#eh I mean it’s kinda vent-y

[cindysnuts]

CW: Animal Death/ Dog Death

So, this post is about a video of me waxing poetic about wanting a regional form for Seaking, likely cause of watching that one King of the Hill YTP one too many times, about how cool it would be to see one of the most overlooked Gen 1 Pokémon still get love this long after it’s heyday. The video is from 12 days before I had to say my last goodbye to my elderly dog, Mazie. I didn’t necessarily realize it at the time, but I was clearly struggling with the feelings I had about Mazie and taking care of her, versus making the choice to give her the best death. The decision was ours, but ultimately mine, and a hard one to make, but one that I knew would be the only real option for her.

I… really wish there was some way we could’ve taken care of her more. There wasn’t. I don’t think we were bad owners, but we weren’t exemplary. I knew that. I mean I was the youngest person living at our house, and somehow the only one responsible and understanding enough to care for a DOG. A dog. I don’t blame my mother, after all, she was already caring for both her parents by herself, while still working a difficult health care job. But, the fact that the other two living here were incapable… I dunno it really stings. It stings because I know I wasn’t enough for her. Mazie was an old, fat dachshund who was very independent and very needy. I got really sick for the first time with my chronic illness just a few months prior to this, so it was obviously really affecting my mental state here, making me more somber and reflective. And, as her primary care giver, I was also starting to lack even more. She had simple needs to go out and use the bathroom late at night, and I would get furious at her for it, because of the pain and discomfort and ruin of my sleep that I so desperately needed and could so barely maintain. It wasn’t fair but that’s how these things go, I suppose.

So there wasn’t any way to improve her care, is what I mean. If the only people capable mentally are too busy and tired or sick and weak to do so, then there’s no way I could have given her the miracle treatment that I wanted to give her. I wanted her to be cleaned up like those rusted appliances. I wanted to hunt the Herba Mystica and heal her up. I wanted her to be given new relevance and love and care, like a new form of Seaking would do for him. I wanted to I wanted to give my old dog new life.

But you can’t. I can’t. I couldn’t. She was just old. She’s not like those miracle dogs on the Dodo. She isn’t a young rescue revitalized and brought back to health by a miracle worker, cause she wasn’t young, and she didn’t have an expert caretaker. And she didn’t even really have the drive, either. She’s not. She wasn’t. She wasn’t like Seaking, or antiques, or Arven’s Mabostiff. She actually aged. She was a real dog, a real life. Seaking and Mabostiff and antique candy makers can’t get old and die. And she did. And it’s not fair. It s not fair that they can be fixed up with care and she couldn’t. And it’s not fair to myself to think that she could have, that I could have done it, done the impossible.

But it still hurts. It hurts because I love her so much. It hurts because she was such a light in my life even with the burdens of her care. It hurts because I’m guilty. It hurts because I had to rejustify my decision to others over and over again, even after we had her death date planned, even if they agreed and didn’t fight, it still hurt to rejustify. It hurt, the night before she was set to go, to have to spend it explaining to my oldest sister exactly how and why she had to die that day. It hurts because I know I was right to have stuck to my guns even with her “second wind” throwing us off. She was only getting older and slower, and less able to go on at all.

I’m glad she had a good day on her final day, though. I’m glad I had the grace and clarity to make the hardest decision I could for her. I’m glad I had the support of my mother and the Veterinarian for the decision. I’m glad I got to say goodbye to her on my day off, with exactly who I wanted to say goodbye to her with. I’m glad I cried and wept and couldn’t keep it together if I had wanted to. I’m glad she had a long life full of different families who loved her. I’m glad she got pulled out from under that trailer in Mississippi all those years ago. I love you so much Mazie. I always will.

…

So. The video. Like I said, I might be pretty self aware, but even still, I don’t think I was self aware enough at the time to realize I was talking about all of that. I probably thought it was mostly about myself, if anything. Being newly sick and unmedicated and wanting desperately to be fixed. Regardless, it’s about Seaking. It was sent late at night, after I spent the previous few minutes searching for art of a Seaking regional form. I only ended up saving it for the joke at the end, I think. But it’s brought so much beauty and catharsis to me now, six months later, I cant help but be happy that something I saved on a whim has brought me all this.

So, as thanks for reading this far, I give you: my Seaking video.

[webslingingslasher]

hey, i loveee your writings! i was wondering if you could write a fic or one shot of peter parker and reader getting into an argument based off of peter parker saying something to his friends behind readers back about reader that hurts her feelings? ending is up to you! thanks!

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii dunno how i feel about this

You were many things. 

Beautiful, talented, smart, caring, affectionate, loyal, honest, needy. 

Needy. 

Needy, needy, needy. 

Needy, he called you needy. 

Were you needy? You didn’t think so, but then again, would you be aware if you were? 

Maybe he didn’t mean it, it was a private conversation. He could’ve been just venting, ranting about small things. You’ve done it before with your friends, it could be harmless. 

But, god it hurt. It was so casual coming from his mouth, like it’s a common thought passing through his mind. 

“Hi petey,” you said with a hum, he had just left yours to hang out with his friends when he called. 

Silence drifted on the line. 

“Petey?” 

Shuffles, maybe a cough? Murmured voices, nothing too solid. 

“Peter, you there?” 

Laughs break through, you understand it was a buttdial. 

You were about to hang up but Peter moved around, suddenly the voices were crystal clear. 

“So, how is it with your girl, parker?” 

