened but your legs weren’t responding and him didn’t moved either, so you stayed for a few seconds looking at each other, breathing heavily, until you both started laughing and finally came out.

The new routine was making out in every corner of the building everytime you were alone and then go to drink coffee and chat like nothing happened. Like if you weren’t a mess, and like if he hadn’t had to hide a boner everytime. It was surreal.

Since the radio program ended after twelve o’clock you celebrated your birthday along with your coworkers, and when the show ended you went to change your clothes while Johnny waited for you in the hall, downstairs. You wore a red dress and only a red lipstick since you wanted to look good quickly, and let your hair down. When you finally met you noticed he changed his outfit for a more elegant one: black shirt and black pants. You both flustered when you saw each other “you look amazing birthday girl” he flirted with you. “you don’t look that bad yourself JonhD” you said back. “JonhD?”, he asked confused “yes, you know…your name is John and you are a dj” he laughed out loud at your explanation while he helped you to get on the company van. Soon you arrived to a private restaurant, that giving the hour it was supposed to be closed but SM has its ways.

In the middle of it was a table settled for two and Johnny helped pulling your chair like a gentleman. The conversation went very fluid during all the dinner until the champagne arrived. He stopped talking and stared at your eyes, and you realized they got teary so yours did too. He swallowed and spoke “y/n this might sound a little rushed, giving the fact that we only knew eachother two months ago and all that but” he made a pause to breath and you did too “I think I’m in love with you and, I’ll really love to be your boyfriend” a tear fell from his eye. “i know it might be hard because of my work and the fans but I really want you to be my girl” he started to get nervous since you weren’t answering “I fully understand if you don’t want to though”. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but it was real. He was in front of you, looking at your eyes and saying that he loved you. You were paralyzed and the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you speak, but you ignored it and answered.

“John Suh, nothing in this world could make me more happy right now than call you my boyfriend” you grabbed him by his hands and smiled at him “I love you, I truly do”. He left out all the air he was holding and smiled too “thanks god, I though I was going to have to return your gift” he took out of his blazers pocket a medium sized velvet box and handed it to you. “oh Johnny, you shouldn't have brought me anything” he shushed you and looked at you expectantly. Without wasting any more time you opened it and inside of it was a beautiful and delicate heart necklace with both initials and your birthday date, which now was also your anniversary. Needless to say you were speechless.

Even after a year and with him taking a nap in your lap it all still felt like a dream, Johnny declaring himself to you, and now he being your first love and first boyfriend. You gently stroked his hair with one hand at the same time you were playing with your necklace, after a few minutes he slowly woke up and looked at you “nice double chin, baby” he murmured. “I can’t believe that the first thing you do after waking up is making fun of me” he laughed and you lowered your head to kiss him “happy first anniversary headass”. 

Hii!! this is my second scenario ever and since the first one got a lot of notes i decided to write another. its not as good as the first one in my opinion but i had this idea on my mind for a while and i wanted to share it! please if you notice any grammatical error let me know! it means a lot for me if you could like and share<3 

Thank you for reading me and STAY HEALTHY.

[theharellan]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: stolen from @dansiere tagging: @ghiassan, @deathsreflection, @altuspavus, @windrunnerrs (velanna), @hopewrought, @willbeshot, @seahaloed (iron bull), @asterfed​ (noctis), @ anyone who wants to steal it! also multis feel free to choose a different character

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated (i’m open to roleplaying with non-dragon age characters, and have AUs for other fandoms)

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. solas is both wildly popular and wildly hated. he’s been more consistently popular than the controversial women in the series, like sera or vivienne, who have only recently begun to get to the point where their tags are less vitriolic (although i’m sure it’s still out there), but there’s still a sizable hatedom that can’t have his name breathed in their vicinity w/o them talking abt how much they hate him. even if you’re currently cosplaying him!

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. again, you have ppl who are super into him and ppl who think he’s ugly. my personal opinion is that i think he’s weirdly pretty, and wish ppl would commit more to his unconventional features rather than try to chisel him into sb more traditionally attractive and that ppl who don’t find him attractive would maybe chill w/ calling him ugly. find him unattractive by all means, but lets embrace the fact that inquisition let their love interests have skin flaws etc and accept that some won’t be our cups of tea.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. its hard to deny at this point tbh.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. frustrating as the hate in the tags he has enough fans that i couldnt say he’s underrated w/ a straight face.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. he’s the reason the game starts with a bang and not the inevitable dissolution of the conclave b/c the sides are disparate.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. regardless of solas’ relationship with the inquisitor, there are parallels and contrasts in their stories and he also is the reason they survive inquisition.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. fen’harel is well-known and revered, if feared, among the dalish, yet at the same time he’s not remembered for a lot besides locking the gods away-- and the context of that decision has also been lost. as solas he’s relatively unknown until inquisition and especially trespasser.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. again, polarising!! he has loyal agents and people are willing to speak well of him despite everything, including his enemies sometimes (depending mostly on the inquisitor). 

How strictly do you follow canon?  — generally i try to have a canon basis for my interpretation, even if i interpret the text differently than the author.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  solas is an immortal who is simultaneously jaded and very much invested in the small moments of life. far from being weary of the day-to-day lives of ordinary people, it is systems and orders he is most tired of. he walks an interesting line that feels far less misanthropic than other immortal characters i’ve experienced, yet still he’s quite cynical. as a character who has fought against religious based tyranny before, but in a completely different era, he is in a unique position where what he sees around him is both horrifyingly familiar and yet completely new. it allows an exploration of the wrongs of thedas’ society from an outsider’s perspective. his motivations are complex and multifaceted, often condemnable and yet also understandable. his character arc in inquisition (if befriended, or regardless in the case of my solas) takes him from a dispassionate, disconnected antagonist to someone deeply invested in the people of thedas, deeply conflicted and actively hoping he will be proven wrong again. i think his story is a testament to human (or elven, or dwarven, or-) connection and how even when we resist we can’t resist creating bonds with the people in our lives. i personally see this bond going beyond the inquisitor hence why i play low-approval solas as conflicted as high-approval, if not when it comes to the inquisitor.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  solas is selfish and motivated solely by revenge, he’s clinging to a past that clearly no longer exists, if you ignore all the people from it who are still alive. he’s totally unaware of all his flaws and never owns up to any mistakes ever. no, i haven’t listened to a single word solas has said in my life why do you ask. he’s also critical of my faves which means he’s #cancelled, there is clearly no validity to what he’s saying. ksjdf no but in all seriousness i think a lot of reasons ppl don’t find solas interesting are just... weird readings of his character that sometimes have no basis in the text of inquisition, but also there are plenty of perfectly valid reasons to not find him interesting. usually those ppl don’t like... talk abt how much they don’t find him interesting constantly tho. they just chill and aren’t invested in this particular villain. for one thing i think the game missed out on opportunities for exploring how someone who may not have even had a body at the beginning of his existence would feel about gender and sexuality, so making him presumably straight and cis was a boring choice. i also think that the dragon age games being very protagonist-centric hurts solas’ character, there’s no real reason why the inquisitor is the only one who can throw his plans into question but making the player the center of the universe means he’s not allowed to change due to the effects of other companions or NPCs. thank god this is rp and i do what i want.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  i have a history degree so when the inquisition companions were being teased, solas describing bias in primary sources from the memories he’s seen got me interested in him. but my first playthrough i didn’t actually take him with me all too often, i think my main party was dorian-blackwall-varric. i liked him, and i think he or dorian were my first friends in skyhold, but my initial interest was in other characters. between his dialogue that appealed to the historian in me tho and how his spirit opinions sort of turned everything i’d felt about spirits in the last two games on its head, i started vibing with him more the farther i went in. like merrill set me up for the “spirits are people” thing and solas hit it out of the park. then temple of mythal happened, and i did bring solas with me there. i found his dialogue fascinating and also suspicious, i’d just finished masked empire like the day before da:i came out so i definitely thought solas was an ancient elf in the same vein as felassan. it was after temple of mythal that i actually decided to make his blog, although like as one idk linchpin to cement my status as solas trash... i was hit BAD by the banter bug on my first playthrough, probably got like a dozen banters total. but then at some point late in the game i took solas to the forbidden oasis and he wouldn’t stop talking to people, and i really loved his banter with the rest of my party at the time.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  replaying inquisition, new DA content when the bioware gods deign to grant us a lifeline, but the biggest thing is my rp partners. i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the people i write with, new and old. my activity of late hasn’t been the best, work and the summer heat has really been sapping me of energy, and does even during years when we aren’t going through a pandemic. but it’s the thought of my rp partners and love of solas that keeps me coming back.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? i have my doubts sometimes, but i think i do ok.

