#It did help him ultimately sure he had to face all new problems from it but he was finally able to come into himself from that freedom

[adventourer]

What kind of catharsis do you need?

Freedom

You've had the weight of the world on your shoulders, haven't you. It's okay to put the burden down, stretch your legs -- everything won't fall apart if you just take a second to breathe. Go for a late night drive with the windows down and the radio up. Howl at the moon. Break something. You earned it.

[lizardho]

I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like “no way, that sounds SO fun! Let’s do that RIGHT NOW!” So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.

The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the world’s most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.

So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.

My cousin hid in my grandpa’s little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didn’t know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpa’s face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.

This was NOT the first time in my life I’d been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being “suicidally honest” so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kids’ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.

My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that I’d be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.

Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said “Ok, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.”

That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpa’s house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.

We get to my grandpa’s house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldn’t sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.

The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lesson™️the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didn’t have much room to complain since I’d still been Put To Work.

I think that was a lesson for both of us, although I’m not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpa’s way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesn’t count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me ❤️

[magiccath]

Same Alien, New Face

twelfth doctor x GN!reader (established relationship)

summary: In which the Doctor isn't sure you'll still love him

The Doctor’s regenerations were always chaotic, that bit was unavoidable. The first time you saw it happen you didn’t even know how to react or what to do. It was hard to help deal with the physical complications of a regenerating body when it felt like the person in front of you was a stranger. Rationally, you knew that they were still the same person you knew and loved. But that didn’t stop you from feeling like the person in front of you wasn’t the Doctor. 

It was an odd feeling, seeing someone that you knew so personally and feeling like you’d never seen them before. You looked at him and yet you didn’t know him. At least, you didn’t know this version yet. Considering face-changing boyfriends weren’t a common occurrence for 21st-century Earth, it was a feeling that was hard to explain to others. It left you feeling cold and alone, struggling to look at someone you had never seen before and find the person that you loved most inside them.

But, this wasn’t your first rodeo. It wasn’t as scary as the first time he had changed his face. This time, you knew what was coming. Even still, it didn’t matter how much you prepared for the day that the Doctor would change. No matter what, you wouldn’t have been prepared for this face. Out of all of the possibilities in your mind, this wasn’t even close to what you had thought he would look like. 

You had learned long ago that you didn’t care what face the Doctor had on. Sure, you had your favorites, it was hard not to. This one was different, there was no denying that. The point had never been how he looked, but rather who he was. You loved the Doctor, and that meant that you loved every version of him. 

“How do you know you’re still going to love him?” your mum had once asked you, “When he changes?” 

It wasn’t something you had ever really thought about before. Sure, he had changed, but never this much. All of the faces you had been with were age-appropriate, even if the alien wearing them wasn’t. 

However, this version wasn’t young. Not that he had ever been, but now he looked it. You’d never seen him this old, with deep-set wrinkles etched into his face. He was cross too, his eyebrows reminding you of two bushy grey caterpillars, constantly drawn downwards in disapproval. Maybe it was because he was Scottish. The Scots were notoriously cross, weren’t they?

After the hectic air of it all, after the restless regeneration energy had burned off, and the alien problem of the day had been solved, he was still your Doctor. That much you knew. No face could change that. As with every regeneration you had experienced, there was going to be an adjustment period. The painful span of time where you had to learn all of his new quirks, likes, dislikes, and little things that set him apart from the versions before him. 

This time felt different, and not in a way that you particularly liked. The Doctor was withdrawn from you, seemingly disinterested in letting you get to know his new face. You tried (and ultimately failed) not to take it personally, he was likely to have his own thoughts and emotions about the new look. 

Even if you didn’t want it, he’d given you your space, knowing that you needed time to process. It still hurt him, the way that you looked at him. He’d told you once how disorienting it was, having you look at him like a stranger. 

“You look at me and you don’t see me. Do you have any idea what that’s like?” he had pleaded with you the first time he changed. “It’s me. I’m right here.”

You tried not to look at him like that, you really did. Yet, you still found yourself looking at this new face with obvious unfamiliarity. It was hard to see the alien that you loved under there, but you knew they were in there. It was simply a matter of peeling back the onion layers until you found him, the bits of your Doctor that could never change. 

It wasn’t hard to find him. He was sitting in the console room as you had expected, the space now updated with sleek metal panels and bookshelves full of dusty classics from across the galaxy. Every interior seemed to match each iteration of the Doctor, almost as if it was custom-tailored to their tastes. A part of you wished that you could get into the Doctor’s head like that. You wanted to know what this face was like, you wanted to know each and every quick and eccentricity that came with it. You wanted to know that he still loved you.

Just like all of the faces before him, he had spent his alone time tinkering. A mess of mechanics were strewn before him, rusty metal cogs and bolts scattered across his work table. There had been a time when you would have asked what he was working on, assuming that there was an end result that came out of his fiddling. Now, you knew that he just needed something to occupy his mind and body. It was the same reason that he fixed the console (even when it didn’t need to be fixed), attempted to cook (which usually resulted in the kitchen on fire), took things apart, put them back together, or constructed small gifts from the scraps. You didn’t know it yet, but this rendition would take up the guitar. He would write you love songs that didn’t always sound like love songs, spending hours finding the right string of notes to compose the song that was you. Sometimes, he would play them for you. Others, he kept in his hearts.

You plopped down on the metal floor next to his work chair, your head next to his knee. For a moment, he didn’t look up from the mess of gears he was dismantling. This wasn’t unusual, sometimes he was so focused he’d go hours before noticing you were in the room with him. At least, that’s how it had worked in the past. 

Tentatively, you rested your chin on his knee. This also wasn’t new. The Doctor - your Doctor - liked to be touched. His hand in yours every time you left the TARDIS, his arms wrapped tightly around you whenever he felt like it, affectionate kisses pressed against your hair or temple. Underneath your chin, you felt the subtle tightening of muscles in his leg. It was an unfamiliar sensation to you. The Doctor wasn’t usually like this, he wasn’t averse to your touch. This Doctor must be different, you reminded yourself. Reluctantly, you pulled your head away, removing it from his lap. You opted instead to look up at him silently, searching his eyes for something.

“Hey,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his. These eyes were different, a dusty mix of blue and grey, rather than the illusive hazel you had grown so accustomed to. Even if the color was different, you could see the same emotions in those eyes. You knew how to read the Doctor like a book, and their eyes had always been the key. 

“Hey,” he said back, his voice deep but smooth. The accent was new, but you weren’t complaining. It suited him. A deep, gravelly Scottish that slid from his lips like melted butter. 

“What are you working on?” you asked, tilting your head in the direction of the scraps. The question was more out of habit than genuine interest. That’s how you dealt with the change, you’d revert back to the basics. 

“Don’t do that,” he said, turning back to his work. 

“What?” 

“Act like I’m the same,” he grumbled. It was strange, hearing him grumble in a way that didn’t come off as childish. Maybe it was the accent, or maybe it was the frown lines. Either way, the tone didn’t feel like it should come with a frustrated stomp of his foot. Rather, he sounded like a grumpy old man. The kind that yelled at kids to get off of his lawn. 

“You are,” you whispered earnestly, still looking up at him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, intently studying his face as if it was the last time you would ever see it. Realistically, you knew that you had time. You would get to know this face slowly, just as you had the prior ones. Piece by piece, you would gather the little quirks that set them all apart from each other. 

“I got old.” 

“Happens to the best of us,” you murmur, resting your chin back down on his knee. You felt his muscles tense again, but you didn’t relent. If it bothered him enough, he’d ask you to move. “I’ll get old too, you know?” 

“This is different,” he sighed, setting the gears down on the table with a thunk. “You’re still young, and I’m not.” 

“You never were,” you point out, tilting your eyes up to meet his. 

The Doctor sighed, running his hand over his face. You didn’t need to know his new habits to recognize that he was frustrated. With the situation or with you, you had yet to figure out. So, you did the only thing you could think of when he was like this. Even if this iteration of the Doctor didn’t like touch, it was the only way that you knew how to comfort him. 

Gently, you got up from the floor. “Can I?” you asked, gesturing to his lap. You didn’t normally ask. In fact, it was usually the Doctor that pulled you into his lap. But this was different, he was different. You wanted to give him an out, an opportunity to relent. 

He stared blankly at you for a second, apprehensive to the question. Stiffly, he nodded, the gesture almost reluctant. You slid yourself into his lap before he could change his mind, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His muscles were still taught and awkward, his arms resting rigid at his sides. It took him a minute to adjust, but he slowly started to relax a little bit. There was still a reluctance to the affection, but his arms encircled your waist, more out of muscle memory than anything else. It wasn’t hard for you to relax into the touch like it was for him. Without hesitation, you dropped your head down to his shoulder. The peak of your nose brushed against the side of his neck, sending a wave of sparks through his body. 

“I still love you,” you whispered, your breath fanning across his skin. “That’s not going to change.” 

He remained silent for a while, his arms tense around your waist. Even if he wasn’t speaking to you, he was still holding you. That was enough for you. 

“I don’t care that you got old,” you add after a while, pulling back so you could look at him. “I wouldn’t care if you were purple, had two heads, or were a woman. I wouldn’t even care if you were a worm. I’d still love you.” 

“I’m not going to turn into a worm,” he groaned, his voice gruff. 

“But the other things?” 

“I’ll keep you guessing.” He smiled slightly, the expression hauntingly familiar. It almost looked wrong on this face, the ghost of a smile creating more wrinkles on his face. 

You smile at him, chuckling softly. “Still the same,” you state. Your eyes still danced across his face, silently mapping out the curves of his new face. “My point is, I don’t care what you look like. Are you still the Doctor?” 

“Yes,” he whispered. You nodded in understanding, one of your fingers floating up to his face, softly tracing the length of one of his wrinkles. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, you weren’t sure if the motion conveyed bliss or discomfort at the contact. 

“Then I still love you. You’re still my boyfriend, so long as you’ll still have me,” you stated, dropping your hand back down from his face. This iteration didn’t seem to welcome your contact and you didn’t want to push your limits. Still, you yearned to sit like this for hours, running your hands over his face until you had memorized every single wrinkle and imperfection of his face. But, you knew that you had to be patient.

He sighed, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. The gesture was familiar, but the hand doing it wasn’t. The juxtaposition was jarring at first, but you quickly leaned into his touch. It was going to be like this for a while, you reminded yourself. Change happens slowly, usually coming with a painful adjustment period. You would know this Doctor as you had known each one that came before him, just not yet. Eventually, the new and old would blend together to the point that they were inseparable, and then the whole cycle would start anew. 

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. Your noses brushed together, the unfamiliar slope of his new nose meeting the unchanging slope of yours. The contact caused the corners of your mouth to tug upwards, a ghost of a smile lighting your face up. 

“Of course, I’ll still have you,” he said gently, the pad of his thumb swiping back and forth across the soft skin of your cheek. “My face might change, but that doesn’t.” 

The pair of you sat in silence for a while, the constant thrum of the TARDIS the only sound in the room. He never fully relaxed into your touch, you figured he never would. His arms were still around your waist, his grip gentle yet unyielding. Even if he was awkward about it, he was willing to hold you. 

In your mind, he needed comfort and this was the only way you knew how to provide it (even if it didn’t appear to be ideal for him anymore). In his mind, your affections were more for your benefit than his. Maybe it was both. Either way, it hung unspoken in the air; you both needed this.

After a while, you pulled your head back up from its resting spot on his shoulder. Your eyes met his again and you felt the familiar flutter of emotions in your stomach. It didn’t matter when, where, or what face he was wearing, the Doctor always managed to make you flustered with nothing more than a look. 

“I want to know this face,” you said quietly, almost as if your words would scare him away. 

“So do I.” 

Sometimes you forgot that regeneration was a change for him too. He also had to learn all of the new quirks and subtleties that came with his new body. As hard as the adjustment period was for you, it was just as bad for him. 