You think it’s Mark. 

It’s wrong to eavesdrop but if your partner accidentally called while they were about to talk about you, wouldn’t you listen, just for a second? 

Notes from future self, don’t. 

“Eh,” you imagine him rubbing at the back of his head, “good, good. It’s good.” 

Good? 

Good, that’s it? 

Good? 

You thought everything was great, wonderful in fact. When your friends ask about Peter you take your time on the soapbox preaching, he wants to end the conversation immediately. 

Is that a good sign or a really bad sign? 

“Just good? Don’t tell me she stopped putting out, I know how chicks are.” 

“Don’t talk about her like that, Logan.” 

Peter came to your defense, point one for parker. 

On the other side of the line Logan holds his hands up in surrender, “didn’t mean to poke the bear there, parker. Get your girl to suck your dick, you’ll be fine.” 

Next time you see Logan you’ll clobber him. 

Peter grunts, he’s never liked Logan and neither did the friend group. But every group needed that one person that was mutually hated so there was always something to joke and talk about. 

“She sucks my dick just fine, you sound jealous. I’m sure she’s got a friend that’ll pity fuck you.” 

Your eyebrows furrow, Peter doesn’t talk like that. At least not around you, is this what the ‘saturday’s are for the boys’ boys mean when they say locker room talk? 

Mark cuts back in, he lights up a joint. 

“I’m sure parker is just fine, he can barely rip himself away from Y/N.” He coughs on the smoke between laughs, Peter stays quiet. He’s wondering if he should tell his friends this, it’s nothing serious and it didn’t really bother him, and he didn’t want to say anything to you because he knows you’d take offense and stop it; and he’d miss it way too much. 

“Yeah, that’s kinda the problem.” 

He mumbled it, but he said it and what the fuck did that mean? 

You couldn’t stop now, you pray he doesn’t see you’re connected to the call. 

“Trouble in paradise? Do tell.” Mark offers the joint to Peter, he accepts it and passes it to Logan. 

“Sometimes I feel like she’s all over me and needs me for everything, I dunno.” 

Peter tugs at his hair, he’s not saying it right. 

“I think I feel like no matter how much I’m there it’s not enough, she’s so needy.” 

Gut punch. You took such a sharp inhale you have to stop breathing to make sure Peter didn’t pick up on it. You’re reeling trying to look at it from his side, you didn’t seem needy, but everyone’s idea of needy must be different. 

Sure, you do try to extend his visits for as long as possible but that’s because some weeks you feel like you don’t see him but for a few hours and you’re willing to scrape up as much time as possible. And because you love him. And sure, there have been times you ask him to do things or help you but you love watching him fix things around your apartment and have him take extra time to dote on you. And because you love him. 

You want to hang up, you don’t want to know why he thinks you’re needy. If you do then you’ll spiral and question everything you do from here on out. 

On Peter’s end he pulled his phone out to check to see the time, and if you’ve texted. His eyes widen at the screen, he feels like he stopped breathing before he whispered a “fuck” under his breath, he looked at the screen and tried to pretend it wasn’t real. 

It was. Bold and in his face, your saved name and small lettering below it, ‘call connected’ you’ve been on the line for six minutes. You heard absolutely everything, in a panic he hung up the call which was the worst thing he could’ve done, because now you know he knows, and suddenly you realized that if he thought you were needy you’d show him you weren’t. 

—----------------------------------

There is no surprise your boyfriend is pounding on the door. 

Not loudly, but constant and quickly, demanding to not be ignored. 

Like his four missed calls. 

After two straight minutes of his rapping you finally swung the door open, waiting for him to bombard you with reason and apologies. He looked surprised. Peter opens and closes his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

Your eyebrow raises at his silence, “you had forty minutes, four missed calls, seven ignored texts, banged on my door for two minutes, and in all that time you didn’t think of one thing to say?” 

“I’m sorry?” He looks sheepish, he gave a tiny shrug. Hoping you’ll find him cute enough to be let off the hook, like a kid with cookie crumbs around his mouth claiming he didn’t know who ate them. 

You run your tongue over your teeth and click them, “yeah, no.” You try to swing the door shut and he foot catches it. 

“Baby,” he catches your eyes, his own look wet and sad. He looked remorseful for his words but didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” 

You know what you want to say, you want to tell him that it hurt your feelings, that you didn’t know you were being that way, why he didn’t tell you, why he felt that way, a million things ran through your mind. 

But that would make him right. Needy about answers, about why he would think that. That would prove him right, and you weren’t needy, you didn’t think you were but anything he might deem as needy wouldn’t be done anymore. 

“It’s okay.” 

Peter pulls his head back, he’s unsure if you know what you said. 

“It’s…okay?” 

You nod, “yeah, sure, I understand, you were just venting, and I shouldn’t have been listening.” 

“But that doesn’t make it okay, because if you did that to me I’d be hurt.” 

But I wouldn’t do that, I only praise you around my friends.  

“Yeah, well, fuck around and find out, you know.” 

It feels off, this is why Peter didn’t want to tell you anything. He knew you’d pull away from him, you already are. 

“Wanna watch a movie? I heard there’s -” he tries to move around your shoulder to come in but you move to block him entirely. He looks at you half confused, half offended. 

You didn’t need him. He had plans with his friends and you weren’t about to prove them all right and have Peter come running back to you, like he always does, and try to fix things. 

This time Peter wouldn’t fix things, you were. It was clear what he didn’t like, so you’ll stop doing it. 

