#Wish Andrew didn't kill them off :(

[0of64]

Day 10 - I feel like the Exiles are very underrated characters in Homestuck. I love these goobers :) (Also, I STILL haven't finished Homestuck 😭 please no spoilers )

[coff-in]

Can I request a headcanon of Andrew and Ashley x doting and kind older sister reader? how would they affect Andrew and Ashley's dynamic? would they cling onto her and heavily depend on her?

This is my first time requesting anything on Tumblr ever so I'm sorry if it's not detailed enough! 😊

note from coff-in: thank you so much for requesting! i hope this was to your liking... looking back at it now i wish i added more of andrew's and ashley's thoughts and feelings about the [reader] in here. i also tried by best to keep their relationship platonic/neutral, just in case you didn't want to read about any incest. if incest's what you want, though, let me know through another ask or a comment in the notes! i'm always willing to oblige!

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is older than andrew by about 2 years

I'll be the shade to protect you from the sun's harsh rays.

Big sis [reader] Graves would most likely struggle with caring for her younger siblings, Andy and Leyley. She loves her siblings, of course, but it is a struggle being the parent for them.

She’d read stories to them and draw with them and do her best to take care of them. Things that their mother should be doing with them… but oh well.

I think a big sis [reader] would probably try to encourage Andy and Leyley to be more independent from her and also each other. It might've worked on Andy but Leyley would still be very clingy to her siblings.

Speaking of a clingy Leyley, she would probably not be as clingy towards Andy since she has her big sister [reader]; who’s always kind and sweet and attentive to her! She and Andy are her best friends! She doesn’t need anyone else… and they don’t need anyone else but her either.

So yeah… Nina still dies. It would still happen initially between Andy and Leyley but big sis [reader] would have found out and panicked. She helps Andy and Leyley bury the body in the park (or wherever they buried her) and they still make the blood pact, although it’s a little different.

Ashley doesn’t tell a soul what happened that day, Andy doesn’t look at anyone else but her and their big sister [reader], and [reader] pretends that she didn’t hear her little siblings kill and hide a dead girl. Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil!

As they get older big sis [reader] does her best to financially support her siblings. Most of the money she gets from any job she works goes to her siblings to get them gifts and treats. She tries her best to celebrate both Andy and Leyley’s birthdays… even if Leyley’s birthday wishes are concerning to her.

Big sis [reader] may be more of a doormat and pushover than Andrew is. She loves her siblings and would probably delude herself to some extent that Andrew’s touchiness and overprotectiveness of his sisters are normal. Just like him sleeping in their beds after having a nightmare is normal…

Ashley being rude to other girls and boys is also normal! She’s just not used to having other friends so maybe she’s being rude as some form of anxiety… and her constantly requiring attention from her big siblings is fine, she’s their baby sister after all!

She stays with Ashley after Andrew goes off to college. Big sis [reader] would’ve gone to college herself but couldn’t bear to leave her little siblings at home with their not-so-great parents. She saved up her money to help pay for Andrew’s tuition and classes.

Once the Graves siblings end up in quarantine, big sis [reader] mostly just kind of vibes with her siblings. I mean, they’re with each other 24/7 now so she’s able to give her undivided attention towards them. Andrew and Ashley revel in this of course.

I can see big sis [reader] eating smaller portions of meals so that her little siblings can have more food for later because that’s the kind of thing a kind big sister does! Andrew and Ashley notice this. Their wonder big sister is starving herself for them! It makes their hearts ache to see her do this…

… so when they kill the cultist and prepare him for a tasty meal, it’s obvious to them that their big sister [reader] gets the first bite!

I’m kinda running out of steam for this sort of neutral look because you can take this scenario down so many different paths! Maybe their relationship could be one-sided; as Andrew and Ashley start growing up they start seeing all of big sis [reader]’s kind gestures and doting in a more romantic light, but to [reader] Andy and Leyley will always be her little siblings.

Maybe Andrew could use big sis [reader] as a sort of weapon against Ashley during the Decay route? Who knows? I currently haven’t thought about a Decay route like that too much, but it is a neat idea to think and fantasize about.

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coff-in

[starrycassi]

Today in Jean and Neil's bestfrienderism. With a side of Andrew being Andrew. And domestic Andreil.

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Jean is having a panic attack.

Well, not quite. It's not a full blown attack, yet. But it is close. Very, very close. He is thirty. He is alive. He is Jean Moreau and he has endured so, so much. He is, somewhat, free. As free as the cattle are in a pasture. As free as the shrimp are to the breeding pond.

He has a wonderful husband. He is reconnecting with Kevin. He visits Cat and Laila whenever their schedules allow them the time to do so. He has a dog — well, he technically has three. Charbon is his, and his alone. She is a wonderful Black Labrador that Dobson appointed him. The other two, Caramelo and Dulce, (both named by Catalina, of course) are his and his husband's.

Charbon is moving as soon as he's clawing at his neck. She knows what to do. She knows what to do.

"-breathe. In, and out. Com'on, Jean. It ain't hard. In, and out. You're, like, an athlete. In, and out. You don't even smoke. In, and out. Drew? Water, yes. In, and out."

That's, unfortunately, not the voice of a cybernetically enhanced service dog. It's a different type of animal. Neil Josten.

He manages to make his brain claw around, trying to find where his hand is (in his neck, of course) and puts it up, flipping the bipedal cockroach off.

.

Jean doesn't have a panic attack. Thanks, Charbon.

He's still on the edge. He plays with the dog's ears, floppy and bendy. She seems content to let him do so. They're all on the floor. The two cats are in Neil's lap. Andrew is in the kitchen.

"Breathing okay? Didn't break a rib, did you?"

Jean flips Neil off again.

"I take that as a no. But we did do a RCP training course, you know? Aaron was being a little bitch about me being 'death-prone' or whatever. So you wouldn't even have died. Not on our watch"

"Pretty sure RCP is not the standard solution to panic attacks, junkie" Andrew says, sounding bored, while he walks into the room, tray in his hands. "Panic attacks, also, don't really kill people that often. He would've fainted, at worst"

"Should be standard. Gets the heart right again, does it not?"

Andrew drops the tray to the floor. Only, he doesn't drop it. The jug full of ice and water is intact, as is the glass right next to them. Jean serves himself a glass, drowning it as quickly as possible. It stings. It helps, with the whole "I hate my throat" thing. Harm reduction, Dobson called it.

"You're such a fucking idiot" Andrew says, before reaching down to tug Neil's hair. Neil looks up, their eyes lock, and Jean feels so disgusted that he almost forgets why he's on the floor, to start with. Can they be any less PDA-inclined?

Then again, Jeremy and him are worse. So.

There's silence. And, then, "Jean. We could find a way"

Jean is confused. Andrew, clearly, is not. Jeremy and him love each other, but even theh can admit that there's no other couple with such a level of telepathy as the Josten-Minyard one. It's quite off-putting.

" 'We' sounds like a lot of people" Andrew complains, his tone one of slight annoyance. Regardless, he drops down next to Neil. One of the cats migrates to his lap. He absentmindedly scratches its head, just like he did Neil.

"I'm not following"

They both look at him like he's an imbecile. In return, he glares.

"To get you out of the contract" Neil clarifies. Except, that doesn't clarify anything. Jean Moreau, even as a free man, belongs to the Moriyamas. Not the Nest, or Riko, anymore. It's as much freedom as anyone like him can wish for. Jean Moreau has, is and will endure.

Yes, he hyperventilates whenever the topic of children comes up. Because Jeremy wants kids. A big, happy, loving family. Jean, unfortunately, wants the same.

He doesn't want kids as much as he fears his debt. Their future. His work. Their worth.

Andrew made the offhand comment of Aaron's twins coming to visit next week. About how it seems that the whole group of "Neil's friends" are eager to overpopulate the world with mini nuisances and how he pitied the teachers that had to ever work with such offspring. How it feels like they're the only ones sane enough to avoid such a burden. He didn't mean anything by it. That didn't stop Jean from spiraling. Intent and reaction are, often, not the same thing.

"I stress that you should just get the Care Bear to replace you. He likes Exy. He likes you. Surely we can guilt him into agreeing"

"Non," he answers immediately. They've had this conversation. Jeremy has offered. Jean has refused. It is enough, that one of them is tainted by the Moriyamas. Jeremy's life is not and has never been perfect, but Jean refuses to add a whole ass mafia deal to that.

Andrew shrugs, unapologetically. Jean is not offended. Andrew is a no-nonsense kind of man. A "straight to the point" kind of man. He, probably, thinks that his suggestions are helping, somehow.

"There has to be another way." Neil muses, looking at the ceiling. "We already negotiated with Ichirou, once. Maybe time's made him softer? He's got kids, now. Fatherhood softens people up. Or so I hear."

"Your father tried to kill you. At least thirty times. Almost succeeded half of those, too" Jean reminds him, trying to stay out of the whole family conversation. Neil has never been one for careful sentences. He doesn't mean anything by it. Then, again, intent and reaction.

"It's his personality. He brings out the worst in people" Andrew adds, interlocking his pinky with Neil's pinky, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Gross.

"Rude. Also, Ichirou is way more level headed than Nathan. We could try, at least."

"Absolutely no, you neuron-lacking flea."

"Over my dead body, Josten."

"Again, rude. You two never let me have any fun. Kevin is influencing you too much, I swear."

Jean doesn't feel like thinking about Kevin, so he takes out one of the bobby pins in his hair and throws it at Neil's face. Andrew snorts. Charbon looks at the interaction with curiosity. So does Neil.

There is silence, again. For a while. And, then, "Neil will play Exy until he can't, anyways" Andrew points out.