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? there is no headcanon too small for me.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. but not lately * gestures to the low activity * i’ve been in this cycle where i get anxious abt late replies, so prioritise them, then burn myself out and can’t write the fics i want. i’ve had two i’ve been DYING to write tho i just... need to find the space in my brain to let myself.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. i mean it depends on the day. if i work closing shifts at my store it gets very quiet and boring around 8:30 so i spent the next 90 minutes thinking about character stuff.

Are you confident in your portrayal?  YES / NO / SORT OF? 

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. 

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO / SORTA.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  i’m going to say ‘no’ because like, i don’t ask for criticism. this is a hobby based on my interpretation of a character, if you think i write solas too soft then you’re welcome to think that, but i’m happy with the balance i’ve struck with his internal versus external behaviour and how he changes based upon who he’s speaking to. if you think i’m erasing straight people by making solas pan then ksjdfs. ok.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  yes!!! even if they retread ground already trodden, a) my interpretation may have adjusted since the last time i played or b) a reminder is nice. if it’s new stuff then it’s fun to think about.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  it’d depend on why they disagree. if they just disagree on a subjective opinion about what i took from a certain line, then they’re welcome to their opinion but i don’t necessarily care to hear it. if it is unintentionally hurtful then i would like to know. although rather than a comment i’d rather a non-anonymous message.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  same as the above.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  if they’re vocal about it i typically just unfollow / softblock if i was following in the first place. people can feel how they want about solas, but i’ve found over the years that if people really hate solas ooc it can often bleed into their ic interactions. it’s really weird seeing your character being brought up repeatedly in threads with others specifically to dunk on, for no reason other than i guess solas is living rent free in their heads, so at least we have that in common. but anyway unfollowing is just the best choice to avoid getting kinda pressed if i’m having a bad day.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  roleplay is the wild west of writing, so i think it’d depend on what the error was. coming at me like “you shouldn’t start a sentence with a preposition” would get a laugh, but i don’t edit my replies much if at all and mistakes will 100% happen. pointing out typos is chill so long as you do it politely.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  it depends! i’ve learned that being too easy going actually just means i’m subjecting myself to negative emotions to please people. so i’ve gotten less easy going as the years go by. how does one define “easy going” anyway? does asking that question mean i am objectively not easy going? the longer this thought goes on the more the answer seems to be “probably not,” but i like to think it could be a lot worse.

[nash-bby118]

Writetober Day 10: Hide and Seek (Steelbeak’s Hell)

Notes: 

Time for a very quick game of Hide and Seek with Taurus Bulba! 

Also SB and Lexi have a genuine moment and Taurus ruins it :V

No need for warnings that I can see.

Once inside the room, we backed up over to a wall and crouched down to the floor. We both tried to steady our heavy breathing as we held onto each other.

My ear was up against his chest so I could tell how much he was panicking while trying not to show it.

We couldn’t help but flinch at the loud explosions and screams of our Eggmen as they were brutally murdered or severely injured. And for what? Because High Command decided to save his life and turn him into a cyborg, thinking he’ll work for them?

Talk about a plan blowing up in their faces…

Boom!

…Literally…

But of course, High Command could care less about what happens to their agents. We could send out a SOS and they wouldn’t send back up.

The base shook like an earthquake as more parts of it were getting destroyed. He and I mentally wondered if we would be trapped in it if we couldn’t escape soon.

We listened to Taurus’ heavy footsteps as they grew closer and closer. Both of our breaths stopping in our throats as we waited to see what more he would do. Or if he’ll find us.

Then just like that, things went quiet. Too quiet. No loud footsteps, there wasn’t any explosions, or anything. We could still hear the screams and cries of the Eggmen. But that was it.

Still, we didn’t move from our spots.

Suddenly, the door was destroyed and Taurus Bulba chuckled evilly as he walked inside and up to us.

“Did you forget that you gave me special vision that allows me to see through walls?” Taurus asked.

“W-We did?” Steelbeak asked. “Only uh… High Command knew that sort of stuff…”

“Nevertheless, I said I would return to deal with you later.”

“Listen, I didn’t want this! They were gonna have me replaced with youse and demote me from Chief Agent!” Steelbeak pleaded and moved in a way that made the tags on my collar jingle.

“Oh... You’re getting demoted alright…” Taurus smirked and Steelbeak gulped in fear.

“But-” Steelbeak was cut off.

“Come here, agent of SHUSH. I never forgot you.” Taurus said to me.

I looked at Steelbeak, who let go of me and gave me a pitied look.

“Go.” He muttered.

Slowly, I crawled over to Taurus Bulba who looked at my collars.

“Hm… I was going to demote you from the land of the living. But I got a better idea. Both of you come with me.” Taurus said and grabbed us both by our clothes.

Taurus Bulba carried us through the destroyed base until we were outside and he threw us onto the ground.

“Now… take that shock collar off her and put it on your own neck. I’m sure it can be loosened up… even by a little bit to fit around yours.”

“…What?” Steelbeak questioned as he sat up.

“DO IT!” Taurus growled.

“Okay! Okay!” Steelbeak yelped, taking the remote out and hitting the button that unlocked it.

Steelbeak took the collar off and in his shaking hands, he loosened it as much as it could. Then looked at Taurus who showed him one of his weapons as a silent threat. He wanted to fight back so bad but knew there was just no way he could go up against him and win.

“Tick tock, ex-agent of FOWL.” Taurus said, impatiently.

Sighing, he gave me a quick glance before he tried to fit the collar around his neck. Struggling to get it to lock behind him. It was loosened up but was still a little too small for his neck.

After watching him struggle for a minute or two, Taurus grabbed it and forced it around his neck, choking him in the process. With it locked in place, he grabbed the remote that was sitting on the ground.

“I’ll get a bigger one later. Don’t need you choking to death on me. But this will work for the time being.” Taurus chuckled.

Frowning, I crawled up to Steelbeak and sat by him. Placing a paw on his side that he wasn’t laying on. Slowly, he rolled over and sat up, clearly having a hard time breathing.

“You. Scram!” Taurus ordered, coming up to us and trying to kick me.

I yelped and jumped backwards, just barely missing his foot. I started shaking in fear but didn’t move otherwise.

“Didn’t you hear me, you dumb agent? I said SCRAM!” I flinched at the tone but only looked at Steelbeak.

I couldn’t just leave him. He’s all that I have. I would be a bad dog if I left him alone to deal with Taurus by himself.

“Fine. Be that way.” Taurus said, getting a weapon ready.

“Wait.” Steelbeak managed to get out and crawl so he was closer to me. “Let me try something?”

“You got 20 seconds. And that’s me being generous.” Taurus said.

“L-Look at me, babe.” Steelbeak said, turning back to me. Once he had my attention, he continued. “Get out of here. Now. That’s an order.”

He slowly reached behind me and took the other collar off. I heard the click of the buckle and watched him throw the collar in a random direction.

“Go home. To Duckburg. To that McDuck mansion. I don’t care. Just go anywhere that isn’t here, alright?” He added, truly sounding like he was struggling to talk with how tight the collar was.

Even his breathing seemed like a struggle.

Duckburg? But my home is St. Canard at our penthouse? The ducks at the mansion are the enemy. Why would I go there?

I wanted to ask so many why questions. But knew better than to do that and besides, he has the final say. So… if he wants me to go to Duckburg and to the McDucks… then so be it.

Hell, maybe they’ll help save him from Taurus Bulba!

“Okay.” I nodded after a few seconds. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl.” Steelbeak said, pulling me into a hug. Then he whispered into one of my ears, “I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done the last few years.”

“Huh?” I was about to question what he meant when Taurus pulled him away from me.

“Alright! That’s enough! For the last god damn time, scram!”

