#and i cant recall the last time i read one of his that was nicely done

[theredcuyo]

You see, i keep thinking about fics sending characters back in time and how they just fix everything and they're sweet and i love them but also

There's things you just can't change, you know?

How would a 8 year old fucking stop a traffic accident on the other side of his city, not even the country they're in

How does a child prevent someone somehow from getting an illness that will kill them, both psycological and not

I'd love a story where yeah, they fix what could be fixed but stomp into walls that just couldn't be prevented, not having money for the doctor, personalities that just won't do as they wish, people forgetting or ignoring a kid's advice, someone that needed more than a few words to turn away from certain paths

And i don't mean it in a "Destiny finds a way" type of thing, they can do stuff, they really can, but somethings go far, far away from their capabilities

[sebscore]

Hello! Same anon from the charles x sister ask (not the dentist one). I love the recent fic! I cant think of anything specific that I would love to read, maybe just some cute sibling fluff between charles and reader, if not all the siblings? Thanks, you’re doing great!!

A SILVERSTONE WEEKEND | LECLERC BROTHERS

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / pierre gasly x leclerc!reader / ollie bearman x leclerc!reader / isa hernáez x leclerc!reader

warnings: reader is a teenager. mention of flying. swearing.

author's note: thanks for the leclerc!sister resurrection on my blog! I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it!

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Silverstone was the first race of the new racing season the youngest Leclerc sibling attended. Her summer break had just started and a small trip to England seemed the right way to celebrate the end of the school year.

Since her brothers were already in England, she had to travel on her own as her mother had to stay in Monaco for work. It had been an anxious experience, but Lorenzo would pick her up at the airport and right away they would drive to the circuit to watch Arthur's sprint race and Charles' qualifying.

''Did they take care of you on the plane?'' The eldest brother hadn't been too keen on his little sister traveling alone without any kind of chaperone to accompany her.

Y/N nodded her head, handing her suitcase to her brother. ''Yeah, they were very nice to me,'' she eased his worries, ''but can you tell Charles that I'm fine with flying coach? I was the only person sitting in first class, it was embarrassing sitting there all alone.'' She was grateful her brother had gotten her a great seat on the plane, but she found all the luxuries a bit unnecessary.

Lorenzo laughed at words, imagining his sister sitting all alone while stewardesses attend to her every need. ''He wanted to be sure you had people there to help you in case you needed it,'' his hand moved to hold his sister's, ''by the way, at first he wanted to put you on a private plane, so be grateful you got to fly commercial.''

They made their way out of the airport and into his car, on their way to Silverstone. It would take them about an hour to get there, maybe with some extra traffic. ''How did Arthur's qualifying go yesterday? I didn't check it.'' She asked him, after sending their mother a message that she had arrived safely.

''P2, so today he starts P11 and tomorrow he's on the front row.'' Lorenzo answered her, explaining Arthur's starting positions. ''That's great.''

''Have you eaten anything?''

Y/N shook her head. ''No, I woke up too late and didn't have time to eat breakfast, and I didn't eat anything on the plane, because I was scared everything would, uh, come back up again.''

''You still get sick on planes? How many times have you flown now.'' Lorenzo chuckled, surprised his sister still got motion sickness while on planes.

She shrugged her shoulders. ''It's not like I have control over it, Enzo.''

''We'll eat at the track then, they have a lot of good stuff there.''

Eventually, they arrived at the circuit and walked to the Ferrari hospitality. It was Y/N's first time at the British Grand Prix, so she attentively observed the F1 paddock. The oldest and youngest sibling ran into an old family friend, Pierre Gasly. ''Enzo and Little Leclerc.'' He greeted them, hugging Lorenzo and giving Y/N a peck on the cheek.

''It's been a while since I last saw you, Y/N!'' Pierre said, not even being able to recall when he last saw the young girl. ''I know, it's good to see you.''

She was quite close with the Frenchman as their families were. They had been on vacations together and of course she would see him when she came to support Charles. Her brother and the Alpha Tauri driver even used to be in charge of babysitting her when she was still a toddler, although that didn't always go as planned.

''She finally has a break from school.'' Lorenzo explained to him, his arm going around her shoulder. Pierre nodded, forgetting sometimes that the girl still went to school.

He ruffled her hair. ''I have to go, but root for me, alright? I'm still your favorite driver, I hope?'' Pierre joked, referring to the time Y/N had teased Charles by saying that Pierre was her favorite Formula 1 driver.

''Yeah, of course,'' she jokingly rolled her eyes, ''bye, Pierre!'' They bid him goodbye and wished him luck in the qualifying later.

After a few more minutes of walking, they made it to the Ferrari hospitality where they could already see Arthur, Joris, Andrea and Charles waiting for them at one of the tables. As soon as the latter saw his younger sister, he stood up and embraced her in a hug. ''You're finally here.'' Charles sighed.

She smiled up at him and walked around the table greeting everyone else. ''I for sure thought you would step on the wrong plane and get lost.'' Arthur teased her, ruffling her hair like Pierre did earlier.

Y/N took the seat in-between Charles and Arthur, wanting to sit near her brothers as the new environment and people made her a bit uneasy. ''Yeah, you wish I got lost.''

Lorenzo offered to get himself and his sister some food, to which she protested saying that she should at least help him with it. ''No, no! You catch up with everyone, it's no big deal.'' She hesitated, but ultimately gave up and let him go alone.

''Maman send us your grades, they were really good!'' Charles spoke up, the picture of her school results popping into his mind. Y/N nodded, proud of herself for the great results. ''Thank you.''

''She send them to everyone in her contact book.'' Arthur commented, getting a laugh out of everyone. ''I even got a message saying how you had the best results in your class.'' Andrea added, the youngest Leclerc's grades had been the topic of the week.

Charles sat up straight, suddenly remembering something. ''Oh, yeah! We got you something, to congratulate you!'' He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a crumpled white envelope.

He handed it over to his sister, letting his arm hang around the back of her chair. ''It's from your lovely brothers.'' The grins on Arthur and Charles' faces gave her some trust issues about this ''gift''.

''If it's another signed picture of Arthur, I don't want it.'' She pretended to hand the envelope over again. The brothers laughed but shook their heads, that joke had become outdated after the countless times the youngest brother had pulled it. ''It's not that! It's actually something serious this time.'' Arthur assured her, coming across as genuine.

Y/N hesitantly opened the envelope, revealing multiple gift cards for several luxury fashion brands like Chanel, Dior and Versace. She observed the cards with wide eyes, in disbelief her brothers would actually get her a useful gift.

''Oh, thank you so much!'' Her arms first went around Charles, giving him a kiss on the cheek and afterwards doing the same with Arthur.

Bright smiles appeared on the brother's faces, delighted that their baby sister liked their gift. ''You can go shopping with Maman or Charlotte when you're back home.'' Charles suggested. ''Or Carla?'' Arthur added, including his girlfriend.

Lorenzo made it back to their table, holding a plate of pasta for the young girl. ''Oh, you already got your gift! You like it, Chérie?'' It had been a last-minute kind of situation to get her the cards, having to wait whether her grades were good or not.

''Yeah, thank you so much, Enzo!'' Just like before with Charles and Arthur, she gave her oldest brother a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

''Eat up now!''

''Arthur Leclerc crossed the line to take the win!''

Y/N proudly watched her brother take the checkered flag, already making her way to the barricades with her siblings to congratulate him on the victory. Much to her surprise, the first person Arthur ran up to was his sister instead of his engineer or other two brothers.

Normally she would push his sweaty form away, but this time she reciprocated the firm grip he had on her. ''You looked so cool, Thur! It was awesome!'' She practically yelled, not sure how much he could actually hear of it.

Arthur was semi-relieved he had his helmet on, knowing his sister would have teased him for a long time if she had seen the big smile that appeared on his face. He felt a hint of pride in himself as it was the first time Arthur was called ''cool'' by his younger sibling, at least the first time he had heard the words come out of her own mouth.

''Can we get a picture with the four Leclercs?'' One of the photographers asked them, holding his camera up. The three brothers glanced at their sister, knowing she isn't used to getting her picture taken like the rest of them. Y/N slowly nods her head, putting her arm around Charles' waist.

Arthur took a step back, taking off his helmet and balaclava for the photo. ''Do I look fine?'' He asked no one in particular.

''No, but it will do.'' She teased him, resulting in a slap on the arm from him.

The Formula 3 champion of the day wiped some sweat from his face before reaching his arm over his sister's shoulder. The four of them smile for the camera and wait until the photographer gives them a thumbs up.

''Arthur, you stink.'' Y/N tried to take a step away from him, but he pulled her back into him and rubbed his sweaty face all over the top of her hair. ''Ew! Get away from me!'' She pushed him off of her, her disgusted expression amusing her brothers very much.

''Leclerc, get on the podium!''

Y/N couldn't help but take out her phone and film as her brother took the top step, proudly lifting his trophy in the air and spraying the champagne around. She sent the video to their mom, who couldn't have been more delighted for her son's first F3 win of the season.

''Oh, this bitch.'' Y/N mumbled to herself as Arthur was nowhere in sight.

Not too long after his podium ceremony, she had to use the bathroom. Arthur had suggested she used the one at the Prema hospitality as it was the closest one to them. Charles had to go get ready for his own race and Lorenzo joined him, telling the two youngest to meet them at his Ferrari garage.

Arthur said he would wait for her outside the bathroom and that they would go together, since the youngest Leclerc was unfamiliar with the space and their mother would kill the three brothers if they lost her. Yet, no Arthur in sight.

Y/N stood frozen in her place, not wanting to snoop around looking for her brother and potentially walk into the wrong room.

''You okay there?'' A thick British accent interrupted her internal panic, slightly flinching at the sudden appearance of someone.

She turned around and was met with a guy she guessed was around her age, and towered a bit over her. He looked familiar, she just couldn't seem to place him. ''Uh, yeah, uh, my brother- he was supposed to wait for me here and now he's gone…'' She managed to stutter out, feeling nervous under the young man's gaze.

''Arthur was called down by one of the team members to discuss the race, that can take while actually.'' He explained his absence, pointing at one of the rooms where Arthur seemed to be.

Y/N nodded, understanding. ''Ah, wait- you know my brother?'' She frowned, she didn't even tell him it was Arthur she was looking for.

The guy nervously chuckled, realizing she had no idea who he was. ''Yeah, we're teammates! I'm Ollie, Ollie Bearman.''

''Oh my god, of course! You were on the podium as well, congrats.'' Maybe she should start to pay more attention to the jobs of her brothers. ''Sorry, it's the first time I've been to a Grand Prix this year.'' She apologized.

''It's okay, really,'' Ollie brushed it off, ''you need to get somewhere or?''

She nodded her head. ''My brother is racing and I need to get to the Ferrari garage, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to get there.''

''Well if you want I can get you to the F1 paddock? I don't have a special pass, so I can't show you where the garage is, unfortunately.'' He suggested, a soft smile settled on his face.

His offer to help her brought a red blush to her cheeks. ''That would be really sweet, thank you so much.''

''Don't worry about it.'' The walk to the entrance of the F1 paddock hadn't been too long, but long enough so the young pair could get to know each other more.

In the beginning it was a little hard to get the conversation going as this was the first time the two ever met, but soon enough Ollie was sharing stories about his young karting days and his little sister's show jumping. ''My mum didn't want her to do karting.''

Y/N chuckled. ''Mine was the same! My dad always tried to persuade her, but it never worked.'' Pascale had seen the bruises her son's would come home with, there was no way she would let her daughter have the same.

''You've never karted then?''

''I've done it a few times with my brothers, but they always make it into a competition and it's not fun that way.'' She explained, recalling the few times she did go karting and ended up almost being pushed off the track by Charles and Arthur.

''I get that- oh, here we are.'' They had arrived at the entrance, both of them a bit disappointed that they had to part ways already. ''I don't think it should be too hard to find out where the garage is once you're inside.'' He assured her.

''Thanks, Ollie,'' she smiled at him, ''I really appreciate it.''

His face mirrored hers. ''No problem, uh, I'll see you around then?'' He hoped to see more of the Leclerc girl, she was very charming and unlike Arthur had claimed to him and Jak, she seemed greatly intelligent.

''Yes, I'll see you, bye!'' Y/N offered a small wave and turned around to make her way into the paddock, hoping that one way or another she would find her brother's garage.

Ollie's assurance that it wouldn't be too hard to find was the biggest lie she had heard all day. She already doesn't have the best sense of orientation and the large amount of people roaming the paddock, weren't making it any easier.

An idea popped into her head, one that she should have come up with from the beginning.

Phoning up her brothers.

Charles wasn't going to pick up, that was a given. So then she tried Lorenzo whose phone must have either died or put on silent since it didn't even go through. The last option was Arthur and like she thought, that man was never going to answer one of her calls ever. At least they couldn't say that she didn't try.

But someone must have listened to her prayers. ''Y/N?'' A voice next to her pulled her out of her thoughts, a hand laid on her shoulder. ''You okay?''

Y/N glimpsed to her side and saw Isa, Carlos' girlfriend, looking at her with concern in her eyes. ''Oh, I- I can't find my brothers.''

Isa's concerned expression changed to a relieved one, glad nothing too bad had happened to the young girl. ''I know where they are, come on.'' The older woman held out her hand, which Y/N immediately took.

''I haven't seen you since last year! How have you been?'' Her and Isa had met on a few other occasions ever since Carlos became Charles' teammate. She was very fond of her and the Spanish woman always complimented the girl.

''School just ended, so I'm doing really well.'' She nervously grinned, flustered about holding hands with her.

Isa laughed at her words. ''Oh, yeah! Charlotte said something about it, smartest girl of the class?'' She teased, quoting the words her friend had told her.

Turns out that the Ferrari garages hadn't been too far and she had been going the entirely wrong way as she and Isa were already making their way through the halls that would lead to Charles'.

''There you are!'' Lorenzo exclaimed upon noticing his sister walking in with Isa, running up to her and taking her into his arms. ''Thank you so much!'' He told Isa, who brushed it off and bid them goodbye to go support her boyfriend.