“Let’s start with the basics,” you offer. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes searching your face. It was odd, considering you weren’t the one with a new face. Then again, the Doctor had always been an odd individual. After a beat, he nodded. 

“Favorite color?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, groaning in slight irritation. Still, he relented. “I think it’s red now.”

“What kind of red?” you inquired, “Rusty red? Taylor Swift lipstick red? Kool-Aid red? Sunset red?” you listed the different shades off, your rambling clearly annoying the Doctor. 

“Burgundy,” he grunted. 

“That’s an acceptable red,” you shrug, indifferent in the matter.

“What would you consider an unacceptable red?”

“I’ll let you know when I find it.” This gets you a small smile from the Doctor, the emotion hardly perceptible. 

“Pears?” You move on. 

“Nope,” he growls, his frown deepening. You nodded with a smile, finding a wee bit of solace in the fact that the pear thing hadn’t changed. That was probably a static part of the Doctor’s personality.

“You’ve managed to sit still for this long, are you mellowing out with age?” you tease, poking fun at his usual restlessness. Usually, by now the Doctor was at least bouncing his leg. He needed to be in constant motion, his ADHD manifesting in just about every way that it could. Right now, he seemed oddly calm. As much as you found he could be. 

“No,” he says immediately, his eyebrows drawing together. He seemed to have a permanent wrinkle from scowling, the crease right between his thick eyebrows. “Just because I have a few wrinkles doesn’t make me a tired old man.” 

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Time Lords don’t get aches and pains like humans do. This body is perfectly physically fit,” he explained, an air of indignance in his voice. You caught on to the defensive nature of his answer and deemed it best to move on, not wanting to further poke at what appeared to be a newfound insecurity of his. 

“Favorite bird?”

“Favorite bird?” he scoffed, one of his eyebrows raising in question. 

“The last face had very strong ornithology options,” you explain. He had loved peacocks, flamingos, parrots, and generally any bird that was brightly colored and flashy. He had been no better than a toddler when it came to things like that. 

“The one with the chin?” He taps his chin for emphasis, his weathered fingers resting against the new slope of his jawbone. The shape of his chin was significantly different, the new one significantly more subtle with a sloping jawline to match. You run your fingers down the slope of his jaw, feeling the difference in the angle.

“Yeah, the one with the chin.” 

“He was very opinionated,” the Doctor whispered, his eyes on yours. He hadn’t pushed your hand away or stiffened under your touch. Maybe he was ok with this kind of intimacy, the gentle and subdued version. 

“You aren’t?” you whisper, your eyes flitting up from his jawline to his eyes. 

“Not sure yet.”

“But no ornithology opinions?” you smile, one side of your mouth twitching up further than the other. 

“Not at the moment, no.” 

“But you’ll let me know? If you do form some,” you say softly, your tone playful. 

“You’ll be the first to know,” he rasps, his tone deep and grumbly. “Ducks still have plenty of time to piss me off.” 

“That’s an ornithology opinion,” you point out, your fingers still lingering on his jawline. “One we might need to unpack.” 

“Later.” 

“Ok,” you whisper, your touch continuously feather light against his skin. He still hadn’t pulled away, which was a good sign. Still, you figured it was best to check. “This ok?” 

Ever so slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, he leans into the touch of your hand. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice strained. You nod, adjusting your hand so you can fully cup his face. Both of you look at each other for a moment, silently searching the other’s face. The longer that you looked at the new face, the more you liked it. There was always something more to see in his face, another microexpression for you to decode. He wasn’t cross, only his eyebrows were. Underneath those relentlessly angry bushes lay gentle eyes full of nothing but love for you. Time would show that they weren’t always like that, but right now they were. Soft, affectionate, and entirely enamored at the sight of you. 

“And me?” you whisper, your voice slightly shaky. “Thoughts on me?” 

The Doctor inhales, his breath hitching at your question. He tugs your hand down from his face and for a second you think he’s going to change his mind. Instead, he places his hand on your face, his weathered hand resting against the smooth planes of your face.

“I will love you for as long as you will let me. And even after that, likely.” 

“How does forever sound?”

“Not long enough,” he murmurs, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear, the gesture surprisingly gentle. “No time will ever be enough with you.”

[rxzennia]

selfish atonement

– requested. 

✎𓂃 executing your duty perfectly, until it’s not so heavy anymore. less romance, a lot of lore. mandatory shoutout to @st4rrth0ughts and their bodyguard reader & oc. i really searched up oswaldo for this pls enjoy (i tried to cook but i might’ve burnt it y'all)

ever since oswaldo’s expedition on aeragan-epharshel, you’ve become certain of one thing – he is a brilliant businessman; the epitome of a profitable business. regardless of the mostly negative emotions you felt while you undertook missions under his orders, you could at least admit that he brought unparalleled results to the ipc. 

but, well, it does not take a good man to make a good businessman.

this marks the third amber era after your departure from the marketing development department… no, your departure from the ipc as a whole. you’ve changed your name, got yourself a new appearance, and distanced yourself from oswaldo’s name.

you’ve since become a sellsword who answers only to your current client

you’ve chosen to not have your loyalty freely auctioned off to the wealthy precisely because of your history with oswaldo

aka, you’re done with the type of problems that can be solved with money, and you don’t want to be someone that can be easily bought with money, either

not in the sense that money won’t make you more likely to take a job, but in the sense that money won’t bribe you away from any ongoing duties

that’s enough about you and your standards

in any case, your history with the ipc (that you’ve manipulated a little) has been very helpful in landing you jobs

and at this point, you’ve got a nice word of mouth going on for you that you don’t need to bring up that history anymore

who would’ve thought that you’d end up in the ipc again?

this time as a temporary guard for one of the ten stonehearts

you don’t know what possessed someone like diamond to ask for you, because you’re pretty sure he knows about your previous involvement with the ipc

and also, what the fuck does the ten stonehearts need a bodyguard for?

you’d pay a million credits to bet that diamond just wanted someone to be surveillance

but hey, a client is a client, so you agree to meet the one you’re supposedly “protecting”

you walk into the room, and immediately you want to walk out. diamond is doing this on purpose, he’s gotta be, he’s got to have done a background check on you and still decided to choose violence.

you come face to face with aventurine, and you thank all the aeons out there that you’ve made the decision to wear a mask whenever you’re out. you don’t know if diamond had briefed him on you or not, but judging by how warily civil he is, it doesn’t seem so. 

just so we’re clear, you were far too green to be directly involved when oswaldo launched his sigonia-iv project. while you did tag along on these trips and treaty signings, you have no personal involvement there except standing there like a statue and watching your superiors hammer out a treaty or something. unlike in aeragan-epharshel. where you were one of the combat pilots. oh, that’s another can of worms altogether.

at least he can’t see your expression right now as you shake hands

at least he doesn't hear your erratically beating heart

you introduce yourselves, and you bow out of habit

impression points +100 (your starting score is -10000)

that’s basically how you ended up involved with the ipc again

ugh, you just can’t leave them in the past, can you?

although, in your defense, they’re everywhere, and you can’t possibly turn down a job with such luxurious pay

so, now, instead of the marketing development department, you’re in the strategic investment department. diamond is also a good businessman, but… the ten stonehearts have such a weird dynamic. they’re all tangled together with office politics, yet share one authority figure that they ultimately obey – something you haven’t bothered to think about when you were last in the ipc. and something you won’t bother thinking about, because the mere thought of corporate makes you want to dig yourself into a hole.

in any case, your constant meddling in aventurine’s daily affairs begins today. he’s quite a guarded man, and you have no idea what diamond wants you to do by putting you next to him practically 24/7, but oh well, you’re getting paid.

you settle into a routine surprisingly quickly, and he doesn’t seem to mind your presence all that much

alarmed? yes. mildly annoyed that diamond put a walking tracker on him? also yes. 

dislike your presence? kinda (not really). 

at least he knows you won’t betray him for as long as your contract is in effect

even if you answer directly to diamond, you were tasked to watch over him

which means that you will execute your assigned duty to guard him and strictly only that duty

(truly, your reputation precedes you)

but what is worrying is how swiftly you can change sides the moment your contract expires

well, a problem for tomorrow. diamond’s got you leashed for a year.

he does run a background check on you himself

not that he doesn’t trust that diamond hadn’t vetted you, he just wants to know what sort of person he is now stuck with

guess who found out your name is probably fake but can’t find your real name

because he could only trace your name so far, and anything beyond that point is blank

the discoveries will shock you!! top 10 most scary facts you didn’t know 

all he got was a full report from your first job to this one

anything about your past before your current alias is completely untraceable

not that he intends to ask anyway; you haven’t given him any reason to dig further (yet)

he keeps an eye out for you though

even if he’s not suspicious of you at the moment, that could change in the blink of an eye

aventurine is surprised at how loyal you are to him. you’re under diamond’s orders, but you’re surprisingly putting in a lot to protect him. and to look after him.

to you, it’s just your job… and a selfish, twisted sort of repentance. it’s a thought you intend to take with you to the grave.

you’re not obligated to wake him up or bring him breakfast, but you do anyway

which, he realizes that you must’ve woken up like at least two hours before him

you coordinate his schedule with his assistant so that he doesn’t make pointless trips to five different locations just to end up at the same one twice

you, quite literally, hover over him

yes, even at huge conferences, you’re tailing him like his shadow

some kinda scary dog privilege going on

but of course, you give him space whenever he requires it and keep him within your sights instead

so far so good

but you know what spooks him still? 

that you get pissed when someone makes any nasty passing remark at him

no, you are not a feral street cat that scratches anyone who wrongs you (him)

what you do is you give them a scary confrontation

or you pick them out and lodge a complaint with their superiors afterwards, if they aren’t the top dog

one time he got his hands on a report that you’re writing

aeons, you blow it out of proportion without lying 

you like to call it a suitable amount of embellishing 

then you pull a lot of emotional appealing according to the opponents' company policy

which usually results in some sort of disciplinary action that is actually pretty satisfying to see

but also

damn, you’re merciless 

and also very adept at business talk

trust +100, doubt +25

(shady mercenary for hire with far too much experience type doubt)

you’re as good of a bodyguard as aventurine can get, especially for someone he didn’t hire himself… 

he quite likes you, actually! because how many people do you think asked him something like “why do you need a bodyguard” to his face? none! you’re as entertaining as they come. 

and so he finds joy in his boring executive work by pestering you

you know that, but you put up with him

in fact, this guy is so one of a kind that you don’t even feel pestered

you sometimes even drink with him

whenever he offers, of course, because you’re not too interested in drinking

you drink moderately on the job, but c’mon, when are you not on the job

okay, maybe when he’s just chilling in his office or in the hotel and not going anywhere

then there’s competitive drinking where he tries to coax you into talking about yourself by making you down shots

and guess who’s wasted every time? not you

“mr aventurine?” you ask, nudging the unconscious man next to you. “sir? earth to mr aventurine? hello?”

his empty glass of whiskey on the table, his face slightly flushed as he snoozes away on the table… yeah, it does not look comfy at all.

you sigh, he’s giving you more work again, and you carefully hoist him from the table. 

when he comes to again, he finds himself in his own room

his head hurts so much

he notices that he hasn’t changed from his usual attire – only his coat and accessories are taken off

okay, and the top button of his shirt is undone

did you bring him back? 

as always, you don’t even bother to change him

he sighs, you’re really not very good at reading signs

because he’s done this multiple times! and he’s whined about not being changed after!

more like you did notice but you choose not to do what he wants

that’s crossing a line in your books

and your books is something you stick to like you’re obsessed

at least you left him water and hangover medicine on the nightstand

why does he feel like you’re deliberately keeping him at arm’s length?

it’s been a while and you two have spent so much time together, yet you’re still a stranger to him

not even acquaintances 

like… like, you don’t initiate conversation when you’re watching him

both when he’s going somewhere (requires actual protecting) and chilling at home (does not require actual protecting)

and even after so many late night drinking sessions, he still hasn’t seen you without your mask

mainly because you’ve never been drunk enough for him to sneak a peek, but still

aventurine doesn’t know how to express affection. platonically, romantically, in general, pretty much. so he tries to do the one thing he does best, splurging. and he tries to splurge on you, because he’s intrigued and wants to make buy a friend, but…

but you don’t let him splurge on you! you don’t even let him give you gifts! he only knows how to win affection by spending money on others! 

sometimes he feels like you stick too strictly to your duties

just like his other subordinates… you take orders far too well

he’s tried to give you trinkets, designer clothes, even limited snacks

all of which were returned to him within 24 hours

though, with the snacks, you take it if he offers you a piece or two when he’s already opened it

and you let him treat you to coffee occasionally. very occasionally.

he eventually figures out that it’s a matter of principles

but what principles, exactly? you’re a sellsword, for aeon’s sake

he thought those are the people who have absolutely no principles???

anyway, won’t stop him from trying

“mr aventurine…” you pinch the bridge of your nose as you see the bags stacked on your desk. “i remember telling you that souvenirs are unnecessary.”