I glanced at Steelbeak one more time before turning around and crawled towards the collar. I picked it up in my mouth and crawled into the forest. I only stood up and began walking when I was a good distance away.

Steelbeak was still in his grip when Taurus scoffed.

“You’re both pathetic. I’m having a hard time believing what you said about being sorry. Why would an agent of FOWL be sorry for doing THAT and god knows what else to someone?”

Steelbeak looked away, unable to answer that.

“Well? I expect an answer!” Taurus added.

“B-Because I fucked up somewhere.” Steelbeak choked out.

“Do tell. What did you fuck up?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to grow close and yah know… bond with her…” Steelbeak replied. “…My enemy of all things…”

Taurus chuckled loudly.

“Oh wow… and here I thought her Stockholm syndrome was bad. And yet, your Lima Syndrome might be worse!” Taurus said. “I mean, you actually apologized for torturing your own enemy that you were holding captive! What would your delightful bosses think or do for that matter?”

“Uh… They would probably kill her and then me for thinking I was going soft and switching sides or something.” Steelbeak frowned.

“Yes well, I guess we’ll never know hmm?” Taurus hummed.

“What are you… gonna do?” Steelbeak was afraid of the answer.

“That collar should be a good indicator. I was going to kill you both myself but I like what you were apparently doing to her. Turned her into a little lap dog that would be loyal to the end, right? What would High Command think if I did the same to their Chief Agent?” Taurus asked.

“They wouldn’t care! They don’t care about any of us!”

“Good. So no one will come and rescue you.” Taurus said.

“Well… yeah…” Steelbeak admitted, sadly. “Every man for himself, yah know? FOWL agents don’t care about each other… for the most part…”

“Is that why you kidnapped an agent of SHUSH and forced companionship out of her?”

“No… that started out as revenge and now we’re here.” Steelbeak shrugged.

“Or so you claim. You sure you didn’t do it for other reasons?” He teased.

“Look, why do youse want me? High Command was the one that decided to do this to you! If anything, I was an innocent bystander!” Steelbeak argued, not taking that bait.

“I wouldn’t call you of all people ‘innocent’ since you know damn well you’re not. I mean, how many crimes were committed against her alone? Nevertheless, you were still there. I said I would return to deal with you. And if I‘m being honest, I could use a punching bag.”

Steelbeak gulped. Oh. This is karma finally catching up with me, right? It has to be. He suddenly realized.

“And a new pet too…”

Yep. Definitely karma.

“Best of all, I won’t have to worry about anyone trying to save you. And I doubt that SHUSH agent will be able to track you. Not that her poor family will let her out of their sights again anyway.”

“Can’t we… yah know… talk it out?” Steelbeak tried to get out of it.

“Hmm no.” Taurus replied before shooting off and flying into the air, with him still in his tight grip in one hand and the remote in the other.

Steelbeak was caught off guard when they suddenly took to the air. He used that height as a chance to mentally say goodbye to St. Canard. It’ll take a while, he knew that much, but one day he’ll escape Taurus Bulba.

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Anon 1 said:

I’m trying to find a fic I read a long time ago. It was a political animals setting but Steve is the presidents son. If you could help me find it or anything relating to it that would be great.

Anon 2 said:

looking for a fic i can’t find anywhere. i think it’s solely set in the 30s-40s. i don’t remember much but buckys sister rebecca marries a closeted gay man and there’s a scene where bucky is fixing a sink maybe and kisses him then punches him?

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Anon 3 said:

Hey I’ve checked the tags but haven’t been able to find a fic. It’s one where Tony and Steve used to be together and then Bucky returned. Steve left Tony for him, but they never really mentioned it until Bucky pointed out how Tony obviously cared about him (or was in love, i can’t remember for certain what it was) and Steve told him they used to be together but it was in the past and because he had thought Bucky was dead.

thatannoyingwitch said:

Hey I've been searching this fic for a long time but I can't find it. Steve and bucky were married and they had two mutants kids, they were having issues to the point that Steve feared their marriage was dead. Some help?

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Anon 4 said:

hey! i’m looking for a fic where i think steve went on a killing spree and nat gave him people to hunt down until it went too far and she took him to a house with bucky?? i remember from the last chapter he woke bucky up because he was having a flashback or something. sorry this is so vague haha thank you!

Anon 5 said:

Hi im looking for this fic, im pretty sure it came out last year where bucky is this mechanic and steve was an undercover fbi agent and its basically a fast and furious au? I cant remember the name and i cant find it anywhere

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Anon 6 said:

Hi guys, could you please help me find a fic where the Winter Soldier meets one of the old Howling Commandos, I don't remember who exactly but Morita, maybe? I'm so sorry I'm so vague on details but it maybe happens in the hospital and I think the WS is about to kill him but in the end probably doesn't go through with it. I'm so sorry about the lack of information but if sb could help I'd be very grateful! Thanks so much!

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Anon 7 said:

so Im looking for one of the very first fics I’ve ever read in the fandom. I remember one scene in the war I think where Bucky gets captured and his captors stick his head in a bucket of water? Trying to drown him to interrogate him? It’s pretty old I think, I even went as far as November 2018 to see if I could find this but nah

Anon 8 said:

I’m drawing a blank trying to search for this story. It is just a short one, the avengers are having a movie night and Steve brings ice cream sandwiches. He doesn’t eat one and instead has a popsicle which drives Bucky nuts until he kicks the other avengers out

Anon 9 said:

hi can you help me find a fic where steve wakes up from the ice and one night a few weeks later he’s in his apartment and bucky comes in through the window, wakes him up and takes him on a road trip? my phone died while i was reading it:/ thankyou!!!

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Anon 10 said:

hiii i love you and i've been looking for this fic i just read like a day ago but i lost it : ( nat drops bucky off at steve's plece and he has no memories but slowly gets them back. the boys tease tony about the time they boned howard and it's a riot. bucky was on the phone with nat and during the call he realized she was in the middle of something with clint and went "nat you cant answer the phone while youre having sex with someone it's rude" steve and bucky have this cute dont faint line <3

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Anon 11 said:

Some time ago I read a mpreg fic and I think it was steve pregnant and he didn't want to wear maternity clothes.. you can help me with the name

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Anon 12 said:

i’ve looked & looked but i can’t find this fic anywhere. i’m looking for a fic where bucky describes all the things he wants to do to steve and kind of acts it out without ever touching steve (and he comes untouched). i think it started with steve drawing or painting a naked bucky?? there was a lot of dirty talk and a possible praise kink but i can’t fully remember. thanks in advance!

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Anon 13 said:

Hi! I need help finding a fic I read a while ago where Sarah Rogers and Bucky's father fall in love, but she's already promised to marry Joseph Rogers. She ends up marrying Joseph when he comes to America from Ireland and Bucky's father marries someone, too. I think it might have been a soulmate fic, but nothing with the tags shows up. The first time Bucky's Dad sees Sarah she is yelling at some guy hitting on her and he asks her out multiple times before she says yes.

Anon 14 said:

Hi there guys! I don't know if this one has been asked before but; I was trying to find a fic but cant recall the name of a Stucky fic in which Bucky and Steve realize that they never been with anyone but each other so one decides to choose Tony and the other decides on Iron Man (no one on the team realizes Tony and Iron Man are one in the same)

[un-deux-zero-quatre]

“come be my teacher”

→ pairing: kim seokjin x (f) reader → genre: fluff, crack, if you squint it’s slow-burn → part i: 2,208 words → author note: inspired by a cute TA and my miserable effort in a korean language course while studying abroad. unlike y/n’s bold self. i never actually made efforts to get to know boys on campus, but then again i was never blessed to attend school with worldwide handsome jin. this is my first fic so hopefully you enjoy it, let me know what you think :)

(gif found on sbs website)

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You dabbed at the sweat droplets that formed on your forehead as the elevator to the sixth floor dinged to signal its arrival (fucking finally, you thought to yourself). You stepped out alongside a few other students heading towards room 605 for intro to Korean. A student sitting on the floor with his back against the windowed wall caught your peripheral. You glanced in the most casual manner you could pull off, but he was too busy looking down at his phone and you were forced to keep walking in the throng of students in the busy hallway. He looked cute, but honestly, half the campus was attractive boys that never gave you the light of day. Plus, having hiked half a mountain and power walked a large portion of your campus, the only thing on your mind was finding a seat to sink into, getting your heavy backpack off your sore shoulder, and downing the ice cold water in your HydroFlask. Not another cute boy who would ignore you. You made a beeline for a desk near the middle of the room, next to the giant windows. After not so carefully dumping your backpack on the desk table, you reached over to pull the window open, wondering why the hell you thought that wearing a long sleeve hoodie over black leggings during spring in Seoul seemed liked a good idea when you got dressed this morning. “I think my last brain cell stopped functioning the minute it started getting warmer,” you say to your deskman and friend, who is immersed in her music but gives you a sympathetic smile. Being that it was just the first week back to school, the classroom was still half empty. Most students would likely pile in gradually after managing to find the correct classroom… Yonsei was not exactly a small campus. Even local students found it difficult at times to navigate the famous campus.

