#STOP STARING AT ME LIKE I WAS THE REASON FOR YOUR TRAUMA😭😭

[sillykiu]

they do NOT know what typa backstory the devs are gonna hit them with 😭😭😭🙏🙏

[riskyraiker]

Hi! Just saw that your request is open, could I request for a HC of TFP characters (and the humans if you're comfortable with it :D) with a cybertronian reader who's a popstar.. like she used to be a very famous popstar in Cybertron before the great war! platonic btw, it's just how they will interact with em (This is just a bonus but: the reader has the same vibes with shining glitter cookie 😭) sorry if this is a bit confusing, thanks!

AHHHH I LOVE THIS!! I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR A WHILE. I did the autobots for this one, but let me know if you want decepticons aswell!

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Being a popstar was awesome! Until now, because of the war. Life was great before. Interviews, shows and interaction with fans filled your schedule everytime, but right now? You ran for your life to the closest escape pod what you could find. Shooting and screaming could be heard behind you, but you ignored it and ran faster. Jumping into the escape pod you activated it and left, but it put you into a stasis coma for safety travel reasons. After eons you wake up on a strange planet, but soon as your hearing recovered you heard shooting. Did you even escape Cybertron and fell asleep? You wondered. Hiding behind the huge pod, you let the fight continue until it stopped. You could hear an feminive voice speak so you peeked from behind the pod. You saw...AUTOBOTS! What a relief for you, but the autobots soon noticed you and held you at gunpoint.

Optimus

Optimus didn't realize it was the one and only popstar from Cybertron at first, until you tell who you were.

He grew comfortable really quick around you aswell :D

Didn't react at all at first, but surprisingly got really happy about seeing you. (His inner Orion pax woke up)

When he was Orion Pax he loved i mean LOVED your style in music and performing.

Would smile the whole time when you explaing happily about your music or about your past life to the team

He also loves your style of your plating and armor as they shine and glimmer in the sun.

Would have a secret soft spot for you and loves to go patrolling with you.

He would NEVER miss a performance from you when the team has any free time.

In short he would be a secret fanboy and who never shows it

Ratchet

Ratchet was shocked to see you. You! The famous popstar alive after all these years since the war started. He didn't know much about you tho.

He did not like your loud personality at first, but grew to it since Miko is even worse.

Does like the way you perform, surprisingly since you're a popstar for frags sake! But accuses of it being a waste of time.

He would sass back sometimes, since he's so grumpy all the time (grumpy old man!)

Would spare you from his small tantrums!

He rarely sees it, but when he does he absolutely is hypnotized by your shiny plating!

Bumblebee

Oh he would be overjoyed to see you!

He's such a fanboy he won't even think it through when he's already running to hug his biggest ex-idol (His present idol is Optimus 100%)

Would always listen about your stories from before the war. Or would help you make songs if you ever had time.

The moment you said that you want his beebs and boobs (heh nice) in one of your songs, he almost passed out at that moment.

Would spend as much time as possible with you, because who wouldn't?!

He absolutely would stare at your glimmery plating everytime you were outside

Every time you performed he would be dancing and beeping along with the music.

Arcee

Didn't grow fond of you until like 2 weeks.

She has heard about you before and during the war.

Somehow she did like your music after you played it around the base.

When she gets to know you the gossiping will NEVER EVER end.

She would also trust you enough to tell you about her traumas and all the loss she has gone through.

You two start to act like sister after a month or few.

She does like to watch you perform sometime, but might think it's a waste of time.

The moment she sees your plating shimmer in the light she would mention it IMMEDIATELY!

Would sing with you if you asked

Bulkhead and Wheeljack

OH THESE TWO WOULD LOVE YOU!!!

The way your armor/plating shines when it's in natural light, the way you sound and dance, the fact that you used to be popular! Would make them want to befriend you immediately. (Not in a bad way ofc!)

They would be the second biggest fanbots you would have on the team!

Dances for their lives when you sing or perform!

Would listen your music quietly when they're on patrol aswell.

Don't forget! If you need some ideas for songs these 2 would rush over even before you can finish your sentence. (They still make bad ideas xD)

The humans

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED!!!

Miko would love you the most from the kids ofc!

"A POPSTAR?! CYBERTRONIAN POPSTARS EXIST?!" Would be the first thing you hear when she gets to know what you used to do in cybertron.

Jack would find you cool (Not as cool as arcee. So he won't hurt her feelings)

Raf would love and examine your shimmering plating after a while he stared at it, but was too scared to ask so you mentioned it to him yourself

In short the kids would be inlove (platonically of course! They're kids!)

June would find you interesting, but never meets you that much so she doesn't get to know that well unlike the kids.

[wemalyri]

enha hyung-line reaction when they find out you were r@ped

pairing: enha hyung-line × gn!reader genre: slight angst, enha comforting reader warnings: mentions of sexual violence, reader has a mental trauma, sexual concept in heeseung and sunghoon (supposed to be the first time), description of abusive relationship in heeseung, slightly suggestive in jake's scene, physical contact, kisses, making out w/c: +-300 each member (but heeseung is 435 I'm sorry for that lol) a/n: I couldn't make up a lighter name for this 😭DO NOT READ if it's a sensitive topic for you, keep yourself safe pls. // also sorry for not posting for (quiet) long. jay is next in "enha in relationship" headcanons!! + I feel like I could write smth more for hee with this concept, let me know if you want it. !!!if you liked it, likes and reposts are welcomed!!!

Heeseung

Your back pressed against the wall when Heeseung’s tongue entered your mouth, deepening the kiss. His lips moved hungrily against yours as his hands slipped inder your shirt. You immediately flinched, pushing his chest to pull away. Heeseung noticed that something was wrong and leaned back to look at your face. “Is something wrong? You’re not ready yet?” His eyes were searching yours to find a reason of your reaction. 

“I… can’t do it.” You looked away with guilt but Heeseung immediately lifted your chin up with his hand. 

“Hey… that’s okay. I understand.” His fingers caressed the skin of your cheek, eyes gently looked into yours as the fire in them began to go out.

“No, you don’t.” You shook off his hand, flinching your head. Suddenly the feeling of disgust to his touch overwhelmed you. 

“Y/n…” Heeseung pulled his hand away but stayed at the same place next to you. “Then explain to me.”

You heavily sighed and started staring at the opposite corner of the room, escaping his gaze. “It’s my ex boyfriend.” Heeseung stared at you with confuse. “He never asked me. He would slid his hands under my shirt, pressing me again the wall… and touch me. Even when I didn’t want to.” Heeseung’s eyes widened in shock at the same time as his jaw clenched from anger. He slowly placed his hand on your shoulder, making sure it wasn’t uncomfortable for you.

“I’m sorry for that…” His gentleness made you melt and you finally met his gaze. 

“It wasn’t you. You don’t need to be sorry.” Even when a slight smile spreaded on your face Heeseung still looked worried and confused. 

After a moment of silence he asked. “How long had it been… going?”

“For five months maybe.” Your words made his heart ache. “I couldn’t break up with him because he told me no one will ever love me. And I thought it was okay. At that moment.”

Heeseung made you look at him, making sure you’re listening. “It’s never okay. Look at me, I really love you. And I would never ever hurt you. Physically or mentally. Do you understand?” You nodded and he patted your head. Your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you and he hugged you back, burying his nose in your hair. “If you ever feel like you want to go to the next level, tell me, okay?”

You nodded as your grip on him tightened. “I will never touch you without your permission. I promise.”

“Thank you.” Your whisper faded as you nuzzled in his chest more.

Jay

As you two got home and the door behind you were closed, Jay immediately reached for the buttons of your raincoat, hastily undoing them. You gripped one of his hands and looked at him with fear in your eyes. “Jay…”

He immediately stopped and lifted his gaze at you with worry. “What’s wrong, love?”

“What are you doing?..” your voice above a whisper. 

“I'm trying to help you take off your raincoat. It’s soaked after the rain. You should be warmed.” Your hands dropped weakly, eyes looked down. “Oh” you whispered under your breath.

“Is something wrong with that?” Jay asked, reaching his hand to cup your cheek. 

“I thought you wanted… tried to…” You couldn’t end your sentence.

“Tried to undress you? I did. But not in the way you thought. I suppose.” Jay made you look at him, his voice lowered. “Have someone… ever… tried to undress you in that way? Without your permission?”

Your lips trembled at the memory and you sobbed. Despite the fact that it was a long time ago, the reminder of that still hurt you. Seeing you like this made Jay’s heart ache and his hands pulled you closer to him in a reassuring embrace. His palm caressed your hair as he pressed his lips to your head. “Do you know that I would never hurt you, right?”

You nodded weakly, sobbing into his chest. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” His voice lowered. “Don’t blame yourself. Ever. It’s not your fault.”

His words dissolved into the night silence of your apartment, reflecting off the walls.

Jake

While cooking, you felt Jake’s hands on your waist and his lips on your neck. The touch has awakened a memory in you, a situation you would like to erase from your head forever. You flinched away, heavily breathing, when Jake took his hands off you and looked in your eyes in worry. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, keeping his hands in the air. 

“Sorry…” you sighed, putting a spatula on the countertop. “Just a bad memory popped out.” Jake crossed his hands, glancing at you with frowned eyebrows. “What memory?”

You took a deep breath again. “My friend… used me when we were at the party.” Jake’s eyes widened and he darkly mumbled “He’s not your friend. He doesn't deserve you to call him that.”

You awkwardly chuckled, trying to brush away a sudden memory of that night. “I know, I know.”

“Are you scared… of my touch? Does it make you uncomfortable? You never said that when we were hugging.” Jake asked with concern, digesting information.

“No, everything was okay back then. It’s just your lips on my neck…”

His eyes widened in guilt. With puppy eyes he looked down. “Oh I’m sorry. I won’t do that again, if you don’t want me to…”

“I want you to do that.” His face lit up with hope. “Just don't do it so suddenly, okay?” Jake chuckled awkwardly and shook his head like a dog. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

His eyes glued to you and he took a step closer. “Can I kiss you?” You smiled, looking at him. “Yes, you can.” He stepped to you even closer and his lips gently met yours, his hands held your face. As Jake pulled away, he wrapped his hands around you, caressing your hair with his hand and immersing you in the warmth of his body.

Sunghoon

“Wait…” you quietly said, slightly pushing his chest, signaling him to pull away. Sunghoon immediately stopped, looking into your eyes, asking if something’s wrong without words. As you slowly got up on your elbows, he pulled away more and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you with worry. 

“I had a bad experience in… this.” you whispered after your heavy sigh. Sunghoon’s eyebrows frowned. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke “Once… my body…was used without my permission.”

Sunghoon’s mouth slightly opened in shock and concern. To get from him any words you added with a strangled voice “I was raped, Hoon.”

His eyelashes trembled at the realization of your words. He sighed heavily and mumbled “I didn’t know…” He looked down, finding words to say. “I’m sorry, if I made you uncomfortable… I didn’t mean to.”

You slightly smiled and placed your hand over his. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t.”

Awkward smile appeared on his face. “Do you want to… watch something maybe?” he asked, trying to fill the silence. 

“Actually, Hoon, I want this. I want you.” you whispered, looking into his eyes. He immediately looked at you with widened eyes. “But you said-”

“I know what I said. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. I want you. Just… can you be… slower?..” you didn’t let him end his sentence, gripping his wrist. His expression softened and he held your hands in his. “Of course. Tell me if something’s wrong okay?” Sunghoon asked, laying you down on the mattress again. As you nodded with a smile, he gently kissed your lips, showing that you’re safe with him.