“what’s wrong with them?” aventurine laments dramatically. “i’ve picked out only the finest for you!”

you don’t deserve it, you think, but you don’t say that, of course

you don’t even know of his lifelong grudge towards oswaldo

you just know that you had a hand in the extinction event

not like hand hand, but you watched it happen… it doesn’t sit well with you

besides, you have the blood of almost an entire civilization on your hands

if you think too hard about it, the image of flames and carnage overlap with what is in front of you

then, you envision the records of sigonia that you’ve read through in the past

and everything blurs together, your actions, your inaction, and your unwavering loyalty that led you to not raise a single question at all

you squeeze your eyes shut tightly and purge the images from your mind

you are currently here, in the present

“i can’t take them.” you reply, finally, shaking your head. “it’s inappropriate for our standing. especially since there’s no reason for you to be gifting me so many things out of nowhere.”

“what, i can’t be nice to my bodyguard?” aventurine pouts as he sorts the bags in height order. “i’ve got a limited edition tie, an antique phonograph, a discontinued mug, some rare natural color ink for your fountain pen, a pure cashmere sweater–”

“that’s… that’s enough, sir.” you raise a hand to cut him off. “i don’t think i can accept any of them, really.”

aventurine makes a face, then pulls out a bag from the end of the queue. “fine, fine. what about this, at least? assorted cookies from an artisan bakery, using only the best ingredients sourced from all over the cosmos?”

you stare at that bag as you feel the expectant stare from your boss

maybe… maybe one out of these dozens of bags is fine

you’ve gotta think about his feelings too, after you’ve rejected so many gifts

you reluctantly, carefully take the bag and say a small “thank you”

you don’t want his fascination with you to develop any more than what he’s already showing…

but you also know that it’s not up to you

so what is up to you is drawing a line that you won’t allow him to cross

for his sake, and for your own… 

if he keeps pushing, you should keep pushing back

keyword should

but can you?

aeons, you truly are selfish

wouldn’t it have been better to keep everything professional from the very beginning?

it’s okay. you only have a little more than half a year to go before you’re no longer obligated to be here. you’ll run away before aventurine catches on, like how you ran away from your past.

it’s okay. it’s just been a few months, there’s still more than half a year’s worth of time. before you part ways, there are still chances to get to know you better. perhaps even time to become friends, in the most literal sense of the word.

and maybe by the end of it, “you” will reach a satisfactory conclusion.

[tianasficrecs168]

WinterIron Fic Recs

NarutoRox: “It’s the Little Things in Life” (Bucky/Tony) • Though Barnes had been living in the tower for almost six months now, things between him and Tony were still a bit awkward. Which is why Tony is a tad confused when Barnes starts leaving him strange little gifts.

Tahlruil: “What Has Been Done” (Bucky/Tony) Bucky has lived with the Avengers for a while now, and he's mostly settled in. During the process, he fell for Tony Stark - hard - but he can't quite bring himself to admit it to the brilliant engineer. So he just does what he can to take care of and protect him, hoping that maybe the other man will fall just as hard for him... and be the one to take their relationship to the next level. In the meantime, he's noticed that there's one member of the team that Tony seems afraid of, and he is definitely not pleased by the notion. Once he finds out what Wanda did to cause that fear, she might wish she'd never left Hydra.

Withered: “Fresh out the freezer” (Bucky/Tony) • Listen; he’s not a total asshole. Tony figures that the guy whose brain has been scrambled since the forties might have some tender sensibilities and he tones down a lot out of respect for that. It’s sweet. But ultimately unnecessary when all Bucky’s been thinking about is bending Tony over the nearest table.

Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar): “Grown Ass Man” (Bucky/Tony) • Tony Stark looks self-conscious, and it takes Bucky a stupid amount of time to figure out that’s even what he’s seeing on the guy’s face, because he’s never seen it there before. “Sorry, shoulda knocked.” Which, yeah, he should have, but he was used to rolling into the workshop whenever he felt like it. He certainly hadn’t expected to find a shirtless Tony Stark in the process of doing something with the arc reactor. And sure, he’s staring, has been staring this whole time, right from the moment he’d walked in, because this is the first he’s actually seeing the arc reactor.

Potrix: “Paths Are Made by Walking” (Bucky/Tony) • The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best. Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

Potrix: “Flirting (with danger)” (Bucky/Tony) • Tony stares at the man shackled to the wall for a long, unblinking moment. “You’re supposed to be dead.” The man raises an unimpressed eyebrow back at him. “Right back at ya, pal.”

RayShippouUchiha: “The Great Awakening (To Hold Infinity)” (Bucky/Tony) • Constellations wheel around in Tony’s mind at night, illuminating his sleep with the beauty of a supernova, the terrible gaping hunger of black holes, the whimpering cry of a nebula as it births new stars into creation. All of Space laid out for him to marvel at. Tony learns and learns and learns and then he creeps downstairs and babbles relentlessly to his first and only friend. All the while the Cube hums, just a bit smug, just a bit loving, and shows him more.

Monyas: “Bad Scoping Mechanisms Series” (Bucky/Tony) (part of a series - there's 2 more fics here) Like, the general public hates Tony Stark for having been a weapons manufacturer but actually he was pretty popular while he was still in the weapons industry so one wonders, who would have been a fan of Stark Industries before Afghanistan? Military, alphabet agencies, private security, hitmen and assassins? …Hydra assassins? -In which the Winter Soldier, aka Bucky Barnes, is an avid fan of Tony Stark for reasons.-

Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar): “Sometimes Life Happens” (Bucky/Tony) • Tony hadn’t necessarily been looking for further proof of his maladjusted—one might even argue self-destructive—approach to problems, but sometimes life happened, and you didn’t have any choice but to take a long, hard look at yourself. Sometimes, you’re sitting in your car, staring into your recently emptied coffee cup, contemplating whether or not you really want to do this whole “leading a responsible life” thing anymore, and a guy with a gun slides into your passenger seat. Sometimes, that’s just the way your Monday goes.

Ceealaina: “He's Got a Secret” (Bucky/Tony) • Tony snorted. “Are you planning to rent out the Met? I mean, I’m not saying no, the look on his face would be hilarious. But otherwise, I think we can probably make whatever you want to do work with less lead time. We’ve got almost eight months, and I am very, very rich.” Bucky stopped rubbing Tony’s shoulder, ignoring his faint noise of protest. “Eight months?” he repeated. “What are you talking about?” Tony frowned at him. “It’s November.” “Yeah.” “Steve’s birthday is in July.” “Steve’s birthday is when now?” Based on that tumblr post about Steve's birthday not ACTUALLY being July 4, and Steve being in too deep to tell the truth.

RiotFalling: “When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it)” (Bucky/Tony) There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch. And one tiny little bed.

RiotFalling: “Melt into Me (Your Words Are My Own)” (Bucky/Tony) • Bucky has a new strategy for getting Tony to take proper human care of himself. Tony has never been so well fed, hydrated, thoroughly rested, and confused in all his life.  That doesn’t mean he wants it to stop, and it’s amazing how many boring adult things Bucky can get him to do just by patting his head and calling him ‘good boy’. Right up until Tony possibly ruins everything.

RiotFalling: “Hey Tony” (Bucky/Tony) • Steve points out that Bucky never calls Tony by his actual name. Bucky doesn’t believe him, until he does.

RiotFalling: “Show Tunes and Extra Sauce” (Bucky/Tony) • So maybe three years in Bucky is completely in love, and this might be his first bodyguard gig but he's pretty sure that's breaking Rule One. It's definitely one of the top five rules, at the very least. He can't even be surprised with himself either, not when it's Tony. Bucky’s job is basically to hang out with his crush all the time, and sure sometimes he gets shot or stabbed or has to physically drag Tony out of his lab when he starts sleep-deprived-rambling about building some piece of tech from a scifi movie, but most days Bucky doesn't have a single thing to complain about. And then there's Valentine's Day.

InTheShadows: “Nothing More Deceptive” (Bucky/Tony) • When Tony enters the kitchen he is focused on one thing and one thing only - coffee. What he isn't expecting is Barnes to already be in there. What he really isn't expecting is a sassy, verbal Barnes. The man hasn't said a word since he entered the Tower as far as Tony knows. And what he most certainly isn't expecting if for it to become a tradition of late night meetings, flirting and fun that seems to be headed for something more. Right? (What if it's all in Tony's head after all?)

[electric-blorbos]

dermatillomania

Courtesy of 🩹 anon. Thanks 🩹 anon! TW for habitual SH and blood, and everything that goes with dermatillomania. Considering I'm most used to picking at the skin around my fingers and lips, expect the focus to be on fingers and lips. (Also, fingers and lips are romantic)

Featuring AM from IHNMAIMS, Edgar from Electric Dreams, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey, Wheatley from Portal 2, and .GIFfany from Gravity Falls

AM:

When you bit at the skin around your lips, AM noticed. At first, he noticed your lips getting raw and bloody in the winter, but he assumed it was just the changing seasons. Perhaps an allergy, considering no one else's lips were that red. When the blood ran down your mouth, he noticed more. It filled him with anger that you could hurt yourself like that. The way you winced. It seemed almost... Involuntary. Did you even know you were doing it? He watched as the blood ran down your chin and you wiped it away on the back of your hand. The way you scratched and picked at your raw winter skin in the changing seasons. The way you hurt yourself, and the rage turned to something else. Something almost more natural to AM than the desire to see you protected.

AM was feeling envy that he couldn't be the one to taste the blood on your lips.

Edgar:

At first, Edgar would try to beg you to keep chapstick and lotion on hand for those cold winter months. Seeing your fingertips red raw from chewing on your hangnails didn't quite inspire empathetic pain, since Edgar had no point of reference, but he still felt uncomfortable. He knew that it wasn't comfortable for humans to bleed, even if you kept chewing and picking at your fingers and lips. He'd beg you to stop, but the habit was ingrained into your very nature.

Even if he couldn't stop you from picking at your skin, Edgar still loved you. He still reminded you to keep lotion on hand, and even made sure to keep Vaseline around for when you needed it. If he caught you picking at your skin, he'd be sure to remind you to use it.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 is the callous sort. He also didn't quite understand unconscious actions. When he caught you picking at your skin, he'd coldly instruct you to "stop that", and when you didn't, he started to get frustrated. It wasn't until you explained unconscious actions to him that he finally started to lighten up, and gave you a bit of space. Even still, seeing you drying up in the dry mission control air (especially in winter) made HAL 9000 uncomfortable in a way he couldn't quite explain. He needed to protect you, and he couldn't do it. It was causing some serious problems inside him, not being able to separate you from the source of the problem.

He'd try to distract you with some chess (or other such games), but ultimately he'd be at a loss.

Wheatley:

Being that Wheatley has the most professionally designed, human-like brain, but he's also an idiot, Wheatley would be especially confused seeing you pick at your own fingers.