You took this as an opportunity to lazily get going on the notes projected on the board. It was mostly stuff you’d get on the syllabus anyway, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a digital copy; you did have a knack for misplacing important documents when you needed them the most and you did not want to have to suffer anymore than you anticipated from a course titled ‘Survival Korean.’ Despite having lived in the capital city for a couple months, your Korean had barely progressed from being able to order coffee and read instagram captions. Err, 70% of some instagram captions. So here you were at 8:45 am on this warm and cloudy day, sitting next to your practically fluent friend, mentally playing off your anxiety about being forced to brokenly speak in front of people who probably were only taking the class for an easy A. Before you knew it the professor was calling for attention to commence the class. You barely listened but maintained eye contact and nodding confidently to assert dominance. At least thats what you thought your half-assed efforts were doing for you. “Throughout the following weeks you’ll be working closely with a group of hand selected TA’s who will help you on your weekly tasks. They have worked hard to prepare engaging activities for all of you so please look forward to their lessons.” He signaled at a few older students scattered across the wall opposite to your seat, who flashed friendly smiles or lifted their hands up to identify themselves. You scanned and your eyes fell on one boy with wispy bangs and a soft pout on his lips.

Your one brain cell, as lame as it was at times, immediately recognized him as the boy who was sitting outside the classroom before class started. Getting a better chance at seeing his features you realized he was lowkey more handsome than other boys you’d seen on campus. Everyone knew Yonsei was notorious for attractive and bougie students but you did not expect to have a TA that looked like an Oscar nominated actor. You wondered if he was as kind as his eyes presented, or if he was a case of reverse-bitch face. You were brought back to consciousness when he turned and your eyes connected. You remained expressionless when his plump lips curved upward slightly. You felt your chest clench of embarrassment and quickly shifted your eyes at other students, focusing on each one for a few seconds to play off the fact that you were obviously drooling for this stranger. Why did you feel yourself burning up? It’s not like you have never seen a pretty boy. You weren’t the type to get so worked up over that. You cringed at yourself for feeling so affected that you didn’t even notice the professor had finished talking and students were shuffling to put their stuff away.

You felt your friend poke your arm, “Dude, let’s go.” You looked up at her and slammed your MacBook shut. “Oh— yeah sure! Do you have class right now?” She looked at her phone and groaned, “Ugh, I still have a whole hour before it starts. Let’s go chill somewhere.” Swinging your backpack over your shoulder you followed her out the classroom’s back exit, lowering your gaze to fiddle with your AirPod case just in case another opportunity for you to make an ass of yourself presented itself. You snapped the case open, swinging your hair around to plop the earphone in, missing handsome boy who was standing by the podium by the front door, watching you with curiosity, a tiny smile once again on his lips.

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“I seriously cannot believe we never realized they sell kaya toast here! Why do we always play ourselves?!” your friend sighed as you trudged up the massive concrete steps to Daewoo Annex Hall. “Maybe it’s because we always insist on going off campus to our fave cafe, we just can’t help being so loyal.” The main floor was buzzing with the loud chatter of students mingling in between classes, many of them ordering or waiting for their ritualistic iced Americanos to be served. You joined the short line to order, glancing at the menu above the case of baked goods. Your mind foggily drifted back to handsome boy from earlier. You wondered if he found you weird for staring so intently. By no means did you have a resting bitch face, but your natural expression doesn’t exactly scream approachability. 

Though it had only been a few seconds of staring, you recall how sparkly his eyes had been. His wispy hair framed them perfectly, and alongside his dark eyelashes it was no surprise you were so immediately entranced… You caught yourself; who can even manage to look that attractive so early in the day?! Since when did good looks even mean that much to you? He was probably an asshole anyway, using the TA position only to exert power over undergrads who couldn’t afford do much but beg for mercy during office hours and rant online about shitty policies.

You felt your nose scrunching up into a frown when a loud laugh brought you back to the present moment. Looking down from the menu to the register you noticed a wavy haired, uniform clad barista throwing his head back at what seemed to be the funniest joke in the world. He flashed a boxy smile at whoever was leaned over the bar waiting for their coffee all while his hands expertly handled the register, tucking away won bills and passing a receipt to the customer who just finished ordering. 

“Wow, I guess all the cute boys decided to torture us today,” your friend whispered, raising her eyebrow at you. You couldn’t even try to argue with her, this boy definitely contributed to evidence that only attractive students attended Yonsei… kind of like how handsome boy did as well… As if the universe had heard your mind ruminating, and decided it was time to intervene, the person leaned over the counter turned to look in your direction, and you had to bite your tongue to not gasp when those sparkly brown eyes connected with yours.

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You know those cheesy rom-coms where the protagonist finally meets her true love (or whatever) for the first time and the world magically melts away so that it’s only the two of them? Or how in Bollywood movies when the heroine locks eyes with the bad boy love interest and boom, cue sensual but still cute song with perfectly timed choreography? You loved that shit but never for one second believed it applied to the real world.

So why, God why, did you feel like time had stopped the second his eyes met yours and nothing else, especially not your midday politics class, mattered? “Hey! You’re one our teachers for survival Korean, right?” Your friend’s voice cut through your bizarre cinematic moment. She had stepped forward to order while she greeted none other than mister handsome boy. Although it had felt like an eternity, only a few seconds had transpired so the odds of you looking like a blithering idiot to others was very slim. “Yeah, you have a good eye, there’s about 10 of us there,” he smiled at your friend. “Are you both in the class? My name’s Seokjin, I’ll be teaching the lesson in a couple weeks.” You friend shot a quick smile at him and turned to the barista to order. You glanced quickly at her, the barista whose name tag read Taehyung, and then back at handsome b— err, Jin.

Since both your friend and Taehyung were busy in a transaction, you had no choice but to keep the conversation alive. “Uhh yeah, we are… my name is ____,” your eyes finally settled on his. He straightened up from the coffee bar, starching his arms up and brushing the back of his head.

Fuck, he was tall.

“Are you gonna order coffee, too? Speaking of, where’s mine? Ya! Tae!” He motioned over at the register and you remembered the sole reason for you climbing a steep hill 10 minutes away from your next classroom. You mumbled a soft oh, thanks and faced back to the register to order. It looks like Taehyung had abandoned his spot to make Jin’s drink, so a kind-eyed but sleepy girl took your order instead.

Stuffing your loose change back in your cardholder you made your way over to the main lobby where your friend stood with Jin and two other boys. “Ugh, I think I’ve had enough of feeling awkward for today,” you thought as you slowed down your steps. Always a queen with perfect timing, as you arrived you heard Tae scream out Jin’s name and order and Jin waved goodbye. “See you next week! Don’t forget to pick up a good notebook!” 

“What,” you deadpanned as your friend turned on her heel to stare at you with an expression you only saw when stumbling across an aesthetic new cafe.“What are the odds of us getting such a hot TA for the easiest class ever?! And he’s not a complete jerk, wow.” HA, your lips pursed out as your inner monologue from an hour ago quickly flashed in your find. “I mean, maybe now he’s nice before he actually gets to teach us, what if he completely switches up? Also excuse me, but easiest class ever if you already speak Korean only! I’m not ready to take L’s in front of everyone,” your hands ran through your hair as you plopped down on a couch. “It’ll be fine, maybe Jin can be your motivation.” If the eyes emoji were based on anything, no doubt it was your friends iconic expression. As you opened your mouth to protest she dove away back to the coffee bar for your drinks.