[residenthughes]

square one

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.6K

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, some angst, leon's dealing with some insecurities (acne) :(

summary: leon's always struggled with acne. a recent flareup brings up more than he bargained for.

notes: think i saw a post about the texture of leon's skin in the re4r, as well as a headcannon that he sometimes picks at his skin and idk, just felt compelled to write this. i struggled (still do) with hyperpigmentation from acne, so this was low-key self-indulgent (and me projecting, sorry leon 😭) so enjoy(?) the fruits of that! one more exam and i'll be active again (in between celebrating any chance that i get that exams are over) hope you enjoy! :)

He feels like a teenager again.

Full of angst and riddled with insecurity. There’s so much curiosity in his eyes, fingers gingerly grazing against the scarlet surface of his cheek with inflamed pimples. Leon thought he outgrew this. Despite the occasional picking at his skin when submerged in the anxieties that live rent free in his mind, his skin remained relatively calm rain or shine. It’s worst was when he was in high school, so awkward and unsure of everything. Redness dotted against his face, he felt like puberty brought out the worst in him, forced him to grow in a body now foreign to him, navigate the unknown territory that were his new feelings. It’s a time that isn’t all that nostalgic for him and when he stands in your shared bathroom, long into his adulthood - 27 years old - staring into his reflection, his life flashes before his eyes. He’s right back where he was. Nerdy and hesitant. 

He feels so small.

“Hey,” your call for his attention is soft, doused in all gentleness you can muster as you quietly observe your partner from the door frame. “You ok? Tea’s getting cold.”

Leon huffs in annoyance, not meaning to but when his eyes catch sight of how inflamed his skin is, it takes him gnawing inside his cheek to stop himself from spiralling. It’s so silly, insignificant even. Leon never really cared much for his appearance as an adult. Reminded fairly neutral in regards to himself, stance never swayed despite those that fell to his feet bewitched by his devastatingly good looks. His stance shifted when you two met. Suddenly, he was a teenager again, but in a good way. Do I smell good? Is my hair ok? Am I overdressed? All these little curiosities combated by the love you embrace him in. He doesn’t become confident - your love is not a fix-all remedy for years of trauma and insecurity. But he becomes more sure of himself, reassured and loved wholly. He picks up his own pieces, slowly but surely. You simply steer him in the right direction. A beautiful thing, a lovely thing.

In spite of this beautiful thing, Leon can get in his own way sometimes. Stares at his reflection too long when he’s been spiralling and simply meets your gaze with a vulnerability reserved only for you. “Skin’s been acting up.”

“Honey,” you approach him cautiously, like he’s made of porcelain and Leon leans into the gentleness without a care in the world. Your hands never make contact with him, knowing any touch might open the floodgates of emotional turmoil that slowly seep into his bloodstream, poisonous and harrowing in nature. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He grimaces, eyes avoiding yours as he shrinks into himself. “Been a stressful week is all.”

Leon flashes an unconvincing smile, puffing out a beat of laughter that is all but amused. “Guess this is the result of it, huh?”

Your heart sinks. You remember when this came up early in your relationship. You were often seeing each other, whether it was to go out on the town dressed to the nines or lounge around and snack on whatever junk food (of which there was very little in Leon’s apartment) you two could find. He refused to see you, citing long work days and the lack of energy they left him with as his reasons. You respected his wishes, giving him his space and all the time he needed before finding his way back to you. However, you couldn’t ignore the voice at the back of your head, nudging you towards him with pleas of assurance. Reassurance that he was ok and wasn’t deserting you for reasons you could help with.

You bumped into him on his way back from the grocery store.

Against his better judgement, Leon needed to restock his shelves with leafy greens to rid himself quickly of the acne against his cheeks. He knew you were at work, so he took his chance and sped ran through the isles, mask pulled up to his eyes as he simply went about his business. Packing his grocery bags quickly and making big steps towards his car, only to run into you in the parking lot.

He expects you to drop your belongings. Dramatises the whole scene in his head, imagines your face twisting in disgust and murmuring a half-hearted excuse to leave the conversation early to block his number because his insecurities have gotten the best of him and he can’t think any worse of himself than he is now. 

It’s all fiction, the tragic story he paints in his head. Sees you give a small smile, cautious and coy.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he muses, the awkwardness of his predicament leaving him with nothing but the desire for the ground to swallow him whole. “Would have dressed up a bit.”

You laugh a bit, easing the pain but Leon still wants to leave regardless, foot pointed away from you with his body slightly turning towards the direction of his car.

You take note of his body language and make the conversation flow as casually as possible. “Yeah, I got off work early and was actually gonna pick up some things to come see you.”

“See me?” 

“Yeah, think it’s to be expected to want to see your partner.” you joke lightheartedly, eying the tension that leaves Leon’s shoulders as they relax back from his ears. 

“That’s sweet of you,” Leon starts. “But, I’ve gotta head back to the office…printer’s jammed.”

“Again?”

It ‘jammed’ last week. Along with some other atrocities that left Leon MIA all last week and this week too. It’s not too long to question, but the distance between you is growing unlike times before. It unsettles you.

“Can’t work that thing to save my life. So, it’s my obligation to fix it.”

“Leon,” you’re seeing through his act, calling for the denouement to the charade Leon orchestrates. He feels sickly doing this - this isn’t what you deserve, he knows that. But, during one of scarce times in his life that he’s self-conscious, is it so horrible to want to be left alone? “You’ve been a bit MIA recently. You sure you’re holding up alright?”

He questions for a moment telling you. Disclosing his recent flare up because he knows it isn’t a bad deal, especially with you who nurtures a safe space for him to call home. And he does, he goes to tell you, but in a desperate attempt for closeness, you step forwards and he’s stepping back and suddenly there’s a deafening silence between the two of you.

“I didn’t mean-”

“It’s ok,” you reassure, time and time again. His heart hurts from the constant push and pull that plagues your relationship. It wasn’t something you had to deal with. “Just talk to me. Please?”

It’s different seeing you like this. Over text, it’s easier (but not impossible) to tap away at the screen and desert his phone, submerging himself in work to fend off any thoughts that attempt to crawl into his brain. But you’re here, right in front of him. Eyes soft and so unbearably honest with your state of being. It tears him up inside. Makes him acknowledge every attempt to distance himself from you and never do it again if the same circumstances arose.

Leon makes the situation right. Approaches you despite the screams at the back of his head and heads back to his apartment with you sitting in the passenger seat, describing the acne flare ups that in spite of the demons he faces on his missions, makes him react like no other. You comfort him as best as possible, listening to every word he says and not bothering with unsolicited advice or shallow comments that won’t help the situation. You simply craft an evening filled with distractions, all his favourite in-home activities whilst showering him with all the affection he’s missed. And when it comes time to wash up and settle into bed, you make light of the situation, giving him one of the Sanrio headbands you had left in his apartment as you two clean up for the night, the space and comfort you give him enough for him to crawl into your arms under the covers and never let go. It’s an act of service, a day, that he’ll never forget. One that allows him to bare himself to you, years later, and let you take the reins because this, on top of the travesties he’s encountered far too often lately, have made him feel like a shell of himself. 

“It’s hard to keep up with everything when you’re so busy, isn’t it?” He nods. “You’ve been working hard, always have. Saving the world isn’t an easy feat, you know?”

He laughs, this time around humoured. “I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

“Well, whatever you do,” he laughs again and you can see him slowly coming back to you. You flash him a smile, a smile that holds timeless tales of your love story and his heart begins to warm. “It’s perfectly normal to get some R&R afterwards. It’s well deserved, especially in your case.”

He simpers, now having worked up the nerve to look into your eyes and in them, sees that dazzle. The same dazzle from your first glance, from your first confession. Even at his lowest, the dazzle remains. Your love, unwavering. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you, all of which he does when he feels like himself again. Showers you in abundance and more because that’s what you deserve and more.

“How about I run us a hot bath? You can tell me all about the printer jamming whilst I wash your hair, yeah?” 

He feels like a teenager again. This time, abundant in all the love he has for you.

[jordanstrophe]

Omg what I nice trope! For some reason I couldn’t find anything fresh abt with…

Would you mind writing a smaaall drabble/whatever you want for this trope? 🥺😭

[the trope in question] I was going to try and go smaaaall but then my hand slipped

CW: Medical whump, trauma, wound cleaning, hurt/comfort, recovery from torture

There was a look caretaker had never seen from whumpee before.

Mistrust

Fear

Agony...

"It's going to sting a bit, just take deep breaths" Caretaker said, shakily holding a antiseptic-drenched cloth.

Whumpee's eyes darted between caretaker and the cloth before letting out a breath. From that breath alone, you could tell just how much they were shaking.

"Try to lean your head back, please." Caretaker put their hand on whumpee's forehead and forced them to relax. It did rather little for how tense they were, and caretaker could feel it.

Blood from their leg started trickling down the bed. Time was growing short, and caretaker's hesitance was doing no one any good. They put a firm hand on whumpee's knee and pressed the cloth against the wound on their leg.

Somehow, it felt like -every muscle- in whumpee's body burned simultaneously.

"STOP!" Whumpee gasped, snapping up and clinging to caretaker's shoulders. "Caretaker stop- please stop," Whumpee heaved through gritted teeth.

"It's okay, It's okay... Hold on to me, everything is going to be alright... Ssshhh-" Caretaker soothed almost like a plea.

Whumpee acted as if they were being electrocuted. They could barely hold themselves still and were trying to curl their legs to their chest- specifically their wounded leg that felt like it was being slowly stabbed through all over again.

They could hear them- whumper's voice screaming at them, cursing them, laughing at them. The arm around them didn't feel like caretaker's, but whumper's.

"MAKE THEM STOP! Caretaker please, make them stop!" Whumpee suddenly cried, no longer able to hold anything behind a clenched jaw. Caretaker guided them back down onto the bed, finishing up what was left of the cleaning before dressing their injury.

Caretaker's chest was wracked with guilt, they pretended the tears on their face weren't there.

"It's almost o-over... You're okay, it's al-almost over, you're doing great," Caretaker repeated, feeling a ting of relief as the worst of it seemed to fade.

Whumpee let their leg relax with their knee over caretaker's elbow. Caretaker felt it and laid whumpee's leg down and brushed their hand over their hair.

''Are you back with me?" Caretaker asked, their other hand tracing over their face like they were scared to touch. Whumpee's eyes darted between unfocused, and fixated on caretaker. They stared blankly, before letting them close.

"Good... Rest is good." Caretaker huffed out of breath, adrenaline from their own body began to calm down and their hands started trembling.

Only then did they acknowledge their tears and dragged a hand down their face to wipe them away. They sank into a chair next to whumpee's bed and grasped their hand, the seemingly only safe thing to hold.

"You're going to be alright."

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Reader

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a/n: only a few more chapters left 😭 i hope you all enjoy!!

again, thank you so much to @eywas-heir for beta reading this 🫶🫶🫶

warnings: violence, death, mentions of blood, mentions of head trauma, injury, not very graphic though, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty- To Fly

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“Jake…” the man says, Lo’ak’s piece in his ear and the speaker around his neck. His voice is a taunt, like he’s itching for him to come forward.

Jake and Neytiri told you about Quaritch. They told you about the battle- when Neytiri killed his human form, where they were going to destroy the tree of souls.

But you never imagined he would be as cruel as this.

The four of you are a lot calmer now, with the Metkayina in your sights, with Jake there.