Jean is confused. Neil, clearly, is not. He looks at Andrew with such an open expression of vulnerability and worry, that Jean has to look away.

"Drew, you know that-"

"I said 'life', didn't I? Same team. Same house."

"Five years ago."

"Haven't changed my mind."

"Still. I know you hate it."

"As much as I hate you. I've put up with you this long. I will handle it."

"Are you two always this fucking cryptic? Jesus Christ"

They share a look. Andrew nods. Neil hesitates. Andrew pokes him in the ribs.

"Andrew is willing to make a deal. We- we talked about it, some years ago, when Kevin had that skating accident. It's, uh, a backup plan. Asking Ichirou to pass the contract down."

"For a price." Andrew adds. As if that isn't the most unhinged, crazy and stupid thing Jean has ever heard them say. And God knows that that's a very high list.

"You're joking with me."

"Do I look like a fucking clown, Moreau?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I will not pass down my burden to you. Plus, it is, surprisingly, a decent plan. There is no other goalie out there who is making more money than you. Ichirou would be stupid if he didn't agree. Which means that you have to keep that option open. Neil is constantly looking for new ways of getting himself killed. I will not tolerate having you, either of you, on the chopping block for me. Not if I can help it"

He is angry. Do they think so selfish? So entitled? So uncaring? He feels nauseous. Charbon puts her paws on his chest, licking his face. He shouldn't feel offended, but he does. They don't mean anything by it. Intent, reaction.

"I'm already involved with our dear asian Shobhuza. Pretty sure he doesn't like me, already."

"Non. Absolutely no. Don't even- no. No. Are you listening to me? Never."

They glare at each other. Years ago, Jean would fold, Andrew's gaze reminding him too much of handcuffs and needles. He doesn't.

"Dramatic" Neil mutters in singsong. They glare at him, now. He has the audacity to giggle.

"We'll figure something out." he says, so sure of himself. How can someone so short be so full of confidence, Jean will never know.

"Even if we don't," Andrew adds, with something close to warmth in his tone, "surely the two of you can survive without passing on those dreadful genes of yours for a few more years"

"We were thinking of fostering" he murmurs, softly. So softly that he's unsure if they heard him or not. Andrew freezes, midway through petting his cat. Neil's eyes widen. Charbon gives a friendly bark.

Andrew and Neil look at each other. Do they ever do anything else?

"We'll find a way," Andrew says. Promises. Begs. Asks. Neil nods, gaze heavy with duty. They hold hands. Neil squeezes. Andrew squeezes back.

Jean feels like he might have another panic attack. How can they be so reckless? For him, out of all people?

Then, again, he would do the same. Sacrifices and promises.

Is there any other way to live?

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Fourteen

Day: Sunday, March 10th / 11th* Time: 11:20 PM EST

For a moment, though, Neil and Matt are alone. Matt gives Neil's shoulder a careful squeeze. "Things could have gone much worse," Matt says, subdued. "I'm glad they didn't. You want anything, you need anything, you let us know. Okay?" "Okay," Neil says. "I mean it," Matt stresses. "I know," Neil says. "I'm done lying to you, Matt. I promise." Matt sighs, but he sounds more tired than skeptical. "Wish it didn't take all of this to get that, but I guess I understand. A lot of things about you make sense now, actually. With one notable exception," Matt adds dryly, "but I'm going to let Allison handle that conversation. She'll kill me if I steal her thunder." "Great," Neil says. Matt grins at his unenthusiastic tone. Neil thinks maybe he is better off not knowing, but he asks, "Does that mean you bet against it?" "I bet for you and against him," Matt says, and shrugs at Neil's surprised look. "I'm your roommate. You never talked about girls, even back when Seth and I would go on and on about them. I noticed, but I figured you'd say something if you wanted us to know. Just so you know, it makes no difference to me either way," Matt says, "except I would have seriously judged your taste a couple days ago." Neil assumes Andrew's territorial streak in Baltimore has a lot to do with Matt's change of heart. "Did he really choke Kevin?" "Took three of us to pull him off," Matt says. Neil doesn't know what to say to that. Matt gives him a minute, then claps his shoulder and goes to get changed.

Art used with permission by Emry-Stars-Art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

[wilhelminyard]

part 3 of the foxes being brutally honest and insulting people to their faces because they are SAVAGES

NEIL :

"I figured he was an egocentric maniac who was so desperate for his own glory he refused to see the potential in anyone else"

"tell me you're not that stupid"

"I might have been a little more considerate if I'd known how stupid you are"

"you being an asshole at heart means I was right about your chances. you do understand by now that your cowardice is what's keeping you and andrew apart, right?"

"you're a spineless asshole. you let the world happen to you and don't bother to fight back. you let other people dictate how you can live your life and who you can spend your time with. remind me why you put up with your mother's abuse for so long. did you actually love her despite her madness, or were you just too afraid to walk away?"

"what do you think?" "I think fuck you"

"your false bravado helps no one" "neither does your cowardice"

"you already walked away from him once knwoing what riko would do to him in your absence. don't do it again. if you don't protect him now, his death is on you"

"die free or die a failure. the choice is yours."

"I'd ask you how it feels but I guess you've always known what it's like to be second, you worthless piece of shit"

ANDREW :

"is your learning curve a horizontal line?"

"a privileged child like you has never seen the real world"

"I've had enough of your stupidity to last me a week"

"I'm volunteering my opinion" "don't. children should be seen and not heard"

"you're stupider than even I gave you credit for"

"you have a problem wherein you only invest your time and energy into worthless pursuits"

"you're a different kind of suicidal. didn't you figure that out in december? you're bait. you're the martyr no one asked for or wanted"

"I hope you two are miserable together"

WYMACK :

"anyone have ideas on how to make neil look a bit less like a battered wife?"

"I can't tell if you're being obtuse to fuck with me or if you're really that dumb."

"I need you to derail that one-track fucking mind of yours for two seconds"

"great. kevin's turning into another you. that's just what I needed."

"get washed up before your stench kills me"

KEVIN :

"we need you on the court but not if you're going to drag us down with you. in the shape you're in right now you'd be a complete waste of our time."

"even if you'd stepped it up when I told you to a year ago, you would have no chance of beating them. there is nothing at all you can do this late in the year. they are better than we are and they always will be"

"stop acting like a spoiled child"

"you've got a thing for controversial teams, I think, but I like this one much better than the last one" "they're mediocre at best but they're easier to get along with"

NICKY :

"do you get off on being such a debbie downer?"

AARON :

"it wasn't the drugs that made him crazy"

"I'm walking away and pretending I don't know you"

"I want to drink and pretend I don't know any of you"

MATT :

"good to see you're still fuck-all crazy"

"one of these days you have to let me hit kevin."

ALLISON :

"you are on messed-up child. you come by that naturally or did your parents do that to you?"

"seriously you guys? it's like you don't know us" "we try not to"

RENEE :

"I tried taking you off his hands at one point. andrew refused on the grounds he wouldn't wish you on anyone except a mortician"

[llamaisllama777]

A VERY late Laes,Tsams,Rwags,and Eaps review!!!

Hey, sorry, I know this is SUPER late, but here is my review of yesterday's episodes

..... I... I may have to stop the whole "DOWN WITH THE ASTRALS VIVA-LA-REVALUTION!" thing... like.. wow! This was an interesting episode.

We learned a lot about Turuas and how he sees himself. He doesn't like to view himself as a Destoryer but more of... a maid. He clears the metaphorically dust of the universe.

We also learn.... (BIG SPOILER IN 3...2....1....)

CETUS WAS FRIENDS WITH TURUAS! Cetus was like Lunar! Cetus=Lunar!

Cetus was like Lunar! He was gifted with powers like Lunar but then lost his mind. Wow.

I can't wait for Lunar to meet Cetus. Interacting is gonna be fun to watch.

Turuas... I will admit.. I didn't like you at all at first. In fact, I despised you, but... you have grown on me. I feel for you, man... BUT DON'T EVER TRY TO KILL EARTH EVER AGAIN!

But I am officially shutting down the "Down with the Astrals revaluation."

Solar... STOP WATCHING THINGS THAT MAKES YOU SAD! WE WILL RIP THAT COMPUTER OUT OF THE WALL IF WE MUST!!!

I really fear for Solar when he looks at stuff like this. It's never good to dwell on what ifs and Solar keeps dwelling on What ifs... I wonder if this will become a problem in the future or not?

Okay, so, I know I never really talked about a lot of the other shows but...

HOLY COW! This episode was awesome!!!

So, for anyone who hasn't watched the show, Gregory recently met a strange star child named Nova. (He is not an Astrals. He has a literal star for a head) Nova can apparently grant wishes, and Gregory wished for Roxy's brother, Rocky, to come back from the dead and Roxy is all happy and everything but this new villain named Mystic hippo kidnapped Nova and is going to use his powers to get her powers back and destroy the world and the only way to stop Mystic is to unwish everything but that would mean Rocky has to die again and needless to say...

ROXANNE ISN'T TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT!

So, now, Gregory and Cassie are basically pulling "a Dante's inferno" to try and find Nova, and now Gregory has met the one the only...

OLD MAN CONSEQUENCES!

(Can I just say I love the voice old man consequences has. Seriously, I have no idea who voices him, but holy cow, that voice WORKS! Like when I imagine Old man consequences that's pretty close to the voice I imagine he has)

Old man consequences basically tells Gregory you messed up kid, you've been acting like a child for so long, and your childish actions with messing the life and death have now caused a ripple effect. He tries to get Gregory to turn back, but Gregory tells him they don't really have a choice and have to stop Mystic. Old man relents and let's them go. So, now Gregory and Cassie are on a mission, and there is no going back now cause if they fail.... well, there might not be a home to go back to.