“Don’t you have plans tonight?” 

Peter snorts, “since when do you care? You always beg me to stay with you anyways.” 

Is that one? One of the things that made him think you were needy? 

Not tonight. 

“I won’t beg tonight then, go have fun.” 

Peter regrets everything about the past two hours, he should’ve stayed when you asked the first time. 

“I have more fun with you, lemme in.” Peter tried to push past but you were adamant he leaves. 

“Go smoke some weed with Mark, come back when you have the munchies. I’ll make cookies.” 

Peter shakes his head, “I don’t wanna hang out with them right now, I want to hang out with you.” He tries to move past you for the third time, you put a hand on his chest to push him back.

“No you don’t. You feel guilty and want to prove something to me or yourself or whatever, and I don’t need Logan thinking if you don’t grovel at my feet then I’ll stop sucking your dick.” 

Peter jumps in immediately, “that was fucked up, and I know I said some shitty things too but I didn’t want him thinking I wasn’t getting laid.” His eyes blow up, he moves his hands around, “not that that matters! Cause I’d love you no matter how much we had sex, but we are having sex and he-” 

You hold up a hand to stop him, “I don’t know where you think that’s going but it’s nowhere good. You’re just digging a deeper hole.” 

Peter’s voice is panicked, “there’s a hole?” 

You sigh and clasp your hands, you point them at his chest. 

“I’m not mad and I don’t need you here, I also don’t need you trying to make a point about not meaning it. You said it and you meant it, don’t lie to my face. Either man up or go back to your friends.” 

You were right, this is going nowhere good and Peter knows it. 

“This shouldn’t be a fight, right?” 

You shrug, “I dunno.” 

Peter pleads with you, he wants anything, something he can work off of. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them, he rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“Are you sorry you said it or sorry you got caught?” 

Peter doesn’t know how to respond yet, he doesn’t know how to be honest without offending you and he doesn’t want one thing to change. 

“I just….” He groans and tilts his head back, “can I please come inside?” 

You take him in and decide it’s okay for him to enter, your head looks at your roommates door to make sure it’s still closed. 

Peter flops on the couch and slaps the coffee table, you take a seat where he called and waited. 

“You’re not needy. Not at all, and don’t think I’m just saying that because I think that’s what you want to hear. Needy is the wrong word, it makes you seem annoying or unbearable and I promise you’re my most favorite person in the world, so it’s not that.” 

You whisper your words, your thumbnail being nibbled on. 

“So what did you mean?” 

“I don’t even know!” Peter stresses his point, you can see how upset he is, that he not only said it, but couldn’t place it. 

“I just think maybe,” he groans, he doesn’t like being vulnerable. He’s the strong one in the relationship, it wasn’t very manly to cry over loving your girlfriend too much. 

Peter rubs at his cheek and shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

Your eyes narrow, “liar.” 

Peter folds his cards, the only thing he has to lose here is you, and he will if he doesn’t be honest. But it’s a whole new level to him, a layer he’s about to peel back, one that isn’t so light and happy. It’s a side very few people have seen, he’s scared to show it to you. 

“Can we talk?” 

You look at him oddly, “we are?” 

“Private.” 

You’re confused but lead him to your bedroom. Peter didn’t know how to tell you he was about to cry, but when he did he didn’t want your roommate seeing it. 

You wait for Peter’s lead when you reach your room, he pushes you towards your bed for you to take a seat, he stands between your legs and cups your face. Peter tilts your head up until he’s looking down into your eyes, he looks troubled. A small tired grin hugged his lips, “hi baby.” 

“Hi, peter.” you whispered soft, his thumb brushed your bottom lip. 

He takes in a deep breath like he’s remembered the task at hand. 

“I’m about to tell you something I haven’t told anyone else, and it’s a different Peter than you’re used to.” Peter presses a kiss to your forehead and steps back, this time he takes a seat at your desk chair. 

“I don’t think you're needy. I don’t even know what to say, cause like, fuck… I don’t, look, spider-man has a lot of people that need him, right? And he works hard all day and has no one to share it with, but I do. I get to tell you about my shit days, and you’ll patch me up and I’ll pretend to leave just so you can ask me to stay over, and honestly? It feels nice to have someone who needs Peter and not spider-man for once.” 

You try to speak but he stops you, he looks like he’s about to cry. 

“I look forward to it too much. I fucking sit here and play pretend, like it’s a chore to spend time with you, and you always ask me how I do it so good and I’m just so used to hiding it. I’m so used to hiding this lonely feeling, like nothing is enough, and then I had you.” 

Peter shakes his head slowly, he wipes at his nose. Tears drop casually with every few blinks as he speaks, you want to hold him to you forever. 

“I didn’t have to do anything because you did, you made all the decisions I wanted to in the first place. I love when you ask me to fix things, and when you want me to spend every second with you, when you want me to skip a night out, when you get me to stay over for the third night in a row.” 

Peter wipes his eyes, he sniffs and breathes out shakily, this is what it’s about, right? 

“Baby, you aren’t needy. I am.”

“And you projected that on me.” It wasn’t a question. 

He laughs, a tear drips down his nose, he wipes it away.

“I’ve never felt so needed and wanted in my life, and I am so terrified I’ll fuck it up and lose it all.” 

You’d never do that, if the relationship ends it won’t be on your terms.