A guilty-looking Arthur appeared from behind Lorenzo. ''I'm so sorry! I wasn't away for that long, but when I got back you were already gone.'' He apologized, genuine regret audible in his voice.

''It's fine, Ollie helped me and I ran into Isa as well.'' She wasn't too mad about it, this was one of those things that she could blackmail him with for a long time.

''Ollie? My teammate? He helped you?'' The puzzled expression on Arthur's face caused a chuckle to escape.

Y/N nodded. ''Yeah, he brought me to the paddock! Very nice guy.'' The shy smile that played on her lips wasn't amusing to the youngest Leclerc brother.

''You made sure to thank him, right?'' Lorenzo didn't seem to mind that a young man her age had spent time with her, he was just relieved she had somehow found her way to them. ''Of course, Enzo.''

''What did you even talk about with him?'' Arthur continued asking, confused as to why his teammate wanted to help his sister in the first place.

His sister gave him a glare. ''One more question and I'm telling Maman you left me all alone, alright?'' The protective older brother act didn't suit Arthur at all.

''Let's focus on Charles now, okay? You two have had your moment to shine.'' Lorenzo interrupted.

''Hey! I could have been kidnapped or something!''

''Too bad you weren't- Auw! Enzo, she hit my arm!''

''You deserved it, Arthur.''

[redactahoe]

pretty darlin appreciation listener addition

this is a compellation of everyone finding darlin hot and darlin not getting it this is part 1 with all the relevent listeners and part 2 will include the boys this is inspired by @whorefordarlin btw

this might be long af

the only physical trait i give to trait is a beefy build and short hair tw: alot of simping shenanigans, mention of shitty foster care parents/neglectful parents, i cant spell so be warned

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angel:(set durring darlins first meeting back)

angel had no idea what to expect from this 'mysterious pack member'. but it definitely wasn't this. i mean give angel some credit with the way the pack described the pack member it made them out to be some sort biker gang delinquent with and eye patch or something! but no the person Infront of the angel was most definitely not what they expected.

they were about 6 inches taller than them and and had a very pretty face with all kinds of pretty piercings on it. they were wearing a patched up leather jacket with a tank top under neath, tattered but tight jeans, and some beat up combat boots. all of this layered on top of they're very broad frame.

"Hi, i'm angel! nice to meet you!" angel greets with a nervous but excited glint in their eyes.

"oh! davids mate right?, nice to meet you too." tanker greeted back and GOOODD!! their voice was so fucking sexy. their voice was deep with a slight rasp to it that made angels face go red and burst into a fit of flustered giggles.

thus began the slightly awkward conversation between angel and tanker before the pack meeting started. with a red faced angel barely being able to keep together and a very concerned tank trying to decipher what all the giggling means

"hey by the way i think i scared your mate...". the pack meeting finally ended. tank ad david were going some final things when tank brought up angels strange behavior's.

david let out an amused huff "pft- i don't think you have to worry about tanker." he had this amused all knowing smile spread across his face recalling the 5 minute rant angel went on about just how hot tanker was.

"i- what does that mean???"

"don't worry about"

babe:(set in a library near asher and babes apartment)

"baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe im bored.." asher was starting to remember why he disliked libraries so much. they were everything he wasn't, quiet.

"asher i told you that you didn't have to come in with me today" asher's fiancé thick accent rang out quietly through the room. today babe had been called in the fill the last few minutes of someone's shift at the library because they had to go home early.

but before asher could reply the bell at the front door rings out as a very familiar head of white hair is spotted

"well hey there tanker, what you doin' here?" asher genuinely forgot that tank actually loved reading but he loved teasing (lovingly) them about it. "i could ask you the same thing, aren't you the one who constantly complains about libraries being boring or something?" tanker sarcastically shot back.

babes head wiped around breaking out of their concentration at the new voice. so this was the elusive 'super hot biker that comes in every Saturday', as their coworkers described them.

and that description was pretty accurate. they had sharp, half lidded eye that had this twinkle to them that made babe feel like they were in a ya novel when the made eye contact with the very attractive wolf. they some how have both a baby face and a nice sharp jawline and the same time. their hair was cut short and was slightly messy that made them some how even hotter. they were dressed in a lazy zip up hoodie and a band t-shirt along with the forbidden grey sweat pants.

they were hypnotic, alluring, fucking enchanting they wer-

"hey you good?" a deep rasping voice snaped them out of their own spiral. making them realize that A. they had been starring at poor confused wolf and B. asher had this all knowing, shit eating grin spread across his stupidly handsome face.

"o-oh right, um h-how can i help you?" shit their all flustered now and probably made tanker uncomfortable as well

"ive just come to return these." they answered noticeably not making eye contact with them, and thankfully. babe didn't now if the could keep together any longer if they had to keep looking at those bewitching eyes of theirs.

tanker heaves the stack of books they were holding onto the counter. "um o-oh y-yeah okay, let me just...." babe trailed off as they focused back to their work.

the transaction went by pretty fast with tank and Asher playfully bantering back and forth all the while babe processed the book returns. eventually all books were processed and tank was off on their way. Asher turns to them with the same shit eating grin on his face and states "aren't i glad you met me before tanker huh?"

sweetheart:(first day at high school, they're childhood besties)

"its okay, im sure this new family and school will really click with you!" sweethearts social worker had always been an optimistic women even though both of them knew the women was partially lying.

rita had been sweethearts social worker since they 6. so she most likely knew the whole song and dance of sh being forgotten and then eventfully returned. but she didn't know was that a new family meant new neglectful parents but it also meant new asshole kids and new neglectful teachers.

"sure..." to be entirly honest with you they weren't exactly excited, with the old bullies it was easy to predict and avoid. but with new bullies there was always a learning period and those always hurt the worst.

but eventually and much to sweethearts dismay they arrived to their final destination, met their new family and unpack their things into their "bedroom'. though you couldnt really call it a bedroom, it was more like mattress and night stand in an unfinished basement but they've had worse.

it took awhile but sleep came and went. they were up and out of the door by 5 am sharp, theyve made it a habit to not stick around and 'be a bother'. they sat down at the bus stop and got emersed into a book, the wait would be long after all.

they were so emersed they didn't notice the warm body that sat next to them. that was until of course that person fell asleep and start to let a soft snore. turning to look at them had sweetheart slightly fluster but also worry.

they had remarkably clear skin for a 15 year old and had short but shaggy hair that fell over and framed their face almost perfectly. but on the other hand they dressed and had the general demeaner of a typical bully. the cool and Grundy punk style they had to them though didn't come of as forced like alot of the others, it looked so natural and so good on them, well good enough to make sweethearts teenage heart flutter.

......okay that may have been a bit of a stretch since the person was asleep, but this was a good opportunity to scope out a possible danger that didn't with sweetheart getting pummeled... hopefully.

a sharp and admittedly cute snort interrupted sh's thoughts as that person woke up. there was a bleary almost adorably clueless look in their eyes as they but two and two together on where they were.

they looked around and made eye contact with sweetheart, then looked down at the book they had. and smiled...... but then quickly looked straight ahead

why did they have to be so. god. damn. gorgeous????

and what makes it worse (read as: better) was that they didnt even know any one knew about this book!!!

"u- um do you like this series?"

why did the say?!?!?! what compelled sweetheart to blurt that out in the most awkward way possibl-

"oh um, yeah its actually my favorite..." there was a slight nervous chuckle at the end of that sentence that made sh's heart sore in ways they never felt before.

the question and reply started an unlikely friendship between the two that no one, not even sweetheart saw coming. all because sh' thought the were pretty and liked the same book

lovely:(lovely was getting repairs done on their guitar when tank walks in)

this was the worst.....

lovely couldn't believe they had to sit here in this ironically quit music store. it was days like these they wish Vincent could go out into sunlight. it would mean at the very least they would have him there to bored along with them. but alas that wasn't the case.

they heard that this store in particular was good at repairs with instruments and had decent prices though. it was a small music shop that was decorated with history music, old expensive instruments lined the walls with a few poster of famous rock a metal idols along with them.

the only other person in the store with them was this older Hispanic man that looked like a much older Gómez Addams

suddenly the man shot up from his seat as soon as the shop bell ringed.

" aye!!! i havent seen in awhile where have you been lobo?!" the older Hispanic man that was working on their guitar asked with excitement towards the person

"ive been busy old man, i cant just hang around the shop all day like i did when i was kid." the deep raspy voiced stranger responded with amusement.

and when they came just a little close..... they just were so pretty???

lovely didnt even know if it was just the lighting or something but they were prettier than Vincent! and Vincent was stage 10 pretty boy but this random person in this small little music shop was prettier!?!? now dont get them wrong they love Vincent very much but for a brief moment they considered snapping a picture and asking Vincent for a polycule with this random but very attractive stranger. all the while the stranger was conversation with the old clerk while he works on lovely's guitar they were able to get a good look at them.

they well built but like in that really hot muscular with a layer of softness over the muscles that made them look both very strong but very huggable, the had soft short hair that lovely would've broken bones to run their had through. in their eyes there was this mysterious almost teasing look to them that had lovely hooked and all types of hot and bothered. everything about them was just so tantalizing.

the stranger or lobo as the store clerk called them had this aura around them that could only be described as playful but mysterious and those scars looked so good. lovely didn't know many people in real live make having scars so sexy-

" how did you fuck up this thing so bad??" the older clerk cries throwing his hands on his head in distress snapped them out of their small simping spiral. when looking at what the old man was talking about they saw a well used and loved bass sitting on the counter, guitar was already finished and set off to the side.

the body of the bass was slightly cracked and the strings looked like they were a tap away from snapping.

"I told you've i've been busy...." lobo trailed off almost ashamed of the state of their bass"

the older man only mumbled something in spanish about bullshit excuses and turned of to call out to lovely, telling them he's done with the repairs and told them the price. they paid and excited the building only catching the beginning of a likely very hefty scolding about the importants of bass care.

they immediately whipped out their phone once out of ear shot and called Vincent.

"vinney you will not believe i just saw someone prettier that you!!!"

okay thats it for now thxs for reading, srry for any spelling mistakes

[villainanders]

been thinking a lot abt the handers power dynamic recently (particularly with nonmage hawke but to a lesser extent mage hawke too) of the entire city by act 3 apparently knowing anders (merrill presumably too tho i don't actually recall a point where this is ever stated) is an apostate but only not moving against him because of his proximity to hawke. this is like. scary and bad in any type of relationship but particularly a romantic one for obvious reasons and its only further highlighted by the way they actually get together.

obviously anders is deeply infatuated with hawke on a romance route, but despite how clearly on the table his feelings are ("i would drown us in blood to keep you safe" -guy who got flirted with once three years ago) they are obviously not in a relationship yet and (based on that awful dialogue with femhawke) he is scared to be! he doesn't want to hurt hawke and he literally had to mercykill the only other serious relationship he's ever had. the timing of their relationship is bizarre to begin with (per my last post) but what i really cannot stop thinking about is that if hawke doesn't immediately offer to move anders in with him after sex, anders brings up that he is in danger from the templars looking for him right now and it would be really really nice to have a safe place to stay! and as much as i've joke about how funny it is how uppity and "you used me!" anders gets if hawke just wants a one night stand... there really is a side to that that shows that anders saw this as somewhat transactional. (and there are other things that can be said in that regard abt sex within the circle but. i wont get into that.) like i don't really know how to read this other than anders liked hawke but was afraid to enter a relationship with them because he didn't want to hurt them, but decided to pursue it anyway for his own survival. which is like, a lot!!!

on a kind of similar note though this is actually why i love the way handers ends. anders lying to and manipulating hawke and ultimately making it so they can never go home and have lost everything they've built is obviously deeply deeply shitty. but like... their whole relationship was built on the foundation that was deeply deeply shitty no matter how much they loved each other and how much they didn't want their circumstances to be the case. i actually really like how completely the world is turned on its head and, if they choose to continue their relationship, they cant escape the past and everything they've been to each other, but they're also starting over outside of the rules of the world that defined them

[ndoandou]

Ikevamp bois playing modern games part 2

Vincent

Vincent is way into.. gartic phone

Qnd perhaps skribble.io

Like way into it

He would sit down 12 hours in front of the computer and guess what HES BEEN PLAYING GARTIC PHONE AND SKRIBBLE.IO IN A LOBBY OF RANDOMS

12 HRS IN HES STILL NOT DONE WITH BOTH GAMES

Hed obv speedrun a drawing in a short period of time and manage to make it look *chefs kiss*

Imagine if skribble.io had a vc feature tho

No no, like imagine if people were actually toxic in this goofy ahh game

They would yell down vincent down the mic telling him to go play with photoshop

Randoms are salty that vincent can draw and portray even the most ridicilous prompts which results him with the highest score always

Not to mention hes really good at guessing even the shittiest drawimgs from other ppl

"Broer how- that persons drawing looks ridicilous, even arthur's dog could draw that"

"Don't be mean theo! I could guess the drawing from the emotional connection i felt from it"

Jean

Jean has a shitty brick nokia phone

And he really loves playing snake II

No im serious

Well i suppose momte doesnt trust him with any other phones than that

the last time he was given a smartphone he downloaded some hack and slash game

took the word slash literally and then proceeded to cut the phone into two

comte was too stunned to speak

momte didn’t want his kids to miss out on gadgets but he cant have jean destroying his smartphone

BINGO! a nokia 3310 it is! 

jean didnt know how to react at first, but he found it easier to navigate and thats when he found out baout snake II

found it a bit pointless at first but despite saying that, he doesnt realize that thats the only thing he does besids fencing

snake II is his pre workout

the only thing he will be doing before his fencing practice

before meals

and before bed

‘‘jean are you sure you haven’t had enough of snake II..?’‘ comte asked causiously as he never know how his son Jean would react

jean looked at comte and stayed silent for a hot minute

‘‘no’‘

Napoleon

OK FLASH BACK TO MY E BOY NAPOLEON FANART FROM 2021

its official

He plays league of legends

Napoleon is deffo a jungle/top main

Jungle preferabbly

Bros actually cracked coz hed turn any non meta champs into an absolute beast

I see him being especially good with pantheon jungle

Hed play league with jean tbh

And jean would be a dedicated top

But i dont see jean being the best player..