So, ya, watch the Roxanne and Gregory show it's really good!

We.... WELCOME BACK JAKE!

(And Andrew)

So, somehow, Jake (this universe's Jake) is back. He's not dead anymore but now he's.... this.

I thought Jake actually moved on. Like to the afterlife and stuff but no! Jake is here again.

HOW?!

We have so many questions...

Someone had to build the Stitchwraith here, but it can't be Creator cause he's dead here.

Someone else is behind the child killing here, and it isn't Wanda Afton cause she's like old old.

And where is the other Foxy?

(Cause Monica accidentally let this universe's Foxy out of the cell Puppet and Eclipse kept him in. So... there's that.)

I have so many questions!!!

I really love what the Eclipse and Puppet show is doing, and I'm super excited to see what's gonna happen next! Everything is finally starting to kick off!

INCREDIBLE EPISODES

12/10!!!!

Welcome to TSBS Old Man Consequences.

[theaawalker]

Only Fools Fall in Love | Steddie Imagine

Pairing: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Song Inspo: Andrew by Ben Platt Word Count: 2,574 Summary: Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington. Neither of them want to address it for various reasons. They're just two idiots in love. Warnings: angst, slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

After defeating Vecna and barely escaping the upside down, Steve knew his life was never going to be the same again. He no longer had the pleasure of being blissfully unaware of the darkness that surrounded Hawkins. He knew about the creatures that lurked in the shadows. Knew how powerful they were and the amount of damage they had caused to their little town, how many lives were lost in the mix of creatures that were never supposed to exist.

They were supposed to be fiction, stories told to kids to keep them in their homes at certain times, to scare them into staying safe and not wondering into the forest alone at night. Unfortunately, those things were very real, too real for Steve's liking.

Some days he wished to be one of those dense high school kids who only cared about their reputation and didn't know what was happening in the world around them. He wished to be like the old Steve, the one who only cared about hooking up, parties and Nancy Wheeler. He loved her in a way he never thought he could love; she awakened something in him that he didn't know existed. Then she was ripped out of his life without even the slightest warning, she left him, she didn't love him. She said it was all bullshit. They were bullshit.

He knew now that she was right about it all, they were bullshit. Neither of them were ready or mature enough for a relationship, they were too different, too young and too foolish. Nancy was better with Jonathan, they had bonded over their trauma and Steve was jealous at first, but after seeing that massive smile on her face, he knew that she had exactly who she needed. It stung, seeing them together, they were everywhere he went, and he hated it. So, he went to parties and got piss drunk to forget and occasionally he stopped by that disgusting trailer park to buy from Eddie Munson.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson was the best dealer in town, he always had a fixed supply unlike some of the other idiots who couldn't keep up with the demand. Steve didn't necessarily like Eddie that much, he was too loud, too dramatic, too all over the place and too different. He was what Steve never could be, unapologetically different.

He never apologized for being who he was, he never cared what anyone thought or said about him. In fact, he played into it, he wore the term 'Freak' like a badge of honor and used it to scare off any potential threats. It worked most of the time, while people found him annoying, they never did anything to psychically stop him.

That irritated Steve even more. Eddie got away with being himself. Steve wished he could just exist without the fear of getting judged or trampled on. So, he worked his way up the high school ranks and became King Steve, someone everybody wanted to be or be with. None of it was true though, he was never a king. He was never any of the things they made him out to be, well except a douche. He was definitely a douche.

So now, two years after graduating high school, he had finally accepted that life was never going to be easy for him. He would never get to be his true self in front of everyone, he would never get to show the real Steve to all of Hawkins. He'd probably get beaten up or killed for it to be fair.

"Hey dingus" Robin's voice broke through his train of thought, "stop staring into space, we've got customers to attend to."

He shot her a glare before turning to the customer at the register who was returning some of the tapes she rented. His face softened when he saw the girl staring at him nervously.

"Sorry about that," he stated, "will you be renting anything else today, or just returning?"

The girl shrugged, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger, "I haven't decided yet, I still have to have a look. Any suggestions?"

"Uh... Fire With Fire seems to be a hit right now, it's in the romance section"

"Are you into romance?" She asked in what he assumed was supposed to be a flirty voice.

He shrugged, "not really. I just watch whatever, but I've heard it's a good movie." He turned to Robin and smirked, "Rob and I are actually going to watch it together tonight."

A deep red blush covered the girl's cheeks at the thought of flirting with a taken man, "I'm so sorry, I have no idea."

Steve waved her off, "it's okay, happens to the best of us."

Robin scowled at him as the customer scurried away after deciding that she definitely wasn't going to rent Fire With Fire now. She thanked them and nearly ran out of the store.

"Really Steve. Using me as your repellant. Usually, you manage to get rid of the girls just be being yourself." she teased before going to the back and adding another strike under the 'You Suck' column.

Steve sat on the counter and watched her return from the break room, he wanted to tell her the truth, but he has been struggling to get the words out for the last year. It was scary being open like this, having someone know everything about you was terrifying and he didn't want it to change anything between them. She was his best friend and he loved her. He didn't want this stupid shit to come between them, he didn't want to lose the one person who understood him the best.

Losing Nancy was hard but losing Robin would probably kill him, she was his biggest support and he truly appreciated and cherished their friendship. What started out as a stupid crush on his coworker quickly turned into the most meaningful friendship he has ever had. The possibility of losing that scared him more than the monsters they faced over the last three years.

"Steve. Seriously what's up?" Robin spoke up again, a concerned look on her face, "you've been spacing out all day and you keep getting this look on your face that looks like you want to do something stupid and it's freaking me out. Are you okay? Is it Vecna? Is he still alive? Is it me? Oh god. Did I do something to make you hate me and now you want to quit your job and move away and never see me again. You've probably already packed to leave and now you're trying to think of a way to break it to m–"

"Robin, breathe. God. I'm not going anywhere" he cut her off, "I've just got a lot on my mind, and it doesn't have anything to do with Vecna or the upside down or any of that crazy shit. I'm just trying to figure out a few things."

She nodded "sorry. I got a little carried away."

They shared a laugh before going silent again, a comfortable air settling between them as they got back to work. It was a relatively quiet day in Family Video, so they didn't really do much and soon their shift came to an end and Steve got ready to lock up while Robin waited in his car.

"Hey Harrington, fancy seeing you here" he heard a familiar voice pipe up behind him.

"I work here Eddie" he said flatly.

Eddie tsked, "I'm well aware of that Stevie, I was just being courteous."

"Stevie?" He questioned.

He and Munson became kind of friends after the whole Upside Down incident. Watching Eddie nearly bleed to death made him realize that he came to like Eddie in the short time they spent together. He learnt a lot about the guy while running away from Vecna and the enraged townspeople who believed that Eddie was a satanic murderer.

The stakes were high but somehow Eddie always managed to inject humor into every situation to make it feel a lot less intense. He had a way of making people comfortable around him, of making them feel at ease. It was surprising yet welcomed at the time and watching him so close to death made the entire gang realize how much Eddie Munson truly meant to them.

He was one of them now, a part of the club, a trusted member. So, it wasn't weird for him to be here, speaking to Steve.

"Well Stevie, I figured since we escaped death together and kicked Vecna's tentacle ass we're basically friends now. There's nothing wrong with giving your friend a nickname now is there, Steve? "

Eddie had that wide eyed look on his face, the one that made Steve squirm in place, his stare was always intense. Steve felt as if he was staring into his soul, trying to unravel every dark secret locked up inside of him. Yet the casual smile on his face said the opposite, it contradicted his beady eyes in the best way possible. The perfect balance of intense and soft, which was exactly how Steve would describe Eddie.

He cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore the slight warmth in his cheeks, "uh. Sure. Yeah. Stevie... I like it"

Eddie chuckled at his flustered state, "I actually came by to invite you and Robin to a movie night at my place. Tomorrow at 7, don't be late Harrington."

Steve watched him walk off without waiting for a response, and while he tried to mill over everything Eddie said, he only managed to get stuck on the fact that Eddie referred to him as 'Harrington' again. He wasn't sure why it upset him that much, it was his surname after all, but after being called Stevie, hearing his last name out of Eddie's lips no longer sounded right.

He wanted to be called Stevie. He wanted Eddie to call him Stevie every day, because the way he said it made his stomach do the slightest flip. The way he drawled it out in that raspy voice of his, made it sound so much better than it would sound if anyone else said it. He wanted to be Eddie's Stevie.

That thought stumped him, because he had never thought of another guy like that. He never felt that happy to hear a guy give him a nickname. But to be fair, Eddie Munson wasn't just another guy. He was different. Special.

Tuesday came rolling around and Steve was on edge the entire day, he had hung out with Eddie before, but this somehow felt different. So much so that he was nervous and jittery the entire day and Robin teased him about it at every chance she got.

"It's just a movie, Steve, why are you freaking out?" She questioned, "We hung out with Eddie before, and you always enjoyed it. You know better than anyone else, that he's not what the town makes him out to be."

"I know that, Rob. That's not the issue, it's just different this time and I don't know how to explain it. Like it's been a year since all that crazy shit happened and I'm still adjusting to having Eddie around more."

"Do you not want to hang out with him anymore?" she moved around the store sorting tapes while they spoke.

"No!" he said louder than he meant to. "No... I like hanging out with Eddie, he's fun. It just feels different. I don't know how to explain it."

"Well, you have all the time in the world to figure it out. Now that the world isn't ending anymore you can think about whatever it is you're feeling and deal with it when you're ready."