Finally you stand and sit on his lap, he welcomes you and for the first time you notice how tight he’s always wanted to hold you, forever stuck in his grasp. You straighten the collar on his shirt and fix his hair, his eyes shiny from his tears. 

“You could, you could fuck it all up and lose it.” 

You press your forehead against his, “but I need you too much.” 

[skylarsblue]

✦Even. More. Incorrect C.o.D Quotes.✦

Y/N, pinning Soap’s arms with their thighs in sparring: Haha! Eat shit, Scotsman! Soap, struggling: FUCKIN’ ‘ELL, The hell is in your thighs?! Y/N: Pure spite and protein, bitch! --

Someone: Hey Johnny. Y/N: Oh, no, only Ghost can- Soap: Oi! Only Y/N & Ghost can pull that off, it’s Soap to you. Y/N: Yeah he- wait me too? *gaaassp* Ohhh is this what favoritism feels like?! Soap: Pfft, maybe! Y/N: I enjoy it a lot! <3

-- American!Y/N: Fuckin’ git, he’s off his rocker, that one. The entire team: … American!Y/N: *dramatically smacks their hand over their mouth* Gaz: *laughing* Was that genuine?! Y/N: AH, I’ve been conditioned! I’ve been colonized! Soap: COLONI-*WHEEZE*

-- Fem Fatal!Y/N: What th- what is this, a spy movie? You want me to infiltrate by being some eye candy?! Laswell: It’s the best option we have. Ghost: I disagree with this. Soap: Me too! This feels real nasty, I think. Fem Fatal!Y/N: *sigh* Fine, I’ll do it. God gave me these tits for a reason, might as well use’em for somethin’. Gaz: PFF-no no, don’t be funny, this is a bad situation.

-- Graves: No! You can’t, cause if you take it- …you’ll be hurting my feelings :((( Ghost: You know, I was thinking about that. And, the thing is…I really don’t care.

-- (In a ride back to base; just makin’ conversation)

Gaz: Do you find boys attractive? Or girls. That’s one what to check, if you’re not sure. Y/N: *chuckles* You think I’m not sure? Y/N: Everyone’s attractive to be honest, even if it’s just something small. Like, some people have really gorgeous hands. Y/N: I don’t know…I’m a little bit in love with everyone I meet. But I think that’s normal. Gaz: …hm, suppose that’s a fair answer…

-- Soap, laughing: You watch it or might just start fallin’ for ya, L.T! Ghost: …would you like to? Soap: Eh-…huh? Simon: Would you like to? Fall in love with me, I mean… Soap: ….well I-…well, yeah. I wouldn’t mind…if you’d let me. Simon: …I’d let you. Soap: Well then, guess that’s it then. Woo me, Si. Simon: I’ll do my best.

-- Someone: I don't need advice from a team of virgin losers. Y/N: VIRGIN LOSERS?! *grabs Price’s shoulder and motions to him aggressively* You gonna tell me you think this man doesn’t fuck for a living?! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?! Gaz & Soap: *for the millionth time trying not to laugh* Price: *he’s not encouraging it but he does look kinda smug*

-- Gaz, on TikTok: Everyone’s always like “Kyle how’d you bag a baddie, how’d you bag that baddie bruh-“ I didn’t bag shit. Y/N picked me up from my neck, threw me over their shoulder and I’ve been on it ever since. (Zooms out to show that he is in fact, on their shoulder) Gaz: And I ain’t got no plans on getting off anytime soon-

(This also works with Soap & Ghost)

-- Y/N: Why’s it always you got mommy issues or you got daddy issues? Me personally? Both my parents got me messed up, the side I pick? Is mine. I ain’t Hannah Montana- Y/N: 🎶but I got the best of both worlds!~🎵 Ghost: *he’s laughing on the inside, I swear*

-- Ghost, on the verge of dissociating: Why be sad…when you can just be ✨g o n e✨ Soap: Si, no-

-- Graves: Punch me. In the face. Didn’t you hear me? Y/N: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you speak, but it’s usually subtext. Graves: *huff* Well I- *gets punched so hard he falls over* Y/N: ….that felt good. Ghost: I’m so proud- Price: Stop encouraging them.

-- Soap, bursting into the briefing room: Y/N got into a fight! (Insert running scene) Price: Soldier, what hap- Ghost, sliding up in front of them: Did you win? Y/N: Of course I won. Ghost: Nice. Price: STOP ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE-

-- Y/N, in a vent above a room: Soap, it’s me, the devil! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: *trying so hard not to laugh* Y/N: I’m here to convince you to do SIN. Come with me. Steal candy from babies and from small businesses! Soap: *WHEEZE*

-- Y/N, passing by: *does that super flirty “up & down” look* Hey König…~ König: Hallo, guten morgen. Y/N: *smiles and keeps going* König, as soon as they’re gone: *deep breath* Ohmeingottohmeingott *tiny scream*

-- Ghost after being asked about his feelings on Soap: *heavy breathing* ……..nextquestion-

-- Gaz, a menace on TikTok: Batches be on the lookout for Captain Save-A-Hoe, cause he savin’ hoes. Price, minding his business: ? Y/N, dramatically “swooning” in the background: I WANNA BE SAAAAAVED *falls* Price, unaware he’s having a thirst trap made for him: ?????

-- (I think bullying Graves is funny)

Graves: Let me tell you how this is gonna work- Y/N: You ain’t gonna tell me shit. Graves: Listen!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Listen to me!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Shut up, listen to me! Y/N: Suck my dick, you fuck man. Graves: Listen!! Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: You will be here and listen to my ord- Y/N: You’ll be here sucking my dick. Graves: Listen to me, now! Y/N: Go fuck yourself.