You can see him now- just barely, hair pulled back, you think, a human machine in his hands. A gun, he had explained when you found it once, softly moving around you and hiding it somewhere else.

You preferred not to think about it, but now you have never been more grateful for it.

You have never been more grateful to see him.

He and Neytiri protected you from Ayeoe- helped you when you and Ronal were fighting, let you into their lives and their children’s lives.

“You want your kids back? You come out alone.”

You watch, rapt, as he bends slightly, taking a gun out from his waistband and holding it high in the air.

“You know better than to test my resolve.”

Then, he places the gun to the back of Lo’ak’s head, like it is not a person in front of him, like it is not a young boy who lives and breathes and loves.

“No!” you scream, tearing it out from your throat, looking between the gun and the rail, hair flying ledt and right.

Tuk and Tsireya scream as well- but it all fades when Quaritch turns to you with a sick smile, before it drops so fast.

“The fuck?” he whispers, putting the gun in his other hand, taking one step toward you.

“Stop!” Lo’ak screams, even though he was silent when the cold metal was upon his head.

But he doesn’t press the gun to your head. Instead, he grabs you by your braid, tugging and pulling back, exposing your neck.

“Oh,” he says, staring at your necklace, at Neytiri’s feather. “Oh.” His face breaks into a wide smile, but it looks almost unnatural on his face. He presses the intercom again. “Such a lovely girl. She’s pretty, huh? Yeah… I like that necklace too. That feather.”

The line is silent on the other end, and Quaritch simply stares into your eyes- biting his lip and tugging, pressing the earpiece to your lips when you let out a squeal.

“I know who’s feather that is, Jake. I know… who this pretty girl belongs too.”

Quaritch’s lip curls inward, pure disgust on his face, but he looks out towards the horizon, towards Jake, with a vengeance.

“I took you under my wing,” he hisses. “And you betrayed your own kind. You killed your own kind- good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kids and your girl.”

Silence for a moment-

“Just wait one,” he pleads, and even his voice makes you so calm that you can’t help but let your shoulders sag.

And then you realize he will come. He will cross the sea, cross the mountains, cross the stars to get back to his family- what is a few yards?

But he is just a man, and he is outnumbered.

Words are about to spill from your lips, but you realize you have no idea what you would say. What could you even say? This man in front of you is beyond reason- beyond sanity. He sees nothing but death and the satisfaction he thinks he will get.

“Check your fire. I’m coming out,” the voice says, his voice, resigned and broken, but you hear that something in it.

You can just faintly see him out his gun down out of the corner of your eye, make the slow crossing, make the journey to what must be death.

You know death, you know suffering and pain- but you have never felt it like this before, you have watched it happen in front of you and not been able to do anything, but it has never made you want to rip out your heart- anything to stop feeling like this.

Lo’ak let’s out a growl, bringing you back into focus, and you try to crane your neck to look at Tuk and Tsireya, to try and comfort them, even though when all you want is to be comforted yourself. But Quaritch keeps a tight grip on your braid, taunting Jake, taunting everyone in your clan.

He is playing with water, water that contains darkness- water that will drown him.

Quaritch keeps his other hand on his gun, finger on the trigger, trained on Lo’ak. He holds the power. He holds everything in his hands- and he is crushing it, inch by inch, so slowly you could barely even feel it.

“Easy shot,” one of the Avatars muses. You can barely bite your tongue. Quaritch looks over to him, a silent order, and the man lowers his gun.

“If you hit him now,” he advises, “they attack. Wait until he’s on board.”

Lo’ak hisses again, like his anger is spilling out of him, like he can barely control it.

“It’s alright,” you manage to whisper, eyes pointed to the sky, the only direction you really can look. His eyes keep drifting to your neck, to the feather.

Why is he so entranced?

Quaritch let’s out another laugh, tugging again-

“Don’t hurt her!” Lo’ak hisses, furiously trying to rip his restraints, but Quaritch only rolls his eyes and presses the gun closer to his head.

So he can feel the ring of metal, the coolness, know it is the last thing he would ever feel if Quaritch pulled the trigger.

“Lo’ak…” but you have nothing to say.

You have nothing to say when the sea splits apart, something shooting up and out, seawater slamming into your face, a hand leaving your braid- when you blink the water away- it is a tulkun.

Emerging from the water like something from Eywa herself, arcing in the air like the curve of a bow.

“Payakan!” Tuk shouts, and you almost thought it was Ay’a for a moment. For a split second, until you remembered what they did to her, what they will do to him.

Payakan slams onto the deck of the boat, crushing shoulders beneath him, screams dying as quickly as they were born.

That is what it is, what the humans do. They live so quick- futile, taking and taking, never giving, always struggling- they live painfully, and then it is over in just a flash.

The four of you sway from side to side as the ship recovers from the force of Payakan’s fall.

It is simply chaos for a few moments- the humans opening fire on him, and the bullets simply bouncing off. With a quick move of Payakan’s fin, another man is dead. Then another.

“Brother!” Lo’ak shouts, kicking a human covered in grey metal so the human is crushed with a grunt.

You cannot find it in yourself to feel bad. All humans have done is take from you- why should they not suffer like you have?

Payakan’s tail slams around, knocking over spires of winding grey metal, killing and killing, taking and taking. He is not a tulkun in this moment. No- he is something else.

The sound of bullets is deafening, but soon Payakan is slipping into the sea after another explosion rocks the ship, and you hear the war cries. Closer, closer.

“Are you alright?” you ask each of them, “are you alright?!”

They all nod slowly- but they aren’t paying attention to you. They are paying attention to the Metkayina warriors approaching the ship and you cannot blame them.

You spot Ronal and Tonowari, Jake at the front.

The bullets come for them- but they simply dive into the water, their tsurak’s gliding in easily.

“Sully’s inbound! I want eyes on him!” Quaritch shouts, loading his gun while the other Avatars climb onto their ikran. They take off with a screech, and soon the sound of more bullets rent the air.

This time, they come from the sky, not quite a helicopter, but still flying. But before it can cause anymore destruction- Neytiri emerges from the clouds on her ikran, arrow pulled taut, smashing right through the glass.

Then, the Metkayina are shouting out of the water with their spears and sharp tsurak teeth, killing and taking and it is a beautiful sight, you say.

There is so much happening, too much too look at, it is almost like the day you mated them. Overwhelmed, the entire world happening in front of you- and yet your eyes are drawn to Jake until he disappears behind the ship.

“The… the ship…” Tsireya suddenly says, looking to the grey floor. Then you feel it too. See it. “The ship is moving!”

Panic runs in your veins like vines of a plant- how will you be rescued if Jake and Neytiri don’t know where you are?

“It’s alright!” you shout- the ship is moving too fast, there is something wrong-

“Spider…” Lo’ak whispers. “It’s Spider!”

Then the four of you are flying.

It is nothing like when Jake and Neytiri took you flying, because Jake’s arms aren’t around you, his voice isn’t in your ear.

Neytiri isn’t there to shout reassurances, to fly upside down above you while laughing, making you smile just because she is. Jake tells you the stories of the stars in the sky, the shapes they make. There must be one of them, you’re sure.

You fly, and you land, the only sound you can hear being screams and shouts.

“My head…” you mumble, trying to get to your knees through the haziness.

“Are you alright? Are you okay?” Lo’ak asks, tugging at his restraints, Tuk and Tsireya following, movements fast and frantic.

“Mama?” Tuk asks, although it is more of a screech, a plea for you to answer.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, even as you feel the blood drip down your temple.

—-

“You won’t let me fall, right?”

You know he won’t. But before Bob takes off, before you are flying and free, you want to hear him say it.

He squeezes the arm wrapped around your waist.

“Nah, baby. I won’t let you. Besides, we would catch you.”

—-

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[sukioyakio]

Ben Riley X Y/N Headcanons

Genre:FLUFFF,just fluff that all

None warning,except some blood talk about but not an bloody issue,

I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS

An: I just wanted to make this since I don't see much of Ben fanfic 😭😭😭😔💀LIKE I had to do,Anyway I had fun making this ❤✌

• Ben who known for his dramatic personality,and unique fighting style,no one would had expected u,(someone as sweet,yet grumpy,and sort of serious as well can/or found him your type) to like him,even go on dating him.

•.Ben who enjoyed talking to u,or like showing u some of his favorites moves,but what enjoy the most was seeing u playfully rolling your eye and had that playful smile,with an light chuckles.He would always try to surprise you (which never works)Ben—”there she is,right in the open,just an perfect time for me to scare her” he would longed towards her to only fall flat on the on the floor,seeing her with grin, y/n-”you know that I have spider senses right?,maybe scaring people isn’t your thing”she says with an eye roll,and an chuckle,as Ben jump up from the ground to have an angry pout,Ben-“Your don’t know what your talking about,like the amazing ben would never ever quit so easily” he says with such an proud gesture,it made him look like an dork sometimes,as he fixed his hair with his hand,and once he look at that look,to only see you with that wide playfulness smile,and laughing,that smile really did things to him,like he would definitely fall on floor dramatically,or just stare at you,if he had an tail and ears,his tail would paces back and forward,like an golden retriever when you look at him like that.

• Ben who loves following you around,or doing missions with u,or Jessica and miguel,whenever u guys go on an mission,Ben just like to do it like an partner in crime, Ben-"You got the anomaly agent Y/N,?do u copy!" to only hear you in the microphone in the other end Y/N-"Ben we don't have time to play agent. . . and yes i do",or Ben would love to show off his move to u,when in mission's,he love to flex out his muscles to u,Y/N-" jezz,Ben we get it you have muscles" she says with an playfully rolling her eyes,BEN-"Yep your right miss Y/N,after all these *he starts to flex out more of his muscles* aren't any handsome accident" he says with an playful chuckle, and with an cheeky smirk to you.

But whenever Ben and you are hurt or harm,or have an wound,he doesn't think about himself,he just can't see you like that no matter how small the wound is,if he see blood he is going carry you on his back or carry on his shoulder like sack of patotes,Y/N-"Put me down Ben,I'm fine,it literally Just an dawn papercut(any small wound)!!,PUT ME DOWN BEN!! your being over dramatic",Ben-"Nope,nuh uh mama your going either way,it my duty as your elite member,to take care of u,so until I see your OK and bandage then yes Mother" Ben says this to you no matter what wound you have,he just that dramatic golden retriever.

Ben who loves the feeling of your hands,to him it the softest and warming thing he has ever felt,whenever Ben won't stop talking about his trauma to u (he had repeatly told you,like 10 time already) you just touch his hair,you have to tipping toe to his height to reach his hair,he would stop instantly and give you all his attention,to Y/N it pretty cute and time saving.

Ben looks like an adorable golden retriever to her,patting his head and giving soft stokes to his hair,just by doing that he just leans towards your arms to keep touching his hair even longer,to only realize Ben-“Hey! You made me forget about my depression session.That I was going to have!”as he looks away from y/n to stomp like an child and have such an dramatic sigh,Y/N-“It isn’t my fault that your talking sessions is boring”,to only hear his dramatic gasp,and his hand over his chest as the other hand holding the wall,Ben-“How dare you!?! Talk bad about my talking sessions,there the reason I’m still here,I can’t believe you said that about session”,as y/n just rolls her eyes and chuckles at him being so dramatic.