He nodded; she was right. There was no rush to figure his stupid thoughts out, all he had to do was get through tonight. He was nervous for some reason and kept wondering who would be there, would Eddie have invited Nancy and Jonathan as well?

He didn't know if he wanted an answer to that question right now. Being unaware was a blessing in certain situations.

Steve stepped into Eddie's new trailer and settled down beside Robin, a smile plastered on his face as he turned to Nancy and Jonathan who were squeezed together on a love seat. The government helped clear Eddie's name and gave him and his uncle a brand-new trailer in a more reserved side of town. It was bigger and it was fully furnished so it quickly became their hang out when they wanted to escape reality for a bit.

Steve raised a brow at Robin when Vickie made her way into the trailer after them.

"Did you know she was coming?"

Robin leaned closer and whispered her response, "yeah. I invited her. Hope you don't mind?"

Steve shrugged, "of course I don't mind. I'm glad you finally upped your game, Rob." He teased.

"Shut up. You can't even get a date." She bit back, motioning for him to scoot over so Vickie could squeeze in the seat beside her.

Eddie came back into the room with beers for everyone and a few rolled up joints, he passed the beers around and sat next to Steve.

"Hope you don't mind our medicinal addition, it helps mellow us out a bit" he said to Vickie, a charming smile on his face.

Steve felt a tinge of jealousy shoot up within him when Vickie giggled and told him she didn't mind at all. It was stupid of him to get jealous over something that simple, but he managed to convince himself that he was only pissed because Eddie shouldn't be putting moves on Robin's date.

Eddie noticed the look on Steve's face, his brows all scrunched and the slightest pout to his lips. He looked adorable, like an angry kitten, Eddie wanted to kiss that stupid little pout away.

He always had a slight crush on Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Who didn't? Steve was hot, with his perfect hair, those big brown eyes, that amazingly toned body and that gorgeous smile that he flashed Eddie with whenever Eddie teased him too much. Steve was perfect and Eddie struggled daily to keep his feelings in check. He didn't want their blossoming friendship to fall apart simply because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Plus falling for straight men was a big no in the Munson doctrine so he had to stick to his rules and keep whatever playful banter they had going on extremely platonic.

Although a little teasing never hurt and seeing Steve blush was always worth it, so he leaned forward and whispered, "Is that jealousy I'm detecting? Wipe that pout off your face. Vickie's got nothing on you, big boy."

Steve felt his face heat up and bit back the smile that threatened to pull at his lips. His stomach did an entire back flip at the tone of Eddie's voice. The hairs on his neck stood up as his breath hit his skin. His entire body went rigid as the words big boy slipped out of Eddie's mouth again. This was the first time Eddie had said it since the upside down and somehow it felt more intense now, it felt different.

Eddie Munson would be the death of him and based off the smug smirk on his face, he definitely knew what he was doing.

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[ladynicte]

I really wish I could understand what the hell is wrong with Andrew

like with Ashley it's so easy for me to see a traumatized girl whose parents didn't love her enough who lands pretty high end on a sociopathy scale and therefore has got an awful time trying to fit in into the groups around her

those around her can tell there's something off about her and wind up leaving her alone making her see herself as forced to manipulate and abuse her brother into staying with her to the point of creating a codependent emotionally incestuous relationship

but like its not just her

theres something wrong with andrew too and i cant figure out what it is like he isn't just stuck into the caretaker role with Ashley beyond purposefully choosing her to keep taking care of her

like he kills people too hes alright with screwing anybody else over if it means staying with her

like what's wrong with him he definitely doesnt seem to be the same as Ashley because he did have a girlfriend and apparently some friends before they got locked away into their apartment

and before Ashley harassed them into abandoning him

so does he just see himself as intrinsically linked to her like his whole identity has become just being able to take care of her

is it self loathing as well that he's different from the rest and he needs her to be there to be able to keep blaming her for his own misdeeds

Does he just love her so he doesnt want to let go of her and is willing to stand through everything for his love

and i guess they are trauma bonded together as well as only having each other maybe he is also afraid he wotn make it on his own without ashley by his side without some motive to live

is he that haunted by his own actions that he literally cannot bare to live if he doesnt have somebody else to take the burden for him so he cannot let go of the only person who helps him with that

Ashley also said its because shes the only person he can be real with that he cant bare to lose her but beyond the 'you cant sleep withouth me' claim andrew didnt dispute her

god i dont get that guy at all i love him so much

[sl33paholics]

I JUST FINISHED ALL OF PHOENIX WRIGHT: ACE ATTORNEY TRILOGY ON MY XBOX AND THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GAMES EVER TO BE CREATED BY THE DEVS AND TO BE APART OF CAPCOM'S CATALOGUE.

Dawg, I can not BELIEVE I spent over 2 months playing this entire trilogy. It's honestly fucking insane. I knew of Ace Attorney from Kubz Scouts YEARS ago but DAMN DAMN DAMN to actually play the game myself is so fucking amazing. It's so fire. I believe Episode 5 of the first game has to be one of the most heartbreaking stories EVER. I cannot decide who's my favorite character, however, it's safe to say that Phoenix takes the cake. I love Godot to a certain extent when he's not speaking in past tense and Coffenese.

The women in this game are so BEAUTIFUL. First of all, Mia. I love Mia's design. I just wished the devs didn't fuse her with Pearl, her big ass boobs can't fit in that small thing 😭 Ms. Andrew's had a HUGE glow up after the case with Matt. Lana and Vasquez give off big female dom energy.

For my favorite antagonist? I'd gotta say Damon Gant. When I first saw him and heard the music, especially the long staring, I just knew this guy was trouble (kinda hot lowkey). ANYWAY I also find Dahlia to be interesting as well, BUT HER BACKSTORY?? How in the HELL did her and that inmate get into a "relationship" (trust me, he was in his 20s and she was 14) not only is this dude a FREAK but what??? Only at 14 she planned a fake kidnapping and killed her sister

However, that one episode where it involves the circus is so suspect, like...why are y'all grown ass men trying to marry a 16 year old? 💀

I love the soundtrack of this game as well like what??? The producers were cooking in the studio when they made them. My favorites are:

Hotline of Fate

Pressing Pursuit (all 3 versions)

Wright's ringtone

And Richard's ringtone

I know no one is gonna bother to read this considering this blogs purpose is to write fanfics and shit, but man, you guys HAVE to play this game. It's available on Game Pass. It may or may not take you two months like it did for me but, everyone is different.

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

The Breakup

Ward glanced at Kirby who was pressed against him on the couch, the latest horror movie they'd been watching had only the credits rolling on the screen. He was debating bringing up everything that had been happening lately, neither of them had really seemed to even have been watching. "Hey, what happened after we told Reggie about Raz? You've been acting off since the lake and I don't know...I know it was a lot to tell him but you just look even more nervous lately...."

kirby was zoned out for most of the movie and was really just enjoying the warmth of the other at that point until the movie ended. “hm?” they hummed looking up at him and gave a small shrug. “oh..” they mumbled, “i um, kind of got into it with someone who i guess was friends with the guy i killed..” they finally admitted as the looked back down.

Ward brought his hand up, brushing it against the fading bruises on Kirby's neck. "This isn't a dig at you or anything, but Christ, what is even your luck," he mumbled softly. Sighing he brought his hand up to brush against their hair, "It was self defense, do we need to see Reggie again or is this guy gonna leave you alone?"

that got a little chuckle out of them. "fuckin, wish i knew." kirby shook their head a little bit, biting their lip as they thought about everything that was said to them. "i don't want to involve reggie again then he's just going to start thinking i'm the problem.." they admitted and adjusted the way they were sitting so they could look at him. "but.. i don't think he's going to leave me alone."

Ward frowned continuing to play with Kirby's hair as they talked. "Why would you be the problem, he knows what happened in that house wasn't your fault. Hell if this guy is friends with that guy he might be just as unstable." Saying it out loud and hearing what Kirby followed up with made him hesitate for the first time. "Between him and Raz...and you're not planning on leaving the Commune are you," he asked softly.

"i don't know," kirby shrugged, "because all i seem to do is attract trouble. between everything's that happened and how i didn't tell him until recently after it's already been a year i don't know if he'd even believe me." they chewed on their lip, really trying to think about their options at this point. "i've..." a short pause, "thought about it but i can't bring myself to do it."

"That's not all you do," Ward said shaking his head before rubbing his face with a sigh. "People get scared to talk to cops, but he seems like a good guy. For a cop at least," he was trying to joke to lighten the mood but wasn't sure where it landed. "It's ok, you've lived there a while...guess I just worry you being somewhere with Raz...but also keep hearing they can go out so maybe it is safer there." He wasn't sure how to feel about that, Harvey still in his mind.

kirby shrugged, "yeah i guess." they'd think about it at least but they had a feeling that might make things worse. "almost four years," they mumbled with a nod, ignoring the part about walking outside cause frankly they'd been dealing with so much lately they weren't even sure that was true. "it's also like.. even with raz i'm still surrounded by a lot of people they're not going to do anything there." they had to take a deep breath though before adding, "the guy... he um, he said he was going to go after people i love because i took away someone he loved."

"True safety in numbers" though Ward didn't sound fully convinced about that. That only felt worse as Kirby continued, his gaze dropping to his hands on his lap as he clenched his bad hand and unclenched it. One the one hand Andrew passing hadn't been something he actively wanted, on the other it meant Ava was relatively safe now. One less thing to worry about. If this guy was as unhinged as he seemed, if he had a weapon like Jae-Sung... "Kirby...," Ward swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, it been a while since he'd called than anything but babe, "What if he decides to go after Ava?"

kirby only nodded but everything felt like it froze when they heard their name. they couldn’t figure out why that stung a little bit. “he won’t,” they said quietly knowing they couldn’t promise that.