No, like imagine napoleon defending jean from "top troll" and getting spammed "?" On his lane

Napo would literally go to that persons lane just to steal their minion last hits

If hes feeling extra hed even use pantheons ult to yeet over to that player to ks all the minions on that person's lane 😭

"Jgl troll gg"

Ok napo is actually not toxic and is rly nice to play with

Hed even supp for you if ur learning a new champ

Hes only toxic to people who are toxic to his buddies

Comte

Ill be honest

Comte looks like someone who would download all games from every ad pop up he gets

And im talking about anything gacha related

He does not care whether the game is explicit or not as long as he can collect pretty characters

Is he interested in the gameplay??? Probably not.

"For what reason did you spend $$$$$$ on xxx game???" Leonardo asked as he scrolled through comte's in game billings, cocking an eyebrow

"Hm? Well i simply wanted to collect all of these lovely looking characters."

"Without leveling up your characters?"

"Non"

"Do you understand how to play this game?"

Comte only looked at him with his unwavering smile

"honestly this is the most ridicilous spending ive witness from you, heh" Leo snorted

"Much appreciated, but i dont recal asking for any input, old friend" comte retorted

Leo looked at him and sighed

"Honestly at this point i shouldn't be surprised"

.

.

This took me forever to upload because i coulndn't figure what type of game comte would play then one day i was like AHAAAAA

Also i didn't proof read as always so pls dont chop my head off :"))

[secretpeaches]

solo trip, part four

part one, part two, part three idol bang chan x gn!reader words: 3.9k warnings: none really. some angst, sweet ending summary: strangers to friends to more than friends. reader finds out their partner cheated on them while traveling alone, chan helps them forget. note: wow i really took a month to write this...should i keep going? i still cannot thank everyone enough for reading this series, love u all so much thank u for bearing with me <3 please look forward to the next series i have planned, and of course requests are open if anyone has ideas for me! thank u thank u

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after chan had left, leaving you with a kiss to your hand, you were left alone in your hotel room wishing the moment had lasted longer. you wished you could see his face for just one more second. each detail was seared into your brain, but you replayed every second as you got ready to sleep so the memories wouldn't fade.  his beautiful smile was the one thing you kept imagining. the effects of the alcohol had worn off by that point, but you still felt like your head was spinning from his smile alone.

you thought of the moment he held you when you cried into him. after all the stress and exhaustion, the memory was a bit hazy in your mind, but you couldn't forget how warm he felt, and how safe he made you feel. so many things happened at the club in such a short amount of time, it was hard to recall everything.

another day was over, and again you were in your hotel with your mind buzzing. you wanted to turn your phone off, to not be reminded of a certain other person that may bother you, but you wanted to text chan. there were so many thoughts in your head, most of which about how you just admitted to yourself that you wanted more than just friendship with him. you questioned yourself, am i crazy? we just met, is it okay to feel this way? should i tell him now? how should i tell him? should i just do it?

another day was over, meaning there would only be one full day left before you would be leaving to return home. every time your heart fluttered at the thought of holding chan’s hand, or resting your head on his shoulder, or his arm sneaking around your waist, you had to remind yourself that once you left, it would all be long distance, and you wouldn’t be able to experience any of that again for a long time. you questioned if even going for it with him was worth it.

in your bed, in the dark of the hotel room, you buried your face in your pillow. you weren’t really sad, but you wanted to cry again. you had no idea how this would work. obviously it didn’t work with your ex when the moment you were apart from them they cheated on you. chan is a man you just met, you cant give him your full trust just yet. but still, after everything that’s happened between you, you felt like you already have.

you wanted to scream. this didn’t feel fair. how could the nicest man you’ve ever met be presented in front of you at the worst possible moment? this was exactly why you never believed in fate, it was always painfully unfair, and now you were falling victim to it too.

chan felt the same way.

as he snuck back into his dorm, thankfully, it was dark enough that he could slip away into his room quietly without his nosy members asking him why he was dressed so nice at this time of night. from behind a closed door he could hear his other dorm mates yelling over each other, presumably playing some video game by jisung’s influence (a distraction he had come up with so they wouldn’t hear chan coming back). he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while. jisung’s warning to him was true. all of this was impossible, but he wanted it to work so badly. 

in the short time he had known you, his feelings for you only grew the more he interacted with you and the more he spent time with you. he cared about you, whether that be as a friend or something more. it was his decision to go with you to the club, even though he knew you were leaving. he made the conscious choice of getting closer to you despite that fact. he knew that in two more days, or one day now, you’d be gone. he had never considered anything long distance before, but maybe for you he would. the thought that you might leave his life forever, or even just be out of his reach, made his insides twist into a knot.

the newly made memories of you happily dancing in front of him, tripping and falling into him, the way you felt in his arms when he held you, your flushed cheeks when he left your hotel, every moment with you, it all flew around in his head. 

he reached for his phone, staring at the tiny keyboard. he could just admit all his feelings to you right now, while everything was fresh in his mind. he typed it out multiple times but ultimately deleted it all, settling for something much simpler.

chan: im home now, i hope youre asleep! 

chan: i had such a good time tonight <3

by that point, you were already asleep. you had fallen asleep with your phone in your hand, your confession to chan left unfinished in the notes of your phone.

chan stayed up late, unable to sleep as it usually was for him. he sat at his desk in his room, working endlessly at his laptop. even though he was going to be busy the entirety of the next day, he was still staying up late, pouring out his heart and frustrations into his music. eventually, he fell asleep in his chair, thinking of how he would see you the next day and how he was going to tell you how he felt. it had to be tomorrow.

—

in the morning, you were awoken by the buzzing of your phone in your hand. for a moment you thought it may be a phone call, but it was just a mass of texts from your friends. you noticed some from the previous night asking where you had gone, and the few from chan that you were excited to open, but the most recent texts from one of your friends stood out more than any of the others. as you read the texts, you thought you might still be dreaming, as none of the words really made sense.

☆: what did your guy say his name was?

☆: chan right?

☆: i thought he seemed familiar in that selfie but i didnt say anything…and last night too

☆: isnt this him?

☆: https://youtu.be/4B0dR0aYMt8

☆: thats him right? 

☆: did he tell you?

you opened the link hesitantly. it was a video of a livestream, posted to a channel called “stray kids”. you felt like all your insides dropped out of your body as you watched in a mix of shock and awe. it was chan, sat in front of a camera, talking happily to his live audience. the video was old, from a few months ago. not even 12 hours ago, this same person was in your hotel room, and now you were watching him on your phone with thousands of people adoring him in the comments. you scrolled through their channel, clicking on various videos to prove this was real. that single video led you to a rabbit hole of finding content with chan in it, from his group’s music, to their live performances, to their variety show appearances. you tried to make sense of it all, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t. the person you had finally admitted to having feelings for…was him? chan was a celebrity, and a very well known one at that.

but to you, he was just chan. 

this couldn't be happening. no way.

no wonder he had been wearing a mask that whole time. if one of their fans had seen you out with him, he would’ve gotten in trouble. and he had gone all the way to a nightclub with you? he put his job on the line…to hang out with you? he even walked with you to your hotel, you were even holding his hand. you never would've guessed he was famous from how kind he was, even from your first encounter when he saw you under the bridge. since when do famous people help random strangers crying alone in public?

"oh my god." you exclaimed out loud. the realization of the severity of this situation was hitting you harder than realizing you had feelings for someone you had only known for 2 days.

by this point you were fully sitting up, crouched over your phone with your legs crossed.

you: yes thats him

you: no he didnt tell me

your friend responded immediately

☆: this is crazy…hes like

☆: super famous

☆: are you okay?

☆: i won’t tell anyone okay? you seem to really like him and i want this to work for you

☆: after everything that happened, yk?

you read the messages over and over again. you were still stunned that this was real.

you wanted this to work too. anybody else probably would’ve been over the moon that a korean celebrity was talking to them in private, but you felt strange. why didn’t he tell you this before? the answer was pretty obvious, but you still wanted to hear it from him. you had told him everything about your life on that first night you met, but the more you thought about it, you really didn’t know that much about him, even after watching all that content with him in it. when you first met, he had kept quiet about his own life as you talked about yours. you told yourself you didn’t want to pry, but now you had to know. you didn’t want to learn about him through the internet. you really liked him, so maybe it was time you learned more about each other for real. you felt the motivation stirring inside of you, it wasn’t that serious, but you had to confront him now.

without reading chan's texts, you called him. the phone rang a couple times but went to voicemail. you tried one more time, biting your lip as the line rang. you remember him saying he was going to be busy all day, but a phone call or two wouldn’t get him in trouble, right?

chan was in the middle of practicing new choreography with his members when his phone buzzed from the couch where it had been thrown. he ignored the buzzing the first time, but when it started to ring a second time, he happened to be at a pause and was able to check who was calling. seeing that it was you, he smiled to himself. he opened your text conversation to tell you that he would call you later, but his smile quickly faded seeing your message that immediately followed the missed call.

you: can we talk?

chan: i cant call rn, is everything okay?

you: i mean in person

you: when can i see you?

chan found your tone strange, and the way you avoided his question was even more strange. your texts seemed urgent, but he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not. something was definitely going on, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. he wished he could call you, but he couldn’t. obviously not in front of his entire group. he couldn’t really slip into the hallway to call you either, as company staff would be within earshot. his eyebrows furrowed as he typed his response.

chan: tonight. is that okay?

chan: ill be done around 10pm

you: thats fine

you: lets meet up at the bridge, where we met before

you: ill see you then

chan started typing to ask again if you were okay, but the sound of everyone getting back up forced him to put his phone away. when he stood, he felt a nudge to his arm. he turned to make eye contact with jisung, who had seen chan typing in deep concentration. his younger member didn’t need to say anything, chan knew by the look in his eyes that he was asking what was going on. jisung was the only one out of his 7 group mates that knew about you, so of course he would know when he was texting you as well.

chan waved a hand to dismiss him with a quiet “it’s fine”, moving to find his position for the next choreography. jisung once again didn’t believe him but what could he say at that moment.

deep inside his chest, chan felt a weight sinking through him. he didn’t know what to expect, but all he could do was feel immense dread for fear of something he couldn’t predict. 

—

your entire friend group was still quite hungover from the previous night, so there was nothing planned for you to do. even you still felt the remnants of a headache lingering above your eyebrows. it was your final full day in korea, and you wished chan wasn’t busy so you could see him sooner.

as the hours progressed, both you and chan went through the day with anxiety boiling at the pits of your stomach. chan was able to distract himself with his busy schedule of practicing choreography, making music, or meetings with his company. unlike him, your day wasn’t so busy. you tried to keep yourself occupied by going out on your own, looking for clothing shops or cafes to mull around in, but the time couldn’t pass any faster. you ended up spending most of your afternoon packing to leave the next day.

despite everything, you were on each others mind.

one question kept tapping at the back of your brain. what if this ruins everything? the unknown of telling chan that you knew about his idol status was like a weight pressing down on your entire body that only grew as it got closer to your meetup time. but you couldn’t run away, you had to face it head on.

when the sun had set, and it was nearly 10pm, you both began your walk to the bridge by the urban stream. you tried to remember the route you had taken that night when you ran out in a hurry. you weren’t really paying attention to where you were going back then, so finding the way now was a complete guess. it felt a little strange to walk back willingly, taking better note of the path and your surroundings so maybe you could come back here someday. When the bench you and chan had sat and talked for hours a few nights ago appeared in front of you, you couldn’t describe the exact emotion that washed over you. it didn’t really hit you that you were leaving tomorrow until you were standing in the same spot as before. the same spot that started all of this. you held the railing lightly as you peered down into the shallow water. the feeling was somewhere in between happy and sad that pulled deeply on your heart. was it melancholy?

chan felt it too.

when he was finally free from his schedule, he quickly slipped away as everyone was planning dinner, giving the excuse that he was going to go work in his studio, and that he wasn’t hungry. he knew that was going to raise some suspicion from everyone but there was no other way. he skipped going back to his dorm to change clothes and rushed straight to you. it wasn’t too hard to find that spot. that night he was out for a walk and only took a different route than he usually would. he could still picture everything perfectly in his mind, and where you were standing that day. seeing you come into his view, he noticed you were in the same spot and a small tear formed in his eye at the reminder that this was your last night together. this was it.

“y/n!” chan called out to you, and you turned your head at your own name. 

you turned to face him and he stopped right in front of you. you looked right up into his eyes, glaring through them. they were still soft and beautiful, the city lights around you twinkling in them. you felt like you were reliving a memory instead of creating a new one. you had never felt such strong deja vu in your entire life.

“y/n what’s going on? i was so worried-”

“why didn’t you tell me?” you blurted, cutting him off.

“what? what do you mean?”

you paused, carefully choosing your next sentence. still, you couldn’t put much thought into your words for fear that you would overthink everything.

“why didn’t you tell me, bang chan?” 

chan’s eyes widened upon hearing his full name, his stage name. suddenly he realized exactly what you meant, and why you brought him here. he only told you his first name. you knowing his full name meant you figured out who he was. your eyes pleaded with his. he could tell you weren’t angry with him, but the serious look on your face as your gaze pierced through him was like a sharp slap to the face. he felt his whole world crumble, and everything he had been building up for the past two days shattering in front of him.

“you figured it out.” he turned away from you, exhaling a deep sigh as he leaned on the railing next to you, staring somewhere in the distance. 

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” your voice was firm.

he didn’t know how to respond, how to explain himself. he didn’t want to. this is exactly what he didn’t want to happen. he just wanted things between you to be…simple.

“chan, i told you everything about me. we talked for hours that night and i told you my entire life story.”

chan’s lack of a response prompted you to keep going. you weren’t angry, but the more you rambled, the more your voice raised, and the more frantic your words became. 

“you saw me crying, you saw me drunk…you risked your job…your reputation to hang out with me… at a nightclub? and you didn’t tell me? if i had known, i wouldn’t have even suggested any of that. chan, what if you got in trouble-”

“i was scared of losing you!” chan blurted, a sudden rush of emotions taking control of him. he was now facing you again.