Jessica would be the first one to see them as an thing,then just friends or teammates,as Jess was walking around the Hq for Miguel,she spot Ben with an bag of your favorite sweets/chips,as she went to talk to Ben,Jessica-”hmm,welll hello Benny boy,*look at the bag,with an eyebrow raised*who is that for?Ben,or who will it be for,let me guess Y/n”she say in an sarcastic yet calm motherly voice to Ben.As Ben look at her with an “are you serious” face, Ben-”Huh?Dont you dare say anything,it mine time to be a great elite teammate!” Ben says with a such a proud gestures,and a happy grin.Jessica-“mhm are you sure,that it just to be a great elite teammate,. . .or it something else”she says with an eyebrow raised and with her lips forming her ionic playful smirk,Jessica-“but I’m not saying anythingggg”she says ,as she still has her playful smile,as she wave him an goodbye,and she back to wonder off the HQ again,as she chuckles,knowing that Ben has that “huh” expression,as Ben yells at her saying “WHATEVER!!” and then proceeds to walks away to where ever is y/n.

Ben who can be in a serious mood and in the next second he in his cheerful mood.Like imagine your an Citizen,and his wife.the only thing for sure that he never get angry,or could never be angry at anyone.That for sure,but if you two are married and you somehow get kidnapped,he wouldn’t hesitate to killed anyone.He loves You so much that he jumps into an volcano for you ,he would give his soul for you,he would definitely got very angry to the max,like no other,like it scares you,because knowing him,he was never known to be angry or upset or even pissed off.

And so you are there in an random house with your kidnappers,and you sitting in an chair tied up,as you roll your eyes at the kidnapper threats,”I’lL KiLl YoU iF yOu DoNt TeLl Me,blah blah blah-” ,you just interrupted him Y/N-“if I were you,I would let me go,and give me some money,before my lovely husband come here,and make his lovely entrance and then you will have to deal with him” y/n says with an unbothered voice about the whole situation,but after you said that your kidnapper starts to laugh their ass off,

to only after hear an loud bang,as y/n had an cocky smirk,knowing that your so called husband making his entrance.what you didn’t expect him being so pissed off,his spider mask expression was just start off stern and angry,

he literally punched the fuck out of the guy who was laughing,as his body was thrown against the wall causing him to spit out blood,as y/n was shock to see his so piss off,as he take off his mask to y/n it was sexy to see this side of him,after his was done beating the life out of the rest of the guys and felt satisfied,he looked at y/n with an worry face as he runs towards and give her an big hugs as he cut the ropes off and says Ben-“oh my god are you hurt,did they tried to hurt my beautiful wife,I swear I will make them regret touching my wife and how dare they threaten you!,….let get out of here” he says with his eyes soften when he knows that your okay,as you just touch him with reinsure that your okay,Y/n-“yes im okay,thanks for saving me..mr Prince Charming”you says softly and gently as he grab you and carry you to his arms,even though you would argue that your fine enough to walk on your own but you just let him do it,as he swings back home to relax and cuddle and watch whatever show you want.

AND DONE

an:I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🫶🫶😃💗💗

quote of the day : “the wetter can be wet” from an friend 💀☠️😭

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[spiced-ciderr]

HI. @crees-a

HELLO. It’s me your dca secret skeleton. I am. Super duper late but we just had a death in the family so things have been WILD.

ANYWAYS. I saw you liked romantic stuff but I kept scrapping those ideas because it was just not writing right and I honestly didn’t have a very good plot idea to begin with buuuuut —

In spirit of Halloween (yes it’s still Halloween what do you mean it’s November 19th) i gift youuuuu A SPOOKY / MILDLY ANGSTY DCA ONE SHOT THING. it’s the best I could do at the moment so I do hope you like it. thank you for your patience!!!!!

(i also dropped a dca fic MASTERLIST for you because i wasn’t able to write a good romantic one shot 😭🫶))

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It had been so, so long since the daycare was open. After the incident almost a year ago

(Cameron Bryce, Age 8, sustained severe trauma to the base of the cranium, resulting in 4 emergency surgeries, a concussion so severe he wouldn’t wake up and parents filing a lawsuit against Fazbear Ent.)

it had been quiet. Too quiet. He missed the noise, as crazy as it seemed. He missed the footsteps, the echoes of his name being called out from the lips of the little ones he grew to care for so deeply. He missed the stares he’d get from parents during pickups or dropoffs, and he missed the subtle glares from passer-bys or employees that hated him for no other reason than to hate.

“Don’t hate, Sunny.” She’d said. Miss Ruby was nice. He liked her. Even if she didn’t like Moonie.

"No matter what you see, how angry you become, don't hate. Even if justified, hate only destroys. Doesn't bring justice. Won't fix what's wrong.” she’d told him.

“Hate'll destroy you. Eats away. Becomes part of you. Changes you. Eventually you become what you hate."

Sunny tried his hardest not to hate. He tried not to hate the coworkers that sent him to Part’s and Services. He tried not to hate when they’d strap him and Moon to that awful table. When they’d poke and prod at them, ignoring their pleas. When they’d administer those icky shocks that hurt and stung and burnburnburnburnBURNS- IT BURNS- until he couldn’t think anymore. Until he couldn’t move. Until Moonie came out. Sunny tried not to think of those times. He didn’t like hurting people, honest! He wasn’t a- a rulebreaker! No no no no no. Sunny followed the rules. Sunny was good.

But Sundrop missed it. He missed it all. Well, maybe not the torture-’We could definitely go without the shocks,’- but he missed it. He missed he daycare, he missed the children, he missed his job. He was CREATED for this, for heavens’ sake!

But he held out hope. ‘Soon.’ he thought. “Soonsoonsoon!! The kids’ll be back in NO TIME! I just know it!’

(Charlie Jo, Age 6, broken ribcage, punctured lung and severe hemorrhaging to the neck and surrounding areas)

“C-Clean up! Clean up, clean up, CLEAN UP!!” Sunny frantically ran back and forth throughout the daycare. Everything, EVERYTHING had to be perfect for when the kids came back!! And he’d make sure it would be.

‘Sun. Sunny. Stop. It’s already been a year. The daycare isn’t reopening.’ He pointedly ignored the deep voice echoing in the recesses of his mind. He hadn’t heard from his brother in sosososo long. But that’s okay! All that matters was the kids. The kids. ALL that matters is getting the daycare open again, all that matters is making sure the children are SAFE and SOUND! Naptime would be suspended, yesyes.

‘Methinks you talk too much.’

“Did I say that outloud?” Sunny asked the empty room. “Oopsie.”

‘You’re being ridiculous, Sun.’

“Am not!”

‘Are too.’

“Am not!!”

‘Are too!’

“UGH! You are such a MEANIE, Moon!!” Sunny spoke, exasperated. “You KNOW the daycare has to be in TIPPY-TOP SHAPE for the kiddos! Everything has to be super-duper clean and ready!” Sundrop justified, sanitizing the ballpit the fourth time that day.

It was always the same. Charge, clean, clean, charge, clean again, charge maybe, and clean all night.

The lights ALWAYS had to stay on. Never was there an exception. Even with nobody inhabiting the daycare except for the twins.

(Jamie Poisson. Age 9. Fractured skull. Severe spinal injuries. Cause of Death: blunt-force trauma to the head. Almost as if the child had been ḑ̴̦̰̠̭͚̪̦̺̺̻̝̬̺̳͐̆̓͆̓̈́̊̓̔͠r̸͉̤̻͓̈́̓͑͆̆̓̈́̽̈́͂̐͝o̴̟͇̾̌p̶̢̤͚͇͍̟͉͂̄̂̆͒͌̐̐͂̾͆̀͐͘̕p̸̨̼͕̠̦͍͙̥̗̈́̇ͅḙ̷̢̛̖͙͕̭̤͙͍̬̹̱̻͂́̀͒̂̿́̈́̒͑͗̔̈́͘d̵͖̗͍̩̹͈̰̠̟̂̌͂͗́͘ Large abominable gashes. M̴̢͖̰̙̫͇̬̙̜͖̼̬̓̾̎̾̊͑ȕ̶̢̪̠͙͙͗m̸̢̙͖̹̯͈̯̹͖̯̱̑͊͛́̀͒̆̄͛̈͐̿̕m̴̡̥͎̞̯̯̼̤̪͂̋ỳ̶̻̻͉͔̝̱̟̜̗͕̖̪?̵͖̩̥̹̞͒̉́̈́͐ ̶̧̧̤͕̫͎͚͗̄̈́̏͒̐̋͋͘ͅW̴̧̹̼̞̞͔͖͙̠̠͉̒̍͒̾̊͑͊̋̕̚ḧ̵̡̨̭̝̥̗̥̥̮̖̤͐̀̍ͅe̷̡̠̫̯̦̖͈͍̜̽̈́̏͂̇̅͌̃̕ṙ̶̤̒̊̑̀̏̏̊̒̂̚ȩ̵̨̧̧̱̺͈̰̞͖͉̫̙̌̔͛͌́̅̈̽̇̀͋͌͘ ̶̭̓͑̔͂̆͊̀̒̉͆̍́a̶̢̢̧͈̖̳̩͔̘̥̩͚̜̺̍͂̎͑̑̒̄̌ͅr̴̢̙̞͇̝̪̥̹̙̂͠ȅ̸͈͔̭̰̳̳̗̱̅̃͊̕͜ ̸̻̭͎̹͖͌̐̑͛̍̏̅̄̔̈̿͝͠y̶̡̛̤̮̞̮̪̝̦̹͎̦͝ͅồ̴̦͚͙̠̙̥̝͇̳̫͆̄͜ů̵͍̼̳͇̿̃̈̉̂́̃̿̈̆̽̋̚?̶̢̨͙͚͑̓͆̀̃̈́̂̀