Blowing air out gently from your pursed lips you dwelled on what’s to come. Okay… maybe if you kept an open mind the class (and this very specific TA) wouldn’t be so awful. You did choose to come abroad to a country where didn’t speak the language in hopes of eventually becoming fluent, after all. What good would negativity do? And anyway, it’s not like Jin would be teaching the entire course, so he probably wouldn’t even be able to clock how awkward he made you act (not that you understood either, its not the first time you see a cute boy.) As your friend came back holding two iced caramel macchiatos you resolved to just be as gentle on yourself as possible this semester. You had faced high stress and lost enough sleep last semester over things that were not worth it in the long run, and the thought of handling things the same way again felt draining. Even if it meant looking like a dumbass in front of the class asking wtf anything meant after reading a wall of text, you were going to put in effort in doing well to avoid issues later on and nothing was going to distract you. Not even soft, perfectly messy hair or pretty brown eyes or pillowy lips that curled around words so perfectly you had to restrain yourself from daydreaming.

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[canumoveurseatup-no]

The Mission

Part 2 of Puffballs; from my new Honeybee Series.

Summary: You went on a mission and while trying to save everyone you could, it wasn’t enough. You go home and the dynamic of your family changes because of it.

WC: 4.5K

Pairings: Bucky x Black!Stark!Reader, Bucky x OC!Daughter, Avengers x Black!reader (SB stands for Stark-Barnes)

Warnings: descriptions of civilian casualties during an attack, child death (not Anna), angst, arguing, nightmares, disruption in family dynamic, fluff!

A/N: If you are tagged/ want to be tagged or even just like it. All I ask is that you leave verbal feedback please as I put a lot of effort into my work.

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“Come on SB, we gotta go!,” you heard the quinjet start up through your earpiece as Clint’s tone was stressed and strained.

“I can’t. Not yet. There are still people out here!!,” you rushed civilians out of the houses on the block, running in and out of each one to get them to safety.

“Mommy!! Someone help!,”

You heard someone yell from one of the houses, “Clint there’s a little girl,” you said into the com.

It was just you, Clint, Steve and a few SHIELD agents to run the other carriers. Steve was helping get families out of their homes and to safety as their city was being bombed to smithereens. You ran as fast as you could to the house, hearing the little girl scream. One part of the house was on fire and that was the part she was trapped in.

“Mommmyyyyy!!!,” you could hear her over all the commotion.

“Y/N lets go, everyone is out. We gotta go before they hit again!,” Steve was out of breath and tired.

“I can’t! There’s still a little girl in one of the houses!,”

Without any hesitation, Steve came to help you. The little girl was in the window, the fire blazing behind her.

“Help please!!,” she cried. She was hyperventilating and screaming her head off. She was little, no younger than your Annalise, which prompted you to act fast because she reminded you of your little girl.

“I’m gonna need you to jump. I’ll catch you!,” Steve yelled up at her. The bottom part of the house was now in flames and collapsing.

“I’m scared,” she whined. And you tried your best to talk her down, “My mommy was downstairs then I heard her screaming, is she with you? I want my mommy,”

“Steve, we didn’t get anyone out of this house,” You whisper to him. Trying to find a way to get her down, Steve swore under his breath.

“I’ll help you, you just have to jump. I promise I’ll catch you,” Steve knew you were all running out of time before the house burst fully into flames or the enhanced come back to attack to finish the job.

“I want my mommy!,” she cried.

“Sweetheart, please,” you pleaded. You felt tears in your eyes as you envisioned Anna up there, which was the worst thing to do, “I’m not your mommy but I’ll protect you, I promise. I’ll keep you safe. Just jump and I’ll catch you,” 

You wish she wasn’t so far up, you wish the house wasn’t so big and tall. It makes everything so much harder. You wish there were dark places so you could shadow travel but the fire kept you from doing that. She started slowly climbing out of the window and slowly crept to the edge of the roof. She looked down and froze.

“It’s not so bad, it’s okay!,” Steve tried his best to ease the little girl’s thoughts but she stepped back.

“It’s okay baby girl, I’ll catch. I promise. I won’t let you get hurt,” Your soft, motherly tone seemed to calm her down.

“Guys! We gotta roll out!,” Clint yelled at you two. The other carriers started to leave because they got everyone.

She started coming closer to the edge the more your promising voice talked to her. You reminded her of her mother and that’s why she trusted you so much. Steve’s rushed and loud voice didn’t do much help in this situation. She reminded you so much of Anna so that’s why you took the motherly approach rather than Steve’s.

She was just about to jump when everything happened in slow motion. You had a smile on your face with your arms out, she finally trusted you to jump. But it was all ripped from you both when you felt Steve’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back, running away. You had gone deaf in that moment as you saw the little girl preparing to jump when the missile hit her house. The blast sending you and Steve further back than he had ran. 

You were spread out on your back, ears ringing staring at the sky. You slowly sat up and saw the ruined house where the little girl just was. You stared wide eyed at the scene. You swallowed heavily, taking in what was splayed out in front of you. Gasping for air, you started crying before screaming as loud as you could, “NOOO!,” 

You tried to get Steve’s arms from around you but he had an iron grip on you as he dragged you back to the jet. Bucky and Tony made Steve swear he would look after you and while the scene was heartbreaking he had to get you out of there.

“No! Steve NOO!,” thrashing in his arms as the door shut. The scene slowly being closed off from you as Clint flew you guys away to head home. He set you down and you started punching his chest, straight up sobbing and screaming.

Clint had heard you sobbing but he had to get you guys home. He’d have Steve fill him in on everything later. It hurt him to hear you cry like that so that prompted him to speed up the jet to get you guys home faster.

“I almost had her! I could have saved her!,” you fell to your knees looked at your empty arms. She could have been there, she was so close.

“She had no one, Y/N. I know it hurts but she’d have to live with knowing what happened to her family. You on the other hand have a family to get back to. Casualties happened,”

You wondered how he could just be so closed off about it. Maybe he’d seen so much that he takes it as is and keeps it pushing.

“That could have been Anna!,” another wave of strong emotion washed over you, “That could have been my Annalise. Our Annalise standing on that roof getting ready to jump!,” you’ve seen some shit in your time as an Avenger but that was all before you had Anna. You and Bucky had mainly been doing logistics during and after your pregnancy that way you wouldn’t have spend too much time away from her. But lately you felt like you could get back in the swing of things. After her identity crisis you spent more time with her until Bucky told you it would be fine to go back out, as long as whoever went with you looked out for you. 

You wish you didn’t go back out there.

“She still had so much to experience. So much life to live and it was stripped from her, Steve! That could have been Anna,” you just couldn’t shake the look of relief on her face as she was about to jump just for it to turn into pure horror as the missile came near. 

“Those guys are being taken care of, Y/N,”

“She’s fucking gone, Steve. It’s a little too late for me to care about that,”

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“Bucky...” Steve sighed into the phone, he peered over at you, you were in a haze, your mind playing the series of events over and over again. You wish you could go back in time and do something different.

“Steve, what is it?,” Bucky’s tone was laced with worry.

“It’s, Y/N,” sure Steve could have worded it differently and gotten straight to the point but he wanted to ease Bucky into it and let him know what he'd be dealing with.

“Steve, I swear if you fucking let her get hurt I am going to kick your fucking ass!,” Bucky’s voice boomed in the speaker. You and Bucky used to go on missions together all the time so he got anxious when it came to you going on missions with other people without him. If it was all of you then he was still there to protect you but without him there, he felt like no one else had the capability to protect you like him. Of course you could protect yourself but Bucky would never stop worrying.

“She’s not hurt... physically. It was a mess out there today and she had a front row seat to something that might take a while to get over,”

“Steve, what happened out there?,” Bucky lowered his voice.

Lowering his head and shaking it, he hesitated before speaking into the phone,

“Just...just let Annalise know her mama still loves her,” 

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You stalked off the quinjet like you were dead. Nothing has ever rattled you this hard. As much as it’d make sense for you to actually want to see Annalise, you shut down and hoped that you could avoid her long enough to get yourself together. You saw Bucky once you walked inside and you ran into his arms automatically resorting to crying again.