-- Y/N: I would rather lead my team into a pit of fire, than have them wield guns for your ignorant usurper cunt of a general. Price: *mans is so proud it’s showing in his chops*

-- Simon: Your eyes are like sapphires…jeez…ahem, that’s pretty corny though, huh? Soap, swooning: No, not at all. Anyone would like it…aha… Simon: …uh…is this- Soap: Working? Oh yeah, thoroughly wooed, sir. Simon: Good, good.

-- Price: Please tell me you didn’t drag the boys into this. Y/N: I didn’t drag Soap & Gaz into this! *insert banging on door* Price: Who is that? Y/N: I think you know.

-- Soap: I wouldn’t wish that ‘pon my worst enemy. Unless, of course, we’re talkin’ ‘bout my enemy Philip Graves. Soap: Fuck you, Phillip(/neg), you know what you did.

-- Gaz: So you have feelings for this person. Just rip the bandaid off. Y/N, with daddy issues: It’s Price. Gaz: *inhales through his teeth* Put the bandaid back on.

-- Y/N: …Ghost? You’re into Ghost? Soap: Mhm…thoughts? Y/N: And prayers, Johnny. And prayers.

-- Gaz: Are you straight? Y/N: *chokes on drink* Don’t ever fucking insult me like that ever again.

-- (Some type of escort mission or somethin’)

Price: This woman wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail. Fem!Y/N: Honestly, you lot have to be the most boorish, crude, pig-headed men I’ve ever met. Price: Hey, I’ve seen the high-bred boys you’ve hung out with, princess. I’m the only man you’ve ever met.

(Insert overly intense sexual tension here)

-- König: How does that even make any- *knife sound* König: *looks down at the knife in his thigh* Did you just- *takes knife out* Did you just stab me? What is your problem?!

-- (I’m only using Alejandro cause the dude in the audio had a slight Spanish accent, mans is definitely a feminist)

Alejandro: It’s not natural for girls to fight. Fem!Y/N: Now it’s not natural for a man to be as stupid as he is tall, but mm. Here you stand! Alejandro, in love: …

[aka-indulgence]

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(ehe…. vent fluff… prepare for Not Proper Writing I guess)

sads about stuff other people said that made (reader)’s brain go “aaaa” and Sans is there to tell you how much he means to him

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You were hoping Sans wasn’t paying attention to you haphazardly throwing together your (and his) dinner. It’s just some.. noodles and some onions… some instant broth… You dropped the knife and threw it to the sink with more force than necessary. You could almost, physically feel Sans turning his skull around to look at the kitchen.

“you ok in there?”

“Everything’s good!” You answered, also with more force than necessary. If he could see your smile you’d probably look kinda insane.

You make noodle soup with anxious energy. It felt like it took forever for the water to boil. You put the bowls on a tray and carry it out to the living room.

Sans looks at you expectantly (and with some worry) as you put it down on the table in front of you. The tray hits the table with a smack! sloshing the soup, which ended up on your hand. The burn from the boiling hot liquid was instant.

“Argh!!!” You exclaimed, running to back to the kitchen.

“shit, are you ok?” Sans’ brows are furrowed as he followed you to the sink.

“It’s fine! I’m sorry.” you quickly said, staring hard at your injured hand like it was the cause of all your problems.

It felt like you’ve been on a thin string all day. You had a stumble at work, and someone had made a comment on how clumsy you are. It… it wasn’t a lot. It’s not like you were outright bullied. But for some reason it stung somewhere in your chest and has been floating around your mind for the rest of the day. You felt stupid. The harder you tried to ‘get over it’ the more your brain just wanted to focus on it. And you felt even sillier, because it just made you want to cry more. And over what?

The tears were threatening to spill over your eyes as you held your breath, turning the faucet further. Maybe so the water would drown out the sounds of you sniffling.

Gently, a hand reaches beside you over your hand on the faucet, closing it. Sans takes a paper towel and dabs it around your wet hand, wiping it with… almost too softly. Somewhere at the back of your mind the memory of someone patching up your cuts as a child surfaces and your tears fall.

… Of course Sans is completely oblivious to your spiraling thoughts, and doesn’t know why you started to sob.

“… buttercup?” Sans frowned. “what’s… what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything when you lean forward to hug him, hiding your face in the hood of his jacket. You stand there for a while, letting your shoulders shake.

After a while, you said “Sans…”

“yes?”

“Do you think I’m good enough?”

… Long pause.

…

“wh… what do you mean by that?”

“Adequate. Not stupid.” you answered bitterly.

Instantly, he holds your shoulders, his forehead against yours.

Gently, he prompted “where did you get the idea that you’re not?”

“…” You didn’t look at his eyelights. You’re too embarrassed.

“… ok, that doesn’t matter right now. but please don’t say that.” Sans plead. “because you have no idea how… how much you are,”

He mumbled for a bit before he added “how much of a treasure you are.”

Oh man. There goes your tears again.

“i… feel so lucky that you’d want to be with a lazy, ketchup-drinking skeleton like me,” he chuckled, corner of his grin lifting.