Ṁ̸͖̲̰̱̩̫̤̭̖̫̪̀͐̀͐̒͆̎̿̅̕͝ŕ̸̜͙̓̃͋̐̐̍̒͒͗̕.̶̢̢̨̦͍̲̮̣̮̜̌̈́̆͆̀̅͜ͅ ̴̘̩͔͈̣̙̻̱̞̩͕̎͜͝M̸̞͌̋̾̆̃̒̎̈́̕͘o̸̧̨̬͙̫̞̥̱͍͓̤̍̚͜ơ̴̹̝̏͒͛̀͐͋͐̅͗̐̉͜͠n̶̨̝͚̝̥̠̘͔̖̪̭̩̣͉̿̓͒͐̐̉͘̚͜͝͝͝?̷̟̲͙̩̬̱̳̌̈́́͛͐̇ͅ ̶̱̠̞̈̊̈̆͊̐̑̌̓̓̈́͜Ẃ̶̛̳̉̐̽́͆̍͗̐̚-̵̨̺̠͔͔͖̬͕̩̙̦̻̘̏̌̈́͜͠͝͝ͅW̴͕̪̣̹̍́̚h̴̹͕̓̂͂͌̽̄a̸̠̓t̸̝̖̝̗̍̈́͘ ̴͍͚̩̳̹͉̲̂̓̈̇́̍͝͝a̶͓̯͔̟̪̜͓͕̰̖̜̠͔̿̇̾̊̒̈́̅̃̏́͜͠r̴̬͍̾͆̾̆̑͊͌͝e̶̛̹̦̹̰̜̝̰̮̐̊̊̑̊ ̴̣̙͖̹̮̭̦̌͊̓͂͗͗̀̈͑ͅy̷̧̩̤̫̫̤͙̮͎̪̥͍̮̯̐̀̐̓̅́͑̋̍͋͑̏͑̒͠ͅo̵̪̝̟̅͑̃ͅṳ̸̟̠̘̖͚́͋͑́̀̍́͊̈́ ̸̢̬̻̘̫̼̈́͐͆́d̸͙̖͕̩̦̓͋̎ͅo̵͚̤͈̪̗̐͊ͅį̵̲̘̝͈̜͈̗̎ņ̸̢̲̹͂̄̿̆̾̈́̀͆͝ģ̸̗̞̟̲̞̏̃́̀̃͗͆́͒?̸͖̭͉͚́͗͑͋̑͋̏̒ ̸͉̤̖͉̤͍̭͆̍͐͛Ơ̸͚̼̦̞̱͚̜͙̇̍̓͗̊̇̓̆͝u̴̱̪̦̅̽̂̅̆̂̑͆̌͜ç̸͍͍̘̬̦̬͍̙͚̝͔͂̒̊̌͂́͑̏̈́̈́̅̆̏̒̉͜h̴̛̛͓̝͗͑͆̅̉̑͑͐̀̅͋̈̚!̷̨̝̱̞̗͖͓͚̱̊̓͝ ̶̡̨̦̘̺̹̝̯͈̤̝̍͛͆̀̃͘̕ͅT̵̢̝͉̱̲̼̭̼͇̤̞̀̄̏̎̈́͐̌̿̐̈́͒̈́͐̚͝ḩ̵͍̩̺̪̜̿̉̍́ą̷̢̢͙̬̥̬̱͕͔̰̜̙̘̎t̶̛̰͍̜̝̞̖͍͖̞̂̌͂͆͆̀̈̎̔̂͘ͅ ̴̧͚̪̤͈͈͖͓͕̣̗̩̓̀́̈͂͐̑̓͛̂͛̒ͅh̵̗͉̹̞͍͍͙̱̖͒̈́̄͒͛̌̇̉͑̃̄̐̉͐̕ų̴̤͍̬̼̝̥̺͎̣͐͛̍̈̒͊̏͝ͅr̷̯̤̜͍̘̘̳̉͑͋̓̏̎͠ͅt̶̡̧̡̹͈̻͚̻̤͇͈͔̮̅͆͌̆̅̋̅͑͊̿̏̾s̷͋͂̍͐̎̈́̕��̡̛̺̜̤̰͓͉̙̼̓̉͒̕-̴̮͂̑̍̏̉̈́̽̈́͑̇̚ ̴̙͠

‘..unny! ‘

‘..drop..!’

‘SUNNY!’

Sundrop’s voice box spurted, almost like a gasp. He flinched hard, landing backwards and onto the floor of their room. His fans whirred, rays spinning at unreasonable speeds. “Go away, goawaygoawaygoaway-” His voice box whined, not unlike a sob. The kids weren’t coming back. He knew that. But it hurt. It hurt too much. Sundrop pressed his knees to his chest, curling in on himself. ‘Sun. You’re okay, okay? Remember what Hedwig said?’ Moon spoke softly.

Sunny sniffed.

“N-Not to call her that?” Moon snickered. ‘No, the other thing.’

“Right. I-It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.”

‘Exactly. Things will work out on their own, you dummy.’

“Hey! Name-calling isn’t allowed~!”

‘Dummy. Idiot. Nada intelligente.’

“I’m rubber, you’re glue! Everything you say bounces off me and sticks to you!” Sundrop rehearsed in a sing-song voice.

It was then he heard it; the ballpit! Someone was in the ballpit! Crawling to the balcony, Sun glanced over the edge to see- a kid! A Child!! A real life, super duper uber squishy new best friend! Finally, Sunny had a purpose again.

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“Rule breaker, rulebreaker! You are BANNED from the daycare!!” Sunny’s words rang in his mind. “Do..didja think I was too hard on him?” Sun murmured, sitting at one of the kiddie tables, crayon in hand as he doodled. Him, Moon, and Ģ̶͇͔̞͓̘̳̙̱͇̟͎̞̦̐̇̃̈̿̈́̃̆̚r̵̻̫̊̑̐̒̄̍͝͝͠͝é̶̳͈̭͔̼͌̓̈́̅̄̋̎͋̐͑̒̚͘g̸̹̟̻̫̙̠̯̑͑̏͌͊̒͠ơ̶̡̙͆͗̀̓̊̀̈́̍͘͜͜r̵̛̛̞̙̺̥̲̻̲̖̣̺̦͋̈́̈́̏̎͂y̵̡̗̦̮̰͖̣̬̥͉̐́͜ͅ,

‘I think that little Ṛ̴̢̟͔̹̣͚̙͈̻̪̳͖͒͌̾̅͛̿͝ͅU̶̡͔̯͛̃̾͑̀L̸̨̛̓̎͐Ę̷̫͉͚͂̑̌͐̈͌͝B̵̡̛̦̹͕͔̹̺͉̟͇̝͎̽́̓́͛̀͜R̴̡̛͎͕̟̭̼͙̣̮͍͖̊̂̾̋̏͜E̶͉̼̒͒̎̎̏͋̿̚̚Ą̷̛̣̪͙͙̖̱͙̟̩̦̟͕̉͗͒̓̽̓͑͜ͅḰ̶̩̮̣́̽̐̈́̓͐̋̽̈́̅̄͝E̴̢̨̮̦̞͚͉̤̱͚̤͊ͅR̸̛̫͕͕̆̀͂̀̐̏͝ got what he deserved.’

Sunny hummed in response, dropping the crayon. He was tired.

‘..I’m sorry Sun.’

“I know.”

-----

Moon sat on the edge of the balcony, kicking his feet gently. The power had gone out, Vanessa was dead--as was most of the other staff:--and for the first time in almost two years, he was virus free. His eyes shifted to the large wooden door across the daycare, which was currently ablaze. Flames licked the sides of the walls, climbing further and further up towards the ceiling as smoke billowed around them.

“Do- Do you think we’ll see them again? The children?”

“..glitter glue.” Moon responded.

“Wha…what?”

“Glitter glue. This-” he rasped, clawing at his faceplate as he laughed almost manically. “This- This situation is stickier than ģ̷͉͖̩̺͕̝̰̦̮̺̼̔̓́́̽̓̈́͗̓̂̎̽ͅ-̷̜̳̰̗̻̪̋̒̊̐̒͝g̶̢̨̲̩͌͂̂͑͊͊̈́̽͐̐̀͘̚-̶̹̜͕͖̪̤͖̜̰͖̞̦̒̂́͋́̏ģ̶̢̡̣̪͚͔̻̠̤̺̩́̊̒͊̈́ͅl̴̢̻̦̞̑̃̀͌̔́͝i̸̧̢̮̻̠̭̺͕̞͚͓̯̽̑͗̉̈́̈́̌͝ͅt̵̨̳̘̳͗̽̃͋́̅t̵͈͍̪̲͚̮̫̬̠͕͔̦͚̉̈́͊͐̓̐̓̉̎̑̚e̷̢̝͕͉̭͓̦̥̙̬͎̠̟͗̀̿̆̈́́̈̋̏̅͘͠ͅr̵͈̫͔̝̲͍̼̿̑̇̈́͊̿̚͠ ̶̨̧̡̛̺̯͈̦̩͈̠͈̣͕́͌͂̑̓̂ͅͅġ̶̭̥̙̳̥̱̖̅̍͑̾͋̓͑͘͠l̴̢͇̹̦̜̹̣̙̤̺̣̺̖̝̳̿̒̔͋̈̿̀̕͝ű̶͍̜͔̓́̆̀̏̎̐̀́̈́̂́͘ẻ̵̯̰̪̳̠̤͕͚̥͉̺̲̎ ̴̛̫͕̎̇͌́̈́͌̓͝/ “

“Are we going to die?”

“Death is a concept, Sunny.”

“I don’t want to die, Moonie.”

“...I know, Sun.” Moon’s gaze lifted to the ceiling as the play structures burned. ‘More like melting.’ he thought. Moon could almost feel the frown from his counterpart. It only added to the hilarity of this situation.

‘I don’t want to die.’ Sundrop repeated. Moon hugged himself tightly. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one, Brother.” Moon murmured.

“I-I want to see them again. I want to see Jamie. And Cameron. And Kyle. And Charlie. And Morgan.” Sun whined. “I don’t want them to think we didn’t care about them. Oh no. NononononNONO-”

Moon winced. “Sundrop. Calm down.” He weakly protested. “They loved us. They knew we loved them. They- They didn’t..They didn’t wake up while ş̶̧̛̫͉̬̃͒͛͆́̀̋̔́̍͠͝͝ḫ̸̡̧͚̠̦͕̩͙̕e̵̺̬͈͒̋̕͠ had her way.”

“Do you think they hurt?”

“Sunny, please. I don’t- I dont wanna talk about this.”

‘...’

‘I miss you.’

The tip of his hat caught the flames, carefully making their way up the fur. The brightness triggered them to shift, Sun now taking the place where Moon once was. His hand shakily reached up to their softening faceplate. “Heh. G-Guess they should have made us out of metal instead.” He spoke.

“I miss you too.”

“I-It used to be different. Do you remember, Moonie? Do ya, do ya?”

“Vaguely. I know things used to be..different. Before.”

Sunny’s rays dripped, melting plastic dripdripDRIPing down his face. He couldn’t see anymore, but he knew it was bright. And hot.

“They-They told us, they promised us they’d come back! It- IT’LL BE OKAY! It’s gonna be so so so super duper AWESOME! Moonie! We’re- We’re gonna- We’re gonna see the kids again- I-” his voice box broke off, as his arms wrapped around himself. His once brilliant crimson outfit was engulfed in flames, slowly dispersing from his form. “I..I don’t want to go.” Sunny’s voice broke, falling into a strangled sob.

“I love you, Sunny. I’m so so sorry. For everything.”

“D-Don’t b-b-be s-s-silly! S-s-s-silly s-silly Mooo̵̧̭͈͕̹͈̮͛̔̔̎̀̃̄̽͑̂͂͒͑ö̵̙̬̆̈͂̈́̀̍͐̚͘̚͠͠͝n̴̥̘̈́̽̓̈́̎̂̓̓̓͋̀́̕̚͝d̷̼̠̻̟̫̤̠̳̳̞̀̔̀̌̓̇̍́̿͛̄͐̕͠r̷̨͕̦͕̦̬̰̪̤̞̍̓̽͋́͗́̓̈́̊̒̈́͑͠ò̸̥̙̤̗͉̭̬̄͆̈́͂̎̀̐̆͠͠ͅp̴̛̙̠̜̬̬̠͍̪̰̯̲͒́̍͗͒̉́̓́̈́̚.̶̢̙̚ ̸̝̳̮͕͆͂̅̅͆̈́͗̈́̏͘̕͘͝͝Y̵̰͇̰͔̭͆͋̎̄̒̊̆͑̅̉̊̚͘͜o̶̰̝̯̻̖̓͛̆̀͐̐͠ŭ̶̧̻͇̬̳͈̩͉̹̮͕͍̽ ̵̛̖̦̺̺̙̱̬̻̂̀͌̑̌̔̐͐k̵̢̡̨̧̢̛͎̙̜͎̫̻̬͇̜̖̂̔͂̓̔n̵̡̖̣͎̬̱̠̹͇̯̩̞̜͔̾͂̾̓́̾ǫ̷̟͎̻̰̱͂̊̾̿̎͂͋̓̀̍̊̈́̚̕͝ͅw̶̨̧̳̦̹̝͇̗̼͐́̾̏̏̏̎́̋͘ ̵͕̙̹͝I̵̧̨̛̦͓̻̳̗͈͉͔̮̾͆̆͆̚͠ͅͅ ̸̡̧̡̨̭͖̞̩̩̦͙̋͊̇̀̚̕ͅn̵̪̓̇̀̍̄̊e̸̙̿̅̈́̑͋̍͒̓͒̄͂͠͝v̴̢̮̜̠͎̣̱̦̲̱̠̭̣͂̓͊̆̔̈̈́̓̿͝ề̵̖̻͎̩̩̳̥̭͎͎̖́͋̔̇̓̀̇́̒͒͘͜͝r̶̢̞̘̥̣̘͉͍̣̎̋̌̾͜ ̷̜͉̙̠̥̮͓̮̫̭͈̞̜̟͉͐͐͊̈́͠ḇ̷͓͇̯͕̭͈͖̲̜̒̀́̽̿͑͆̄̐̎͌̀́̕͝l̷̥̻͇̪̠̹̱̤̙̈͆̌̈́͌̑̈́̀̎̀͝a̷̯̝͎̻̟̦̯͎͉̓̈́́̌̂̅͊͛́̊̇̌̓͂m̶̰̠̹̘͓̿͛̇̔͂̓͘ę̴̖̟̹̾́̈̉̍̈̀d̸̢̢̢̻̠͖̖͎̖̭̫̆̈̈́̓̍̃̑͆͐͂̓͘̕̕͜͝ ̶̨̛͛̓͆̎̀͗͌̋̚ȳ̴̲̹̟̲̀̐̀̓͊̎͜ͅo̴̢͔̟̳̲̝̩͉̻̘̺͕͚͋ụ̸͓͆̑͜.̷̧̡̨̢̝͉̭̻̠͈̗̗̆̾̑̏̾̀̌͐̈́̚̕͠ͅ”