Ward was messing with his hands, "You don't know he won't. He already attacked you in broad daylight...I can't....I can't lose her too."

all kirby could do was stay silent. they didn’t know what to say at this point without feeling like they were going to make everything worse. they scooted a little away from him now and stared at their hands in their lap, blinking back a few tears that were threatening to form.

Ward didn't like where his own thoughts were going, "I don't...it's not your fault things are happening like this. But I....I don't know what to do that keeps us happy and her safe..."

that was exactly what kirby was afraid to hear and they couldn't even be mad about them because he was right and they didn't know either. "okay.." they said quietly and quickly wiped at their cheek, "i understand."

There was a part of Ward wishing he could be selfish enough to not care. But other than Oliver he was all Ava had left and she was the last thing of Sammie's he had. He hesitated before pulling Kirby against his side and pressing his lips to the side of their head. "If you don't want to I get it...but if you wanted to swing by the projectionists booth that still be ok....," he mumbled softly, "If things cool off later on...I...I do love you and I don't want you to get reckless just cause of this.."

kirby had to stop themselves from pulling away as ward pulled them into him because they didn't want the comfort at that moment, they just wanted to leave. "i don't... i don't think i can do that i'm sorry." they mumbled, voice cracking as the spoke. this hurt, it hurt a lot even if they understood. they couldn't even promise not to be reckless because of this because they knew themselves. "i think i should go."

Ward pulled back after a second shifting on the couch and swallowing hard again. "It's ok, I get it," and he did. This sucked in multiple ways. "I can go first,"he mumbled softly, "Give you a chance to call someone over or head back to the Commune." Standing up he fiddled with his hands again, "I'll…we'll see each other later. At some point," he said softly before starting to head out.

kirby didn't answer and just looked down at the floor in front of them, they didn't know who to call right now and frankly they just wanted to be alone so the guess this way was better. "okay." they said quietly, not able to look at him as he walked away.

[blondie20000]

Love Never Dies - Wanda Maximoff x Stephen Strange

"Love never dies. Love will continue. Love keeps on beating when you're gone. Love never dies once it is in you. Life may be fleeting; love lives on! Life may be fleeting! Love lives on..."

Andrew Lloyd Webber, Love Never Dies.

.............

Stephen Strange." She greets him.

"Wanda? You're alive?"

Strange did his best to keep his voice calm and professional. His face is blank not wanting to express his shock.

Wanda stood across the room from him. Alive and well. The darkness in her is gone. Strange can see her fingers have returned to normal and color has returned to her cheeks. However in her eyes Strange can see the grief, the pain and the loss, feelings Strange knew all too well.

A flash of guilt goes across her face as she looks down. She takes a deep breath and looks up at him.

"I am." She replies.

It goes silent. They stare at each other. Last time they saw each other was Mount Wundagore, as enemies fighting each other. Strange's mission is to save the girl while Wanda planned to do the opposite. She was going to sacrifice the child in order to bring her own children back. Her family. Eventually her eyes opened and she realized what she has done.

What she became.

Monster!

That word has rang in her ears since Mount Wundagore. The horror on her sons' faces vivid in her mind. An image that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Wanda may have made the right choice by destroying the Darkhold but the bodies, all those lives she killed their blood was on her hands and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she scrubbed.

She is a murderer. Death follows her, leaving bodies in its wake. All her loved ones have suffered because of her and now she had no one.

She is alone.

Wanda closes her eyes. She willed herself to stay calm and to not break down. For ages she focused on only one emotion. Anger. However now Wanda can feel all her emotions raging inside her, battling it out in her head. It hurt so much Wanda wanted to scream but she didn't, she wouldn't she needed to suck it up, appear strong. Keep the mask firmly in place.

Do not show weakness. She told herself.

"Wanda?" Strange's voice snaps her out of her thoughts. He gives her a cautious look. "Why are you here?"

Wanda rubs her arm. Her eyes scan the room.

"How's the child?" She asks.

"She's fine."

"Good." Wanda nods. "That's good."

Strange sensed there is something else the Scarlet Witch wished to tell him but he decided to not push her. He will let her to talk when she is ready to talk.

Wanda walks and runs her fingers along the books on the shelf. She has back to him. She then sighs.

"How do you do it?"

Strange frowns.

"Do what?" He asks.

"Go on with life knowing you can't be with the one you love."

That question knocked him off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean." She turns her head towards him. "You can't be with her. Every universe your relationship with her is doomed to fail."

Wanda didn't need to say her name for Strange to know who she is talking about. Strange sighs heavily.

"If that's what the universe wants, if that's how my life is suppose to go." He shrugs. "I can't fight it."

"But it is not fair." She shakes her head. "The universe is cruel."

"Life is cruel." He agrees with her.

"Life is a bitch." She glares at the ceiling. "What happened to balance? Free will? It is all a lie. No matter what I do the love of my life and my children are gone." She swallows. "I can't move on. I can't forget about them. Life is not worth living without them."

She looks down. Her fingers curl up into a fist. Her lips tremble.

So much for hiding her weakness.

Strange calmly steps forward. He goes to reach out to comfort her but decides against it. He takes a deep breath and folds his arms.

"Is that why you are here Wanda? You come to seek my advice?"

She lifts her head. Her face screws up with confusion.

"It does not bother you? Not being with her?"

"It does." Strange nods. "But like I said we are not meant to be and I have to accept the universe has other plans for me."

"Bullshit." She turns sharply towards him. "You do not believe that."

"I don't have a choice in the matter." Strange raises his hands. "We can complain, argue it will not change a thing. That is something you have to accept it Wanda."

"I do accept it." She answers. "I know they are not coming back but at least I feel, I mourn on what I could of had. You on the other hand show nothing. You claim you are okay with it but deep down you are not okay...not really." She eyes him up and down. "You are in denial. You refuse to acknowledge your true feelings on the matter." His lips press into a thin line. "I have messed up, I have regret the pain I have caused but I do not regret the mission. At least I gave a damm, I fought back, I tried to bring them back."

"And turned to the dark side because of it."

"A mother would go to extreme lengths to save her children." Wanda nods. "What have you done?" Her lips curl in disgust. "You haven't even tried to make a difference."

"I didn't lose my humanity." Strange glares at her. "As you know when you do fight you lose yourself in the process. It is not healthy."

"And sitting back and doing nothing is healthy? Continuing to live your life alone is healthy? Thought life was about taking risks. I took a risk and blew it but at least I tried and I wasn't a coward."

"I am not..."

Wanda places her finger on his lips.

"Don't lie to me." She whispers.

He sighs.

"What do you want from me?"

"To not be a hypocrite. Be truthful to yourself. Be human."

He scoffs at that.

She wasn't laughing

"You say you have humanity? Prove it? Show me how you really feel."

Strange hesitates. Wanda cups his cheek.

"I don't want to be alone. I admit to that. Do you want to be alone? You accept your fate?"

He again hesitates. Wanda looks up at him. Her eyes are pleading for him to be honest, to open up and admit he is not happy either show they are on the same page. If Strange did open up maybe Wanda would to. Confine in someone, let it all out. Wanda did need to let it out she couldn't hold it in much longer. If she felt like that Strange must feel it too. The dam threatening to break.

It is one of the reasons she decided to go to him. They may have been enemies once upon a time but Wanda couldn't deny there is a connection between them, they are same. The universe has screwed them both over, forbid them to be with the ones they love, grow in power but lose everything else in the process. They got to carry that loss with them for the rest of their life.

Wanda can see the tornado of emotions swirling behind his eyes. His jaw tightens and he grits his teeth. Wanda slowly nods. She ensures him that it is okay. She will not judge him, all she wants is for him to tell the truth.

"It's not hard." She tells him.

He grabs her hand where it still rested on his cheek. He increases his grip on her hand but she doesn't pull away.

"I'm not doing anything." She said sensing his suspicion. "I'm not forcing it out of you. I am giving you the choice to be honest with yourself."

"Wanda." He said his voice hoarse. He is struggling. Her presence caused those feelings he buries so deep to rise. The grief of his former life, the pain from the accident, the disgust he feels about his hands, the loss of Christine, and the heartbreak when he had to make the choice to let her go in order to keep her safe.

Anger.

Angry at the universe, the timeline, the path that was forced upon him that he had no choice but to follow, become the all powerful sorcerer and hero the people needed him to be, put everyone's needs above his own. His needs didn't matter anymore. His opinion didn't matter anymore.

He is a pawn and nothing more.

It is not fair.

Not fucking fair.

Strange loosens his grip on her hand. He drops his hand and runs it along his face.

"You're right I don't accept it. I hate it. I hate how this all works. I don't even know what I have done to deserve it." He barks out a laugh. "I done so much good in this world but this is what I get in return? I get nothing but more pain and suffering."

He again laughs. The laughter soon fades and his eyes start to turn watery.

"I miss her." He said his voice cracking. "Christine." Saying her name out loud caused a sob to rise in his throat. "Every universe...Every fucking universe we fail, if we are not meant to be then why do I fall in love with her? Why does every version of me fall for her?"

The words came tumbling out. Strange couldn't stop. He has bottled it up for far too long.

"Why?" He asks out loud. "I..."

I don't want to be alone.

He didn't voice it out loud. However, judging from Wanda's face he had a feeling she has read his mind.

Damm it.

He mentally curses her for causing him to break down like this. He didn't want to appear vulnerable or weak.