“Y… you’re smart and funny,” you said almost automatically, “… and handsome,”

His smile gets wider. “exactly why i feel so lucky. how can i have this… beautiful, wonderful human look at me and… and love me? (y/n). you’re more than enough. i don’t care whatever anyone says about you, how you got the idea that you might not be ‘good enough’- to me, you’re… you’re overflowing. you’re smart…. and you’re kind. more than i am. and i think that’s much more admirable.”

You rubbed your face, hiccuping a little.

“hey. you aren’t your mistakes. so let’s not pretend you are,” Sans eyed the knife in the sink, “you’re (y/n). and i’m the lucky monster who can call you my date. come eat with me?”

You’re thumbing the sleeve of your shirt when he asked.

“Only if we’re watching something funny. Or cute.”

“ok, animal videos…. like an old person?”

“Yep.”

He kissed your cheek and bridal carried you to the living room. Neither of you are bothered by the cool soup.

[shinobucanonwife]

My wish?

Shinobu x Fem!reader

ANGST.

“Ara ara! Tomioka-san! Isnt the moon beautiful tonight?” Your eyes widened at this. Why would she say that? You had a huge fat fucking crush on her and she didn’t notice? Giyu hummed in response. You paused walking, “What’s wrong Y/n?” Shinobu asked as she tilted her head. “I- I smell a demon over there, you guys keep going, i’ll deal with this one.” You made an excuse, you wanted to get away so you can sob in silence. “Are you sure?” Shinobu made on ‘o’. “Are you doubting me?” You scoffed. And soon, you dashed away. “Is she mad at me?” Shinobu frowned.

You sat down by a lake, a young red head was seen. “Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s in that box?” You questioned. “Oh inside this? My sister.” He said proudly. “Isn’t she suffocating?” You tilted your head, “Uh well, about that-“ “She’s a demon isn’t she?” His eyes widened in shock, how? “Look, I believe that demons and humans can be friends one day, so it’s fine with me.” You looked up at the sky, stars and a moon, shining.

He sat down by you, placed the box down. “Look! A shooting star!” He gasped. You both quickly made a wish not wasting anytime. “What was your wish?” He asked quickly. “I’ve heard that wishes don’t come true if they have been shared to other people you know?” You booped his nose and was abit flustered.

“You look tired.” He frowned. You turned your head at him, “Of course I am, I am a hashira. Meaning no sleep.” You sighed. “You should sleep!” He insisted, pouting like a child. “I want to, but I never get the chance to. I feel like if I do, I won’t wake up ever again.” You vented, “You should take a day off!” He put on his childish mad face. “Can’t, I don’t think Oyakata-sama will be pleased.” You leaned on the grass, staring at the sky. “Have you asked?”

You stayed silent for a second, “I haven’t considered, look, I just became a hashira so I can’t take a break.” You simply said. “Hey.. What’s your name?” You asked him. “Tanjiro Kamado! My sister’s name is Nezuko Kamado!” He grinned. “Cool, Y/n L/n. Moon Pillar. Hey, where are your parents?” You asked in a worried toned. “Oh uh.. They are gone.” His head was down and he had a frown on his face. “I apologise for bringing that up…, Hey I know!” His head tilted. “You should live at my estate and we’ll be a family!” You grinend proudly. “Eh?” He looked in a confused expression. “Now that I think about it, it’s kinda weird.” “No no, I accept your offer. We don’t have a place to stay anyways.” He smiled. “Okay, we’ll just so you know. There’s another hashira living there as well. He’s only 14 tho.” You smiled. “So can I call you Nee-san?” He asked. “Sure!”

After the fight with lowermoon 5 (my baby 😭😭) and the trial, they had to head to the butterfly estate so they can get healed. “I can’t believe what you did back there Y/n, you know demons and humans can’t be allies!” Shinobu had an irk on her face. “Some can, some can’t. You shouldn’t doubt that.” You scoffed. “Also, did you see the shooting star last night?” She clapped her hands. “Yea, I made a wish.” You said. “Same here! What wish did you make?” She tilted her head. “Wishes can’t come true if they have been shared to someone else, Kocho.” You glared at her.

“Of course!” She smiled.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

“Y/n-san! Please don’t die!” Tanjiro hugged you as you have been hit by Akaza’s blood art. “I’m sure you can fight with Muzan, you gotta keep going kid.” You smiled at him. “But what if I don’t?” He sniffled. “Hey, wanna know my wish that night?” He nodded, “My wish was after the war, me and Shinobu will get married.” You smiled. “Well, you gotta make it if you want that to happen!” He sobbed. “I told you my wish, now it won’t come true, remember?” You smiled. “I have trust in you, defeat him and we will live in peace.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“I will.”

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

“CAW CAW! Uppermoon 3 has died!” A crow flew around the castle and exclaimed.

“CAW CAW! Y/n L/n has passed away from a fatal hit from Uppermoon 3!” Another exclaimed.

“No, that can’t be..” Shinobu said as she had a hard grip on her sword. While she was distracted, Douma landed an attack on her, slashing her. She fell down, she knew that losing a lot of blood cannot be saved now. So she went along with her plan.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

As you walked step by step to the light, a voice called you. “Y/n!” Shinobu screamed. You froze, is she here as well? You went back, seeing a familiar black head with purple tips, you knew who that was. “I missed you.” She hugged you. “Shinobu..” You wrapped your hands around her waist. “Why?” You asked. “Don’t worry, it’s going all according to plan.” As Douma’s head fell on Shinobu’s hand. “Now that I have your head on my hand, i’ll live in peace now.” You ignored abit of her sayings until, “Is this what love feels like? Marry me!” The dumb Elsa said. “Go fuck yourself in hell.” She smiled. “Come on Y/n, let’s leave that bastard.” She smiled at you grabbing your arm.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

“Shinobu-san’s wish that night.. was to marry Y/n?”