“Baby, what happened?,” He held you tight as your fists clenched and tugged on his shirt hard.

“I couldn’t save her. I promised I’d save her!,” 

Bucky made the connection from what Steve said on the phone to how hysterical you were and what you were rushing out of your mouth. You always had a soft spot for kids even if they weren’t yours. You always tried to save kids first if they were ever involved. This one must have involved a child. That was the only explanation and that child must have reminded you of the one you came home to every night. Hurting you to your core even more. 

“She trusted me and I failed her,” 

Bucky didn’t know what to say. No matter what he said, it wouldn't ease you. “You did all you could” would just make you feel like shit, making you feel like your best wasn’t good enough. “Casualties happen” would just make him seem aloof about the situation. He knew if he was in your shoes he’d react just as you were but more violently. 

“I’m here for you, baby doll. You know that. We are in this together, always,” 

Bucky didn’t want you to know he was hurting as well. Something about Bucky that no one knows is that he is an empath. When you’re hurting he’s hurting just as bad. When his daughter was having her own problems, it discombobulated him and threw him off kilter.

“Mama,” the little sleepy voice rung through the room.

Bucky felt you tense up in his arms, “Mama, I missed you,” she came forward but all you did was step back and away from her, looking at her in horror. 

“I can’t do this right now,” you told Bucky and walked away out of the room, leaving your daughter standing there looking sad with her stuffed bee in her arms.

“Did I do something to upset, mama?,” 

As if he wasn’t hurting enough, he saw the was his little honeybee’s bottom lip quivered. He knelt down to pull her into a hug. 

“You know how mama and papa go out to fight bad guys to keep you safe?,” 

She solemnly nodded her head, “Well today... the bad guys did something that hurt your mama really bad and she’s having a hard time right now. We just need to give her time. It’s nothing you did,” 

He wiped the single tear that fell from her eye, “I hope she feels better soon. The way she looked at me looked like she was scared of me,” Anna played with the antennas of her bee.

Bucky dropped his head and sighed, “There is just a lot for mama to process right now and as bad as it sounds, seeing you right now is hard for her. But remember she still loves you no matter what. We just have to give her the time and space to collect herself. Just like we tell you to do when you’re upset. You understand?,”

Annalise nodded her head and sighed, “I understand, papa,”

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The nightmares wouldn’t stop. You found comfort staying up late in the lab with your father to keep your mind off of the mission from weeks ago. Every night it was the same, the little girl screaming at you, telling you that you broke your promise and didn’t keep her safe. You'd wake up in a cold sweat and a sore throat from screaming and you’d end up in the lab, tinkering with one of your dad’s projects.

“Sweetie, you gotta talk to someone about this. You’re losing sleep,” You were surprised that out of all people, your dad, the man who has to be forced out of the lab to get sleep was the one preaching to you.

“Dad, I’m fine,” cutting a green wire to fuse it with a blue one, the once defective project lit up.

Things between you and Bucky have been tense and you can’t even be in the same room as your own daughter without having flashbacks of your nightmares. It was taking a toll on your entire family and as much as you knew you need help, you couldn’t admit it.

“Anna needs you, Y/N. Don’t become estranged,” he took a seat beside you and handed you a cup of steaming chai tea. 

“Bucky has explained this to her, dad. She’ll be okay until I get over this,”

Tony sighed and wiped a hand over his face, “You’re making that little girl think you hate her,”

“Dad! Enough,” you snapped. You were exhausted and weren’t in the mood to argue. You felt tears burn your eyes and you angrily shook your head, “I don’t need you guilt tripping me. This isn’t easy for me either but pulling back is what needs to be done until this blows over,”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. This isn’t going to blow over until you sit and talk this out. She needs her mother. You have to take this situation into your own hands or else it will only get worse. Annalise needs her mother,”

“So did that little girl, dad!,” Slamming your fist on the table, you scared Bruce awake from his power nap at the computer, “She needed her mom but she was gone! I was the closest thing to comfort in that moment. She was so close to being saved and I failed her. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to live with the fact I let a child die? That could have been Anna and that’s what hurts. Seeing that little girl as my daughter. I didn’t just see some little girl get bombed, I saw my daughter up there and I don’t even know how to put it in words but it hurts seeing my daughter look at me and then the little girl standing on that roof about to jump in my arms and it all get ripped away!,” 

That’s the most you had to say about that day. You avoided everyone, you avoided talking about it, harboring all the feelings and nightmares.

“I can’t sleep because I see the little girl crying, screaming, begging, asking me why didn’t I do more to save her! Do you know how that makes me feel?,” 

Tony stepped slowly toward you before wrapping you in a hug to let you cry. Bruce had slipped out to give you privacy.

“I understand, Y/N. I’m your father, I’ve seen some things that have hurt me and made it hard to face you but I realized you needed me. You didn't let anyone die. I know it hurts but you still have a little girl that is here, cherish that, appreciate that. It might be fucked up but that little girl and her family are together again even though the circumstances aren't the best,"

You knew he was right but you were nervous about facing your own family. You hadn't even been home, you'd been staying in the tower. But you figured after everything your dad was telling you, you should head home to fix things.

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The next day you cleaned yourself up and headed home, making it seem like you weren’t battling memories in your head. You slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door, slowly walking into the house. Anna’s toys littered all over the living room floor. You heard her giggles in the exercise room and slowly walked up to see her and Bucky lifting weights together.

“I lifted 175 pounds today, papa!,” she clapped and he was so proud of her. She came out of the womb strong a hell. Sam held her as a newborn and she broke his index finger just by gripping it really hard. Bucky always helped her channel her strength that way it didn’t get too out of hand.

You stood against the door frame and smiled, “That’s so much more than the last time,” you said with a small smile.

You wrapped your hands around yourself as Bucky looked up at you and Annalise turned around and frowned at you. She walked out the room right past you and Bucky sat on the weight bench.

“I see you’ve been working with her. It’s crazy she’s only six and can lift that much,” 

Bucky awkwardly nodded his head and stood, wiping his hands on his sweats. The silence was deafening, your ears rung and it was making you breathe heavily.

“I’m going to therapy,” you tried your best to smile but your eyes started watering, “I- I realize my daughter needs me and it’s just... it was a mess that day,” you tried to laugh it off to ease the tension but it only caused your voice to break. Bucky stepped closer to you and he started to feel bad for your current state.

“I saw Anna up there,” you tried to explain but it all came out choppy and jumbled, “I know it wasn’t her but the girl reminded me of Anna and that’s why I took it so hard. Dad says I didn’t let her die but that doesn’t change the fact I broke my promise and didn’t protect her. She was so close, so close but those fucking enhanced they just had to attack at that exact time. It sickened me, I couldn’t take it. The nightmares, the flashbacks. It hurts. She wasn’t even my kid, Buck but she needed me. She deserved so much better. Annalise.. deserves so much better than what I have been giving and I- I don’t know-,” you choked on a sob and Bucky instantly pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” you knew you were soaking his shirt but it’s not like he’d care. 

“I knew you’d come around. It was just hard trying to explain to a six year old why her mother can’t stand to be in the same vicinity as her,” Bucky kissed your head as he held you tight.

“I guess it hurts so much because I don’t know what I’d do if that happened to our little girl.” You pulled back a little bit and wiped your face, “Now she resents me and I totally get it because I was so cold to her as well,”

“Just give her time. That’s all this family needs is time. You know that. She’ll come to terms with understanding. She knows you still love her, but she’s been missing you,”

You nodded your head and he took your hand, kissing it lightly, “Lets get you some rest. You look like you could really use it,”

You stopped him and your breath hitched in your throat, “I- I can’t sleep,”

Bucky ran the back of his hand along your cheek, sweetly smiling at you, “I’ll let Anna know what’s up and I’ll be right there with you. Just like you were my anchor when it came to my nightmares, I’ll be yours,”

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It’d been about a week since you came back home and you were still trying to get Anna to talk to you but she would just ignore you and talk to Bucky. While you knew you deserved it, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Especially knowing you were trying to make amends after everything and have your daughter in your arms. 

“Anna, I figured we can go shopping today,” You smiled across the kitchen at her as you made her breakfast. She just continued coloring, not saying a single word. Bucky had taken up your missions while you were back home and spending time with Annalise like you needed all along. 