“I’m sorry.”

“D-D-Don’t Apologiiiiiiiiiii-”

Sundrop and Moondrop never liked the quiet. But now, it was deafening.

It was silent.

The pizzaplex blazed, billowing smoke and all those within were taken by the insatiable hunger of the flames.

The Daycare burned.

The Children Burned.

The Daycare Attendant burned, and alongside him the Naptime Attendant burned.

‘I don’t wanna go.’

———

((((BONUS CONTENT: MY ORIGINAL IDEA LOL)))

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DHC1lawx9Ke6tzBq1CK_sVcsNTUlk10-LCxRMhcCnf0/edit

[evangelineshifts]

Heyyy, I completely forgot to tell you but the night after my ‘failed’ shifting attempt I woke up like half awake at like 4:30 pm or smth and, on a whim, tried to open my third eye?? and it was working, my third eyes was opening and I got freaked out bc I was seeing even though my eyes were closed and I heard whispering(it wasn’t really whispering cause the voices were loud but also quiet??) and I chickened out and stopped myself cause I was scared that I was gonna summon a demon or smth🤦🏽‍♀️ doesn’t help that there’s a mirror right by my bed facing my face so I was literally opening my third eye staring at myself and it freaked me tf out for no reason. I thought when you opened your third eye you would be seeing demons or ghosts and that you would be going insane and that would wouldn’t be able to stop hearing the voices of spirits(Idk where tf that came from but my nana is Christian so I’m not surprised, I prob picked it up from one of those Christian videos she watches) but upon further research(ie a brief google search) it’s actually not like that in the way I was thinking.. Embarrassing..

That’s so cool???? Opening your third eye out of no where is so crazy tho like how do you even think of that 😭😭😭 I understand abt the fear tho my family is Christian (I am not anymore) so working through the religious trauma and fear is always a struggle for me but CONGRATS 🎊🎉🎈

[night-faye]

"Yeah, well. Forever's a long time bud. Trust me." <- remember Pilots S1 where his contemplations of being immortal is delivered within a joke, remember also :) this when you watch the S4 special. MK: "Monkey King what are we supposed to do? Monkey King???" Wukong: *staring in horror at ink Macky.* "Haha. You know, you make a couple of mistakes in your life and no one ~ ever ~ lets you live it down." "Looks like the ghosts of my past have finally caught up with me." "You're nothing!" says Ink Macky. *eyes S3 ep 4 where he tells MK he's nothing.* So back when I said this could be a hypothetical hint of what he might've said to Wukong- your freedom's gone, you're not the Monkey King anymore ;) In the Chinese version, he says "You abandoned me." Which is totally different but 👀 delicious. Also note how he's tied up in this scroll memory! A lot like how he seemed to be tied up in shadows and in chains in that same ep's flashback 😉 aren't those screams making you so curious about what on earth was happening 😭 also don't you just love the way Wukong instinctively yells "no!" when you hear "Monkey! No violence!" definitely no trauma involved there. Oh, if Tripitaka used the circlet after Wukong accidentally(?) killed Mackaroo 🥺 "You see, this is why we don't resort to violence!" So uh, Wukong tries to hold back in fights as we saw with Nezha. And "Show me the real Sun Wukong! The old you would have leveled this whole mountain range to stop me!" He tries copying humans a lot, divorcing himself from the image of a "monster" that most people see him as. It doesn't seem he succeeds much 😔 welcome to the fun fic trope season of walking through memories yahooooo. For that reason above, I'm trying to compare Wukong and Macky's fang sizes to see whose more monkey and feral among them. A lil reversed, but Wukong holding back the ink spear is similar to him holding back Macky's smoke monster. It's okay, a more direct parallel to that scene will come later ;)

[handicappedbuenchico]

21. What is your most marked characteristic? (hint: A marked characteristic is a term used to describe something that is very obvious and easily noticed)

1754. In what way are you too hard on yourself?

433. Have you ever cried at a movie?

DITTO. SAME QUESTIONS.

21. What is your most marked characteristic? (hint: A marked characteristic is a term used to describe something that is very obvious and easily noticed)

My most marked characteristic? I mean, that would depend on who I'm around I'm being honest. My therapist points out my intelligence, resilience, and kindness a lot. My younger brother loves to point out my yellow teeth and the fact that I'm fat A LOT (even though he has no room to talk considering he still looks like Jack Skellington with a skin suit on at 19 years old and teeth that are WORSE than mine). My dad always points out my hyper-empathy, an aspect of myself that I have never had any control over, in the most condescending ways possible ("You whiner!" "You need to learn to let what I did to you shit go!" "You let things get to you too easily!" You know, shit like that.) My mother always feels the urge and need to point out my body hair whenever she sees that I haven't shaved in a while, you know, because goodness forbid a woman doesn't shave for a long period of time 🙄. Honestly, it's interesting to me that a lot of the characteristics that have been pointed out to me over the years are direct results of me being a formerly undiagnosed autistic girl who was never taught basic self-care and hygiene and with deep rooted trauma that I will probably never fully heal from.

1754. In what way are you too hard on yourself?

Would you like the summarized version or my entire scroll that circles the earth 5 times over? Right now, the main things I am really hard on myself for is the fact that I couldn't even finish college, yet my younger sister with ADHD could get her bachelor's degree in psychology, nor can I find a job to at least contribute monetarily to my living situation. It also doesn't help that my hypocrite deadbeat father who refuses to apply his own "advice" to his own life keeps fostering this feeling within me by reminding me and my younger brother (who college also didn't work for and is also ADHD) that we "better figure out what we want to do," and "should look at trade school if we don't want to go back to college," you know, because trades aren't an oversaturated field BECAUSE of people like him giving advice like that. My dad doesn't even have, nor does he even want to get, his G.E.D and he's preaching "facts" at me and my brother like he FUCKING KNOWS WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT! AHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm also hard on myself for struggling with something as simple as starting a task, or struggling to do tasks that I KNOW I can do normally, but for some reason my brain and body disconnect from each other, like Bluetooth headphones that are too far away from the phone their connected to, and then I feel fucking stupid because I either forget how I was taught to do it OR I'll stop mid-task and stare into the ether wondering what the fuck I'm doing. I'm also exhausted constantly even though most days I barely do anything, unless you count having anxious and existential dread thoughts, as well as most definitely having autistic burnout, as extraneous activities. I've been really hard on myself for that lately too.

433. Have you ever cried at a movie?

Not going to lie, I don't remember ever crying while watching a movie in the theater, but I KNOW that I've cried while watching movies at home. My most recent movie cry was while watching the last Guardians of the Galaxy movie when Rocket's having his own moment of "dying character meeting his dead friend/relative/love interest again after a long time in a white void and the dead person tells the dying character that it's not their time to go yet." Like, I KNEW it was going to happen, but it still had me crying like a baby FOR REAL. 😭😭😭

[tiistirtipii]

Vice versa episode 12 thoughts

Some people might have seen my episode 11 rant post in which I was unhappy with a lot of the episode and I was really worried about how they were going to tie it all together in episode 12. I am surprised to say that I absolutely loved the episode and I think everything was wrapped up nicely and cemented Vice Versa as a show I will continue to love. Without further ado here are my thoughts about the episode. Please note this is a ridiculously long post of every thought I had

-Talay is not the only one who knew you were acting Puen, Gmmtv really baited us with everything they had at the end of the last episode. I was so worried about them switching again and I’m really glad they didn’t

- Sure you two are being cute as hell and such put can you please put your nips away they are staring at me its scary

- Puen has art of finger guns in his room, Bi confirmed

- Talay trying to recreate the bread horns is adorable

- They’re actually too sweet I’m gonna be sick

- The ‘Thank you for taking away my fear of tomorrow’/’Thank you for being born so that I could love you’ scene is the best kiss in the series, I said it. Also ridiculously sweet

- As soon as the director guy said ‘I believe every word you said’ I was like oh shit he’s travelled too

- I’m so glad there is an Association in this universe as well, it being in the equivalent of the Friend Credits tent is a nice touch.

- 👉 ‘Nong’

- Talay being so excited about the job and Puen being so supportive, I’m so happy for him I was so worried Tess was going to irreversibly screw everything up

- Talay loves pink now 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- Puen giggling in the Friend Credits t-shirt he’s such a cutie

- The interviewer guy was being so pushy with the questions about the picture but I guess that’s his job

- Gyo is so based, yes it is his personal business, some people… should try being more like her. Supportive bestie queen

- I know manager Prikyuak is trying to do his job but they kinda have some trauma about not seeing each other dude

- I do like how Talay didn’t just immediately assume the worst or assume Puen didn’t want to see him, he was just worried

- Tup and Tou 🥰🥰🥰, them being so supportive 🥰🥰🥰

- Neo really out here playing three characters at a time and all of them are brilliant. GMMTV please give him a main role please.

- Talay even suggesting going seperate ways after all they’ve been through is absurd

- Supportive bestie is at it again with the video. Using the alpaca to get the message to him awww

- Drunk Talay is such a sweetheart

- Tell me how in the week leading up to episode 12 I literally thought nonstop about a scene where Puen is asked between work and love and I thought about how easy the answer would be for him. My actual ideal scene was for him to state to the paparazzi and people that were harassing him and Talay that if he had to pick between his work and his love he would chose the love with no question and if people were really his fans they would stop harassing them about it because the solution would be for him to stop acting. AND THEN THAT SCENE WAS REAL. I actually couldn’t believe it.

-✨✨Without work, I can survive, Without him, I can’t✨✨

- For some reason I thought when Talay and Gyo were in the car they were going to crash and get sent back through universes. I think the end of episode 11 made me super paranoid they would switch at any moment.

- I asked for a scene between Puen and Talay’s mum and they did not disappoint. He’s such a cutie who’s mum wouldn’t love him?