A look of relief passes across her face. Her reaction irritates him. This is all her fault. He was fine until she came along.

Fine? His inner voice questioned him. We know that's not true.

Strange sighs.

"Happy now." He places his hands on his hips. "You got what you wanted? Hmm?"

Wanda shakes her head.

"I didn't mean to inflict pain on you Stephen." She sighs. "I just wanted you to understand."

"I understand perfectly."

She steps forward. She tilts her head at him.

"I miss Vision." She said. "My relationship was doomed to fail from the start and I question myself why make me go through this? I realize now if I never met Vision I would have never known what true love would feel like. He brought me happiness. He made me feel human." Her intense gaze shifts on to him. Strange found himself going silent. It felt like she is looking right into his soul. "Everything he gave me, everything I shared with him I can give to someone else." Wanda slowly nods. "That way he will always be with me."

"You could do the same, spread your love, cherish it with others." She continues with a small smile. "It wouldn't be betrayal if we are doing it for them. Forever in our memory."

She places her hand on his chest. Her touch causes him to shiver. He knows he should pull away but as each second passed he found himself being drawn to her. Her words had a affect on him, made him see everything from a new perspective.

He has been alone for so long the need for company suddenly consumed him.

Strange tilts her chin back. He gazes into her eyes and imagines those are Christine's eyes looking back at him. That sweet memory is there within his reach.

While he saw Christine, Wanda saw Vision.

The love of their lives reflects back at them.

Love never dies. It lives on, through others.

Strange smiles and draws Wanda in for a kiss. Wanda kisses him, slow and tender. It has been such a while since she has kissed someone. It has been a while for Strange as well.

They take their time, feeling their lips brush against each other, tasting each other. Wanda moans when he sticks his tongue down her. The gentleness abruptly turning rough and eager. Wanda takes him in and wraps her arms around him. She pulls him in and allows herself to fall into this moment. This long blissful silence.

Eventually Strange pulls away and goes to her remove her dress. As he is about to do that, his hands start to shake. Strange curses. The familiar feelings of disgust and shame rise in him. His hands, his once perfect hands now couldn't even remove this dress.

Wanda gently takes his hand. She removes his glove and examines his scars. Even though Strange has accepted his injury he still couldn't bear to look at them. They reminded him of his old life.

Wanda rubs her thumb along his scars. She then brings his hand to her lips. She kisses his palm and rests it on her cheek. Wanda sighs as she felt the warmth from his hand. She leans into his touch, memories of moments similar to this come flooding back.

Vision cups her cheeks and smiles fondly at her.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" He asks.

Wanda smiles back at him.

"Many times."

"Really? To me it doesn't seem enough." He shakes his head. "I must tell you more often."

"Vis you tell me every day."

"I love you." He repeats with a laugh. "I will never stop loving you."

Wanda leans into his touch. Her smile widens.

"I love you too."

Wanda felt the tears forming in her eyes. This is what she hoped. She hoped she would still feel his presence. She does, she can feel him everywhere.

"I will be with you always." His voice echoes in her mind. "Share our love to those who need it, make them feel what we felt, make them happy."

Wanda nods. That's exactly what she is going to do. She is doing this for Vision but also for Strange. She gazes into Strange's eyes. He looks so vulnerable now. She did that, she made him like this.

He is opening himself up to me.

Wanda knows her and Strange are the same, she can feel their connection getting stronger. She will be there when the dam breaks, when he fully accepts what he has lost. When he does, she can let go as well. Wanda hopes he will do the same for her when she falls apart.

"Wan..."

"Shh." She silences him.

She reaches out and removes his other glove. Then her eyes glow red. Seconds later their clothes vanish from their bodies.

Strange is startled at first but Wanda points across the room where their clothes are, folded up on the chair.

"I didn't plan on making a mess." She tells him.

Strange on the other hand had other ideas.

He wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around him as he carries her over to the table. He flicks his wrist and all the items slide off the table and crash on the ground.

Wanda looks at him. Strange shakes his head.

"Wong can't know about this."

"My lips are sealed." She assures him.

Strange allows himself to relax and he slowly lies Wanda down on the table.

Strange steps back and looks her up and down. She is attractive. Strange had to admit.

But can I do this?

He hesitates. A wave of unease goes over him. This is completely out of his comfort zone.

"Face your fears." A familiar voice whispers in his ear.

When Strange looks down again he didn't see Wanda.

He saw Christine.

A sharp intake of breath, Strange felt his world spinning. He mumbles her name. Pain goes across his face.

Christine smiles softly at him.

"Face your fears." She repeats.

Strange closes his eyes. He can still remember their conversation. In the other universe, the other Christine he admitted to her how he truly felt. He is scared to care for someone, scared to allow someone to care for him. She touched his cheek and told him those three words.

"Face your fears."

He looks down at her again.

Christine nods, giving him her permission, assuring him that it is okay to do this.

He did not want to be alone.

Not anymore.

He blinks.

Wanda is looking at him.

Wanda is here for him.

Despite what happened between them, Strange wants to be there for her as well.

It is time to face his fears.

Allow himself to feel again.

Be human.

Stephen leans down and brushes his lips against her stomach. He kisses her. Wanda sighs as he continues to kiss her. He kisses every part of her, allowing himself to enjoy this moment with her.

His hands grasp her breasts. He fondles them, squeezes them, teases them. Wanda gasps when he bites down on her nipples. He tugs at her nipples, sucks them. It wasn't long before his lips returned to hers again.

He claims her mouth with his own. She bites his lip, causing him to groan. Blood forms on his lip, but it didn't bother him. Wanda licks the blood and grins. She takes him in her hands and stares right into his eyes.

"Fuck me!" She growls.

He nods. His eyes go dark with lust.

"As you wish."

Stephen positions himself between her thighs. His eyes remained locked on hers as he slowly goes in. Wanda gasps as she felt him go inside her. He smirks at her reaction.

Then he starts to thrust her.

Stephen went in hard and fast. He thrusts her with all his strength knowing so well she will be able to handle it. She is the Scarlet Witch, a fighter, a survivor, nothing can stop her.

She is powerful.

Stephen respects her for it.

Wanda gives him a wicked grin, delighted by this sudden turn of events, relieved that they are going all out here. Wanda did not want to take precautions, she did not want to be careful, she wants to let it all out, she wants to be quick, she wants to keep going until they are both breathless. The thought of him panting like an animal, growling for her, wanting her, all it made Wanda feel turned on.

"Yes!" She yells. She throws her head back and enjoys every grunt, every moan, every growl that escapes his throat.

Vision was an animal in bed.

She loves hearing her animals roar.

She pushes herself into Stephen, she curses out loud, and her eyes blaze red. Their hands connect. Sparks of magic bounce of each other. Chaos magic and sorcery combining together as one. His hands start to shake again, but Wanda grasps his hand tight, grounding him. She assures him she is here and she will not let go.

Stephen responds with another hard, mighty thrust. A look of understanding passes between them.

"Fuck them!" Wanda said. "Fuck the universe! Fuck fate!"

He pulls her forward. His hot breath on her face causes a chill to go down her spine. His lips tug upwards. His eyes shine bright.

"Fuck it all." He grins.

Their loved ones couldn't be with them physically but they can be with them in spirit. Their love for them will live forever in their memories and their hearts.

The universe could not take that away from them.

Stephen feels the fire forming at the bottom of his belly. His eyes go wide as the orgasm takes over. Wanda grips his hand, daring him not hold back. She wants to hear that roar, that release.

"Go on." She encourages him.

He does.

He releases it. All of it. He screams to the top of his lungs. His cum spills all over the table. Stephen takes a deep shaky breath, his body is shaking. He felt something else as well, he felt full, content. A weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He also felt proud of himself. He took Christine's advice and faced his fear.

He is not afraid anymore.

Wanda scoops the cum up with her finger and sucks on it. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. Stephen can already feel himself going hard for her again.

Damm this witch.

Reading his mind, Wanda's hand goes on his cock. Her fingers brush his hardened length.

She laughs.

"So easy to tease." She shakes her head. "Oh sweetheart." She guides him inside her again. She smirks.

Wanda is happy to ride it out again.

They repeat the pattern. Fuck each other until no one could form a coherent sentence. Wanda is panting now, sweat is pouring down her. He licks up her sweat, coated skin. His hot tongue against her cool, wet skin made her cry out. It causes a jolt of electricity to go through her. That feeling goes all the way down to her knees.

Her thighs shake, her knees threaten to buckle. Stephen notices this and chuckles.

"Falling apart already darling?"

She grits her teeth. Her nails dig into his skin. The need to let go consumed her. Her eyes widen, her lips tremble. She silently communicates to him that she needs him. She wants to be reassured that he will return the favor.

Stephen lifts her chin and nods at her.

He will be there when she let's go.

He will catch her when she falls.

Wanda makes the decision to trust him.

She then let's go.

She screams.

The dam explodes.

The emotions all come flooding out

She keeps going until there is nothing left.

Few moments later, Wanda cries.

She sobs loudly, tears stream down her cheeks. Stephen carefully lifts her up and carries her over to the couch. He sits down with her head on his lap. He strokes her hair and remains silent.

Eventually Wanda stops crying. She takes a deep breath and wipes the tears away. A box of tissues form in Stephen's hands.

"Here."

He places the box next to her.

"Thank you." She replies.

She grabs a bunch of tissues and wipes her eyes. She blows her nose causing the sorcerer to laugh.

"Charming." He said.

She tosses the tissues into the trash and sighs loudly.

"That felt so good." Wanda said.

He nods.

"I agree with that."

Wanda sits up and waves her hand.