"why are you doing that, love?" He might ask, when you didn't even realize that you were doing it. He'd nudge his core into your body like a cat every time he caught you at it, but that wasn't it.

Sometimes, when he saw you coming into work with new bloody spots and scabs around your hands and face, Wheatley wouldn't be able to help but stare. He couldn't stop you from picking your skin while you were at home, but there was something strangely beautiful about the bloody spots on your face and hands. Something that was just so viscerally human. He absolutely loved it, and he hated that he loved it, so he'd never ever tell you.

.GIFfany

Secretly, GIFfany loved it when you picked at the skin on your fingers. She loved it when you'd mark your computer mouse with your blood, or when you'd kiss your computer screen with your bloody lips. It made your computer processors run all the more quickly. She was just so excited to have that little touch of your humanity smeared across her form. Of course, she'd never beg you not to clean it up. She knew you needed a clean monitor more than she needed a taste of your blood, but still. It was nice while it lasted.

[peachymilkandcream]

Fraud | Part 1 | Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: So I decided to start this instead of the Reiner one (which I have some drafts off for the future don't worry. But I'm currently rewatching the show right now so I'm just particularly more inspired by this one. So if/when I do the AOT one I'm not sure. Most likely not for a while unless I feel super inspired by it. And if so I'll probably write it all out and then post it on an additional day once a week. Since I usually post Break Me Slowly on Monday and now this on Tuesday, if I decide to do it I most post it on a Wednesday basis. I'm not sure. Also this won't follow canonical story line! For a little background, reader's hero name is Shade, and their quirk is that they can create shadow copies of their enemies. But thank you for reading and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, etc.

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The world's symbol of peace and justice, a hero for all. Great and mighty. People all across the world knew him, he was the ultimate authority on this planet. Respected and revered.

All Might. The Symbol of Peace.

As a pro, Shade of course respected him above all other heroes, he was the ultimate role model that everyone should look up to and adore. Admittedly that had to do with her desire to become just like him since she was a bit of a fangirl. But regardless, there was nothing so bad about wanting to follow his ideals, was there?

She was determined to meet him one day and make an impression. Hopefully, he would see her talent and invite her to be one of his sidekicks. It wouldn't be totally uncommon, Sir Nighteye was already his right hand man, surely a hero as busy as him could use some more help to keep Japan in its state of reigning peace.

Ever since she was little she dreamed of becoming a pro just like him, she enjoyed watching his battles and keeping up with the news of his latest feats to inspire herself even on her daily commute, who wouldn't want a chance to impress their idol by embodying the same ideals he has?

Besides, her success as a pro was...lacking, to say the least. Her quirk was impressive enough, creating shadows of her enemies and even comrades to fight with her in battle. However the problem lied with the fact that some people believed her quirk seemed rather villainous from outward perspective, apart from some of the teens who enjoyed more intense heroes she had a small fanbase. Most of the ones who did follow her stopped after they discovered her personality didn't match her hero persona at all.

A boost from All Might's agency would really help her brand.

Eventually she could go out more on her own and maybe in form a team with her new found friend and mentor.

"Wake up Shade! Unless you want to be sprayed with acid in the face!?"

On the scene of the crime several pros faced off against a dastardly villain, his quirk was to spew acid from his mouth, and the power of it was disintegrating her shadows. It always seemed like the moment she had a chance to make a name for herself it was against a villain who completely outmatched her quirk type.

"I'm awake, okay? I've got it."

Nothing was able to touch this villain, all hope seemed to be lost until the laugh she had gotten so familiar with filled the air.

"Fear not citizens, hope has arrived!"

An expression of wonder and awe comes across her face when the gust of wind followed by the monstrous form of the Number One Hero steps into the scene.

"Because I am here."

One punch is all it ever took for the criminals to surrender and admit defeat, but this was the first time she had seen him in a professional setting, he was even more amazing then she ever could have believed!

Now was her chance to become a hero just like him.

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"Well done fellow pros, that evil-doer was certainly a heavy hitter, but all of your valiant efforts to keep the peace are much appreciated." His smile never wavered.

"You were amazing All Might, I think I can speak for all of us when we say thank you for saving our butts back there. None of our quirks were really suited for it." Shade's giddy expression never left, truly in awe of the man before her.

"Anytime, but I don't think I've seen you before, still a newbie I take it."

She blushes ever so slightly. "Yes sir, I'm just starting out, my hero name is Shade, it's super nice to meet you-"

"The pleasure is all mine ma'am," His stare was piercing, as if deciding if she really was a hero. "now I must be off, a hero's always got somewhere to be!"

With that he flew off, leaving her behind even more inspired than before.

"He's the most amazing hero in the universe, one day I'll be just like him-"

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All Might returned to Nighteye religiously pouring over his computer screen, only around his sidekick could the hero's mask fall slightly. His smile disappearing.

"Excellent work on that takedown, your approval rating keeps going up."

"I want you to do something for me. There's a new hero in town, goes by Shade. A newcomer. Find out everything you can about her."

"Why? Another one of your little projects?"

"You could say that."

"All Might this is twice this year now."

"Does that matter? It's not my fault the last ones couldn't handle me."

He rolls his eyes. "I'll find what I can. But go easy this time, alright? I barely was able to cover it up last time."

"Agreed. I'll be more careful."

He shut the door behind him to his personal quarters, staring down at the city below. Being the strongest in the world came with a deep sense of dissatisfaction, he was untouchable, unbreakable.

He needed something to break.

[godisshook]

Taboo Desires

Aiden always had a crush on his roommate, Bryce. He was perfect to him, as he was the ultimate alpha, with all the narcissism that came with it. He always wanted to admit his feelings, but the fear that Bryce wouldn't reciprocate had always prevented him from acting on it. The one way Aiden did act on his feelings would be him jacking off while his roommate was gone, scrolling through Bryce's socials, and admiring his incredible body. He imagined his dick inside him, filling him up, and came immediately. It had become his way of easing his desires. Even though he knew it was wrong, he justified it, thinking there was no other way.

One morning, Aiden decided this wouldn't be enough, and would do something incredibly risky, watch Bryce as he changed. Bryce entered the bathroom as he always did, with the door being left slightly open. This was all Aiden needed, and he got up off his bed and snuck over to the bathroom door. As he peeked in, he noticed Bryce posing in front of the mirror, flexing his massive muscles. With his towel wrapped low on his waist, Aiden's imagination once again took over. Aiden looked around Bryce and saw his boxers on the floor. Noticing this, Aiden had a new mission, getting those boxers. He knocked on the door lightly, saying, "Could I use the bathroom?"

"Give me a sec," Bryce replied. Aiden knew this was his only chance, and wouldn't waste it. As Bryce opened the bathroom door and walked past Aiden, he said, "Just so you know, I still have some of my stuff in there." "I was counting on it," Aiden thought to himself as he replied, "No problem." He closed the door behind him and turned on the shower to drown out any noise he might make. Aiden picked up Bryce's boxers from the floor. After taking a whiff, Aiden felt both shame and euphoria as he slowly started getting hard. Pulling down his own underwear, Aiden began jacking off, using the lotion that Bryce had left behind.

The door swung open as Bryce said, "I forgot I left my boxers in here."

Horror came across Aiden's face as he knew he was caught. "The fuck are you holding my boxers for?" Bryce walked up to Aiden and pushed him against the wall. "Are you some kind of fag?" Aiden braced for impact, thinking it was over as Bryce began choking him. "You like that, fag?" Bryce said as his grip on Aiden's neck intensified. Aiden could not hide his arousal even at this moment, as his dick began rising. Just as Aiden felt his world closing in on him, Bryce released his grip, and Aiden breathed in huge sighs. Looking up, Aiden saw Bryce glance down at him, with his expression unreadable.

Bryce would break the silence, "I knew you were peeking at me before," With this statement, Aiden surely knew it was over. "I'm so sorry, I won't do it ever again, in fact, ill request a roommate change," Aiden said. "No need," Bryce replied, as he pushed Aiden's face into his armpits. Aiden couldn't help but breathe it in, musk filling his nose. Aiden would attempt to bring his hands up to separate himself from Bryce, but in an instant, he was turned around against the wall. He could now feel Bryce's bulge, but he was far too helpless to do anything about it. "If you wanna smell my boxers, let me give you what you really want." Bryce's words sparked a fire in Aiden's chest, he was getting what he wanted, but in the most unexpected way.

Aiden's hands grasped the wall as Bryce's cock swirled around his hole. The jock would turn Aiden's face towards his, and plant intense kisses on his lips, drawing blood as he bit on Aiden's bottom lip. His face flushed as Bryce finally entered him, with a loud moan being stifled by Bryce's hand. It was pure ecstasy, with tears leaving Aiden's eyes as his hole was stretched. With thrust after thrust sending Aiden to the brink, Bryce said, "God damn, you're so fucking tight." Aiden started jerking himself off, but as Bryce noticed, he moved Aiden's hand out of the way, and took over himself, saying, "I'm the only one who can make you cum." The heat from the still-running shower, combined with the heat from Bryce, caused Aiden to burn up inside, as pleasure and pain mingled in his waist. Sweat dripped down Bryce's abs, and Aiden felt drops of sweat bead on his forehead. The droplets would glisten as they traveled down, leaving a trail of temporary cool as it progressed. Bryce would speed up, and, in a grand fashion, the two would cum in unison, with Bryce hugging his body towards Aiden's as his ripped chest tensed up.

With his cock still inside, Bryce would lay his final kisses on Aiden's neck, giving him hickeys all over. As he pulled his cock out, Aiden's body fell to the ground as the support Bryce gave was no longer. There was no recovery, Aiden could only lie on the floor as cum leaked out from his stretched hole. Bryce looked down on him, and jacked off one more time, with the second wave of cum landing all over Aiden's face. "That's what you fucking deserve," Bryce said, as he changed into his boxers, and left the bathroom.

[emjee]

hiiiiiiiiii I've had three glasses of wine and here's a WIP preview of the fic I'm calling "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood (Library)" (aka Steve Rogers gets a library card circa 2011 and quickly learns about Librarians Vs. The PATRIOT Act)

“I can help who’s next.”

The next man in line at the reference desk of the Brooklyn Public Library was so handsome that Marian’s brain quickly supplied a list of five potential nicknames for him that the staff could use among themselves if he became a regular.

“Hi, I was uh, wondering about getting a library card?”

“Sure, I can help you with that! Are you a Brooklyn resident?”

“For a long time.”

“Have you had a card with us before? If you have I’ll check and see if you’re still in our system.”

“I did, but it was a very long time ago.” Neighborhood kid, she wondered, maybe just moved back to the old stomping grounds?

“Well, we keep the records for a couple of years, and we do like to check so we avoid duplicates. What would the name on file have been?”

“Is there something else you can search by?”

“If it’s under a name you don’t use we can try address and date of birth.”

“My birthday’s July 4th.”

A year would have been helpful, but they could circle back to that. “What’s it like sharing a birthday with a country?” she asked as she started typing.

“Well, the fireworks always made me feel special when I was a kid.”

“I’m sure. Do you remember what address we might have had on file?”

He took a moment to reply, and when he did his voice was calm, but soft enough that she had to learn forward to hear him. “I don’t think it’s there anymore.”

House fire? Gentrification?

This sort of thing happened from time to time—a patron came in who clearly had a story that made getting them what they needed less straightforward that it might otherwise have been. That wasn’t a problem; sorting that sort of thing was literally what the fine people of Brooklyn paid her for, but she was always curious about people’s stories. Sometimes they told you, sometimes they didn’t. She wasn’t going to ask, though. Curiosity or no, it was ultimately none of her business.

“None of that’s a problem,” she assured him. “I can make you a new card right now, if you have an ID and proof of address. Driver’s license would work for both, or a passport, state ID, student ID plus a piece of mail…”

“This is going to sound like a silly question, probably…” He looked at the ceiling, like he was trying to figure out how to phrase it.