“...what?” you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

there was a long moment of silence between you as chan searched for the words. 

“i was scared of losing you.” he repeated, eyes down at his shoes. “i just…wanted something normal for once. everything in my life is so…crazy and hectic. it’s hard to talk to people because everyone just sees me as bang chan from stray kids now. not as just…chan. but with you, i-”

he lifted his head, making eye contact with you. you felt your heart beating faster in your chest. you had no idea where this conversation was going.

“with you, i finally feel like i have something real. i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want anything to change.”

“chan, i-”

“i’m sorry for not telling you, y/n. if i hurt you, i… i’m so sorry. i understand if you can’t forgive me.” he now sounded more frantic than you. "what we have is really important to me."

“chan, it’s okay, i’m not hurt,” your gaze softened. hearing him on the verge of falling apart, you felt terrible for being even remotely upset at him. you grabbed his hand with both of yours. “i promise, nothing will change, okay? all i want is honesty. i want to know the real chan. and even without knowing you’re an idol, these past few days, i still felt like i was with the real you. what we have… it is real.”

you finally smiled at him to reassure him that you weren’t angry. 

“you’re not going to lose me, chan. never in a million years”

for you, somehow you felt like you were admitting something to him, beating around the bush of actually just telling him you liked him. a weird tension was suddenly building up between you as you shared another silent moment just staring at each other as you held his hands in yours. it was almost as if your hearts were talking, confessing everything to each other. you didn’t need to hear it from him to feel like maybe he felt the same way.

without saying a word, chan suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close to him. seeing you smile again, he couldn’t control himself, his heart making decisions for him. he couldn’t describe how relieved he was that you weren’t actually upset with him. he buried his face in your shoulder, and you were now the one to comfort him, stroking the back of his hair. you could tell he needed this. and so did you. this moment was a mirror of the previous night, but it somehow felt different. you felt closer, more connected. 

there was nothing holding him back anymore.

something about the way you said that single sentence made chan want to melt. now was the time, all of his emotions were about to explode out of him, it was almost painful to not tell you that final truth.

“thank you, y/n. thank you.” chan spoke quietly into your shoulder.

when he reluctantly pulled back from you, you could see his eyes wet with tears and you reached up to wipe them.

“oh, chan… don’t cry, i’ll cry!” 

he laughed sadly, pulling you back into his arms so you wouldn’t see him cry. “why do you have to leave… can’t you just stay?”

“i can’t… i want to, but i can’t.”

chan took a deep breath before speaking his next question.

“then can you at least say you’ll be mine?”

you stopped breathing for a moment. you wanted to pull away to look at him but he was holding you in place. he couldn’t bear to look at you for fear of a negative response.

“what?”

“y/n,” he started. “i know we just met, and i know you leave tomorrow. but i really like you. i thought we could just be friends, but the feelings i have for you… it’s more than that. i don’t care what my company says, or what anyone says. what we have… i can’t let that go. i’ll make it work, no matter what it takes.”

you were completely speechless. all you could do was hold him tighter. your heart was beating hard enough that chan could probably feel it where your body was pressed to his.

there was a long silence, then finally you were able to step back enough to look up into chan’s eyes. in that moment, it was just you and him. for the first time that night, you really noticed he wasn’t wearing his mask, proving he once again risked everything for you. you also noticed how close your faces were, and how you could definitely kiss him right now. you didn’t know it, but he was thinking that too.

you lifted a hand to rest on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“yes, chan, i’m yours.”

his lips turned upward into a beautiful smile, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“but before i leave,  i want to learn more about you. and not from the internet, from you.”

“of course,” he reached for your hand, pulling you towards the nearest bench, and the feeling of deja vu returned. “we have all night, yeah?”

[eloquentgifs]

I've been thinking about this a lot these past few days and now reading this post my mind just clicked and I understood what's bugging me.

I keep seeing polls and other posts where people asume Ed is gonna be mad and violent when he sees Stede again, but imo he never seemed to be really angry with him. I feel he was disappointed, and sad and miserable, and definitely superHURT, but then he tried to heal himself in a healthy way, and he only went full Kraken mode because of Izzy's intervention. Do we really know what he's thinking about Stede? Like, does he even blame him for his pain, or is he blaming himself for believing he could get nice things? Have he even considered that maybe Stede didn't show up because he's dead?

I know this has been discussed endlessly and I'm not saying anything new, but I just cant really imagine Ed being all angsty in the reunion, unless is performative (like the Kraken thing seems to be in general). He also doesnt seem to be the kind of person who holds grudges against others. If he was, Izzy would be long gone. He insults Ed, dissobeys him, tries to kill Stede against Ed's will, then betrays him and gets them captured by the brits, and all the retaliation he receives is a punch in the face (you could count the toe, but that was also performative and Izzy was kinda happy about it?). Everything's back to "normal" after that.

The only moment where I see Ed might be actually mad at Stede is when he abandons the crew and calls them "Bonnet's playthings", since he's probably recalling when he heard Stede saying "we're just playing pirates" in his sleep, and asuming all their time together in the Revenge was just a game for him and he left when it wasnt funny anymore (you know, rich people are fickle blablabla).

Of course, maybe anger was not his first reaction but he got angry as the time passed by and he developed new readings on the situation (I think we all have been there at some point of our lifes 😂) and getting into the new kraken persona gave him a more hostile mindset. But I still believe that, as soon as he sees Stede and he's all apologetic and talking of love and stuff, the performance of violence will disappear and Ed will either give him the silent treatment and be cold and distant for a while (after all, they'll still need to rebuild trust) or we'll get Soft Ed again ✨💜 I think the key will be how long it takes them to reunite and if Ed hears about Stede's "dead" or not.

The other side of this that I don't see so discussed is, what is Stede going to do? Because last time we heard his thoughts he was optimistic and in love and bound to be happy with Ed, but finding out what happened in his absence must have an effect we don't know yet. What if he's angry with Ed? What if he's not, but the crew is, and they put preassure on him to get vengeance or something? What if it's Stede the one who has to be performatively violent (really unlikely), or he has to chose between his love for Ed and his responsability as a captain?

Well, as I said nothing of this is new. I just wanted to explain to myself why I don't see that angsty reunion happening, at least not in Ed's side. It became a ramble post. If s2 doesn't come up soon I don't know what might happen with my brain.

PS: I'd personally love someone else (ideally, Jim) punches Stede in the face on Ed's behalf, just because I need Stede getting punched in the face so I can fully forgive him.

[livecharliereaction]

That went by so fast i havent even processed i already read the whole episode after parties included. What the fuck i need to read my own liveblogs

ange didnt actually do shit but its still perfect because just her PRESENCE is so great i just like having her around making her comments. i recall mentioning it at some point but a Sarcastic character as a personality trait is a little hard to pull off because its so easy to make it so unfunny and annoying even... but she is so witty somehow... and shes not really MEAN she is a great talker i do think this she gets along with people GREAT... Yet she has only enemies in this world. How cruel. Ange if i was in your time i would be crying in my bed at night over the fact we woudlnt be friends.

erikas another one whose screentime i aaaalways enjoy now that i got to know her last game shes sooo much fun seriously

i somehow understand beato even less now didnt know thats possible. not sure if i like the dual personality thing she has going on id have to know more

The way she looks just like you is what I really can't get over...! I can't stand it...

kanon n shannon are so Nice. Not mind blowing not life breaking but i did cry over them that one time in the other episode i think theyre very NICE. And maybe im wrong but i cant recall kanon smiling and laughing ever before like he did this episode... Theyre nice both of thme

THEY MADE HER SAY THAT TOO? the au au (i dont know what to make of it but they obviously want me to think of hanyuu with the last convo with bern but i dont know if its like. Crazy direct in that that IS hanyuu or less tangible of a connection u know. Remains to be seen)

again i dont understand beato at all how did she weave herself up just from kanons words they seemed quite normal to me... is it the additional part about observing the trial and all maybe she understood something when it was said that shannon and kanon have less than a whole human soul But beato its ok because i TRUST you to have an explanation for everything in the end...

Somehow very happy that georges past was explained up it feels like the story knows hes a total loser and leaves it up to me to decide if i think he ha somehow redeemed himself through the power of love or not (me i dont think so because his and shannons love doesnt speak to me aside from the scene where she breaks a mirror - and even that i mostly like from the perspective of shannons character and her trying to become human more than As a scene for the couple...) (but now i feel like the storys giving me room to think that instead of me having to actively hate it something something multiple truths yeah)

lol i was probab imagining some vague epilogue stuff nuh uh they married right on my screen just now in the tea party (this was about george n shannon but well battler n beato did too) (I dont know how to feel about it yet though it was just golden land so it might not carry over i mean it should in case battler n beato but it might now i dont really get the time physics still)

ange is so amazings

that EVA appearance... the womb stuff yeah that will get to me it will oh eva...

I did trust erika to deliver last episode too but this one stabilized it that girl is an ACTOR and a DETECTIVE and a NEAR PERFECT PLAYER IN THE GAME an ENTERTAINER and has a cute dress too. wow how amazing It feels too early to do some kind of rankings but i will say if she is someones favorite i Will understand

the tea party w the unions and all i do have to wonder if thatll carry over to the next game... Human kanon?.......But maybe probably not since bern game master

HONORARY SCENE MENTIONS: the intro with the wedding and closed room flashforwards (havent had a foreshadowing scene with unknown narrator for a while - higurashi loved to do that) + kanon admitting his feelings for jessica both first to shannon n then jessica aww + erika fiercely fights miss maria age 9 over nothing + battler showing up to the love trial yayyy + the little scene with dlanor where erika goes I love you. and dlanor goes What did you say? cos its so ooc. crumble of erika lore #cheating + doll jessica how cool will probably never happen again + erikas PERFORMANCE to get the packing tape ...I... Furudo Erika... haev packing tape...!! + beato erika duel near the end i forgot how fun her playstyle is that beato

AND THEN THE TOP 3

BATTLER REJECTS BEATOS COOKIES AND TALKS TO HIMSELF ABOUT IT! How heartbreaking! Wheres beato i was grieving TOO! Woww

Erika seals battler to the closed room special shoutout to the part where she reveals she "re-killed" everyone severed their heads and shit. Who does that? She is just so crazy crazy girl i loooove her.

The wedding of course... The penetrative description of her putting the cursed ring on him... the festivities... the erika dress... the knox crew argument about the windows with gaap... the overall feeling of a This is a cursed wedding. Someone is going to object and the fact that lambdabern was acknowledging this kinda too they were like Girl where is she... the letter addressed to lambdadelta... the beato gaming... Wowwww

IN CONCLUSION. Greatest episode ever did u notice i listed almost every scene literally. What the fuck. I hear it only gets better too. Ok goodnight. erika fan club

[jamminvroomvroom]

sorry i’m sorta new to f1, why don’t we like:

- max verstappen

- carlos sainz

- sergio perez

- fernando alonso

- lando

- george

- the red bull leader guy (married to a spice girl)

- and toto wolff???

okay this is kind of… subjective… so i’m keeping it under the cut. don’t read this if you’re gonna @ me. subjective is the key word lol. anon, i would also urge you to do your own research and form any hardcore opinions based on that, but i hope this is helpful. heads up, this is LONG lol

personally i am a fan of lando and george and toto is one of my fav team principles. but i’ll give it to you straight lol.

lando: a lot of people don’t like him bc they feel like he comes off as arrogant in interviews. there was also a cultural appropriation incident last summer break. he also made some comments of an incident in f2 that were in my honest opinion, taken out of context and nothing that other drivers hadn’t already said. referred to as a pay driver but he’d really not.

george: again, the arrogance thing. people think he hasn’t been a good teammate this season on track and also there’s the tory thing lol. caused a few crashes in his time and he doesn’t often take responsibility.

toto: people don’t think he’s a good team principle, think he doesn’t favour lewis, think he doesn’t favour george…. it depends which side of it you’re on. also he was being investigated for insider trading last year but that was banter tbh. there might be more stuff, tbh i don’t know loads about him.

max: the list,,,, is a long one. his and his inner circles treatment and incitement of hatred against lewis last season, the mongolian govt asked him to apologise after slurs that he used against lance stroll, amnesty international asked him to speak on an issue (i cant recall which) and he refused, his girlfriend is a literal fascist, her father is a literal fascist who is banned from the paddock for racial slurs against lewis to which max said he was a “nice” guy, his dad is a known abuser, he is often rude to his team and i’m sure you may have seen the discourse lately surrounding his treatment of his teammate that gave him the win in abu dhabi last season.

carlos: has been implicated in several issues on race, including black face at his families karting track, he told a very racially offensive story about asians and reblogged a tweet that included a swastika. again, there might be more.

alonso: petty bitch who lives in the year 2008, his fans were very abusive to lewis when they were teammates (more blackface), he tried to bribe members of the mclaren team to work on his car and not lewis’s when they were teammates, just a general bastard.

perez: pro-life, misogynist, adulterer.

christian horner: my most behated. no one likes this man, not even redbull fans like this man. sexism, incited hatred against lewis, fuelled a narrative all of last season that lewis tried to kill max. i could type for an hour why we don’t like horner. evil.

[thefanficmonster]

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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[baroquebucky]

comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

[randomnameless]

We need more lettuce family positivity! What are some new headcanons you have for them after hopes came out? Cyril is also part of their family btw you cant convince me otherwise.

You want positivity and I was thinking in the car "what if Seteth asked Rhea to kill him if he was ever turned in a relic in AG and she became really upset because she already saw dozens of her older siblings die she could never kill her brother" -

Positivity it is then!

Seteth teaches Cyril how to ride and fight on a wyvern, Shamir may not be here anymore to teach him how to shoot a bow, but he can still fly with Seteth.

Sometimes they don’t even train at all, they just talk about anything and everything, and while Cyril tries really really really hard to convince Seteth to ask Rhea to fight on the front lines - to defend her instead of staying in the back, Seteth once tells him that to Rhea, his well-being is more important than her own. She sees him as someone she must protect, not the inverse.