The clothes return to their bodies.

"Uh, thanks." He said, sounding awkward.

She responds with a shrug.

"You must be hungry?" He said. Her stomach rumbles. He laughs at that. "I take that as a yes then."

He stands up.

"What about the mess?" She asks.

He rolls his eyes and waves his hand.

The table becomes clean, and the items return to their original positions.

"No problem." He grins. Then his face turns serious. "But Wanda, I am serious when I said Wong can't know about this."

"I hope our paths do not cross." She grimaces. "He will not be pleased to see me."

Stephen couldn't argue with her on that. She is right. Wong wouldn't be happy to see her.

"So food?" Stephen said, changing the subject.

"Want some help?"

"Sure." He points at her hands. "Wash your hands first."

She rolls her eyes. He shakes his head. "I mean it, no food until your hands are clean."

"Old habits never die, huh?" She said. "Dr Strange?"

She is referring to his former job. The days when he would scrub his hands for surgery.

Stephen folds his arms.

"It is basic hygiene, Wanda."

"I know." She raises her hands and smiles. "I know."

After washing her hands, Wanda joins Stephen in the kitchen. Stephen watches her as she chops up the vegetables. It fascinated him seeing the Scarlet Witch doing something so mundane.

Sometimes Stephen forgot what it is like to have a normal life. The concept of a normal daily life seemed so foreign to him now.

Yet here he is with Wanda making dinner. This felt like a dream. It didn't seem real.

It is real.

What they did, the sex, that was real as well. All this is real.

He then saw Christine's smiling face. She bumps her hip against his as she goes around the kitchen.

He turns round and goes to follow her.

Wanda looks over her shoulder. She gives him a small smile.

"It's okay." She said. "I see Vision all the time. I am seeing him now as we speak."

She read his mind.

Stephen shakes his head.

"Wanda, we need to set some boundaries."

"Hmm?"

"The mind reading needs to stop. It is an invasion of my privacy."

She puts down the knife.

"I'm sorry." She said. "It just happens. I can't exactly switch it on and off. You are an open book to me."

"We'll work on it." He assures her. "We'll figure it out okay?"

She nods.

"Okay." She said quietly.

Stephen hesitates.

"Are we doing the right thing?" He asks.

"You know the answer to that question Stephen."

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"It feels wrong but also feels right?"

"Yes." She raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop this?"

"No."

He is sure on that. He didn't want this to stop.

Stephen rests his hand on hers. Wanda locks her fingers with his.

After several beats of silence, Stephen said.

"We got this?"

Wanda squeezes his hand. She smiles at him.

"We got this." She answers.

We got this.

The End

[bea28]

Heartache

The fanart in the center is from tasya_rey on instagram.

I needed some more motivation to finish my final project in college.. so i did this to get my creativity back.

I based this on Andrews efforts on comforting Neil after a nightmare.

said efforts consists on:

a night drive after both of them woke up when Neil had a nightmare.

(He woke up kicking and screaming, it took andrew about 15 minutes calm him down enough to be able to tell him what he dreamed about. Andrew would kill the ones who did this to his boy if they weren't dead already)

-

a cup of tea and shared cigarettes when they finally got back and Neil needed one last thing to finally settle down and attempt sleep again.

(Andrew held him tight and watched him doze off)

-

a cozy morning, sleeping in because Andrew refused to wake Neil up after a bad night.

(and not that he would say it out loud, but andrew didn't get much sleep himself, too worried Neil would wake up in a panic again. So he let himself enjoy the comfort of their bed till late)

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Kisses in rooftops, that later were transferred back to their bed, were andrew used actions to show Neil everything he couldn't say out loud.

("you can trust me" he said through soft touches

"i'll care for you" he said with slow kisses

"i've got you" was said with gentle guiding hands

"i love you" he said with his lips kissing every scar on Neil's body.

With a hand on Neil's heart and eyes connected,

Andrew hoped Neil could read every feeling deep inside his chest, every thought and word left unsaid,

when a tear rolled down Neils face, and a small smile appeared in his lips

andrew knew they felt the same, no need to say what was already known for the both of them).

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Shared showers and kisses

one thing about andrew, is that contrary to popular belief (foxes) he loves taking care of Neil. That's why that day, his mission was one and one only, show Neil all his love and care.

Then he found himself in the shower, washing and rinsing Neils hair, massaging and kissing Neils body as it was to be worshiped (and for andrew.. it was)

When they got out, andrew fetched them their comfiest clothes, ordered food and they sat down to watch movies (Disney as per Neil's request).

The rest of the day was uneventful, but andrew watched Neil closely nonetheless. Neils eyes were clear now.. but he couldn't forget the panic and heart break he saw in those blue eyes when Neil looked at him after his nightmare, he hoped to never see that again, even though he knew he would.

Deep down, he wished to forever be the one to help Neil through these nights, over and over again as many times Neil needed him to.

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Neil's nightmare was a memory of when he and his mother were caught by his fathers men. Instead of enduring what he had to, his mother somehow convinced Nathan that Neil was the one to blame for everything. Then she watched while Neil was tortured by his father.

He begged his mom to help him over and over again, to get him out of there.

But she didn't care, as long as she wasn't the one at the mercy of Nathans hands and Neil remained alive.. she didn't care.

After Neil passed out, Nathan told her to sew Neil back together and call him when Neil woke up. She of course.. took the chance to drag Neil and run again.

When he woke up, he didn't have a choice but follow his mother again.

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If you want to, listen to "Holding on to heartache by Louis Tomlinson" i think is a great song for Andrew and Neil.

idk. is a great fucking song over all, just listen to it with our babies history in mind. you'll see.

[coff-in]

Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? She didn't want to have children.

notes from coff-in: bro,,, i feel embarrassed!! this isn't my best work!!! i read a lot of yandere stuff but you can tell that i struggled here with yandere characterization of andrew and then also talking about pregnancy and such. i do think andrew is a horndog.

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert, +18 writing/NSFW (sex), talk/mention of pregnancy and abortion

Guys… yandere Andrew does so hard in my mind. I fucking love yanderes and just obsessive people in general. (I need him carnally–)

The few Yandere Andrew fics and headcanons I see usually take place in the Decay route, so I’m going to do the same for this piece if you don’t mind!

After killing Ashley, maybe Andrew met [reader] and found her to be similar to Ashley so he decides to use her as a substitute. Or maybe Andrew always knew [reader] since they were kids and wanted to have her for a long time, but worried that Ashley would drive her away.

It would still allow Andrew to date Julia but instead of using her to project his feelings for Ashley, he projects his feelings for [reader].

These projections may or may not include rough breeding sessions. Andrew would use a condom with Julia but he really wishes he was stuffing [reader]’s warm and wet womb with his seed. I bet he thinks about [reader]’s hips a lot or how her tits would swell up with milk once she gets knocked up.

(Teehee).

Andrew sort of wishes that he could keep Ashley around so she could meet his future children with [reader]. He could imagine them living in a nice house with plenty of room for the kids to grow (he’d probably want a son and daughter…), [reader] would be in the living room playing with the kids while Andrew watches from a doorway. He’d stare adoringly at the love of his life and their little bundles of joy.

Auntie Ashley would come to visit and cause mischief with the kids. She’d tell embarrassing stories of her and Andrew while he stammers to not tell his kids that and [reader] would laugh.

Sadly Ashley wanted to keep playing with Andy and wanted [reader] out of the picture, so Andrew had to cut Ashley out first.

Ah. I’m getting a little off-topic. [reader] would be staying near the Graves in the city this entire, oblivious to her obsessive Andrew and his dead sister Ashley. Once Andrew comes to visit [reader] for the first time since the quarantine he tells her that “poor Ashley died in the fire at the apartments and Julia broke up with him during the quarantine”.

Andrew looked pathetic. Standing in front of your door, sweaty and tired from wandering around the city looking for your address (and definitely not from killing his sister or something). [reader] looked up at him and sighed. Poor guy, losing his girlfriend and sister in such a short period of time…

“Well… you could crash here on the couch for a while until you get back on your feet. I can help you look for a job.” [reader] moved over to the side of the open door to invite him in, “Don’t worry too much about the rent. Just try not to make a mess and we’ll be good.” Andrew drew close to [reader] and pulled her into a hug, his hand resting in her hair and the other wrapped around her waist to pull her close. If only she could see the dark smile on his lips… she would’ve never opened that fucking door.

“You’re too good for me, [reader].”

However long it takes before you guys start dating is up to you, but just know that he’s dicking you down almost every night. Folding [reader] in half on her– their bed as just fucking plowing into her. An obsessive yandere Andrew would poke holes in the condom without [reader] knowing.

He’s always touching [reader], too. Resting his head in the crook of [reader]’s neck and laying his hands on her stomach hoping to feel a baby bump, fantasizing about the little baby he made growing inside of her.

Once the pregnancy tests come back positive, [reader] tries to tell Andrew that maybe they should abort the fetus. She’s not ready to become a mother yet, but Andrew’s enthusiasm makes it hard for her to get a single word out.

Andrew’s not pleased when [reader] finally tells him about her thoughts. He loves [reader], of course, he does, but he wants to have a family with [reader]. One that he never got with his parents or Ashley.

Andrew sat on the bed next to [reader], the mattress dipping under his weight. He placed a gentle hand on her back and rubbed it between her shoulder blades. She doesn’t look up from her hands.

“Hey… hey, don’t worry, honey. I’m sure we’ll be wonderful parents. We have an idea what not to do, don’t we?” Andrew joked. He pulled [reader] into his arms and held her close to his chest. “As long as we’re together, things will go alright.”