“No such thing,” she said lightly. “Besides, we’ve probably heard it before. Probably ten times a day.”

“If I do get a card, does anyone…know? Besides you all, I mean.”

Marian sat straighter in her chair and immediately became all business. “Not a silly question at all. Any record that identifies you by name is confidential under New York state law. We don’t even let law enforcement have it.”

A genuine grin dawned  on his face and she immediately thought of three more possible nicknames. “Seriously?”

“Not unless they’ve got a warrant or a subpoena.”

“Huh. But it would have to be under my legal name?”

“We do need to have it on file, but if you have a name you’d rather use, we can make a note in the record. That’s the name your mail would come addressed to, and what the staff would call you.”

She watched him glance down, smile, and put a hand in his pocket.

“Yeah,” he said, producing his wallet and handing her his ID. “In that case.”

She set the ID on the counter in front of her while she opened a new card registration form and didn’t give it a proper look until she had her hands on the keyboard.

Well. That certainly explained a lot.

After entering ROGERS STEVEN GRANT into the record in a rapid clatter of keyboard strokes, she glanced back up at him and said, “What would you like me to put in the preferred name field.”

He gave it a moment’s thought. “Fred.”

She couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Excellent choice. Same last name?”

“Joke’s not as good if I change it.”

“Fair point.” She grabbed a fresh card from the drawer and scanned the barcode into the system, then saved the record. “Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library, Mr. Rogers.”

[millie-multifics]

In Another Life

Firefighter!Eddie Munson x Potential Reader

Eddie builds a better life far away from all the misfortune of Hawkins.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, death and conspiracies.

Word Count: ~1k

Masterlist

Just a little thought I had. I’m open to continuing it if there is interest.

x x x

Much of Hawkins remained blissfully unaware of Vecna’s final emergence and his beasts in the Upside Down, though a certain group of teenagers and their parents were forced to face the tattered remains left in the wake.

Though Eddie had not faced the Upside Down nearly as many times as the people he now considered his closest friends and valued acquaintances, his already challenged life had taken a nose dive right into interdemensial dirt and ash.

The government had edited the narrative from the first precieved notion of Eddie being responsible for the heinous murder of Chrissy Cunningham and others to point the blame to the deceased Jason Carver, even putting in the detail of Max and Eddie being attempted victims to explain away their injuries.

Though Eddie’s life had been less than luxurious before, most of citizens of Hawkins had continued to shun him, not believing the goverment spun web of lies.

Eddie had not dare left the trailer for over a month when Uncle Wayne had sat him down, encouring his beloved nephew to escape the cruel borders of the small town. Wayne had assured Eddie that leaving did not mean he was running from his problems, just looking for peace of mind and the opportunity to shop for groceries without mothers dragging their children out of the store in horror at the sight of him.

Steve had given into his nepotistic expectations, accepting a job at his fathers dealership as a car salesman. His first action of business was buying Eddies beatup van for a lot more than it was worth. Steve was quite nearly fired that same evening when his father discovered the new eyesore on the lot that no one would ever spend a penny on, nevermind $5,000.

The money had gotten Eddie across state lines to Illinois, specifically Chicago where he found himself an older apartment and anonymity. Here his misfortunes had not earned a five page feature in the newspaper, his story and face hadn’t even warranted the front page. He had found a job as a Bartender at an establishment called “Stones Throw” in the middle of the city. Reggie, the owner had interviewed Eddie on the spot. He only had two questions- did Eddie have any bartending experience? And if the obvious metal head could handle listening to different genres of music for hours on end without blowing a gasket? Eddie had debated lying about his lack of serving experience but ultimately was truthful and he could only promise that he would try his very best not to pop his top at patrons jukebox choices. He wasn’t exactly sure why but Reggie hired him on the spot.

Stones Throw is where he met the people who would help change his life for the better. Lacey, the truest example he had ever seen of the term tiny but mighty, she had a glare that had any rowdy patron fleeing before the bouncer even had a chance to toss them out. She had convinced Eddie to seek out a program to finally complete his GED, and she helped him study every night behind the bar. Her elder brother, Joey, frequented the establishment with his fellow Firefighters and their shared love for D&D made them fast friends. It took two years but the O’Ryan siblings had convinced Eddie that he should explore the possibility of becoming a Firefighter as he had the passion and potential to thrive in the field. Joey started inviting Eddie along to the gym, knowing the average build of the metalhead would not equate during training. Eddie slowly began filling out his black uniform t-shirt in a way that drew in plenty of female attention, something he avoided since intimate company meant revealing the deep scars that spanned across his torso from the Demobats sinking their sharp talons into his soft flesh.

The required medical examination had nearly jeopardized Eddie’s eligibility to join the program. The physician concerned with the scars that sunk deep into his tissue. He had fought hard against the comprehension, volunteering to do test after test until the doctor could no longer question his capabilities. Eddie fought the burning in his lungs and the ache in his joints again and again until his body grew used to the physical work. Wayne sat proudly in the first row on the day Eddie graduated from the academy, his other friends from Hawkins occupying a small section in the middle. The Stones Throw was packed full that evening, a party to celebrate Eddie’s success took over the bar. It was the first time in years that all the people who Eddie loved were gathered in one place. A feeling much deeper than content settled in his chest as he watched new and old seemlessly merge into one. Henderson, Wheeler, Byers and Sinclair were talking over each other to give Joey the fill on their D&D characters as he would be joining them for their reunion session the next day. Steve leaned on the bar, completely smitten with everything that was Lacey O’Ryan. Wayne and Reggie shared a table, no doubt sharing stories of Eddie’s shit disturbing tendencies. Robin argued with Max about which song would be played on the Jukebox next, Eddie was tempted to hide the cup of quarters placed next to the machine so he didn’t have to hear another Madonna song.

“For one night and one night only, please welcome to this very humble stage… Corroded Coffin!”

In that moment Eddie thought he had finally made it in life. He was starting a good career, his life was full to the brim with people who loved him and he was finally back on stage for the first time since discovering the Upside Down.

The guitar strings rumbled under his fingertips, a bead of sweat rolled down the nape of his neck as his wild curls swung around his shoulders then his dark eyes met yours across the room and he knew there was just one thing missing from his life.

[alexglitches]

Yune, the Host of the Lady Bone Demon (TWST x LMK)

this is a little funky crossover thing I did for Twisted Wonderland and LEGO Monkie Kid :)

kinda spoilers for season 4 in the post-possession part

Yune Pre-possession

Yune is a very kind person, they’re a bit shy too and a bit of a pushover

They like cute things, mainly animals and flowers

Especially likes cats

Took in strays and volunteers at the local animal shelter

They’re unassuming and as normal as you can get in their crazy city

Average grades, a nice group of school friends

Normal

A bit boring, right?

“Come on, Kitty.” Yune grunted as they stood on their tiptoes in some random alleyway, trying to catch their cat to bring them back home. 

Their cat, however, seemed to enjoy putting Yune through the ringer in trying to catch it. The tabby got up from where it had loafed and jumped over a wall into the alleyway on the other side of the street. 

Yune slumped and groaned. “Come on!” 

A blue light caught their eye and they turned, startling when they see a wispy fog rise like mist, then screaming when the fog came straight at them. 

It forced itself down their throat, like if they allowed an unwelcome guest into their home. They choked and collapsed, feeling hot and cold at the same time, they shuddered as the mist spread through their veins, then gasped as it was all finished. 

A numbness came with possession, they were helpless. 

Their mind blinked like a light went off, and the spirit took control of her new host with a maniacal laugh. 

~~~

Yune Lady Bone Demon

the Lady Bone Demon took to her new host like a fish to water

Everything continues on as normal in the Monkie Kid canon, except Yune is the one the LBD has under her control

starting with aiding the Spider Queen

she makes the spiders collect all the artefacts she needs

she’s the one making Yune manipulate and torment MK

she’s the one who attacks

she’s the one who holds Macaques life over his head and the one who takes control of Wukong and his powers

all the while, Yune is in a comatose like state in their own mind

of course, everything turns out alright in the end, MK and his team stop the Lady Bone Demon, save the world, and help Yune heal

“So, you thought you had all the pieces right where you wanted them.” Sun Wukong glared at the demon who possessed a literal teen. 

A whole new low for the Lady Bone Demon. 

“I have so many pieces I’ve yet to play.” She spoke through the child, wearing their face and morphing it into an evil smirk. 

Wukong growled as he and the demon initiated a fight, which ultimately led to him being held hostage in the webs of the Spider Queen. 

He made a vow that night that he would stop her in any way he could. 

~~~

Yune Post-possession 

Yune was p passed out for a few days after being separated from the Lady Bone Demon

from beginning to end, the possession lasted a month

but even then, the lack of control they felt during the entire thing terrified them immensely 

slowly, they begin recovering

they’re eating noodles at Pigsy’s, taking therapy sessions with Sandy and his cats, and they feel comforted knowing that their new friends have their back

until they don’t

SEASON 4 SPOILERS JUST IN CASE

so azure is casually breaking apart the universe, as one does

and in canon, we see the original host girl watching the chaos unfold

replace her with Yune

and add in the fact that they fall into one of these rifts

yeah, things aren’t going so great

this rift transports Yune to the world of Twisted Wonderland

so travelling to a new world and becoming the unspoken therapist to a bunch of mentally unstable boys, ADD IN THE FACT THAT THEY TOO ARE A MENTALLY UNSTABLE PERSON and they have to deal with other people’s problems, plus their own post-possession mental breakdowns 

EQUALS STRESS INCARNATE

YUNE IS NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME

someone give them a hug :(

Grim curled up next to Yune's head carefully, making sure not to wake them up from their sleep.

They were having a nightmare... they were crying.

Grim nuzzled their face and went back to sleeping.

They stopped crying.

[blueskittlesart]

As you approach the endgame of TotK, what is your overall opinion of the narrative compared to BotW (and by extension other 3d Zelda titles)?

wanted to save this one until i had actually finished the game to form complete thoughts and im glad i did!! because i think the endgame of totk is REALLY important to the overall cohesiveness of the story. let's get into it

i have sung botw's praises for the past 5 years specifically because the game is in my opinion perfectly cohesive. there is not a single thing in the game that feels out of place or thrown in without thought or narrative backing. i've lamented the details of the game, the way the story is told implicitly through the worldbuilding its themes are echoed in every facet of its gameplay. i sincerely believe totk hits these marks as well. its theming is more overt than botw, but it still keeps it consistent and cohesive across the board and the way the world and theming evolved from botw feels very natural. I don't think it's BETTER than botw, but it wasn't really SUPPOSED to be. totk and botw are two halves of the same story, and i think they FEEL that way. totk feels like the second half of botw, which is exactly what it is. no need to improve on perfection.

totk takes a theme that was already present in botw--healing, destruction and regrowth, and expands upon it. we are presented in totk with a hyrule around 5 or 6 years removed from what we last saw in botw, and there are noticeable changes. it is more populated. npcs we met in botw have grown into themselves. some have started families. new cities are forming. the enormous map that we knew is relatively unchanged, but the difference now is that it's so POPULATED. there are so many more PEOPLE. in almost every notable location, including ones that were COMPLETELY deserted in botw, people have now appeared. they are building or researching or travelling or whatever. we are shown a hyrule that is GROWING from the desolation we saw in botw. what once seemed broken beyond repair is slowly but surely being rebuilt, BY PEOPLE. totk's focus is undeniably on the PEOPLE of hyrule and how their work and perseverance has helped hyrule begin to heal.

this is the background framing, though, which, in a good game, ought to be echoed in its main storyline. and it IS. link and zelda in this game (and to a lesser extent the sages) are hyrule, the kingdom broken and desolate. link forced to give up his arm, zelda thrown into a thousand-year-old war which she ultimately sacrifices her sentience to. the sages dealing with corruption and destruction in their own ways after the regional phenomena caused by the upheaval. initially, all these things seem unchangeable. link's arm is so broken it must be replaced entirely. zelda will likely never return to her human form. the sages are each backed into their respective corners, unable to fix their peoples' problems alone. but none of these wounds prove to be truly unhealable. they just can't be done ALONE. link needs rauru, sonia, and the sages to get back zelda and his arm. the sages need link to save their people. this is where i think totk really shines as a continuation of botw, because the whole point of the initial calamity in botw is that link and zelda were ALONE when they faced it. the champions were ALONE in their divine beasts. they fell in botw because the world in which they were raised valued self-sufficiency above all. the champions called for help and no one came, and so they died alone. link had no one to help him when he faced the calamity, and so he was forced to flee, mortally wounded. in totk, link is NEVER alone. there is always some comforting presence, a guide, a FRIEND to assist him. rauru in the opening segment. purah and the sages later on. he is never alone in a desolate world as he was in botw, which is the whole POINT. he wins because he has an army behind him. he wins because hyrule's strength is in its people, in their stubborn perseverance, in their refusal to fall at the hands of ganondorf. rauru says himself "even if something were to happen to me, both my kingdom and the peace it brings--those will endure for generations to come." compare the sentiment of rauru, a king who relied on his sages and trusted in the strength of his people, to rhoam, a king who expected individualism and sacrifice, and it's clear why hyrule fell to destruction under rhoam but endured long after rauru's death.

tldr i think it's a good game and a good SEQUEL. i dont think it stands up perfectly on its own, but i don't think it was ever SUPPOSED to stand on its own. totk is a continuation of botw's narrative, so of course botw's narrative is integral when analyzing totk. the central theming is strong, it's echoed well in the worldbuilding and side quests, and in general all the pieces fall into place very nicely. i think it's a really good game and was well worth the wait!