Please do not copy my work, re-blog or repost it on another platform. © sleepy

[throwaway-yandere]

His Ice Fishing Buddy (Yandere!Childe/Reader)

A/n: id get accused of favoritism if i didn't write a childe fic ehe. I already wrote a fic where my current dps-es ayaka and ayato are there, would be weird if I didn't write my previous main dps lmao. sorry my tartar sauce boy. This is part 1/3(?) of the short fic "Soldier, Poet, King" (which is yandere Childe, Thoma, and Diluc respectively). Ps: I'm gonna make some stuff abt Varka's "family" cause we still don't have enough info on him lol

An actually reliable synopsis this time wow: reader vents out frustrations and childe listens w/ added bantering

Gn!reader

Cw: It's a really mild/soft & wholesome short yandere fic. Also, I likely have a different characterization for Tartaglia haha… I'm more used to his character in the voice lines so this might not have that "hey girlie~" vibes to it, I'm sorry (´-﹏-`；). Implied yan!Diluc & yan!Thoma/reader.

Parts:

Soldier (You're here), Poet, King

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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Tartaglia was, they would tell you that he's nothing more than a pampered kid who got scolded by the Millileth.

If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Ajax was, they would tell you that he's the best fishing buddy they ever had.

In hindsight, you are correct. But that's only because you've never had any other fishing buddies to begin with, so there's no competition for him.

You loved fishing around Dragonspine's west end, close to the road that connects Liyue and Mondstadt but far enough to see both civilizations. You were viewed by the Fishing Association as a lone wolf yet beloved "cousin," the type that only came by on holidays to dish out trinkets to the family. That was your place in the group, and they regarded you with plenty of endearments.

Everyone in the association was ecstatic when they received a half-frozen letter from Tommy, penned by yours truly, which detailed a new fishing companion.

Although, when they read your tales about him, it seems as if this new partner of yours is just as unhinged as you are.

"Have you ever wondered how it would feel like to be a fish?" You asked before you cast your line. 

You kept going while smiling. "It would be nice, wouldn't it? To feel happy when you're drowning. To sink in and just… not be affected by what's up there. Kinda cool. I mean, fish can drown in certain ways, but still..."

He looked at you with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy. Ajax mentally reasoned that having long chats must be a family characteristic for the Imunlaukr Clan.

"Are you alright, comrade?" Ajax asked. He wrapped his scarf around your neck, but the effect was nearly nonexistent. You are used to this cold as much as he is, but considering how he's a full-pledged Snezhnayan man, he's likely to be more resilient. 

Still, it made your lips quirk up for a second. It's the thought that counts, right?

Ajax had always struck you as a kindred spirit. His odd fascination with fighting turned you off at first, but he has a compelling and charismatic presence. Yet, Ajax is far from a playboy. His pickup lines are rarely memorable and they hardly ever stick. Quite frankly, you thought his flirtatious jokes were enough proof that he's likely to die alone.

The man is uber-fixated on becoming stronger in such a nerdy way, which is kind of contradictory. He boasts that he's strong but seems to flail around in the hopes of achieving whatever the hell "world domination" entails.

In short, Ajax is a paper tiger in your eyes. Both in flirting AND combat.

"Never better," you replied sarcastically.

"Have you eaten lunch?"

You pointed at your half-eaten frozen... charcoal discarded in front of your humble tent.

He initially mistook that you were pointing to the letter written by an Inazuman fisherman rather than the hazardous garbage that was strewn about. Ajax's nose scrunched.

With his siblings and acquaintances, he provides them with sugarcoated words when it comes to cooking. It matters not if the scales are flakey and toasted to bitterness similar to ground coffee. But this? This, however...

"I get that it may just be my preferences talking, but it doesn't look very palatable. Don't you realize that food is like weaponry? You need to consume things that are beneficial for the body. Damn. How are you going to keep your promise of 'not dying until Ajax conquers the world' when you live like this?"

"Oh, please stop. You sound like my mother." You grimaced. "Who said you need to be a master chef to fry a fish? You just need to be moderate at arson!"

That last sentence explained a lot.

Ajax laughed boisterously. "C-Comrade, you couldn't even fry the fish right."

"Oi! Shut up. You're scaring the fish away." You grumbled. "The rain just stopped and the fish aren't coming back. So be quiet."

"I'd be afraid too if that sad charcoal is my fate."

"Just shut up."

"Amuse me: were you cooking for yourself or were you just crafting fish baits?–"

"SHUSH."

Tartaglia would have offered you a big supper in Liyue under normal circumstances. During combat, he had fleeting thoughts about pampering you with the dishes and clothing you deserved. He can see you dress up just for him holding his arm as you both enter the establishment so vividly. Tartaglia could hear your laughter fill the air as you mispronounce different Liyue cuisines. 

He felt hollower each time he snapped out of his daydreams and remembered your patched and ragged clothes in this unforgiving climate

However, Ajax desired to uphold this image you had of him. Even if your cheap lifestyle is slightly killing the banker's insides. 

"Hey, why don't you eat something in Mondstadt? My treat."

You gazed up, confused.

"Why?"