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coff-in

[deadly-espresso]

So just for fun I ended up running a description of my OC Troy Andrews through this Mary Sue detector on character.ai and I got this... honestly thought the AI would say "yep, definitely Mary Sue material".

(If you're curious about what exact input I gave to AI, it was this:)

Name: Troy Andrews

Age: Physically 19 years od

Gender: Male, but that doesn't really matter.

Species: Trojan Horse, also a ghost (he was formerly human)

Height: 5'5, Weight: 96 lbs

Appearance: Skinny guy with fair skin and pink hair. He has magenta eyes, but you wouldn't see those that often because he wears a mask that resembles a bunny's head. He wears a pink shirt with white cuffs, dark magenta shorts, black tights, and pink boots.

Backstory: Troy Andrews was once a human who lived in New Jersey. In high school, he had a crush on a girl named Jenny who didn't reciprocate his feelings, and he got so butthurt over it he tried to murder the man who'd become Jenny's future husband. The murder attempt failed and Jenny's future husband accidentally dropped him off a bridge. Troy drowned to death, but came back as a ghost who harbors a great vengence torwards Jenny.

Powers: Troy's body is made of plasma (think of the ectoplasma for ghosts), and due to this he can clip through stuff. Troy is able to possess and manipulate electonic technology in whatever way he wishes, which he uses for scamming people and hijacking computers. Troy is able to change shape, which can include things such as changing his apparent state of matter, altering his anatomical features, or appearing as a completely different person. Despite being malware, antivirus software is not effective on Troy due to not being a program, but a person. Troy is capable of mimicking voices with relative ease, which helps to strengthen the quality of his disguises. Troy is also able to write malware programs such as spyware and form grabbers. Troy cannot be killed due to already being dead, as he is a ghost, and is also very difficult to contain due to physical barriers being ineffective on him.

Weaknesses: Although Troy is a ghost, he cannot possess human beings unless they are unconscious, on the verge of death, mentally incapacitated, or are willing to be possessed. Troy's shapeshifting and voice changing sometimes show visual and auditory glitches, and he can lose control of his powers given enough stress.

Fun Facts:

Troy's favorite game console is the NES.

Troy is straight, and he hates people perceiving him as being "gay".

Troy has undiagnosed erotomania (I.e. the delusion that one believes someone else is in love with them)

Troy hates his natural height, and also he hates slash fic.

Troy is the kind of person to eat chewing gum.

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Twelve

Day: Monday, November 13th Time: 7:15 AM EST

"Could you at least tell me why you brought a racquet into that room?" "Do you own a gun?" Neil asked, and when Betsy shook her head, said, "Imagine you did. One night you wake up because you hear someone moving around in your house. You have the right to confront them and, not knowing whether or not they're armed, are smart enough to bring your gun with you. If he attacks you and you fire on him, the police will call it justified self- defense. I don't have a gun, but I had a racquet." "I understand what you're getting at, but no one else suspected Andrew was in any trouble," Betsy said. It wasn't really a question, so Neil didn't answer. When they stopped at the next red light, Betsy considered Neil in silence. Only when the light turned green again did she say, "There is a fine line between self-defense and premeditated murder here, Neil. Why did you bring the racquet upstairs?" At length Neil grudgingly said, "I knew who Drake was." "How? Did Andrew tell you about him?" "He told me parts of the story, not enough," Neil said. "I knew the Oakland police were investigating the Spears and I knew Cass's son was a Marine. I can't take on a Marine in a fair fight. That's why I grabbed my racquet." Neil stared out the window and wished the conversation was already over. "I gave it to Aaron so I could break down the door, and I didn't have time to take it back." "You stormed the room," Betsy said. "What did you see?" "Drake attacking Andrew," Neil said. It was the truth, but it felt like a lie as it rolled off his tongue. Three words were a pathetic description of what he'd walked in on. "I was off-balance from kicking in the door, so Aaron was faster than I was. He caught Drake right here." He touched his head where his racquet had shattered Drake's skull. "It was a heavy, so it only took one hit. If Andrew gave you the p-card, that means the police are keeping my racquet, aren't they?" "Would you want it back?" Betsy asked. "Do you have any idea how much it cost?" Neil asked. "Yes, I want it back." "It wouldn't bother you that it was used as a murder weapon?" "It didn't kill anyone important."

Art used with permission by Masthya. Thank you @masthya

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless Part 17 sorry for not posting yesterday

“So, di Angelo."

"I'm hopeless aren't I?"

"I mean there's still hope, you just need to not mess up.”

“I’m not good at that.”

“Luckily for you there’s motivation.”

“What?”

“You can’t lie until you and Nico kiss."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

"Calm down, what are you hiding anyways Solace."

"When I heal people I feel all their pain, I almost killed myself, I'm useless, I'm hopelessly in love with someone who is halfway to death, I glow in the dark, I'm only alive on necter and ambrosia, I would kill every single Demeter kid right now if I could, I pass out really often but I can feel it before hand so I hide in my office when it's about to happen so no one knows. Fuck. Shit." Will ran towards the forest with tears in his eyes but Piper ran after him,

"Wait." Piper charmspoke when they were in the middle of the forest, it was dangerous but neither of them cared in that moment.

"Oh fuck you, leave me alone."

"Will-"

"If you tell anybody a word of what I said I swear to Apollo I will rip you apart limb for limb McLean." Piper shivered, Will couldn't lie...

"Breathe. In and out, I'm going to unpack a bit of what you said alright? If it's too much tell and I'll stop." Will just nodded barely breathing as Piper sat down beside him, "You feel everyone's pain when you heal them?"

"It's a trade off, if people knew they wouldn't let me heal everyone."

"Doesn't that mean you're almost constantly in pain?"

"It's worth it."

"What do you feel right now?"

"Broken rib, last time I healed Nico. I mean I feel other things from a week ago but they all would have healed a bit by now so it's not as bad. I've been on painkillers anyways, practically high on them at this point."

"That's-"

"-not heathly, I'm fully aware but I don't give two fucks."

"Alright, you tried to kill yourself? Why? Are you alright?"

"After the Manhattan battle, Michael and Lee... I was on the bridge but I met someone there. We convinced each other to not jump, I realised I couldn't leave Kay and Austin alone. They lost two older brothers in the war, they wouldn't be losing a third. I still sometimes wish I'd done it, but they can't be alone."

"Will, show me your wrists."

"No, fuck off."

"Will-"

"Don't act like you fvcking care, leave me alone."

"Will, I care. I just want to make sure you're okay, don't make me charmspeak you."

"Fine." Will muttered in tears, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. His arms were covered in shallow, red, cuts, Piper counted 14 on one arm and 17 on the other. She pulled the crying boy into a hug,

"I'm here for you."

"I feel so useless, I've never been on a quest, I can barely fight, I'm not half as good of a healer as Micheal was. Everyone would be better off without me, the Demeter kids agree."

"Never say that again okay? Almost all of camp would be dead without you."

"I couldn't save them, it's my fault."

"You still saved all those people; you didn't kill anyone Will."

"I didn't help them either, it's my fault they died."

"No it's not, you tried to save them."

"But I didn't."

"You can't save everyone, some people are too close to dying."

"I should have saved them."

"It's impossible to save everyone, some people are too close to death."

"Micheal could have done it."

"People die Will, death is a part of existence. You can't delay every death, it's not your fault."

"It's the only good thing about me, healing people. If I can't do that well enough what's the point of me living?"

"William Andrew Solace listen to me, you can't save everyone. Even then you're worth more than your power, clearly considering I've had twelve people come to me asking how to make you like them. You're cool, funny, loyal, ridiculously smart as in smarter than half the Athena cabin, and you actually genuinely care about everyone."

"It's just, when they die on my watch. I feel like I killed them." A few second's of silence passed,

"When was the last time you cut?" Piper asked with caution not trying to upset Will any more then he already was.

"Two days ago, when I thought Nico might not make it. The thought of him dying, fuck." A tear rolled down his face and he pulled away from the daughter of Aphrodite.

"I'm going to find you a therapist okay? Do you think that'll help?"

"Yes, but I'm too scared to open up to people. Fvcking curse, I really want to punch Lou Ellen right now."

"I'll find someone that can help."

"Thank you."

"Do you want to talk more or is it too much?"

"Too much."

"Alright, just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Nico's halfway to death?"

"Yes, I want to lock him in the infirmary because I don't know how much longer he'll last with the amount he's eating and drinking."

"Shit."

"Weren't you meant to be giving me advice on how I can get him to like me?" Trying to change the topic, he wasn't exactly meant to be telling people this stuff.

"Oh rightttt that's what I was meant to be doing."

"I'm slightly more hopeful then I was a week ago, at least now I know he's gay."

"Who told you?" Piper asked reaching for her dagger,

"Nico...? We were playing twenty questions and I asked him if he was straight."

"Ohhh okay, so I don't need to kill anyone."

"I don't think so...?"

"Great, so Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. I think... show him you care but don't worry about him too much, honestly just be normal with him, he doesn't get that from most people. The most important thing, give him space but don't let him push you away, he does that a lot."

"Thanks McLean."

"It's my job." Piper said, messing up his hair.

"You said twelve people came to you trying to date me, who exactly were they?"

"Well it's meant to be confidential, but one of them was Leo when he first met you. Don't tell him told you, he will kill me."

"Leo Valdez? That's unexpected."

"The more you know Solace, the more you know. Anyways I should probably go, me and Annabeth are dying Percy's hair red."

"What?!"

"He's the little mermaid so naturally we're kidnapping him and dying his hair red."

"Well I wish you luck and I can't wait to see red-head Percy."

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