Cyril then vows to become stronger, to be the one to protect Lady Rhea and not be a kid needing protection again, to which Seteth agrees, and they train to do barrel rolls on wyverns (also, Seteth can teach Cyril how to use spears while riding wyverns, something he cannot do when he is fighting for mysterious reasons).

Being the concerned Uncle he is, Seteth tries to teach him manoeuvers through Saint Cichol’s treatise on strategy, but ultimately found out about Cyril’s illiteracy and immediately started to teach how to ride and write.

(TFW Rhea doesn’t read him stories or old legends, but sort of recalls events of her past life and romances them a bit)

Flayn tries to start up a pseudo school to teach and read the Fodlan language, Cyril joins with the dozens of orphans (from Duscur?) and while there’s a language barrier at first, they manage to make some progress - King Dimitri thinks it’s a neat idea, to help his people and to make children forget, at least for one afternoon per week, the fact that there’s a war raging on and people hellbent on invading Faerghus for reasons.

Once upon a blue moon, she and Seteth go to Rhodos Coast, with Cyril - Rhea absolutely refuses to go (she’d still feel guilty about Seteth’s wife’s death thus thinks she cannot decently go to her grave) - and Flayn tells her mom how there is a new war going on, but just like last time, she made a ton of good friends and even has a cousin now.

When she and Barney went on the market to buy “nice things”, Flayn bought a ribbon for her mother, and drops it on her grave, fulfilling a promise she made during the War of Heroes to go shopping with her and to find her something nice.

She hopes they can all return here next year, and bids her goodbye.

Seteth doesn’t have a lot to say, but he drops flowers and tries to explain to Cyril that, uh, while he and Flayn are siblings, they are not actually, but they are still “like family” to Rhea, and that person who died here is his wife, Flayn’s mother and someone who was like “family” to Rhea as well.

Cyril then asks Seteth why he was brought here, sure he is touched that they brought him to this very important place for them, but why him?

“Why, you are family to us as well.”

Being blunt as always, Cyril notes that he forgot to say “like family” but said “family” this time, but he sort of understands the message.

Rhea not so much, why is Cyril suddenly so happy that Seteth called him part of his family but he doesn’t react like this when she calls him her son? 

Flayn points out that she used to call everyone in the monatery her “children”, and anyways, they have to find a golden trinket and soon for Cyril, since everyone in the family has one.

Cyril cheers up Rhea when she feels like dirt, after some zealots from the Western Church tried to raid the Camulus Cathedral and called her a “monster”.

A peon claimed to know what Rhea really is (he wanted to say a witch) which hits her hard, because she’s thinking again that this war and all those people wanting to kill her want to do so because her ears are pointy.

And thinks Faerghus is also under attack because they sheltered her - maybe her brothers were right, maybe there’s no place for Nabateans in Fodlan, or if there is one, it must be one away from humans, since their existence always bring them harm - since she stopped being Seiros the Warrior, she swore to always be proud, even if she would be the last one remaining, to be a Nabatean, but she cannot ignore the truth anymore, if her ears had never been pointy, then Fodlan wouldn’t have known so much torments -

Cyril just stops her in her self-depreciating mental loop - she is not a monster, they are the ones attacking her for no reason, and even if they had one and she was really a monster, then she is less monstruous than everyone he met before meeting her since she helps everyone, saved everyone she could, and saved him when no one else cared.

Rhea thanks him, and hugs him, calling him wise and hugs him (in front of everyone!!) which makes him very embarassed, but since she seems to look better he won’t mind that much.

Rhea sometimes participates in Cyril’s training, but stays in “shape” by training against Catherine with the sword.

Catherine brags to everyone who can about Rhea’s martial prowesses, but Rhea personally thinks she’s still not in shape, alas she cannot train with her former master at arms Cichol anymore, since he lost most of his powers/stamina.

One day Dimitri joined them, Rhea had PTSD about Willy’s mullet and tried to cut Dimitri’s ponytail, but she stopped at the last second, thinking it might worsen the relationships between the Church and the Kingdom. Dimitri of course thought Rhea gave up on purpose as to not humiliate him - unaware of the ponytail issue - and wants a “fair” rematch, but she always refuses.

She heard one of the young Charon knights call Catherine “Cassie” - which irked her to no ends, before finally giving up, and introducing the young knight to Rhea as her younger sister - which prompted her to ask, later that day, to Seteth if she annoyed him back then when she called him “Cicha” instead of Cichol.

Not waiting for his answer, she said it was for the best if she kept on calling him “Cicha” anyways since it wouldn’t sell out his identity to humans if she forgots to call him Seteth once.

Rhea overhears young Faerghian children talking about the strongest heroes of legend, and making a tierlist on how strong their heroes are

Being the mean runts they are, they put Saint Cichol dead last on the list, because he isn’t known to have won battles by himself or have done super cool things like the other Saints. They rank him lower than King Dimitri (who’s lower than King Lambert and of course lower than Loog who’s the number 1).

Rhea is a bit saddened to hear it, because Cichol was strong, and she tells them that Cichol was stronger than Seiros at the sword, he was, actually, the one who taught her how to fight using weapons. The children nod, and thus rank Seiros lower than Cichol. Cue a child saying it’s not good, Saint Seiros saved the World, she can’t be dead last!

Catherine mistook Rhea participating to the tierlist as her “playing with the children”, but hopefully the debate ended with soup time.

Macuil and Rhea are not on good terms, not at all. Rather, Macuil said next time they saw each other, he was going to kill her (because she didn’t want to kill those pesky humans who descended from the Elites and still has faith in them).

He cannot refuse anything from Flayn though, so he begrudgingly comes to her Xth birthday, since he is not that far, and he cannot avoid humans on the way. Introduced as Seteth’s brother, he sold everything calling Rhea his “worthless sister”.

Macuil doesn’t really like humans at all, especially not the ones who descend from the Elites, but Cethleann invited a blonde human with a ridiculous ponytail to the festivities celebrating her day of birth, a human with dark hair who keeps on telling the world he isn’t here to cut fruits, while cutting fruits, a Gautier and a bunch of other humans who apparently met blue lions in the Oghma Mountains, or something like this.

He finds their presence less insufferable as he first thought when they start to nerd about Zoltan and magic swords. Rhea wonders why he looks pleased, did he forgot he wasn’t the one who made those weapons, or worse, did he brag about them when they all know Indech made them??

As for Indech, Flayn went to investigate rumours about a ghost living in Lake Teutates, remembering her Uncle has the worst sense of humour possible.

Cyril tagged along (or was dragged along), it’s not like he believes in ghosts, but Ashe and Mercedes, his new “friends” want to settle a point about ghosts existing or not.

Flayn returns with a satchel of Zanado Fruits, Cyril with a golden trinket, Ashe with a bow and Mercedes with the confirmation that some people can apparently conjure ghosts out of thin air, but they are not real ghosts like what she read in her stories.

Alerted about the state of the World right now, Indech passed by Camulus Cathedral to make fun of Rhea about her legendary “instincs not being wrong” and how she often bragged about being a good judge of character for 3 days and 3 nights, and then went on his merry way.

Cichol received a new shield though, before marching on Enbarr (AG verse).

In an universe where Manuela isn’t ruined by the writers to join Supreme Bullshit, she actually lends her “tome of the Comely Saints” to Flayn, who reads it to her Aunt and dad, and several old opera books about various plays she used to play in Enbarr

Seteth nearly dies of aneurysm, he has never been a scoundrel frolicking with every women he met! Rhea doubles down, even if he had been, who could even fall for him? Flayn’s Mother was just the exception that confirmed the rule, no one in their right mind can tolerate him ! And who on their right mind would find Macuil attractive? Honestly, humans are incomprehensible.

She was more annoyed at the lack of the “Grand Epic of Great Emperor Wilhelm’s Journey” she totally did not write but might have sponsorised an Adrestian playwriter to make, but Manuela told Flayn that every story about Emperor Wilhelm was frowned upon and disapproved in Enbarr since Ionius IX’s accession to the throne, so the Mittelfrank company can only perform its “classicals” when they’re giving a representation in the countryside.

They still wonder what Liora’s story was supposed to be inspired from, Indech? Or an even older sibling, and the story was passed down since ages long lost, before Nemesis’n’co?

Rhea always used to borrow Cichol’s things

Even back then in Zanado, she hid cats under his bed, and borrowed his clothes to make “clothes” for her animals - usually using them as blankets. Of course her animals (ranging from normal cats to mountain lions to Giant Wolves) often destroyed his clothes, often by scratching them.

Being the good and responsible older brother, he sermoned her but told her she could still do it, since it was born from her desire to help, but really, she could just ask him, he would not refuse.

She called him a liar when he refused to lend clothes to Willy when “preaching to the goddess” went wrong, but he hold his ground - he disapproves and his belongings would not be used to support something he doesn’t. Willy tried to defuse the situation saying how he doesn’t really need clothes when he is with Seiros anyways. It didn’t work as he expected.

In Faerghus, she borrowed his “herbal balm” for Cyril, when the boy first had to shave. Rodrigue suggested he could direct her to a famous barber - who works for him ! - but she refused immediately, if Cyril has to shave or take care of his facial hair, the men of Faerghus are the last people on Fodlan she would ever consult on the topic.

Flayn tried to fight using the sword once, wanting to mirror her super cool aunt by spinning

It was a glaring failure, Rhea telling her that spinning needs to have a good foothold, and she can do it in mid-air because she uses the power of her crest. Cethleann’s own powers are different, thus it is up to her to find her own fighting style.

They still train together in black magic, and Rhea ultimately taught her how to summon “ghosts” like all Nabateans can do, but given how Flayn’s body is recovering she forbids her from doing this, else she would go to sleep for more than 1k years this time.

Besides, they don’t need to conjure soldiers from magic anymore, they have real allies this time!

[jasontoddswhitestreak]

fluff prompts 10 & 19 with pietro maximoff would be so cute 🥺

elevator talk

summary: while on a mission with the avengers team you manage to save pietro’s life leading him to want to show his appreciation for you inspired by this prompt list

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, set after age of ultron but pietro never dies and civil war doesn’t take place <3

note: i hope i don’t disappoint you with this fluff! i’ve been reading more quicksilver comics recently and this is the outcome of that :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want to see anymore content like this <3)

masterlist

"Remind me again, why did the ENTIRE team need to come on this mission?" You complained, fighting off two grown men while waiting for the signal Tony was supposed to give to tell you it's safe to go inside the building.

"Call it a group bonding session." Tony teased while flying near the building in his Iron Man suit, trying to figure out how to lower the shields. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, it became even more difficult to find the remaining Hydra bases and due to the Ultron situation that occurred a few years ago, the difficulty only increased.

"Could we do a little less chitchat and a little more fighting?" Steve demands, you could hear Cap's grunts through your earpiece, making it obvious that he's struggling to fight off the Hydra goons.

You were a couple miles away from the building attempting to make your way closer to it, the enemies clearly noticed your arrival when they saw a person in red and yellow suit flying pass their windows, easily recognising the well known Iron Man.

And because a huge green angry Hulk isn't exactly easy to ignore.

"Clearly Cap can't keep up with us superheroes." Pietro teased, with a blink of an eye he knocked out the enemies surrounding both you and Steve.

"Thanks for the help Sonic, I'd give you some onion rings but I don't have any on me right now." You joked, smirking at the exasperated speedster that stood in front of you.

"I just saved your life and this is how you repay me Prinţesă?" He feigned hurt, placing his hand over heart.

"Saving her life? That's a bit of an exaggeration even for you Piet." Wanda's voice was heard from the comms, she managed to make her way into the building effortlessly, fighting beside Vision.

"Mind your business Wanda." Pietro scoffs biting back the smile forming on his face, he could hear his sisters laugh through the earpiece.

"As much as I love hearing the two of you argue with each other, now may not be the time." Natasha commented, followed by Clint agreeing.

You sighed, knowing they were right, focusing on the mission instead of the twin in front of you, glancing around at your surroundings. You noticed the enemies lined up behind Pietro preparing for an attack. You would've seen it earlier if it wasn't for the conversation distracting you.

You thought it was too late when you saw the bullet fly through the air, aiming directly at Pietro, it felt as though it was moving in slow motion. The piece of metal cutting through the air making its way to the speedster. Not registering the fact that Pietro had super healing abilities your mind recalled what happened in Sokovia. The bullets going through Pietro in every angle possible. Him falling onto the ground, the colour drained from his face, everyone thought he was dead, Wanda included. That was until the speedster managed to spit out a joke about Ultron's good aim.

You didn't register what you were doing until after you did it. Rushing to protect him from the bullet you pushed him out of the way last minute, the bullet barely missed him, you felt the bullet scrape against your arm instead. Pietro fell to the ground with a yelp as you fell on top of him, wincing due to the pain the bullet caused you.

Steve ran over to the two of you after knocking out the culprit.

"They're both down." Steve states, Pietro shakes his head, attempting to sit up, lifting you up and placing you in his lap comfortably.

"Why'd you do that? You know I can take bullets right?" Pietro scowled, glancing over your body to check for anymore injuries besides the bullet wound, his hands were gentle, brushing over your body in a caring manner as he lets the palm of his hands rest on the sides of your face, holding your face in his hands.

"Now i saved your life." You joked, blushing at the position the two of you were currently in and trying to hide the pain the bullet was causing you. You weren't a super soldier or someone with super healing abilities, so jumping in front of a bullet to save someone that could survive getting shot multiple times wasn't smart thinking on your part.

But you couldn't help it.

You wouldn't say you and Pietro were best friends, you did get along well but the twin refrained from getting close to any of the avengers. Your relationship consisted of teasing each other often and bumping into each other constantly during midnight, resulting in the two of you having your own midnight sessions where the two of you sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate.

You reminisced on the last time you had your 'midnight session' with Pietro, not being able to focus on what Pietro and Steve were saying to you, there was a loud ringing in your head, echoing as you closed your eyes to stop the headache that was forming, you felt yourself being lifted up in someone's arms.

Maybe you underestimated how bad the bullet wound was.