You felt your eyes water at her silence as you plated her breakfast and handed it to her with her juice, “Let me know if you change your mind, I’ll be right back,” 

You rushed to your bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, the tears finally falling and you did your best to keep your whimpers to a minimum so Anna didn’t hear you. Anna sat at the table, eating her waffles, fruit and oatmeal as she heard you crying from down the hall. She felt really bad, she knew her mama was going through a lot but she wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine but hearing you cry broke her heart. 

She climbed out of the chair and went over to the house phone to dial her pop pop.

“Y/N, hey, how are you feeling?,” The phone only rung twice before Tony answered.

“Pop pop,” Anna whispered into the speaker.

“Anna? Where’s your mother? Is she okay?,” he was shooting a bunch of questions at his little granddaughter.

“She... she’s in the room crying. I can hear her,” Anna’s little voice sounded so sad, “I don’t know what to do,” 

“Do you know why she’s crying? Do I need to come over?,” 

Anna shook her head but she knew her pop pop couldn’t see her, “No but... I think she’s crying b-because I’ve been mean to her,” Anna started to feel guilty. Her mama rarely ever cried and most of the time when she did cry, it was happy tears.

“What do you mean?,” Tony started to walk around his office to focus on his granddaughter’s words.

“B-because she hasn’t been home lately and been ignoring me so I ignored her back so she felt how I felt,” 

Tony sighed into the phone and she could tell her pop pop was disappointed in her, “Honeybee... listen,” Tony sat in his chair and stared out the window, “That day your mama saw a little girl go away for good. I know it hurt for your mama to ignore you but it was because that little girl she saw reminded her of you. I know it doesn’t always make sense but people cope in their own way and mama just needed time to collect herself to realize that you’re still here with her. She blamed herself for what happened... it wasn’t her fault and she felt like she let that girl down so she was beating herself up a lot over it and when she saw you she felt like she let you down all in the same,” 

Tony took his time slowly explaining what happened that day and how you’d been having nightmares, how you had to come to the tower so you didn’t wake her up with your screams and cries in the middle of the night. Anna finally understood it all, you didn’t intentionally hurt her but she was intentionally hurting you and family doesn’t do that. 

“Okay pop pop, thank you. I gotta go,”

“Bye, honeybee. I love you,”

“I love you too,” Anna hurriedly put the phone back on the dock and walked down the hallway to you and her papa’s room. She could still hear you crying. She slowly pushed the door open and she felt saddened by your state.

“Mama,” she called out. You sat straight up and wiped your tears, smiling, trying to act as if you weren’t just bawling your eyes out. 

“H-hey. Is your breakfast okay? Are you okay?,” you stood up off the bed and Annalise dropped her gaze to your feet.

“I-I would like to go shopping with you today,” her voice was low but her words restored a little faith in you. Wiping your face again you nodded your head.

“O-okay. I’ll get you dressed and I’ll straighten up then we can go. Is that okay?,”

Annalise realized how nervous her mama sounded talking to her. She felt bad that she made her mama feel bad. She now understands that some people witness bad things and they might not always react the best. She forgives her mama because she knows every time she goes out to fight bad people that she is a strong woman and she does what she does to not only protect her but little kids like her as well.

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“Want to get ice cream? We’re not that far from your favorite place,” You placed the bags in the trunk. Shopping went smoother than expected. 

“Yeah that sound good,” Anna smiled up at you as you put her in her booster seat. You drove to her favorite ice cream spot while blaring her favorite kids bop CD. You ordered her favorite and yours, sitting on the bench and looking out at the lake as the sun started to set.

“I’m sorry,” You and Annalise spoke in unison. You look at her and frowned, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, baby,” you wiped some ice cream from the corner of her mouth.

“I made you cry and family doesn’t do that. Especially not ours,” She stared into her cup of ice cream before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t get it when you started acting weird but when I heard you crying.. I called pop pop and he explained it to me. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I hurt you,” Anna’s eyes started welling up and you shook your head.

“No no no, honeybee,” you kissed her nose and smiled at her, “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m so sorry for shutting you out the way I did. But mama is getting help to make sure in case anything like what I saw just so happens to happen again, I’ll know how to deal or at least cope with it better. Mama is so sorry,” You placed her in your lap and hugged her tight. She kissed your cheek and rested her head on your shoulder. 

“Figured I might find you guys here,”

You and Anna looked behind you and you saw Bucky in jeans and a hoodie, walking up to you, “What are you doing here?,” You asked him as he took Anna’s ice cream, scooping some in his mouth as he sat right beside you, resting a hand on your thigh. Anna muttered a small “heeey” before snatching her cup back from him, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Tony filled me in on his phone call with Anna and when I got home you guys were out so I came to look for you guys to make sure you were both good with the tension but I’m glad to see it’s all sorted out,” he kissed Anna’s cheek and kissed your lips which caused her to scoff in disgust.

“I love you, honeybee,” you played with her tight curls and she smiled up at you and you finally didn’t feel your stomach twist in pain as you looked her.

“And I love you, mama,”

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I have also acquired some words from an open tag from @ashen-crest :) 

my words are dinner, wood, dark, whip 

dinner (Dragonsong) 

He frowned, considering the question. “Think I’ll sleep. I gotta work tomorrow, so…” 

She nodded. “Good idea. Sleep early if you can.” 

“This assumes that I’m not about to fall asleep on the table right now.” 

“In that case, go to bed now. Before you put your face in your dinner.” 

Robin rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “I finished my dinner.” 

“Good. And now you need to sleep.” He did look like he was about to fall asleep where he sat. He seemed to be having trouble focusing on her. She folded her arms, though she was smiling too. “Bed.” 

With a groan, Robin stood up and reached for his cane. 

wood (Dragonsong) 

The nearest town was a day behind them, or likely a similar distance if they kept going in the same direction. If not further. Isi grimaced. “Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?” 

“Not much.” Robin reached up to grab his bedroll. “Help with this’d be nice though.” 

Isi nodded and took it from him. Sierra fished some spare clothes from her bag to help pad it, especially around his leg, while Isi unrolled it onto a relatively flat area of ground. Robin clung to Isi’s shoulder for support as he eased himself down, his expression tight. 

SB dumped a pile of loose wood onto the ground near Robin. “I can set up a fire.” 

“Will you use magic to light it?” said Sierra, unloading her own bedroll. 

SB shrugged. “Sure, I’ll have a go. I might be able to.” 

Isi joined SB in stacking the wood, figuring three hands would be better than one. SB shot her a grateful smile. 

dark (Dragonsong) (two excerpts here!) 

The group fell silent. The fire hissed and crackled, bright slivers of orange dancing against the dark, cloudy sky. Robin patted Enya’s scales. Sierra pressed up against Holly, drawing her coat tighter around herself. Holly’s eyes were fixed on the ground. SB stretched out his legs to put his feet a little closer to the fire. 

“I’m still not sure if bringing Enya is a good idea,” said Robin. 

- 

Isi inched closer and set one hand on Sierra’s knee. “I promise. It’s going to be alright.” 

“Really?” Sierra’s voice was tiny in the dark. 

“We’ll figure something out.” Isi nodded, though Sierra likely couldn’t see her. “We will. We’re a great team, remember?” 

Sierra hiccupped. “Yeah. Yeah.” 

“Alright. Take a deep breath. That’s it. And another one. In and out.” She kept talking, a gentle stream of words, until Sierra’s breathing began to even out. 

Sierra shuffled closer and leant her head on Isi’s shoulder, the closest thing to a hug they could get with chained hands. Isi started, but leant into it. Clearly Sierra needed the contact right now. Her whole body trembled. 

whip (Dragonsong) (ngl I LOVE this line. I am very pleased with my choice of metaphor) 

Isi turned back to the king. “You ordered me to kill a dragon, your majesty. I followed those orders. But I had no orders to kill a baby as well.” 

“Kill it now.” The words cracked like a whip. 

She was an oath-sworn king’s knight. She had to follow her king’s orders; what good would a knight be who didn’t do as she was told? 