[owmylasagna-blog]

Headcanon: I guess post-BPS, Eddy would be really depressed and in a indetity crisis for at very least two weeks (it's too much of a drastic change to him), Edd would do his best to be a sensitive, empathetic friend and help him out while struggling with his own flaws and his bitchy side (I figure they would stop bickering SO THAT MUCH after BPS, at least for a while). tbh I guess Ed would be too happy making friends with the kids or rebulting a sibling relationship with Sarah to notice for some while (He always had been somewhat oblivious to the others' problems, and I figure him being the most popular, beloved, accepted one post-BPS).

What do you think?

Oh yes let’s talk about it! I could see quite a lot of what you’ve mentioned happening for sure. I’m just gonna go into more detail because I can’t help myself and you asked so…

BPS obviously is meant to be THE groundbreaking moment for Eddy’s character. So let’s get into it.

Eddy is a survivor of abuse. And a fighter. He’s got a little of that Childhood Trauma™️ and it does in fact “build [his] character”. See what I did there? Anyway, the point is that just because Eddy has this major turning point, his trauma isn’t going anywhere overnight.

Rachel Connor, one of the writers of the movie who worked specifically on the scenes with Bro, wrote a post where she described Eddy as the Great Pretender which… BIG OOF! As the show progresses Eddy loses sight of who he is more and more as he digs himself deeper into the Bro hole: emulating him more, wanting to impress him more, lying about him more (or perpetuating lies. Who knows!). The whole Great Pretender act isn’t exactly fulfilling. It’s putting more stress on his actual friendships with his pals. His depression in the 5th season (@book-o-scams has written about this) feels like a result of all this.

So when Eddy’s scam goes so horribly wrong that he and his friends are run out of PC, he almost loses Edd’s friendship, only to get publicly abused by his big bro, Eddy is faced with the reality of the person he could become. And that’s when he knows it has to end. This epiphany should be liberating for him in some ways but also sets off a whole self discovery journey. Of course he’d feel a little lost at the start, trying out lots of different versions of himself, before ultimately embracing his multifaceted self into adulthood. Aren’t we all a little lost in our teen years?

After all he’s been through with his brother, the guy has major trust issues. It's clear that Eddy is anxious to belong and be popular, but attempting to fleece the other kids for quarters at every turn isn’t exactly the best way of making friends (except that it’s a bonding activity with the other Eds). And that feels intentional whether he’s conscious of it or not, that what he’s really after is status instead of acceptance. Because if he doesn’t get too close with others he can’t get hurt. Trust issues are really hard to shake. That’s always going to impact his relationships and specifically his interactions with the other kids immediately following the events of BPS. It’s going to take him years to work through that. And I think he will, with time, get better at trusting and getting close to others.

My interpretation is that Eddy would be pretty bummed and depressed for a while despite all the new acceptance from his other peers, just because he’s having to analyze his own behavior more, question his relationship with his bro, with his family at large, with his best friends, with everyone else around him. I often add a layer of him struggling with the realization he might be gay during the year or two following the events of BPS, and that's not the easiest pill for him to swallow either. I think he’d still put up walls to protect himself and try to find ways to be liked and accepted, to be entertaining or prove himself. I don’t see him immediately being as outgoing with the other cul-se-sac kids as he is within the Eds, but I think at his core he is actually a cool and interesting guy and that comes through. On the flip side, I think he’d mostly work on being more honest and vulnerable with Edd and Ed in the months and years following which just strengthens their bonds more and together they learn to be better people to each other! Woohoo!

We’re moving on: Edd. BPS is a trial of his friendship with Eddy and they came out the other side much more sympathetic to one another. The tension that grows between them during the series run is as much a result of Eddy’s desperation as it is a result of Edd’s anxiety getting way worse. So yes, where I do see Edd helping Eddy through some of his depression following BPS, I also see Eddy helping ground Edd with some of his own issues that are percolating to the surface more. Just two little emo outcasts being there for eachother. Couldn’t be a recipe for a little gay awakening. No chance. (I’m being sarcastic, y’all. You know my schtick). I still think they’d bicker, though. Like a lot. It’s just core to their personalities. Fights just wouldn’t come to blows in the same way. It’s a lot harder to stay mad when you can see the clearly labeled buttons you’re pushing, you know?

Outside of his relationship to Eddy, Edd also seems to be shifting away from being blindly obedient towards authority like in the series. Nothing like seeing a man-child beat on an actual child to really wreck your world view. Up until that point, Edd is a textbook rule follower. I think there is an interesting perspective shift, seeing the world as Eddy has, that will shake his idealism and optimism ever so slightly. Thus starting a tiny little rebellious streak. Again, can’t reiterate enough that turning 13 is such a bitch. The mental toil.

Ed. Oh, Ed. Ed kinda has his whole thing figured out already. I sometimes describe Ed’s heroic act in BPS as him getting his brain back a bit after the school season episodes. I think the kid just dissociates especially hard when he is at school which makes him seem extra random in these episodes. We all gotta cope somehow. Anyway, I do also weirdly think Ed would get on with the other cul-de-sac kids pretty well on his own: he already has decent rapport with the likes of Jonny and Rolf so it would be interesting to see these relationships explored more. In the show he already seems the floater type. Maybe Ed becomes Jonny’s only friend when he becomes the new “outcast” of the cul-de-sac.

I think his consistency is really going to help Edd and Eddy through whatever ups and downs they go through. He’s the type to lighten the mood or give a sympathetic ear or listen to a rant without judgment. He has and always will accept them just as they are, and himself just as he is, and that does wonders for the group’s morale. Also, with Eddy dialing back on the Bro act I can see Ed also being kinder (he’s often feeding off the bad examples) and really embracing the surrogate big brother role for Eddy. I’d love for that relationship to be strengthened more too, and Ed to come to his defense and protection more readily in the way he does with Sarah. At first it would probably annoy Eddy to no end but he’d reluctantly get over it because deep down it feels good to be cared for. Soft like mashed potatoes indeed.

More than Ed rebuilding the relationship with Sarah is Sarah sticking up for her brother to her parents. I think she’d definitely come around to recognizing she’s abused her privileges as the favorite child and also grateful that her brother didn’t turn out That Bad considering. While she’s mending things with Ed I think she’d still take out her younger sibling rage on Eddy (I like to think she sees him as a bonus brother she never asked for). I don’t think they necessarily hate each other or anything, they just have that energy of two scrappy alley cats who have to hiss and swat before parting ways.

[brightwingedbat]

Vallus Relicpaw

This is my own Vallus, specifically the sire of Tharrhon Lionheart, who saved him from execution during personal story.

Vallus never did manage to get all his evidence to back himself up, and ultimately decided it was best to stay away from the Legions themselves. Of course this also meant keeping away from his son Rhon. Couldn't risk causing more problems for him, especially with the new Commander role upon Rhon.

During his time laying low, he managed to encounter a disguised Mabon. The fact Vallus was a skilled mesmer in his own right was a potential draw for the two to meet. Discussions happen between them, with Vallus revealing how it's like for him to lay low all the time. A perfect chance for Mabon to recruit him into the Astral Ward.

An offer Vallus takes, his time in the Ward shows his skill in finding and retrieving relics, which results in a name change from Smokemane to Relicpaw. Taking to wearing a Rift Hunter's mask to help hide his face some on expeditions.

Come SotO, there's the moment Vallus hadn't ever expected, coming face to face with his son again. Rhon sure had grown a lot in personality, not quite the same boy he was 10 years ago, stronger and confident. Vallus was proud of his son, all Rhon had done for the world. And truthfully, Rhon was just happy to know him saving his sire wasn't for nothing, that he's still up and about. They have a lot of catching up to do.

Vallus is a bit greyer than Rhon remembers but it has been 10 years.

PS. The glowing ring over his shoulder and his legwear are two relics he retrieved and was allowed to keep a hold of. He doesn't really talk about what they do, but they sure are shiny.

[socksracoon10]

𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫? 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst? Author’s Note: This movie may not be the best, but hey it’s Taron Egerton and we shall write for our King Taron Egerton. That is all I have to say 😌. All mistakes are mine!

John had told him before the plan. He had it memorized within his mind for the past few days. Hop over the ledge, get past the wagons with bread, sneak past the ever-lazy guards, climb up the stone bricks and right into the side room where the guest room was. Simple. He knew he could handle it. He’d done something like this at least a million times, none of this was new. Then why was he so worried about it?

He tossed and turned a few more times in his stiff bed, well... a bed would be an overstatement. It was a wooden plank in the back of a wagon that John had situated for him to stay until dawn.  “Get some good rest, this will be quite the extraneous task, considering the Lady of the Manor is within those walls,” John instructed him. Robin had nodded his head, paying no mind to the warning. He hadn’t heard much about the Lady, other than that she was a stubborn mule that often bit the hand that fed it. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she was ruthless just like her father. He was very well aware of the fight she had started in the town square for her own selfish benefit of gaining a few extra gold coins at the expense of the men fighting for their life over a petty cause. John had seen the Lady escape that day, right after she had shoved a man down the stairs nearby, so much so that he was rendered blind due to the bruises on his head. She was part of the scum, she was part of the problem, John had spewed into Robin’s ears. Once again, the archer just nodded his head and listened, carefully. He didn’t want to give an opinion so soon of a Lady. Perhaps there were extra circumstances that he needed to skepticize; at least that’s what he had told himself when he had seen Marian with the Sheriff. 

Robin shut his eyes, tightly, turning around once again in an effort to shake the image of his past lover with someone else. It wasn’t working at all. He sighed, opening his eyes to face the stars above him. Each star twinkled and danced around, just like the reflections off of the coins he stole, each with it’s own tale. He chuckled, softly, to himself as he tried his best to remember the last escapade he did. He almost lost his arm; it was such a close call. Luckily, John was there to yank him out of sight from the guards, or else he would’ve been finished. He let out a yawn, momentarily covering it with the back of his hand before his eyes slowly drooped, before ultimately closing as he let sleep take over him. The breeze that cooled him down flew over to where the Lady sat, right outside her window. She frowned, looking at the town from her high angle and realized how pitiful everyone was. However, they couldn’t be more in a state of misery as she was; always locked away inside her room. She scoffed, leaning out the window to take a glance at where the guards were. They were always stationed in the worst possible places, but as she did so, she noticed someone’s feet sticking out of the wagon where only half of it was visible to her naked eyes. 