"Fine weather we're having don't you think?" You laughed, glancing over at the window, the heavy rain pelted against the glass of the compound, that alongside the wind that sounded much louder in your bedroom made it difficult to even attempt to sleep. You could just barely make out the trees in the distance due to the night sky.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight, don't you need the sleep before our mission tomorrow?" Pietro questioned. He was facing the stove, you could smell the hot chocolate that was heating up. You made your way next to him, grabbing two mugs and placing them next to him before moving to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

You swapped positions with Pietro, passing the can of whipped cream to him and grabbing the spoon that was used to stir the hot chocolate.

"Oh wait! I made cookies today, we could have them now!" You remembered, grabbing the plate of cookies from the cupboard and placing it on the table, Pietro immediately reached out for one, and then another.

"I don't know if you know this yet but, I love you." Pietro confesses, grabbing another cookie. You pushed the plate away from him before he could grab another.

"You gotta slow down Piet, don't want you emptying the plate before we even get to have the hot chocolate, now do we?" You grinned and he complains, reaching out for another.

"It's nice to know you care so much about my well-being dragă." You rolled your eyes at the smirk plastered on his face. With the blink of an eye he was stood across from you, closer to the plate of cookies, with another in his hand.

The two of you couldn't stop the smiles that formed on your face, even going to bed in a much better mood than you were in previously.

It was hours after the mission, you were patched up as soon as the quinjet landed at the compound. After a long lecture from Steve and the debriefing, you were finally able to be alone, only wanting to go back your room and sleep for days.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to your floor, too tired to take the stairs. You attempted to fight back the tiredness, blinking harshly to keep yourself awake, missing the blue streak of a superhero making its way into the elevator and right beside you.

"How are you feeling Dragă mea?" Pietro speaks out after a couple moments, you jumped in shock not realising the speedster was next to you.

"Dammit Piet! What did I say about doing that?" You held your hands over your chest, frightened. He looked at you apologetically before moving to the elevator buttons, pressing the button that stops the elevator from moving.

You stared at him as he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"Piet... what's wrong?" You whispered, analysing his face and posture, you could tell he was stressed. He turned to look at you, his face softening when your eyes met.

"I can’t lose you prinţesă." He manages to say, making his way to you, reaching out for your hand.

His hand was warm in yours, he held onto your hand tightly, you looked at him confused, raising your hand to rest against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re not going to lose me, where’s this coming from Pietro?” You asked softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head rested against his chest. You could feel his uneven breaths, almost as if he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Pietro struggled to even out his breath, panic bubbling up inside of him, he can’t lose you. Even the thought of losing you filled him with dread, he doesn’t deserve someone to risk their life for him, especially someone like you.

“How did I manage to get you?” He finally whispers, pulling back to look at you.

That’s when you understood what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to lose you too, you know? Even the thought of it, it just-” You take a deep breath, smiling solemnly at him. “Every-time we go on a mission I’m terrified Piet, after what happened in Sokovia- after what happened to you. I cant lose you, I care too much about you.” The memories of what happened in Sokovia haunted you. You weren’t close to the Maximoffs then but you understood them, you understood their pain and loss. Similarly to them you had no one, no family, no one to say ‘I love you’ too.

Until now.

“That’s a very complicated way to say you love me, dragă.” He teased, you could see the redness in his eyes from the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Well no one else enjoys my baking as much as you do.” He rolled his eyes in response knowing your referencing the night before, while still holding you in his arms, he reaches out to turn the elevator back on.

No more words were needed to be said, not for now at least. You had each other, and that’s all that mattered to you, for now.

[sarcasmandships]

honey and glass ~ spencer reid

i am in love with spencer reid but he only has eyes for jennifer jareau

spencer reid x reader angst + hurt/comfort (sorta, it’s all in first person but with no names/no specific descrptions)

song fic inspired by ‘honey and glass’ by peyton cardoza

word count: 4.8k

disclaimer: i do not ship jeid or think they had any chemistry but it’s a good opportunity for angst x

you know those kinds of girls who look like they're made of honey and glass like sticky sweet ash

it’s a summers night in california and i’m on the beach at sunset.

the sand is rough under my toes and a warm, gentle breeze blows a strand of my hair across my face; he lifts his hand to brush it away. tucking it behind my ear he stares down at me and the sun hits his face at a perfect angle, illuminating his hazel eyes like pools of honey. he leans in and i-

“ow!” i yelp, as morgan launches the volleyball at my head, “what was that for?”  

“come and play,” he laughs, waving me over to where he stands with emily and hotch.

i shake my head, “no, i don’t feel like it,” i mumble, massaging my left temple where the ball bounced off my skull.

morgan rolls his eyes and jogs past where i’m sitting to collect the ball, “what’s up with you then?” he teases.

i shrug, “nothing. I’m just tired,” i say feigning an unconvincing yawn, “ask one of them to play.”  

i motion with my head towards spencer and jj, they’re down by the edge of the waves and she throws her head back and laughs at something he says. her sheets of blonde hair ripple through the wind and he looks at her in pure awe and amazement as she giggles at something he said.

“nah, don’t wanna interrupt the kid when he’s trying to make a move,” morgan shrugs, “come play with us, we need an extra person.”

an extra person.

right.

because what else am i but another body to fill the space?

“i don’t want to,” i say, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from jj and spencer as i stand up, “hotch said the jet is leaving first thing tomorrow, i’m gonna head back to the hotel and get some sleep.”

morgan says something, but i don’t register it as i allow myself one last glance at spencer and jj. she is trying to convince him to paddle in the waves with her, he shakes his head but when she takes his hand in hers i can tell he’s melting inside as he follows her into the water.

and i just know that he’d follow her so far out to sea that his head was underwater as long as she kept their hands intertwined.

i turn away from morgan so he doesn’t see the tears burning in my eyes.

and you can't get the taste off your tongue burnt sugar and a little bit of rum

we’re in a dimly lit bar somewhere.

hotch left hours ago, he wanted to take advantage of one of the rare nights he would be there to read jack a bedtime story.

rossi is at a table in the corner, sitting with a woman who has not-so-subtly draped her leg over him.

derek is out of my line of sight and i’m thankful for that.

emily, garcia, and jj are dancing.

i sit at the table with spencer, he’s drunk.

more tipsy than drunk i think, but he so rarely drinks anything that the sight of him swaying along to the music was an anomaly. i can’t ignore the fact that his eyes are firmly fixed on jj as she dances, and i grip my wine glass so tightly i half expect it to shatter in my hand.

he leans across to me and my heart skips a beat as i inhale the alcohol on his breath, “i’m in love with her, y’know,” he slurs.

“i know, spencer,” i smile sadly and down the rest of my wine.

he doesn’t even notice when i grab my coat from behind him and shuffle towards the door.

and she dances in the rain with her clothes on drenched to the bone never knows when she's all gone, she's the life of the party

spencer and i are watching the big bang theory.

neither of us particularly like it, but there aren’t many channels on our hotel room tv and spencer enjoys the physics references at least. i watch his face light up as a character mentions something about quantum theory that i cant understand, and spencer launches into a rant about the universe and the stars.

i don’t have the knowledge to keep up with him or the heart to tell him to stop so i sit and listen, admiring the way his eyes sparkle and his hands gesticulate when no one interrupts him with a deprecating comment.

we sit there like that for the rest of the night, in our respective twin beds with him telling me the secrets of the universe and me wondering how on earth i will ever get over him.

and deep down I know that nobody flinches when she takes off her clothes

“anything you like?” emily asks me through the dressing room curtain.

“i’m not sure…” i mumble in response, biting down on my lip as i stare at myself in the mirror, “i-i don’t think this is my colour.”

the dress looked so beautiful on the hanger, but now that it’s on my body the fabric bunches up in all the wrong places and i can’t recall a time that i’ve looked worse.

the lights are just washing you out, i tell myself.

you’re having a bad hair day, it would look better with your hair down, i tell myself.

you just need some lipstick, i tell myself.

but when jj announces she has found the perfect dress and i stick my head out of the curtain to see her, i am slapped in the face with the realisation that it isn’t the lighting or my lack of makeup it’s just me.

because jj looks beautiful as always, her dress hugs her waist and the skirt fans out around her as emily demands she gives us a spin. she isn’t wearing makeup, her hair is in a ponytail too, the lights don’t wash her out because she is radiant and flawless, and the lights aren’t the problem.

i am.

i cry in my car as i drive home from the mall, and when i get home i tear everything out of my fridge and fling it into the trashcan. i vow to go to the store and stock up on salad and chicken.

i go to the store but i don’t buy salad.

and I wonder what it's like to be one of those girls to sit in the sun and look at the world and never think, "wow, am i enough?" ‘cause life is easy when you know that you're the main character

i’m in hotch’s office as he grills me about a stupid mistake i made in the field. i can hardly focus on his words as i shrink back in the chair, counting all the reasons that i don’t deserve to be in this job.

i’m not as smart or fast or strong as the others. i don’t have an eidetic memory or hacker skills and i can’t even maintain myself as a solid average agent because i keep fucking up.

“i’m not going to write you up,” he says, and my heart soars a little in my chest, “but i need you to understand that if you do something like that again i won’t have any choice, you were lucky no one got hurt today.”

i nod silently and blink back the tears that threaten to spill over.

“go home, get some rest,” he says and i don’t hang around for a second longer, darting out of his office i crash headfirst into a tall frame.

“wow, slow down,” he chuckles, resting a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

“spencer,” i gasp, looking up at his sympathetic smile, “what are you still doing here? we landed hours ago….”

he shrugs, “i waited for you.”

my heart skips a beat.

“you didn’t have to do that.”

he shakes his head, “you’re my best friend, i wanted to. plus i thought you might need someone after being in there with hotch.”

i swallow and offer him a slightly forced smile.

best friend.

“thanks, spence, that means a lot.”

he looks at me quizzically.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, just only jj calls me spence…anyways” he holds out his arm for me, “shall we go?”

i have to restrain myself from seizing his arm, and settle for tentatively wrapping my own around it, “thanks spencer…you’re such a good friend.”

he smiles down at me and its almost enough to melt away the icy feeling in my heart as i call him a friend. the coldness in my chest in my chest is a feeling i’ve grown accustomed to but when i’m with him everything is warm and bright again.

he feels like yellow.

and i feel like maybe i am enough.

and I'm sitting here thinking this is not fair

i feel like blue.

i’m alone in my apartment flicking through tv channels, trying to find something that isn’t a medical or crime drama. because after my day at work i can’t look at any more blood or dead bodies, even if its as fake as the pep in my voice when jj calls to ask if i’m okay.

“hotch grilled you pretty bad, huh? you sure you’re okay?”

“yeah, spence – spencer – waited for me and we went to get milkshakes after.”

“aww that’s so nice, you know i think he has a soft spot for you,” she teases.

something acidic bubbles in my throat, but i can’t tell her that i know she’s wrong because he spent half the night telling me how much he loves her. i have to gather the strength to respond without the venom in my heart poisoning my voice.

“oh, i don’t think so,” i laugh, “anyways, i should go – my movie is about to start.”

jj tells me to have a good night before she hangs up, and i switch off the tv. at this time there’s noting but romcoms and i don’t want to sit through hours of pining when its on replay every day at the office.

i watch my own reflection in the blank tv screen as sobs wrack my body.

but her smile makes it hard to be mad it's not her fault that I'm so fucking sad

jj holds me in her arms as i cry into her chest, “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay,” she coos, rubbing soft circles on my back.

i sniffle against her and i just know that my eyes are puffy and red but i can’t switch off the floods of tears that fall from them.

“do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she asks.

i shake my head against her because how could i tell her?

how could I tell her that the man i love is in love with her?

and that i want to resent her for it but i can’t because she’s such a good fucking friend that she’s sitting here with me, unknowingly wiping the tears that i can’t stop shedding because i can’t be her.

she gives me one of those heart warming smiles that could bring peace to a dying man, and in that moment i am reminded again of why he loves her. there are worse people to love, i suppose. if spencer is going to cut out his heart and give it to someone it might as well be someone like her.

but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

and i hate myself for the part of me that hates her. she’s done nothing wrong. it’s not her fault that that spencer loves her, and its not her fault that she doesn’t realise.

so I'll sit here and look at these girls in the sun dancing in the rain and just having their fun

i hate alaska.

my teeth chatter as we trudge through the snow filled field, and i pull the cuffs of my coat over my glove cladded hands. i hate the cold. i hate alaska. i hate the serial killer who dragged us all out here. i hate the impending snowstorm that was keeping the jet grounded for another night.

“should we even be out here?” i groan, “i mean if it’s not safe for the plane, then surely its not safe for us.”

“we aren’t 50,000 feet up in the sky though,” morgan says and i roll my eyes at him.

“it’s cold enough to make me feel like we are,” i huff.

spencer nods sympathetically at me, “i don’t like the cold either, not much snow in vegas.”

“i think we should have two behavioural analysis units,” i begin, “one to catch serial killers in cold climates, and the other in hot ones.”

he laughs, “i’d like that, but i think it’d just be us and garcia on the hot team.”

“we’d get by.”

he’s grinning at me, his messy brown curls are squashed down under his bobble hat but a few of them still manage to peak out. he’s wearing a multicoloured striped scarf and mismatched gloves.

a snowflake lands on his eyelash and i reach out to brush it off.

“thanks.”

“anytime.”

morgan launches a snowball at us, and it hits me in the back of the head, “hey! what is it with you and throwing things?” i snap.

morgan roars with laughter.

“not funny derek!”

he resumes his snowball fight with emily and jj and i draw my arms across my chest. i watch as they prance about in the snow, falling to avoid the snowballs launched by the others and laughing when they get hit. the sun is just starting to set, and it’s rays catch jj’s hair at the perfect angle, bouncing off the golden blonde strands as she dances around morgan. her and emily have joined forces to pelt him with snowballs.

i look up at spencer to see him starting at her in awe. his nose and cheeks are flushed from the cold, and the sun reflects against his own face, illuminating his eyes. they’re beautiful. like honey and glass.