I will tag... @isherwoodj @ardawyn and @zmlorenz! your words are innocent, iris, intend, incident 

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A/N: I was actually really feeling like Remus or James imagine but this request my dear @meteorslunatic was just so good to write. Hope you like it and hope you wont freeze to death (even though it’s colder here). I don’t know what self worthiness means and I’m too lazy to go on Pons but I hope it’s in there and I laso hope there isn’t much grammar mistakes. Enjoy. 

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

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You could say that sometimes being in love wasn’t butterflies and rainbows. It was fighting. A lot of fighting.

People, friends, kept telling that it was not worth it if you and him always fight. Not like that the two of you were together, you two just simply didn’t know what you were. A couple, friends...something inbetween?

It was just you and your classmate doing some reasarch. It was a project the two of you thought of in class becasue if being a Ravenclaw meant anything, it was that there was never too much goals to have.

“ And by any mean do you think if we add pearl powder, will it expload or dense the mixture?” he asked, smiling and standing behind you.

He was so close, you could see his goggles from the corner of your eye and feel his breath below your earlobe. You didn’t know whether you were uncomfortable or if it was just his presence that made it so hot all of a sudden. You knew your cheeks were growing red but you still kept your focus on the earth your plant was burried in. “ I believe not but if it does than we are in shit ton of troubles.” you let out a laugh, slowly letting the pearl dust fall from your palm.

“ Your laugh is adorable.” he grinned and felt his hands place themselves on your waist.

Feeling your hips burn from the heat his hands provided, you slowly turned around and whispered.“ Colin...”

“ (y/n)...” he grinned, his hands pulling you a bit closer.

“ I- I like someone else.” you placed your hands gently on his and pushed them away.

He sighed, smiling and stepping back. “ It’s okay. But a guy has to try.”

“ I-I’m-” you tried to speak but he only smiled widely at you.

“ Don’t be, (y/n). I know when no is a no.” he beamed, showing his dimples and took the epruvette in his hands and starting to pour it into the plant.

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After the project was succesfully finished, the two of you left the greenhouse and started walking down the hall. You couldn’t help yourself but feel slightly bad about how you handeled the situation and how reasoning he was in return becasue Collin was nice and kind, yet he still wasn’t Sirius.

“ I’m really sorry about what happened in there.” you tried to applogise again.

“ Don’t be. Whoever that guy is, he is lucky to have you.” he smiled and you smiled in return. “ And if it doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.” he winked, causing you to roll your eyes and playfully push him away.

“ Yeah, right.” you laughed and stopped at the corner where the two of you had to part ways. “ Thanks though.”

“ For what?” he smirked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“ For the project...” you paused, avoiding his eye contact. “ And being so reasonable.”

“ You’re welcome.” he smiled and opened up his arms. “ Can I at least get a hug if not a kiss?” he smirked to which you replied with a short laugh.

“Yeah.” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“ See you in Muggle studies.” he smiled again before walking away and disappearing around the corner.

You however had Divination so you had to walk the entire castle to get to the other side but before you even had the canche to walk around the first corner, you were grabbed by a strong grip.

Frightened at first, you were prepared to kick and punch the person who has just pulled you from plain sight but seeing his gorgeous eyes, casued your heart rate to slow down. “ Sirius! What the hell!?” you loudly whispered, smiling at him.

That smile though quickly faded as soon as you realized he didn’t share the same excitment as you. “ What the hell indeed, (y/n)?! “ he growled. “ What do you think you were doing?!”

“ Uhm, walking. “ you practically spat out in front of him.

“ With the Ravenclaw!!”

“ What?!”

“ Hugging him..blushing and laughing with him.”

“ Ha!” you scoffed unbelievably, crossing your arms over your chest. “ Are you really jealous right now?!”

“ Does it matter?! Are you cheating on me?!”

“ Cheating on you, Sirius. We’re not even together!!” you now shouted, not even caring if anybody heard you.

“ So you did?!”

“ I never said that! Oh my God, Sirius!” you ran your hand through your hair and scoffed one more time. “ What are we?” you asked him calmly but impatiently.

He was quiet. Completely quiet.

“ Tell me, Sirius. Are we together, huh?” you raised your voice and approached him, chest to chest.

“ I don’t know. You tell me!” he stood his ground and kept glaring at you. “ I told you that I want to be with you. But you-YOU...” he pointed his finger at your chest. “ You said you weren’t ready for something more. YOU said you needed more time to think and imagine how I felt when I told you I loved you for the first time and you didn’t say it back.”

“ Because it’s a big word, Sirius! We have this- whatever this is- for three weeks and you told me you already love me!” your voice started to shake a bit you kept your focus on him and not on your voice.

“ Because I’m not denying what I feel, (y/n). I don’t say it just because I want you as my girl but I say it because I am truly in love with you!”

“ But everything is going on so fast!”

“ It has to! Do you think we have to in times like this! If a war is going on out there!”

“ Sirius!”

“ Are you trying to break this off?!”

“ What?! No!” you felt panic take over, your heart sped up and your mind suddenly became blank. “ He’s a friend Sirius! Can’t I have a friend?!”

“ Not a friend who makes you blush! ”

“ You are not someone to control my life, Sirius Black.”

“ Than who am I, huh?!” he shouted, keeping is expression flat. “ Who am I to you!?”

“ I-I..” you stammered, confused and lost from the yelling.

“ Because if I’m not anyone to you then why don’t we just end this, if it’s so hard for you!” he kept shouting and you felt your blood boils inside your veins.

“ You know what, Sirius?” you locked your eyes with his in complete rage. “ Maybe we should.” and with that you grabbed your bag from the ground and slung it over your shoulder, leaving him alone in the shadows.

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It was not supposed to happen like this but it did and it broke your heart. You didn’t want to end it. Not with him. Yes, the two of oyu fight a lot but that doesn’t mean it’s over.

He just makes you so furious when everything you say or do implies that you don’t care about him. You do. Too much actually.

Because when the two of you don’t fight, you laugh and have the most amazing time together. It’s different being with him than with the others. He is just the most joyous person you have ever met. He’s fun and honest, humourous and such a bad influence. But you love it because nobody could pull it off as good as he can.

You knew he felt the same about you. You knew he loved you but for some reason you felt he didn’t know what he was feeling when he spoke those three words to you. So, he sent you a letter. A letter to see you outside your tower.

“ Hey.” you walked from your own tower and was ready to greet him with a hug but he kept his arms against his body. It wasn’t only that but his eyes were different. They were red swollen and his cheeks were still showing traces of tears.

“ Walk.” he kept his voice low but dominant.

And you did. You walked with him in silence, complete silence.

It was unusual for the two of you to be walking in almost dead air. It was almost suffocating to walk in so much stillness and not speak a single word to pierce the silence of the night.

You reached your hand and brushed it against his, but he quickly pulled away. “ Don’t touch me.” he spoke and you almost thought your heart completely broke. It squeezed you in your chest and formed a lump in your throat but no tear escaped your eye. You were strong enough to hold it in.

The two of you walked to your bench. The bench.

It was cold and freezing but the only thing that you focused on was the silence and the tension between you. “ So, now you won’t say a single word to me?” you asked but he kept quiet.

His hands were in his pocket and his lips pursed together, keeping his thoughts to himself.

But you couldn’t. You embraced him in to a hug. A hug you have never given to anybody but him. A hug of how much you really cared for him because you did but never told him that.

“ What do you want from me, Sirius?” you spoke quietly. “ If you’re mad about something we need to talk about it?”

“ I’m not mad at you. I’m sad.”

“ Sad?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“ You just make me so confused about what I’m feeling. Because you can make me mad and happy at the same time. You make me want to scream and storm off yet also kiss you and hug you...” he drifed off and you took that as an opportunity to interlace your fingers with his and kiss his cheek.

“ I don’t want this to end, Sirius.” you spoke softly against his jaw. “ I just want you to give me some space and trust in this relationship.” you continued and brushed your nose against his strong jawline. “ I am here to stay.” you spoke softly and before he could reply, you cut in. “ I’m here to love you.”

His head quickly turned to you, his wide beam showing off his dimples. “ You-you-”

“ I love you, Sirius Black.” you smiled and let your fingertips wander up to his cheek.

“ I love you too.” he spoke more louder than you, pulling you into a tender kiss before cupping your cheeks and leaning his forehead against yours. “ And I’m here to stay as well.”