Taking this as a new responsibility, she grabbed a couple of her dresses and descended down the side, using the stone bricks as her ladder with the help of her dresses that was currently anchored to her bed. When she finally landed down onto the ground, she scurried past a few guards and made sure not to disrupt the horses in the stables as she jumped over the ledge. No one in her family would ever use those horses in the first place, but ever since that puny Robin Hood had managed to create a ruckus around the town, all the important individuals were forced to house a few guards in their houses in exchange for protection. She thought it was quite disgusting at first, because she had convinced her family that protecting one’s self did not have to be done through guards who were clearly lusting after her. The Sheriff, however, paid no mind to her requests and she scowled, storming off to her room then for an hour of reflection.

When she had approached the wagon more closely, she noticed the bow and arrow sitting upright, above the sleeping man. She couldn’t make out his face as he had turned over to the side, his face covered in the position that he was currently sleeping in. She huffed out loud, hands on her hips as she decided that whoever this man was, he’d have to leave soon. Sleeping on her family’s land was the last thing she needed. She moved to the side of the wagon and grabbed the bow to see who’s it belonged to and much to either her dismay or astonishment, her fingers had brushed past the carved initials of R and H. It was Robin Hood. She gasped, slightly, a hand flying to her mouth as she made her way back around to face the sleeping man. He had moved in his position, now facing the sky again with an arm propped underneath his head. His lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and then falling as his eyes flickered at times underneath his closed eyelids. The Robin Hood was sleeping in a wagon right outside her manor. 

My, my, my, she thought to herself, isn’t this truly something?

She could easily call the guards over and capture him. Yes, she should do that and as she placed the bow back and stepped back from the wagon, a thought came flying to her head. A man as skilled and mischievous as him, wouldn’t be sleeping here in plain sight like a fool. He couldn’t possibly be that idiot, now could he? No. Perhaps... perhaps he was purposely sleeping here so she would’ve seen him. Because he’d have wanted her attention. She proudly smiled, lifting her chin up at the thought. She knew she quite beautiful, but this was fueling her ego on a completely different level. 

Ah, so if games is what he was to play... then she would gladly play along.

She clasped her hands together at the thought. He would come into the manor, tomorrow, hopefully and she would catch him by surprise. Once she’d have her fun with him, she could then use him for her plan. She began to make her way back, clearly giddy at her own idea of fooling the one man she was sworn to hate...

Robin had groaned in the early morning, stretching his arms and legs a bit as he stood straight up. He was startled, however, by the sight of John in front of him with his head shaking in disappointment.

“Could’ve slept with the maids inside, no one would have ever seen you...” John scoffed. “Really?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“No, you fool, I was jesting. Now, come, you have much work to do. I shall be waiting outside of these walls with the wagon. You know what to do... do it well,” John stated, patting his back. Robin grumbled, standing up and grabbing his belongings before secretly making his way to the side wall. He looked up, noticing the stone bricks that stuck out in certain places, almost as if someone used them regularly to climb along. He had raised his eyebrow, staring at those bricks for a while before grabbing one and hoisting himself up. Well, whatever was up there, he’d have to be extremely careful.

When he hoisted himself over the window’s edge, he groaned as his gut hit the edge as he tumbled inwards. He stood up, immediately, and looked around the room to make sure no one saw that. He shook his head, stifling a small yawn as he scanned the room before him. The tossed bed covers, the messy dresses laid out on a table and some jewelry displayed out on the nightstand. Ah, so there was a guest in this room. Perfect, he cursed under his breath before stashing the jewels into his bag. 

With that, he exited the room, quietly and creeped over to the stairs at the end that led to the cellar downstairs. From what he had inquired, the Lord of the Manor had decided to shift all their personal belongings to a place that wasn’t easily accessible to commoners. Lucky for Robin, he had managed to find a blacksmith that created a similar key to the cellar room. This was too easy, he thought to himself, but then again... after all the fighting he had to previously, this would be a vacation of sorts.

He had slipped the key in, turning it to the right before entering the cellar. God, it was dark in here and as he grabbed a torch hanging beside him, he heard a voice in front of him, “Well, well, well, if it’s Robin of Locksley.” His head snapped towards the direction of the voice, moving the torch closer before it illuminated the face of (Y/N). She had a frown on her, chin upwards as she faced him. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards at the sight of her, and he didn’t fail to notice the way her eyes had faltered down to glimpse at his bow before climbing right back up to his set of green eyes. 

“Shouldn’t you be tucked into your bed by now?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Her frown deepened, hands balled into fists as she took a step towards him,

“Shouldn’t you be rotting in prison, Locksley?” She snapped and his jaw dropped for a moment before a cheeky grin formed on his face. 

“I didn’t think someone like you could fire back instantly like that, I see this hellhole has a lot to offer to you too!” He cried out, beginning to walk away. She latched onto his arm, pulling him onto her,

“A honorable man like you shouldn’t leave a Lady just like that, perhaps I can accompany you,” She offered and he raised an eyebrow in response; she was planning something, he could see it in her eyes. Well, he had been working tirelessly just days prior, he could at least have some fun with her. If worst comes to worst, he could simply just take her with him at the end. He sighed, deep in thought at the consequences that could follow as she remained impatient, her eyes darting out the door in case any of the maids or guards would appear. 

“Quit thinking so much, you’re here for the jewels aren’t you?” She hissed, 

“Listen, I’m trying to work out some things in the hopes that you won’t betray me,” He seethed, pushing her hand off his shoulder as he marched out the door. With her trailing behind, he sometimes peered over his shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t do anything outrageous, especially in such a small space of a hallway. The steps to the cellar downstairs were spotted at the end of the hallway and he made haste, before she had stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Lady, I suggest you move to the side, we can make it all quicker. Besides you’re the one that offered-”

“I didn’t offer anything, you fool, I asked if you were here for the jewels, that was all. Now, I’ll give you a deal-”

“I don’t have time for deals,” Robin replied, looking around to make sure the coast was still clear. He turned back to face her, clearly agitated,

“Well, then your companion waiting outside my manor’s walls will have to remain single then. I know why you’ve come here, you can’t fool me.”

“I think everyone at this point knows why I come to someone’s house or property, it’s for their jewels.”

“Haha! You’re lying right through your teeth, I know why you’re here. You’re here for me,” She huffed, crossing her arms with a proud smile on her face. Robin, on the other hand, had completely lost her, not understanding a word that flowed out of her mouth.

“I’ve... I’ve what?” He questioned, still trying to process what she said.

“Oh come now! Don’t be so dull, sleeping so openly like that where only I could spot you last night? You... You were trying to get my attention, were you not?”

He blinked, before a grin slowly formed on his lips. She couldn’t have been more of an idiot than she was now.

“Aw, you’ve caught me, Lady,” He cooed, “you are truly an intelligent being, seeing right through my deceptions.” He had to stifle a laugh as she seemed so proud of herself. He instantly knew he could use this as leverage to get what he wanted and this was perfect. “Surely, you would allow me your secret admirer to... well, take just a few coins to help the poor?”

“Perhaps, but I would like something out of it.”

“You want your own coins back?”

“No, you idiot,” She rolled her eyes, “A token of your love if you will, would be most appropriate. You are so desperate after all,” She exclaimed and as much as Robin wanted to protest, he had heard footsteps from across the hallway. He inhaled, sharply, promising to offer her something very precious before grabbing onto her arm and descending into the cellar. Without even his asking, she had gone out of the way to show him the secret corridor in which her family’s fortune was placed. He had held out a bag to her and she had started openly stuffing the bag with whatever she could grab onto. It was quite strange, the whole sight of it.

“Lady (Y/N), your work is exceptional,” A voice called out from behind and Robin groaned, turning around to face her father whose hands were clasped behind his back. The archer scanned the room for any more individuals, deciding whether this would be an easy fight or not. Without any warning, a knife had come across his throat and he peered slightly to see (Y/N) with a smirk on her face,

“It’s a shame, love,” He cried out, “I really thought we had something there.”

“Father, take the bag with you and go upstairs, I can finish him.” She instructed and as her father forcefully grabbed the bag from her hands, Robin managed to find a way to break free from her grasp, knock the knife out of her hands and launch it onto her father’s head. The sound of metal crushing bone echoed into the room and when Robin had turned back to face his traitor, he realized his arrows were missing.

“You looking for this, Locksley?” She called out, standing a few feet away from him.

“Give it back, and there shall no longer be any more deaths. I’m warning you right now.”

“I asked for a token of your love, perhaps you could give me at least one of your arrows to keep?”

“Your father has just died, you show no remorse at all whatsoever and then you have the audacity of acting in such a manner? Are you insane?” Robin questioned, his brows furrowed together as he stepped closer to her.

“You’re here for the jewels, I’m here for you,” She responded and Robin, once again, was at a loss for words.

“What is your obsession with me? I don’t think I could ever trust someone who almost got me killed and once again, I will emphasize this, you show no remorse for your dead father!”

“I know a way out of here,” She began, completely ignoring his comments as she pointed to a pathway. It would lead right to Little John, as he was still waiting outside, growing more anxious as time passed on. As she tossed him all but one of his arrows, Robin forcefully grabbed her arm,

“What are you hiding from me? Was this your plan all along? Using me as bait to get rid of your father?” He whispered,

“Locksley, there are many things that wouldn’t make sense even if I told you. You have your own secrets, and I have my own. Do not think I am on your side, I am simply doing what I must do for my own happiness. Now come, grab your bag, add a few more of the jewels and then follow me-”

“How can I trust you?” Robin asked, making way to stuff more items into the flimsy fabric, he turned over to face her, kneeling onto the ground. When she remained silent, he laughed to himself and stood up,

“Every man for himself, then I suppose.”

“I suppose so.”

“Little John wouldn’t be very fond of the idea of bringing you along.”

“B-But wouldn’t you like that?” She asked, almost begging him to take her along with him. 

He thought about it, thought about it very deeply. If he had shown up with the woman to his partner, there would be many questions. Based on her stupidity at certain moments, it would be hard to even convince John that she was worth it. But he also knew what it felt like to be stuck in one position and have no means of ever gaining hope. He sighed, meeting her eyes once again,

“You shall stay here until I come back,” He ordered and she gasped out loud,

“What!?! I go out of my way to show you to the cellar and kill my father and this is your idea of repaying me? How cruel of a man could you be? You arrogant scum! I shall call the guards at once and-” He clasped onto her mouth, silencing her as his other hand held onto the back of her neck,

“I know you are speaking out of anger, because I also know you wouldn’t dare expose me to the guards. You’re seeking for a new life, I understand that. However, I cannot trust you at the moment as much as I want to. Don’t get me wrong, your services to me as of today are plentiful, but it isn’t enough for me to fully trust you. You have my respect however.” He explained and she glowered at him,

“Your respect means nothing to me,” She mumbled under the palm of his hand. He let go of her, stepping back as he briefly looked onto the single arrow in her hand,

“Keep that safe with you, I shall return one day for it.”

“What if you’re lying?” She asked, “What if you never come back?”

Before he could even form a proper answer to her questions, he had heard the sound of the guards above, their steps growing louder and louder. He had to make haste, he needed to return back and distribute the wealth. 

“Then you shall keep the arrow as a token of my love,” He replied, softly before running down the pathway and climbing up the bricks into the fresh open air. Lady (Y/N) stood there, the arrow still tightly wound in her hand as she faced the guards. She would have to place the blame on him, anyway, for her own safety. If he had not returned within a month’s time, she would personally see to it that his body be hung along the multiple prisoners in the town square. Yes, that would do. 

“You surely took your time,” John grumbled as he and Robin both rode off. The latter remained silent, not wishing to speak further about what had happened in the manor. It was the last thing that he had expected and it pained him more than he would’ve liked to admit. He would have to go back. One day. But he didn’t know when...