“guys! come join us!” jj calls.

i shake my head, “there’s not enough money in the world.”

she pouts at me, “spence, please,” she says sweetly and before i know it he’s by her side and scooping up snow.

i watch from the side-lines.

spencer roars with laughter when emily hits morgan square in the face with a snowball, he wraps an arm around jj as she nearly collapses from laughter, something twinges in my stomach.

but he looks so happy, and that melts my glacier heart slightly.

maybe alaska wasn’t so bad after all.

and maybe one day, i can forget the past and be one of those girls of honey and glass

“nice to meet you, agent,” agent fitz says, holding out his hand, “we’ve heard good things about you up in the new york office.”

“really?” i say, shaking his hand and i can’t fight the smile that creeps across my face.

“really. give me a call if you ever fancy a change of scenery.”

“i’ll keep that in mind, agent fitz,” i give him a nod and a smile as he walks away.

new york was cold in the winter, but it didn’t seem like the worst place in the world.

but I think that it's hard for people to see that I love all these girls, and honestly it doesn't matter what you look like or how much you weigh

i wondered once how i’d ever get over my love for spencer reid, and now as he sits and sobs on my couch i realise that i don’t want to. it hurts me to love him, and something stabs my heart every time i catch him staring at her, but he deserves someone to love him like he loves her.

“i guess i’m just starting to realise that she’ll never love me back, and i don’t know why or what’s wrong with me,” he says and looks up at me, his eyes filled with tears and his face blotchy and red.

“there’s nothing wrong with you,” i say, wrapping an arm around him and wiping his tears, “sometimes the people you love just don’t love you back, but that’s not a reflection of you or your self-worth,” i reiterate to him the mantra i say in my mirror every morning.

he whimpers and my heart breaks for him.

“it doesn’t feel that way, it feels like i’m dying inside every time she talks about him or tells me about their dates, and i try to be a good friend but-”

his voice cracks and another sob escapes his chest and i tighten my grip around him; heartbreak doesn’t seem to get easier with age, because here we are, two fbi agents in our late twenties crying over our crushes like we are in junior high.

because before i know it the tears are flowing down my face faster than his and when he breaks away from our embrace to ask me why i’m crying, i can’t tell him it’s because i am feeling everything he is.

“i just don’t like seeing you like this,” is all i can muster up.

it's just that these girls know they're okay there's a beauty in knowing your place in the world in loving yourself and knowing your worth

“hey!” spencer greets me as he steps into the elevator with me.

“hi,” i mumble back, taking another sip of coffee from my travel cup.

we’ve been called in on a case, but i’ve barely had any sleep and i’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

“you look tired, are you okay?”

you look tired.

so the bags under my eyes were obvious then.

“yeah,” i say, swallowing the lump in my throat, “just a late night, y’know.”

“oh…oh! is that your way of saying your date went well?” he says with a coy grin.

“what?”

oh! something clicks in my brain and i understand what he means.

“no! not like that no…actually it didn’t go well at all, he turned out to be a total misogynistic creep,” i say with a bitter laugh.

“oh, i’m sorry….”

i shrug and take another swig of coffee, “it’s okay, you didn’t know. to be honest i’ll probably end up calling him again anyways.”

spencer stares at me, confused, “why would you do that?”

“well, i don’t exactly have guys falling over themselves for me, do i?”

spencer frowns and i can see his brain working overtime behind his eyes, “so you’re just going to settle for less than you deserve?”

“i don’t have many other options do i?”

he reaches out an arm to place a comforting hand on my shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll find the right guy for you soon. it’s only a matter of time, you’re worth more than a misogynistic creep,” he squeezes my shoulder and before i know it we’ve already reached our floor and he’s gone.

you’ll meet the right guy for you soon.

what if i already have?

you don't have to be perfect or never get sad that's not what it means to be honey and glass

it’s late and i sit at my desk, sorting through piles of paperwork.

my eyes blur as i enter the gruesome details of our latest case, from fatigue or tears i can’t tell. i think emily and hotch are still hanging around the office somewhere, but the others had gone to dinner as soon as we landed, promising that they would do their paperwork tomorrow.

i knew i would have no appetite sitting across a table from spencer and jj so i had sat silently in the back of the suv as hotch drove us back to the office.

a singular tear rolls down my cheek and splatters on my page, smudging the not-quite-dry-yet ink. i let out a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, i don’t know why i’m crying really.

no one had necessarily done anything wrong. only when we were in the field and the unsub had detonated the bomb, spencer chose to push jj out of the way instead of me. i was lucky that one of the s.w.a.t agents had grabbed my arm in time and pulled me back to safety.

it had been hours and my ears were still ringing from the explosion.

maybe spencer thought he was closer to jj, that he had a better chance of saving her, we are trained to make difficult choices based on survival odds, i told myself.

only spencer hadn’t been closer to jj, and she was surrounded by three s.w.a.t agents whilst i only had one next to me. but no one had really done anything wrong, no one died, no one even broke a bone. and it pains me to admit to myself but had i been in spencer’s position and had to chose between saving him or morgan, i know that would pull spencer out of the way every single time.

i jump as emily creeps up behind me, “hey, you okay?”

i don’t even try and disguise my puffy, red eyes or tear tracks as i look up at her, “no. but i think that’s okay.”

and everyone has their highs and their lows the nights you spend crying, believe me, I know

it’s roslyn’s birthday.

i don’t think anyone else in the team knows because they keep exchanging looks whenever jj snaps at one of them and i can see the annoyance in their eyes.

when jj barks at spencer and snaps her pencil within the space of five minutes i drag her into a storage closet and wrap my arms around her.

“shhh,” i say soothingly, “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

jj shakes her head, “i don’t think so, i thought this day would get easier with time but it’s just getting worse,” she sniffles.

i stroke her hair, “i know, i know its horrible and you deserve to cry as much as you want to. but you are so strong, and i know you can get through this-”

“i’m not,” jj shakes her head, “i’m not strong or brave or anything that you all think i am, i’m not like you I-”

“like me?” i question.

“you always hold yourself together, whenever there’s a case with a kid i’m falling to pieces but you keep it together. i mean i’m the one crying in a storage closet….”

i stare at her in disbelief, because jj is the strongest woman i know and i don’t understand how she can’t see that.

“i don’t have a sister who killed herself jj,” i say slowly, “you have survived 100% of the bad things that have happened to you because you’re a fighter, that makes you strong.”

she shakes her head and clings to me, “but i’ve lost pieces of myself, i’m not the same person i could’ve been if life had been kinder to me and that makes me sad. my sister is dead and that makes me sad, everyone thinks i’m this strong and perfect person and that makes me feel guilty because i can’t be that person.”

in a turn of events, she is crying into my chest, her hair is greasy, and her mascara runs and i realise that my best friend was never truly on the pedestal i placed her on. and i realise i am part of the problem, treating jj like she is the be all and all of perfection and unattainablity when i should just be treating her like a friend.

spencer loves her and that kills me but it’s not what’s important right now. i’ve spent too long inside my own head, struggling to view her as my best friend or the other woman but now i see that she is someone that needs my help.

i know what it’s like to cry myself to sleep so i don’t want jj to go through something like that alone. so i vow there and then, to push my own feelings aside and be whatever she needs me to be.

i don't want to be these girls for beauty or fame but for the confidence they have in their own damn name

“smile!” garcia says as she appears with a camera.

emily, jj, and morgan turn to face her and pose but i duck out of the frame. garcia pouts and morgan grabs onto my forearm to pull me back into shot. i wish that i had the self-confidence to let him, to fall in next to him and make a silly pose at the camera and not worry if my hair was sitting nicely or if i was breathing in enough.

“come on! i need pictures for my scrapbook and you’ve been dodging me all night!” she whines.

i stare down at my feet, “garcia i’m not photoshoot ready like these guys,” i say, trying to make my voice light and floaty but it just sounds like im choking back tears.

“come on, just one picture,” jj says kindly, waving for me to come and stand next to her.

i shake my head again and wring my hands. the last thing i need is another photograph of jj and i to compare myself to every time i’m feeling extra low and self-destructive.

i try and remember the vow i made, to be there for my friend despite my own feelings. but she isn’t sad anymore, she’s happy and smiling and drinking wine, me squeezing in between her and emily for a stupid photograph isn’t going to make or break her.

it’s just a stupid photograph.

“no thanks,” i choke, “i’m going to get another drink,” i scurry away to the kitchen before anyone can object.

i shut the door quickly behind me and press my back up against it, taking a deep breath. i can’t quite believe i was successful in escaping garcia again.

“are you avoid garcia and her camera too?”

“spencer!” i laugh shrilly, “i didn’t even see you there.”

“yeah, i’ve been hiding in here for a half hour,” he smiles sadly, “i hate having my picture taken, especially next to morgan. he makes me look even lankier if possible.”

i frown, spencer had no reason to feel insecure.

“why don’t we get garcia to take a picture of just us two?” i suggest nervously, “you won’t have any reason to feel insecure next to me….”

he looks at me quizzically, “what do you mean?”

i wring my hands again, “just that you’ll automatically look even better if i’m next to you…cos’ i’m…well y’know,” i say awkwardly motioning to my face and body.

he cocks his head to the side, “are you trying to tell me you think you’re ugly, so i’ll look better by comparison?”

i shrug.

“well, i think you look beautiful.”

so I'll sit here and look at these girls in the sun dancing in the rain and just having their fun

we’re on the plane journey home.

spencer and jj sit next to each other, their arms pressed together as they share the arm rest. spencer is reading a book; his eyes scan down the pages at lightening speed and i know he’ll be finished soon.

i am on the opposite side of the plane, i sit by myself, i like the space.

i keep my eye on them throughout the flight; just as i predicted, it doesn’t take long for spencer to finish his book and he places it down on the table in front of him. jj picks it up and teases him for the long-winded title, i don’t catch what she says, something about astrophysics.

he starts to ramble, and she interrupts him with another teasing remark, he flushes when she gently nudges his chest. i turn my head to stare out of the window, biting my lip.

they aren’t even doing anything, jj is just being friendly. and i still can’t handle it. i lie my head back against the headrest as i gaze out of the window, admiring the new york skyline as it fades into the distance.

a nervous chuckle from spencer snaps me out of my trance, and i look back over to see him and jj giggling secretively as she whispers something into his ear.

 “where are you going?” emily grumbles, she’s half asleep with her legs splayed out across two chairs when i accidently bump her foot.

 “bathroom,” i say quietly with a forced smile as i shuffle past jj and spencer, my heart seizing in my chest as she teases him about how long his hair is getting, brushing her hand through the curls.

i’m already silently sobbing in the bathroom so i miss the pitiful look that emily and morgan exchange.

and I know it doesn't make sense to forget the past but I promise, one day, you'll be honey and glass

“agent fitz?” i say, clutching my phone tight in my hand.

“ahh, i’ve been wondering when i’d be hearing from you.”

i laugh quietly, “yes, well i’ve been thinking about what you said, and i think i could do with that change of scenery now.”

i wrote this in a couple hours and didnt proof read so apologies for an errors :))

part 2

[jabbagabba]

La La Land

Read Prologue

Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, grief. (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: spoilers (up to episode 6 - just to be safe), violence

———

Pools Of Despair

You weren’t sure how long it’d been, the drive feeling as though it had taken a lifetime. It might have been just down the road and you wouldn’t have been able to tell; time seemed to move torturously slow under Wanda’s control.

She tried to keep herself calm besides your frozen body, already thinking of a way out as she turned the steering wheel. But it was too late to go back.

‘No other way. No other way.’ The words replayed over and over in her head as she finally made it to the front of the building, and it was the first time she fully looked at you. Your face was stoic, the only sign of life being the soft breaths escaping your mouth. You couldn’t look at her - even if you wanted to - and as she reached a hand to your face, the feeling of complete numbness returned.

During the drive there had been small moments of clarity; moments where for the first time you felt in control. It was almost euphoric being able to push through the fog.

But then, as quickly as it had subsided, she would crawl her way back in.

Even now as she turned you toward her fully, you tried to swim through the heaviness, but the black swirls of grief and anguish just got tighter the harder you fought.

Wanda sighed in annoyance. “You can’t go in looking like that.” She pulled at a strand of her hair with a small huff. “Need glasses.”

You were sure if you had control of your body, the pain of your neck would be unbearable, the awkward angle surely making every muscle strain as you were forced to watch her pull apart the car.

This had to have been owned by the only man on the planet that didn’t carry sunglasses in their car. Wanda almost laughed, a punishment for stealing it? She couldn’t be sure.

“Well...” Wanda pulled the blue and white baseball cap by the brim from under her seat. “Better then nothing.” She gave a small smile as she adjusted it on your head, pulling back and grabbing your hand and letting it rest in her lap. “If there was any other way, I swear, I would let you go. But... I just... I can’t live without him.”

You said nothing as she cried.

———

“Head down, get Vision. Leave.” Her voice plagued your every step, each word carved into your brain as you finally reached the front desk.

‘Sword’ was a nice place - or at least had nice flooring - and from the bright light that filled each and every inch of the glossy tile, you knew there had to be a lot of glass. It was a government building after all.

“Can I help you?” Her voice is chirpy, a polite smile painted on her lips, you don’t need to see her eyes to know it wasn’t anything but genuine. She lets the wheels of her chair carry her forward, her computer forgotten besides her as you near the desk.

“Do you have... a meeting?” She smiles again, more forced and you’re able to see the golden pin on her chest that proudly says ‘Mary’ and try once more to float above the darkness.

“I -“ The word leaves your lips aprubtly and the fight drains from you just as fast. “I’m here to inquire about some of my father’s equipment. I’d like it back.” You let the darkness swallow you whole.

“And who are you again?” Mary is quick to pull her deskphone to her ear, hand hovering over the numbers.

———

The name that fell from her lips made Mary freeze. She looked up with wide eyes, both fearful and exited.

Starks were top priority at ‘SWORD’ - she was sure they were top priority everywhere - and as she desperately tried to recall if her boss mentioned anything about Stark equipment, the girl’s patients quickly wore thin.

“Can you please just tell me where to go? I have a long drive ahead of me.” Her voice was a sharp contrast from her apparance. The girl’s voice was stern and loud while her body was scrunched in on itself, eyes glued to the desk. Mary took a glance over the desk and saw the dark fabric of a dress, the hat didn’t even match the girl’s shoes.