- ‘How old are you, eight?’ She’s such a queen I love her

- ‘Your son is stubborn’ get his ass Puen

- Talay with his glasses up, I repeat, Talay with his glasses up!! Sea looks so good

- Here for the Jimmy in glasses agenda

- An hourglass with sand that doesn’t fall 😭

- Can’t believe 2gether of all shows nearly got the last word

- Sorry it has to be said, they could have really worked on the kissing scenes.

- I love a good montage and a montage of the other universe was a great idea to fit what’s going on into the last episode without leaving too many questions unanswered

- Neo in a suit, 10/10

- Fuse and Aou 💕💕

- Aou’s face after the cheek kiss. Pity we didn’t see more of them

- Friend Credits making a Vice Versa film 🥹

- ALSO!! Tess!! If there’s one thing I want to know its how he reacted to the life he has now, I really hope he went through some quick character development and learnt to appreciate what Talay did for him

- Tun and Tess working on a movie together and falling in love? Sound familiar?

- DOL!!! Please someone write a fic where Talay and Puen get to speak to Dol again, or at least to this universe’s version of them and update them on what’s happening in their original life.

- Friend credits version 2.0 featuring Tup and Tou

- And the pink trumpet tree has been growing there the whole time 🥺

- How cute would it be if Puen’s wish said something along the lines of ‘Ever since I saw you in that airport bathroom, I have fallen head over heels in love with you’ to parallel his earlier wish and Talays wish? Lets go head over heels for each other is cute as well I guess

- Guys please don’t fuck in the Friend Credits caravan, is no place sacred?

- Thank you Lays for supporting gay rights

- Imagine if he put a ring in the Lays bag, I would’ve lost it

- Playing the Not Me trailer right afterwards was a shock to the system

If you have actually managed to read this, congratulations for making it to the end of every thought I had watching this episode. I clearly need someone to talk to about these shows. Vice Versa has been an amazing show to watch, with great acting and a lot of care and detail put into the sets, props and story. Thank you to the Vice Versa team.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Star Trek Next Generation, season 7 episode 7, Dark Page

(TW: child loss, guilt over child death)

Will's face when Mrs. Troi insulated Worf😂

Deanna's mom is out finding her daughter a husband and Deanna does not appreciate it😂

I didn't realize that Mrs. Troi running after Deanna was something I needed to see, but now I know it was

The poor dude in the elevator with them is so confused 😂

Oh no, what's wrong with Mrs. Troi?

The way she urges Deanna to go is kinda heartbreaking

Oh dear, that dude Maques was waiting for Deanna 😂

A part of Mrs. Troi that cannot be seen? Oh no

I don't think it's just private, I wonder if it's blocked?

Will, I'm with Deanna on this, something's wrong with her mom

Oh shit, Lwaxana is going full mama bear on Will o_O

Lwaxana, baby, you aren't supposed to be using telepathy!

Deanna's right, you don't look well

Lwaxana?! What happened?!!

I think I remember something about Deanna having a sister who drowned? Did seeing that girl cause her to have a bad memory?

Manuels stop! You're hurting Deanna!

Are you fine? Are you really?

Oh no, what was the trauma? I'm already crying cause this is gonna hurt, I just know it

Losing her daughter would definitely be a trauma, especially if Deanna doesn't remember s sister dying, it must mean it happened before Deanna was born or when she was very little

I don't like that Marques came into sickbay, he looks really creepy

The reason might be a good one, but it doesn't make it less creepy

I know Deanna doesn't die, but I'm still worried she'll die trying to reach her mama

Lwaxana is frightened? Ow😭

Maques is making me very uncomfortable with his stare

Why is there a dog

On no, it's causing Deanna!

"DADDY?" DEANNA'S DAD? HOLY SHIT!

"Did I live here?" "For a while when you were a baby." Oh shit did they live there until her sister died?

I'm crying too, Deanna, it's so heartbreaking you seeing your dead dad

Lwaxana yelling "Get away from here!" Gives me chills

Lwaxana summoning all her defenses to keep Deanna away and one of the defenses being Picard is slightly funny to me, even though I'm sad

WHAT IF THE HAIR SNIP ISN'T DEANNA'S?! Could it be The sister's?

The line "I didn't understand he wouldn't be coming back." Guts me. 😭

A seven year gap in diary entries? She deleted them 30yrs ago?

I have chills. Literal chills.

Deanna's back where her mom fell unconscious? Oh dear

"Go. Go away." It sounds so broken

"I'd never let anything happen to you." "Did you let something happen to someone?"

Oh no, Lwaxana was distracted by baby Deanna

"The dog got away, she ran after it. We didn't notice." Oh no, this is gonna hurt

"It was a terrible tragedy. The worst thing that can happen to any parent." Oh fuck, the foreshadowing hurts so bad, knowing what happens to Deanna's kid😭

Deanna just found out about a sister she never knew, and fuck, I have a sister myself and I can not imagine never knowing her

Aw, Kestra was her precious one, and Deanna her little one😭

Yeah, this shit hurted

Aw, they woke up holding hands 😭🥰

Good job, Mr. Homn, saving a picture of the girls and their father.

"I wish you could have known her Deanna. I wish you two could've grown up together." *Clutches chest and winces like a Minecraft character dying* my heart 😭

"Tell me about her. I want to know everything." So do I, Deanna, so do I.😭

[anthrofreshtodeath]

#25 - Café on a snowy day, 15 Blade

@justagirlfangirling asked for this one, too. It doesn't take place in a café per se, but close enough. Thank you for requesting! It was fun to return to the 15 Blade universe - I miss these surgeons. 😭

“Mikey!” Dr. Jane Rizzoli, chief of trauma surgery at Boston Medical Center, burst into Maruccio’s with snow sticking in her black curly hair. She hurried into the warmth of the shop because she had foregone gloves and her fingers felt like they would snap off if she didn’t get indoors, quick. “Gimme a- turkey on wheat…” She had started to demand her usual, but she stopped, blinked rapidly when she realized that Maura sat at one of the three tables with two sandwiches already in front of her. The other two were empty, and Mikey was nowhere to be found. At 3 PM. “Hey…”

“Hi,” Maura responded sweetly. “Come sit, please.”

Jane obeyed with a deliberate and slow walk forward. “I thought you had a procedure. And where’s uh… where’s Mikey? It’s practically lunch time.”

“Well, I had to reschedule, and Mikey let me borrow the shop for a little while,” Maura said when she handed Jane a footlong sub, knowing she’d need the other half for dinner later. “I got you the Italian with a side of pesto. How you like it.”

Jane blushed. If she could eat without consequences for her genetic shortcomings, namely blood pressure and cholesterol problems, it was the sandwich she would have ordered every time she came. Mikey’s masterpiece. “We celebratin’ somethin’?” she asked.

Maura took a paper, folded in half and stapled at the top, and placed it in front of Jane. Jane stared quizzically at Maura before running her finger through the closure so she could unfold it. As she did, something dropped out and clattered to the worn vinyl tabletop.

Jane recognized it immediately as a pregnancy test. Her face morphed from confusion to disbelief, to stoic. Rather than ask for confirmation, she studied the paper, the bloodwork, in her hand to give her the answer.

hCG - Present.

“You’re pregnant,” Jane croaked, looking back up with tears streaking down her cheeks.

Maura was not crying, but her eyes shone with moisture. “I rescheduled my patient’s surgery because I wasn’t feeling well this morning. I took a test, and it was inconclusive. So, I went down to Obstetrics. Dr. Somasundaran was quite happy, as you can imagine.” She beamed when Jane chuckled through a sob.

“Not-not as happy as me, Dr. Isles,” Jane teased. “This is the best reason I’ve ever had for eating a classic Italian.”

Maura threw her head back in genuine, pretty laughter. “Selfishly, I’m glad I was the cause.”

“We’re gonna be parents,” Jane breathed out, “Christ. We’re gonna be parents.”

“We are,” said Maura. “So you better eat up, because that’s the last bit of cold cuts I’m going to let you have for… nine months? At least.”

“Solidarity, huh?” Jane asked, reaching out her hand.

Maura took it, and squeezed. “Exactly. If I can’t; you can’t. Now, let’s brainstorm how to tell your mother.”

[starcchild]

(Hiii! Hopefully I’m not distracting you in any way by sending this in as you’re considering a rewrite, which by the way, I would like to remind you once again that while I know you’re flattered I’m writing a fic with Carter, you should never feel pressured to publish ((or even read!)) what I send, the reason why I send you these is because Carter is YOUR character and anything involving her belongs in your possession. That being said, yeah here’s what I mentioned about how the lyrics of Stand By Me can be either,, extremely wholesome or extremely sad, also could be a way to explain why her stutter caused by the accident is gone when she sings, since here she sings to act as if Tony never died 😭 Warnings for you: Carter recalls the accident, trying to frame it in different ways, in an attempt to deny it actually happened, dissociating herself from the event and reality ((her perception of time is messed up and it feels so slow to her)), mention of Quentin’s trauma and Obadiah’s abuse, and idk I love angst but I made myself sad so I threw in Quentin and his grandma to balance things out with some humor and it still was,, somewhat angsty istg never underestimate my ability make something angsty despite my initial intention being totally different 😭😭)

((midge edit: added a readmore, and cw/tw for: car accident, death, dissociation, mention of abuse, and uhhh trauma for everyone! Someone help these kids c’: ))

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It had been… a month?

It felt like a lifetime.

Carter’s brain physically couldn’t keep up, all she could do was sit in the sofa, at the penthouse, barely hearing Obadiah as he told her he was going to take a walk around some of the other floors of the tower to make sure everyone was working, and claiming that he was also doing it to give her some space. He said it was time to slowly go back to normal because it had been a month.

He took the elevator and left without bothering to wait for a response. Not like Carter could give him one. She sat there, in silence, her eyes focused on the TV despite the fact that it was turned off. The sky was orange, and soon it would be night.

What would happen to her, then?

She remembered she looked up to the sky and saw no stars, and then… and then… Her mind was not moving forward. Whatever happened next, her brain had discarded it. Instead, it kept replaying the starless sky over and over, searching for a different outcome. Refusing to acknowledge the sudden noise, the shattered glass, the blood, up being down, and up, and down again; the car spinning like it was some sort of macabre dance to a melody made of her own screams. Her own father begging her to please keep her eyes open, unaware that, by doing this, he was making her watch him go. He left, and then she followed. Why resist? She didn’t want to be anywhere if he wasn’t there. She wasn’t conscious when the emergency services arrived, because she had stopped trying to stay awake; choosing to follow Tony wherever he was. It was all black - like the sky - and so peaceful. Comforting and gentle, nothing like the violent wreckage she was leaving behind. Her body fought to live, because that was what the human body did, but Carter’s soul was gladly following Tony’s. It didn’t matter where. It didn’t matter how. All that mattered was that they would be together.

But then she was back, and she had something heavy and hard in her chest, and it felt like a consolation prize: hey, we know your actual heart won’t work anymore after this, so here’s a fake one. Insert canned laughter from a sick, twisted audience. It was a cruel joke, but she would allow it as long as it remained just a joke. I found it! she wanted to say. Yes, she finally found the one true conclusion. This had to be it. Cue to her sitting in the sofa staring at a TV that was turned off. Insert another canned laughter from an audience who still had a very weird sense of humor. And then it would be over. She would hear the ding of the elevator. Tony would walk into the penthouse, give her a hug, and tell her it was just a prank. She would slap him, or maybe punch him, she wasn’t sure. She would yell at him that she was never going to forgive him for that. And then life would go on. Carter knew her father would never put her through that, but she would accept that rather than… than...