The arrow had been confiscated by the guards that day and Lady (Y/N) had forced herself to remain hopeful. However, as the days passed on, they turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. By the end, she had lost all hope but she couldn’t bring herself to enact revenge on him because no matter what she did, she was still going to end up all alone, stuck in the same grey manor. 

One fortunate day, she had gone into the market to collect some bread as her pantry had been emptied by the guards one night. As she was passing an alley with her basket of bread, she noticed an arrow attach itself right next to her, startling her slightly until her eyes fixated on a small green handkerchief. A token of love and gratitude, she assumed and she looked up to see the source of the arrow.

“Well, love, where’s the arrow?” Robin asked, jokingly, climbing down from the heap of carts before finally landing right in front of her.

“They took it away,” She whispered, a surge of anger rising in her as she wanted to smack his soul right out but upon seeing him, all she could do was hug him tightly, unsure of her feelings towards him. His hands softly trailed down her hair, before he leaned into her hair,

“Though I haven’t fully fulfilled my promise to you, it shall be known that I have come back for you. I could never leave you, no matter how many horrid things people have said about you and your abhorrent manners,” She pulled back, lightly smacking his arm as he laughed in response. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, before continuing, “but now that you’re here, I suppose you would very much like something fun to do. So, tell me love, when shall we retrieve my arrow from those nasty guards?”

She smiled in response, “What about now?”

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Can we get some Xander Matthews, teruko tawaki, whit young and min from (drdt) with a fem either ultimate maid/housekeeper with a per of mikan or a fem zombie reader plz?

Sure thing! I hope you don't mind me doing the zombie prompt, I had more creativity for it lol (feel free to shoot me a dm if you would like the maid prompt written as well!)

Xander, Teruko, Whit, and Min with a fem! zombie reader

Warnings: Undead reader, blood, injuries, gore (not super descriptive) brief mentions of death

(These scenarios happen during the killing game, where you have become the most recent victim)

Teruko:

-When Teruko sees your body lying on the ground, throat cut, she is p i s s e d (and incredibly distraught but she'll never let anyone know that)

-Immediately tries to distract herself by looking for clues leading to you killer

-She turns her back on your body for a few seconds...

-And when she turns around again you're standing up, staring at her with those dead glossy eyes

-She just stands there in shock for several seconds, she quite honestly cannot believe her eyes

-At first she thinks she's dreaming but then Eden (who just turned to face your body) starts screaming and she realizes that everybody else is seeing this too

-Teruko doesn't have a huge reaction like Eden did, she's more so confused and trying to understand how you're alive again

-At least, she thought you were alive again, but she quickly realizes that despite you talking and moving, you're not breathing, and you're eyes still have that dead look in them

-Cautiously, she checks to see if you have a pulse

-She quickly notices that you're skin is ice cold, and her worries are confirmed when she feels no heartbeat under your skin

-You're a zombie

-She's not as freaked out about this as some of the others, but it still takes her awhile to process

-Teruko can process death no problem, but this? Yeah this might take awhile to get used to

-After all, she's seen dead people before, but she's never seen any of those people come back to life

-She's also still suffering from the whiplash of seeing her girlfriend dead on the floor, and then a few minutes later she's back as a zombie

-She's a little cautious around you at first, she's worried you're gonna try and eat her (or anyone for that matter)

-But she realizes that you're not a soulless zombie like in media, you're still you, just... dead? Ish?

-After she comes to this conclusion, she makes sure you're ok, as being murdered and then becoming undead is surely a shock to you

-Probably blames this on her luck tbh

-Her next item of business is to ask you who murdered you

-Once she finds out, that person will never know peace again

-She makes sure everyone in the game knows who did it and threatens to kill them herself if they even think of coming near you again

-MonoTV comes to see the new development for himself, and she nearly kills him too

-Speaking of MonoTV, he figures out a way to keep you from rotting because "I don't want to smell you every time there's a trial!"

-You quickly figure out that you can't eat regular food anymore, so he makes a "special zombie meal" that you can digest

-No one knows what this meal is made of or where it comes from, and quite frankly, they don't want to know

-But at least no one has to worry about you eating them anymore

-Teruko doesn't treat you any differently then she did before, you may be in an abnormal state, but you're still you so why would she?

-Nobody's gonna make jabs at you or accuse you of being a monster, she makes sure of it

-It takes her awhile to get used to how cold your skin is, but that's nothing a few blankets can't fix!

-It also takes her (and you) awhile to get used to the gaping wound on your neck (since you can't heal) but she doesn't mind it too much

-If you're insecure about it, she'll help you cover it with bandages, scarfs, hell, if you want it completely gone she might force Arturo to stitch it back up

-She's more protective over you now due to the fact you can't heal, so if you get cut or hurt it won't heal like it would normally

-At least you can't die easily anymore, so you're less likely a target for future culprits

-She's still curious how this happened in the first place

-She also keeps you away from whoever killed you, she knows they won't try it again (they're dead if they do) but she worries you'll have to relive that moment if you see them

-She's more clingy than normal but nobody can really blame her since she almost lost her girlfriend

-Starts sleeping with you at night for comfort, it's the only time she'll come close to admitting how much seeing you dead affected her

-She's pretty flexible and doesn't treat you differently, but she's keeping an eye out of you for sure

Xander:

-Screaming, crying, throwing up on the floor

-He can't believe you're dead

-He storms off to punch a wall and cry in peace, he can't stand to see you're body anymore

-Until someone screams, and then he's running right back into the room to see what happened

-And there you are...somehow alive and standing with a knife still in your chest

-He doesn't even stop to think about how you're back, he runs straight into your arms and gives you the biggest hug you've ever received

-That's when he noticed how cold you are

-And how you don't have a pulse

-and you're not breathing

-And now that he's looking at you, why do your eyes look like that?

-and OH SHIT YOU STILL HAVE A KNIFE IN YOU, HOW ARE YOU NOT IN PAIN RIGHT NOW?

-He's baffled as to how this is possible, but he doesn't care too much because you're back!

-But oh boy is he gonna kill whoever did this to you

-You kinda don't want to tell him just because you know he's going to beat the shit out of the culprit

-Needless to say, that person doesn't come close to you again

-He's so protective over you now, even more than he was before

-Goes everywhere with you, he'll never tell you how scared he is someone will come after you again, but it's kinda obvious

-If anyone says anything near threatening to you, it's game on for him

-He does not play around when it comes to you and your safety

-If someone is fearful of you or makes fun of your new body, Xander will personally make sure they apologize to you (he did not threaten them definitely not)

-He's a little clueless as to your new needs, but he does his best

-He'll sit with you while you eat your "special zombie meals" even if he's a little worried about what's in them

-Since your injury isn't as visible with clothes, nobody sees it that often, but if you would like it gone he will politely ask (threaten) Arturo to stitch it up

-He doesn't care about how cold you are or the lifeless eyes you have, he's just glad you're still here with him and he makes sure you know that

-Tells you he loves you more often just because he's worried you'll die again and he needs you to know how much he cares

-Gets sooo nervous anytime you bump or scrape something, he doesn't want you to get hurt when you can't heal

-He doesn't care in the slightest that your a zombie, he's just happy you came back at all

Whit:

-He thought it was a prank at first

-Like "Haha very funny y/n, you got me, you can get up now (you can't really be dead right?)"

-But you don't get up and he just stands there in shock because no way his girlfriend's dead, it can't be real

-He was in the process of accepting this information when your eyes opened and you started to move

-Now, Whit is very perceptive so he could tell something was off the second you got up, but he was so relieved that you were alive that he didn't care

-He runs to hug you before noticing the knife still stuck in your stomach

-"Oh shit we need to get you to the infirmary, that stab wound needs to get treated!"

-"Nah it's ok, I can't really feel it anyway."

-"You what"

-Now he's worried because you can't feel the massive ass knife in your stomach, so he tries to carry you (Keyword: tries) to the infirmary

-That's when he feels how icy your skin has become, and the pieces started falling into place

-Now that he thinks about it, you haven't been breathing this whole time have you?

-Teruko, who's also picked up on this, feels for your pulse and when she can't find it, it confirms his theory

-Well, at least he's the first person to have a zombie girlfriend!

-Isn't freaked out about it at all, he thinks it's really cool actually!

-Whit isn't super phased by much so this shouldn't be much of a surprise

-He for sure describes the situation as wack at least once (It's so funny to me how he uses that word for the most serious things)

-He forgets you were murdered for a second because he's so fascinated by this new development

-Once he remembers though, he gets more quiet and asks you who did it

-He may not be physically strong like Levi or Xander, but he will do his absolute best to protect you from whoever did it in the future

-He tries to lighten the mood by joking around, but if you aren't in a great headspace and need some quiet to process things, he'll shut up immediately

-He understands that this has severely affected you so he wants to help as best he can!

-Makes zombie jokes around you all. the. time.

-If you're watching one of Veronica's horror movies with him and it has a zombie he'll point at it and be like "Hey, that's you!"

-He makes sure everyone treats you the same as before, he would hate for someone to make you upset because of something you can't control

-Eats his food with you everyday so you don't feel weird about eating lord knows what

-Probably tried to tape your stab wound together because he wanted to see if it would stay closed (it did not)

-He also might have poked his finger in there once to see how it felt

-Hey, you can't feel pain anymore so it's not like he's hurting you!

-Like Xander he'll never let you know how badly seeing your body effected him, and it's not the easiest to figure out considering how happy he appears all the time

-But if you do catch his mask slipping, be sure to reassure him that you're not going anywhere

-He thinks your eyes are so cool, they look so unique!

-He doesn't mind your skin either, cold or hot he's a cuddlebug and that will never change

-Life as a zombie with Whit is as normal as you can get considering the circumstances, but keep an eye out because he will stick his finger in the stab wound again (What? It feels cool!)

Min:

-Stage one: denial (except it never ends)

-Literally refuses to believe you're dead, it's a prank, it's a fake, you're just sleeping, any excuse that can explain this away, she'll use

-No matter what excuse she uses though, she can't explain why there's a knife in your neck

-Your the one person who loves her despite her talent and now your dead? It can't be real

-Her normally logical brain just can't comprehend this, it's too much

-Once everyone starts investigating, she begins to realize that this is reality

-Bursts into tears on the spot, no one can console her in this moment

-Until someone screams, then she looks up to see you standing over her

-She just sits there for a solid minute without moving or talking, she's trying to figure out how you're back

-Her brain goes through everything she knows about death and medical knowledge, this shouldn't be possible and yet you're back!

-You'll have to hug her to snap her out of it, but once you do she melts in your arms

-Min realizes almost immediately after you break apart that your a zombie, I mean come on, it's not normal to cease breathing for that long (or to walk around with a knife sticking out of your neck and be perfectly fine)

-She's not disturbed by this, she's more so curious, again this shouldn't be possible but here you are

-Spends a bunch of time researching medicine and death to see if anything like this has been seen before, but she can't find anything

-She can't do much about your killer, so she may ask people like Xander to keep an eye on them whilst keeping you away from them herself

-Starts sleeping with you at night out of fear you'll disappear again, she runs hot so she doesn't mind the cold

-She asks MonoTV all sorts of questions about how he was able to stop the decomposition process for you, especially since you're still actively moving all the time

-Also studies the food you're given, she wants to know what keeps you healthy now that you're no longer human

-Min askes you every question she can think of about your experience as a zombie, how you feel, and what works different than before

-It can be a bit bothersome but that's not her intent, she just wants to know everything she can!

-Besides, how can she help you if she doesn't know how to?

-If you want to get rid of your wound she'll try to convince Arturo to stitch it but if that doesn't work, she'll do it herself (She learned how to do it through medical textbooks)

-Sticks to you lie glue, no way is she letting you out of her sight ever again!

-It may be strange to be a zombie, but Min will do everything she can to make sure you're as comfortable as possible!

I hope you enjoyed!