“Right.” Mary said. “I’m sorry, just a little... starstruck.” She tried to keep her cool, turning again in her chair and started typing as fast as possible on her little keyboard. The atmosphere was thick with uncomfortable silence and Mary had to make sure not to shiver in the girl’s presence. She scrolled down the list of names and let out a small “ah” when she found your name. Just as quickly as she clicked on it, a pop up window filled the screen

STARK - Access Denined. Call Security

She felt sick; her nerves making her skin pucker as she tried to keep calm. When Mary finally found the courage to move, bile reached through her throat as she saw red eyes looking back.

“Ahh!” Mary was quick to jump out of her chair.

“Fine.” The girl sighed, hand flat on the counter as she took long strides around it. “If you won’t help me.” A red trail flowed through one of the doors; slithering like a snake as it wrapped around the shell shocked receptionist. “I’ll do it myself.”

———

Wanda’s mind had warped, grief and anger become one as she ripped through each and every room of the building. No one was safe from the witch’s wrath as she swung them through various glass panels and equipment. By the third turn she took, guards had given up, opting to instead try desperately to get out of her way.

She had left you at the desk, too transfixed to care and as she heard the various shouts of alarm from down the hallway, she was glad you weren’t in her way.

———

The group of four man were shocked; watching as the two guards dropped their guns and put their hands up for mercy.

“We’ll give you what you want. Please!” One of them - Felix - cried as the woman barreled through the double doors.

Wanda simply flicked her hand and he was sent flying to a wall, his partner following.

“Where is he?” Her accent was thick and the youngest tech almost asked her to repeat herself. “Where is Vision?” The stunned silence only fueled her anger. “You.” Red swirled under one of the men’s feet and lifted him from the ground. “Where?”

If the man could have, he’d be shivering in fear right about now. His life was in the hands of a deranged woman who with a simple flick of her wrist could send him plummeting down ten floors.

Wanda tightened her hold on him in warning and he knew he had to speak.

“Behind us.” He said. “There is a set of double doors, turn left and there’s an examination room.”

“He should be there!” A colleague on his left was shaking as she turn to face him. “He’s not lying.” Wanda let her power swim under him once more beofre gently letting him go.

“Thank you.” She gave a small smile. “Now, go.”

They didn’t have to be told twice.

———

Wanda felt as though she couldn’t breathe, the sight of her dead lover on the table was crippling. Vision was a dark grey; his eyes blank as they stared into her. If it wasn’t for the table itself she would have probably collapsed on to the floor as sobs took over her.

“I cant. I can’t. I -“ The words fell from her lips like a mystical chant. She couldn’t look at him anymore, his body was nothing but an empty shell of parts.

When her body turned to ash; Wanda was ready to die, her last shred of humanity died with Vision. The battlefield would be her final resting place. She chose to spend her last moments hoping that If there was a God that they’d be merciful, that she’d be allowed to spent her afterlife in blissful ignorance.

But instead she woke up.

Five years had passed and she was still there, only now she was alone. It was only after the death of Tony Stark that she let the floodgate of loss fill up her veins. While Thanos was alive, she had a mission; kill him and reverse the snap.

Wanda never imagined the pain that followed. She should have died that day, why couldn’t she have died that day?

Grief had a knack for turning the strongest people into helpless pools of despair.

Vision deserved better. That was what go her up, got her to calm her tears and push herself up. She wasn’t going to let them win. Vision was hers to mourn, to love, and hers to take care of.

She had a new mission, one that was stronger then her need to submit to pain.

But... she needed help carrying him.

———

Your body moved through the halls, following the tethered rope of energy that wrapped around your waist. If it wasn’t for your boots, your feet would have been covered in cuts from the sharp edges of the broken glass that filled the hallways.

The fog had cleared more then before and if you tried hard enough, you might’ve even been able to pull free completely. Wanda was exhausted and the fight had been ripped from you So you let her pull you, let the fog seep through every inch of you.

And as you entered the small room, you forgot you were suppose to care anymore.

“I need you to hold onto his legs.” She said softly, hand stroking his cheek. “Easier to carry both of you.” Your body moved again and you placed a gentle hand onto vision’s ankle.

Wanda wiped the last of her tears away, grabbed onto his arm, and all three of you were lifted off the ground.

———

Hot air blew through Wanda’s hair making her hands continuously push back strands from her face as she walked. The afternoon sun was unrelenting and she had to take several short breaks.

The car was too dangerous to return to - a swarm of agents was not something she wanted to deal with - and controlling someone for almost 24 hour straight took a lot out of her. Her hold on you was weak enough for you to sometimes fully take over, her control turning into a dull ache at the back of your brain.

As she walked in front of you thoughts of running flooded through your brain but the walking had tired your body out, and you were sure that if her little pushes weren’t there, you’d have already collapsed. Even if you had the strength to do it, the empty roads had long ago turned into tall trees and bush. You were in the middle of nowhere and getting loss in the woods with a heartbroken witch was not something you wanted to deal with. So, like a trained puppy, you followed silently behind Vision’s dragging body. It wasn’t hard to keep up, she was as slow as she could be while Vision’s body left a dirt trail.

“Break.” Wanda breathed. Who knew an empty little spot of grass would be so inviting? “Sit.” You felt a small push and follow it down to the ground. You let your fingers grip the direr under them, the cool breeze making you sigh.

“Where-“ The sound of your voice startled both of you but she stayed still. “Where are we going?”

She said nothing, choosing to instead turn on her knees and pull Vision forward by the arms.

“When I was little-“ Wanda smiled to herself as she stared down at Vision. “- I use to dream about this field. Me and Peitro went past it everyday during the summer. It had all these small flowers growing.” You listen intently as she giggles, eyes losing focus as she is hit with the memory. “I always tried to sneak past the fence... but, I was alway stopped by someone.” Her mouth twitches and you feel the pulsing return in your neck. “It’s probably nothing but dirt now, like everything.”

“Where are we going, Wanda?” You try to keep your voice soft, afraid of ruining the small moment as you reached out for her but she was quick to stop you, hand glowing red and inches away from your face.

“Don’t.” She warns. You nod in silent apology.

“We’re not far from a road.” Wanda let’s her hand fall back to her side. “I want you go and call whoever you need to.” You’re almost startled when her control leaves fully from your body, it almost feels empty. “Tell them what I did, or don’t, I don’t care. I have what I want.”

“Wanda -“

“Please.” The crack in her voice makes tears pool in your eyes. “Just go.”

You stand on shaking legs. The world was spinning and you felt as though you had just gotten off a rollercoaster but you tried to steady yourself. Unsure of where to go, you turn to her once more for guidance and she simply points behind you.

Your conscious wouldn’t let you leave. Wanda was tired and you were afraid of leaving her alone. Regardless of what she did; you knew you couldn’t blame her, she had lost everyone.

In a way, so did you.

“I’m sorry about Vision.” Wanda looked up again and gave you a small nod. “About Pietro, about everyone. I wish it was different.”

“Me too, Stark.” She let her fingers wrap around your hand and squeezed. The warmth from the dock returned and you couldn’t help but give her a small grin of gratitude. “I meant what I said at the funeral.”

Both of you were so wrapped up in your own little bubble, you didn’t even question why the birds stopped.

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All my stuff is open, and I’m always happy to hear from people so feel free to let me know what ya thought. I always get stuck halfway through writing but I hope it wasn’t too hard to read.

Next chapter will be fun.

[bluefuckboy]

Well since it was asked soooooo nicely….. hmm…. I am BEGGING please blue can I have some… sex after a long time no see (cuz dabi is a villain y’a know hehe and bakugou a hero If you have inspiration) and god dammit that 👀

Well. That Bakugo one kinda got away from me. Whoops. Also unedited so don’t sue me for typos

Dabi:

He’s on you the moment you step through the door. He can barely go a day without thinking about how he’s gonna have you screaming his name. So a month has been absolute torture. You’d FaceTimed a few times which ended up with both of you jerking off, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.

His hands are everywhere on you, cupping your hips, skirting up the backs of your thighs, pressing you toward the closest wall so he can trap you there between his knees. You’re already breathless.

“D-don’t I at least get a welcome home?”

He smiles. “This is your welcome home, baby. Enjoy it.”

The last words are whispered against your lips as he captures them in a heated kiss. It doesn’t take long for him to have you wetting your panties as he grinds his clothed erection against you. He’s a man of little words when it comes to sex, unless it’s to praise or degrade you, depending on the day.

Even so long apart it’s the same way. It’s only breathy growls and animalistic grunts against your skin as he nearly rips your skirt in haste to gain access to your wet cunt. You whimper when his warm fingers slide between your already soaked folds. He kisses you stupid again till you’re trying to fuck yourself on his fingers and then he replaces them with the thick head of his cock.

“Ah! Dabi! Hah! Fuck!”

You’re the one doing the speaking for both of you as he fucks you against the wall. He has your legs supported on his forearms as he burns the wallpaper where his hands are pressed against it. You have a vice grip on his shoulders as he bounces you on top of his cock. The wall is the only reason you havent’ keeled over. You’ve already cum, squirting down his length as the head of his cock kisses your cervix.

By the time he comes he’s holding you up. He groans into your shoulder as he coats your trembling insides with hot ropes of cum. If you cant walk the next morning, well that’s not his fault. Must be jet lag.

I’m putting a read more here for Bakugo whoops

Bakugo:

You’ll never get over the throngs of people that come out of nowhere to scream and cheer for your husband. He is the number one hero in Japan now that Deku retired to spend time with his new baby. But you know deep down past the rippling muscles and scars that Bakugo is still the secret softie you married all those years ago.

He certainly cuts an impressive figure strutting down the runway as he leaves his private jet. Another tour abroad wrapped up. Some American villain that went down all too easily with a blast from the ever impressive Dynamight. You recall him saying it would be child’s play and he’d be back before you could miss him. He was right, of course. He’s always right.

His ruby eyes scan the crowd until they land on you. You’ve dressed up a little for the occasion and he notices right away, that satisfied smirk coming to his lips as the security lets you make your way over to him. You give him a chaste kiss when he leans down.

“Welcome home, baby. I hope it all went okay.”

He huffs. “It always does. Now let’s get out of here.”

You leave the crowds and press disappointed as both of you quickly retreat into his private limo. There are still photographers trying to steal a shot of him as you roll away toward your house. House is an understatement of course, it’s a palace of luxury that Bakugo keeps in perfect order.

The staff all greet him with respectful bows as you arrive home. A lavish meal is waiting and you both sit down to enjoy it. It’s delicious but the whole time you can feel his eyes on you, darting up between bites to take in how your dress slips off your collarbones ever so slightly. You feel his hand rest on your thigh as you finish and it has your heart beating faster.

He lets you go first to get ready for bed and you have a moment where you wonder if he didn’t mean to look at you as though he wished it were you he were eating instead of the tonkatsu. You’re lounging in the large master bath when you hear the door creek open. You bring a pile of bubbles forward in an attempt to cover yourself but relax when you see the tousled blonde hair of your husband over the slight divide of the bathroom. He shuts the door and comes around to the tub.

You can’t help the little hitch in your breath when you see he’s naked. Even though you’ve seen him countless times, he still takes your breath away. Each muscle is toned to perfection, taught under his tan skin as he slips into the hot water next to you. He smirks at you when he sees you staring.

“Like what you see?”

You roll your eyes and shove at his arm playfully.

“Course I do. You know that.”

You feel a slight blush creeping over your cheeks as you reach for his hand under the water.

“I missed you.”

He chuckles. “I wasn’t even gone 24 hours.”

“I know. I know.” You bat your lashes at him. “But I did.”

His vermillion eyes locked onto yours has your voice trembling a bit as you finish speaking. It’s a game the two of you play. Casual banter before passionate sex. You both have high libidos and even though he just got off a long flight, Bakugo is more than ready to have you slide over his lap to grind his half hard cock against your ass.

You pepper his neck with kisses as his hands grip your hips. You forget how rough his palms are sometimes but the feeling of them sliding over your skin has you shivering despite being in what’s essentially your own personal hot tub. He touches you everywhere, reacquainting himself with you supple body. You can feel his cock press against your back insistently and you lift yourself up so he can position himself at your dripping entrance.

He makes your toes curl as he slides into you, muttering to himself.

“Fuck. Fuckin missed you. Missed your perfect pussy wrapped round my cock.”

He presses his hips flush with yours and you let out a little whimper as he fills you. You’ve missed the painful stretch of his cock inside of you, bullying it’s way against your gummy walls. You shiver a bit as he finally bottoms out and then he’s fucking you with such fervor you know the staff has to be able to hear you.

Bakugo is loud in every aspect of his personality, and that extends to sex. He growls as you ride his cock.

“Fuck! Yeah… that’s right. Fuckin taking me like you were made to.”

The water sloshes around you as his powerful thighs bunch under you, driving his cock to the deepest part of you. You don’t stifle your loud moaning of his name as he nudges your cervix and he gets a feral look in his eyes.

You let out a squeak when he changes his angle slightly, somehow reaching even deeper into you and making you writhe with pleasure. His name is babbled out as he fucks you into an orgasm that has your inner walls spasming. He grits his teeth.

“Tryin to milk my cock, baby?”

He pulls out and delivers another powerful thrust. You’re nearly crying from the pleasure.

“Yes! Yes… please Katsuki. P-please. Want you…”

“Want what? Gotta say it.”

He grips your hips tighter and you drape yourself over him, lashes fluttering against the thick column of his neck as you beg.

“Want you to cum inside me! Please!”

He growls approval and then pistons his cock into you, his balls slapping against you as he finally cums, spilling warm seed inside you. You shudder as you feel the pleasant warmth in your core. Bakugo thrusts a few more times, lazily fucking his spend into you before he sighs and lets his body relax against the smooth wall of the tub.

You practically purr into his skin as you settle down into his lap, keeping his cock inside you still.

“Y’know… Deku’s little boy is pretty cute.” Bakugo raises an eyebrow at you and you give his earlobe a little nibble. “I bet our baby would be cuter.”

It’s a challenge and you both spend the next day trying to prove that point.