For the last month, she had been coming up with a million different approaches: the nightmare, the hallucination, the fake news about her father, her imagination running way too wild because she was bored, maybe zoned out reading a book, zoned out watching a movie, she had been drugged, she hit her head too hard after a bad fall, the list went on. Each time it ended with her brain discarding the events and repeating the process with a different scenario, a different approach, a different explanation. This had to be it. It was a prank for TV, one that would surely make her resent Tony for the rest of their lives.

But Tony didn’t show up telling her it was a very elaborate, cruel prank for TV. She didn’t slap, punch or yell at him. Now what? Her brain discarded everything again. But all the resources were exhausted, all the options had been discarded one by one. There had to be more. More to explore, more to analyze.

Or maybe not. Maybe she didn’t need to find an explanation if she downright refused to acknowledge it happened. It was already night, but it was okay. Tony was there, safe and sound. Everything was fine.

“When the night has come,” she sang, and she immediately had to pause to catch her breath. Something heavy was adding pressure to her chest. It was probably nothing important. Everything was fine. “And the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we see…”

Tony always called her songbird. He loved to hear her sing, because it meant she was in a good mood. They both loved that song. They enjoyed older music, ironically, because it never got old. Carter fought to catch her breath again, while waiting for Tony to join her. They would sing and dance together before dinner, because everything was fine.

“No I won’t be afraid,” she continued, adding a little more enthusiasm this time; encouraging Tony to join her. “No I won’t be afraid, just as long as you stand, stand by me.” She sang the last word just in time before she felt her lungs burning, begging for air, the weight on top of her chest practically crushing her.

Come on, dad. He wasn’t singing with her. Why wasn’t he singing with her? Carter felt a small, ringing sensation in one of her ears. Maybe she just needed to chew gum. Or maybe she just needed to sing louder. Maybe that was also the reason why Tony wasn’t singing with her. She was too quiet; he couldn’t hear her. She had to sing louder.

“So darling, darling, stand by me. Oh, stand by me…” Carter started coughing painfully, and a sharp pain in her chest made her head spin. Her breathing was erratic and shallow. Why was this happening to her?

She tried to catch her breath again. She was losing her patience waiting for her father to sing with her, and a cold, numb sensation started to slowly settle within every inch of her being.

“If- if…”

And why was she stuttering? She never stuttered. Why would she? Everything was fine. She inhaled. A slow, deep breath.

“If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall, or the mountain should crumble to the sea,” Carter paused. The numbness was getting stronger and her patience was getting thinner. Warm tears welled up in her eyes. “I won’t cry. I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear, just as long as you stand, stand by me.”

Again, more silence.

Tony didn’t sing along. He wasn’t going to. He was never going to sing with her again. He was dead. And she had been, too. The difference was that she had a second chance at life while Tony didn’t. Tears spilled from her eyes as soon as she blinked. She drew in a shaky breath, and the events of what happened hit her all at once. This time she didn’t try to deny they happened with any sort of explanation; she didn’t accept them, either, because how could she? A broken sob escaped her lips.

“Come back…” she implored, a plead to the empty air, to the stars in the sky.

But Tony was never coming back. And Carter was only starting to realize what happened, a month after it happened.

It had been a month.

It felt like a lifetime.

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Quentin ran home. He ran as soon as Stane started going around the tower and yelling at people. He noped out of the building when the sky was still orange. He was a minor, he could work for a limited amount of hours and nobody could tell him shit. Some days he enjoyed talking back to Stane. The thrill of letting an authority figure know that he was mopping the floor with their attempts to intimidate him.

Well, not really. Internally, Quentin screamed whenever Stane approached him. But he wouldn’t be caught dead letting Stane know. Always Beck this, Beck that, Beck you’re a loony, I am Stane and I am great, and you are not great, you’re just a child, Beck, you Do Not Understand.

…Shithead.

A loud knock made him flinch as he sat on his bed, his back resting against the wall and his bass across his lap. Well, I guess there goes my perfectly good bass cover of The Sanity Assassin. “Tin!” Nava called, and knocked again. She had a lot of force for a vulnerable, old woman. “Dinner’s ready!”

“…Not hungry.” Quentin replied, his voice hushed. He wrapped his arms around his bass rather protectively, defensively.

“You’re just making excuses to stay in your room and play the bass.”

Quentin’s eyes widened. “What? I’m not!” He totally was.

“Oh, your grandson plays the bass?” Nava remarked with a tone that showed she was repeating something she had been told. “Isn’t that the instrument no one ever hears?, said no one with a grandson who plays it. Let them try living with a teenager who plays the bass on a daily basis, and see if they can hear it or not!”

“Well, I live with a woman who is constantly trying to push her religion onto me.”

“Oh, I’m not the only one. All my friends of different religions do that to their grandkids.”

“Is… that… supposed to be a good thing?” Quentin placed his bass aside. “Why don’t you all push your religions onto each other and leave your grandkids alone?”

“I mean, that would lead to a lot of bad fights between the people in my group of friends. But at least I have friends to fight with.”

She heard quick footsteps, and Quentin opened his bedroom’s door. “That was low. But I mean, I get it. With your height, low blows are the only option.”

Nava opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again. “You are very lucky I love you, Quentin, otherwise I would be hitting you with the broomstick right now.”

Quentin’s expression changed, and he blinked slowly, his arms relaxing as he removed his hands from the doorframe. “You said you love me?” he asked, searching for confirmation. Nava nodded, and Quentin blinked again. “The last time you gave me a hug was for my Bar Mitzvah ceremony. That was two years ago.”

“People always associate love with physical contact. It’s different for me. That doesn’t mean I love you any less.” Nava explained. “Besides, when you moved in here with me five years ago, you…”

“I know. I…” Quentin closed his eyes and shook his head. “I didn’t want anyone near me. I didn’t want to be touched. I know. Uh… dinner, you said, right? Yeah, let’s… let’s have dinner.”

As they sat to the table, Nava turned up the volume of the TV. “They’re talking about the death of the owner of Stork Industries again. Today it makes a month since it happened.”

Quentin rolled his eyes. “It’s Stark, grandma.”

“You have a terrible memory for names.”

“I literally work there!”

“This is heartbreaking, that man left behind a daughter. Poor Harper…”

Quentin frowned slightly. “I don’t think that’s her name.”

“That’s not the point! It’s just… horrible and sad. She must be in so much pain.”

“She’ll survive,” Quentin shrugged. “I survived.”

Nava slapped the back of his neck, and he almost choked on his soup. “Have some empathy, Quentin. You need to have empathy and perspective. You lost your father five years ago. But this kid lost hers a month ago.”

“First of all: ouch. Second of all: what ever happened to the physical contact thing you said moments ago? When you say have some empathy are you just slapping it onto the nape of my neck? And third of all: I have my own problems. It’s not that I don’t feel bad for her, it’s just that I don’t feel anything most of the time. How can I? My blood is probably replaced by medicine at this point. All because…” he trailed off. When he spoke again, his voice came out weaker. “Because the doctors don’t want me to end up like mom.”

There was a long, tense silence. Nava sighed. “Do you remember what it was like when it was still recent? Because I do.” She put her spoon down and rubbed her eyes. “You were ten, you lost your father, and your mother had been locked away, so you lost her too. And you and I, we were strangers. You didn’t know me. I saw how scared and lost you were…”

“Grandma, stop it.”

“You were unable to speak for weeks, but when you did, your words were short and quiet. You couldn’t eat. You washed your hands all the time, like a robot, I remember. And once your shock slowly faded, you were angry. So, so angry. You were the talking, walking definition of fury. You were in so much pain. I cried every night, I hated seeing you like that.”

“What are you trying to tell me?”

Nava inhaled. “My point is that I understood your pain. So, Quentin… if you ever meet Harper, remember how you felt, and be kind. Understand her, like I understood you.”

“I- I still think you’re not getting her name right.”

“Well, Harper, Porter, whatever her name is… if you get the chance, treat her with kindness.”

Quentin sighed. “I’ll try. But people… suck. Especially at this age.”

“Well, but you should try to use your pain to be a better person, not a worse one. I believe you are good, Quentin. Prove me right.”

Quentin swallowed. He was afraid; afraid that he was too much like his father and too little like his mother. Quentin had her nose, her dark hair, even her small mole on top of the upper lip. But none of that mattered, because he didn’t have her eyes. His eyes weren’t brown and warm. They were blue, icy, filled with a rage that flashed like a warning. A rage so intense, it looked like calm. The eyes of someone who was not going to end well. The eyes of his father.

He shifted on his seat as he ate, thinking about his grandmother’s words. About Tony Stark’s daughter. He didn’t know her, but… Nava was right; she was probably in pain. A lot of pain. Quentin was miserable, at times emotionally numb from the medication; so caught up in his own pain he often forgot other people could also feel pain. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Stane was the new legal guardian of Tony Stark’s daughter. Fuck, what if he treated her the same way he treated him? The same way he treated everybody? What if he was even worse with her? Quentin knew it wasn’t his problem. He would rather not care. He didn't want to care. Nothing good came out of caring.

And yet… he did.

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((oh gosh, you’re not distracting me at all!! <3 I’m the one distracting myself from actually getting it done DSFGJHKSFDHJ And don’t worry, I’ve kept that in mind, but I honestly do enjoy reading what you send in!! ;a; It’s so good, and I actually share these with a good friend of mine off tumblr!! She’s invested in this as much as I am, tbh fdjkds

also, I feel that about turning anything to angst DSGJHSGDFJH - I’m always down for angst, and I tend to do the same thing xD

dfgjhgfd anyway, my biggest reaction to this is

Carter’s denial just got me crying in the club rn 😭 And, god, if it was literally anyone other than Obadiah taking care of her, she would’ve been able to slowly go through the other four stages of grief properly after she broke out of her denial, but, no, Obadiah just forces her to bounce straight into acceptance without helping her and boy howdy does it ruin her

I mean, trauma is one hell of a drug in general, but he... yeah dfjfdgskj

also I love your reasoning for why she sings without stuttering! I always had it as just it being a different level of concentration, since she needs to focus on lyrics/pitch, but throwing in her singing to try and get Tony’s attention when he isn’t there is just dgfjhgfdjh - my heart ;a; 

and just because we’re on the topic of her singing, I am throwing in more emphasis on it in the rewrite!! It’s definitely a way she expresses herself, since she doesn’t really know how to outside of that, but stops whenever she’s going through some sort of trauma, or having a hard time in general. In the ikau rewrite, she really only sings to strengthen her diaphragm and lungs, but… that’s really it. And it really isn’t until she starts healing that she picks it up again, and honestly a great song I associate with her starting to sing again is Just Fine by Em Beihold!

dsfhjdsfgjh anyway, that aside, I love Nava so much omg - she’s a good grandma, and I’m so glad Quentin does have someone who loves him and can be with him in his life ;a; Also Nava is honestly a hoot, and poor Carter is gonna have an identity crisis if she ever met her and Nava kept calling her different names the entire time DSFKHJDSGF

but, man, whatever happened to Quentin,,, 😭 I’m glad Nava reminded him to care, and that he does care about Carter, even before he met her, but… damn, I do really feel bad for him, because he’s not… exactly wrong, in this case, about nothing good coming out of caring. Because of Obadiah

man, fuck Obadiah DSFGHSGFDK

poor boy needs so much therapy though 😭