"There's no way you haven't missed a good, juicy, meaty steak," Ajax said, his voice similar to a burlesque salesman. "Plus, I'll accompany you on your trip. The road's teeming with hilichurls compared to this dead place. There'll be plenty of fights waiting for me if I accompany you, so why not?" 

As long as no one saw Ajax's mask, no one would shun him for being a Harbinger. He had already sent directives for the Fatui stationed in Mondstadt not to approach him on this little date. 

The only problem is Master Diluc…

Why didn't he exposed that he's a Fatui Harbinger yet?

You rolled your eyes. "Why not? The reason why not is because I'm not going to order steak just to sate your bloodlust. Plus, Good Hunter has a delivery service anyway."

"But you should go home once in a whileeee," Ajax whined.

You yanked back your reel, but there was no sign of a catch.

"Why are you so persistent?" You said in a monotone voice.

It didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a complaint.

Ajax finally realized how crestfallen you were when he stared at you. Your expression had been the same the second he mentioned Mondstadt. He felt a stab of remorse as he struggled to come up with a reply.

Your eyes looked just like his, dead.

"I don't want to be seen at the town square."

Ajax paused and hesitate on whether or not he should ask. He decided that it would be best if he would've ordered Viktor to figure out what happened if you didn't tell him anyway. "Why?"

"I overheard a few things about me." You said. "A few things I didn't even know about myself."

"Oh?"

You both paused, but it was a comfortable silence. As Ajax sat alongside you on the wood, your shoulders began to relax. The ice gradually soaked his gray trousers, but his attention did not divert. Ajax's entire focus was on you, and it warmed your heart to know you have such a wonderful friend.

"Ready when you are, (Y/n)."

You felt some kind of zest. In this scenario, hearing him use your name instead of "comrade" had a distinct effect you can't quite put a finger on.

"Right." You cleared your throat. "So, uh, last week when you weren't here I overheard Marjorie and some blonde rat-tailed guy talk about me a-and umm..."

Your eyes were beginning to moisten. You bared the restricting ache in your chest with a close-eyed grin and proceeded to spill.

"S-She wasn't saying nice things. That's all."

You would have had a better chance of seeing Ajax's evil gaze if you had kept your eyes open the entire time. You might have noticed how strangely silent he was if you had concentrated on him instead of composing yourself. Instead, you were clinging to the last shred of self-control you had to not let the floodgates open.

"Marjorie, the Souvenir Shop owner? Do you know the other man?"

"No." You shook your head weakly. "Never met him, I think. He seemed like a tourist but he looked like a Mondstadter..." 

"I-I mean, not-that-it-bothers-me-of-course. I know I'm a weirdo, but I'm ashamed to think that I never once pieced together that people think I'm a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan. I thought everybody in my family was unique, but I didn't realize that I'm underwhelming when it comes to... whatever positive uniqueness people are after. It gets suffocating when I hear those harsh words constantly whenever I come home. Especially since I don't have a vision."  

"That's why I hate visiting little Mond. Everyone there despises me. Some have the gall to hide it to gain my cousin's favor, while some flat out tell me that they want my name erased from the family tree." You continued. 

"So, I guess that's why I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end." 

Ajax took a deep breath. You laughed nervously a few seconds later.

"Haha, that kinda rhymed. Sorry. Even I admit that that was too much. I'm rambling again. My bad."

To be honest, he also had an ulterior motive when befriending you. Keyword: had. 

He sought you out before to leech out more information about Grandmaster Varka, who seemed to go on month-long expeditions out of nowhere. It made him agitated. He was desperate to learn more about Mondstadt's powerhouse that he combed through all of his contacts until he came across you. The joyful titan's favorite cousin: the isolated fisherman.

Tartaglia saving you from drowning in Wyrmrest Valley was no "stroke of luck" as you put it.

Tartaglia intended to kidnap you for ransom, one that can only be paid by sparring with a worthy opponent.

But after getting to know you, your insecurities, and your passion as a human being for half a year, Ajax couldn't help but want you even if he tried not to.

He could no longer bring himself to cause harm to the one weak link to The Knight of Boreas. If anything, he learned firsthand why Varka was adamant about keeping you safe and hidden. It also made sense why there were rumors that the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt has a crush on you. You are too eccentric– too valuable for the public eye

Perhaps it was for the best that you declined Ajax's offer. He loathes the idea of others looking at you, particularly that redhead with a (reasonable) vendetta against him. You're better off isolated. 

Alone, with him.

He rubbed his thumb at the back of your palm. 

"Comrade..." Ajax cooed. "You're not a disappointment."

 You laughed.

"A part of me already acknowledged that, but thank you. It's impossible to be like Varka. I wish I could be like him every day, but the thing is the only thing I'm good at is whipping this rod and reeling in a big one... and I didn't even get a catch today. Hell, when I tried to train, Diluc told me to just give up and let him do all the protecting-and-what-not. I wish I could just, well, not think about other people like Varka does."

You exhaled deeply. If not Varka, then you hope to become like your pen pal, Fixer, instead. He frequently offered sound advice on how to be more friendly and personable, and he even offered to meet with you after the Sakoku decree was repealed. "Fixer" didn't appear to mind rumors about him, despite the fact that he's a Mondstadter living in a xenophobic country. You can only dream of being that resolved in your worth and confidence.

Maybe you should accept his invitation to meet up. Fixer sounded like he was dying to see you. After all, it's the least you could do for the man who still kept in contact despite his country's prohibition.

"Huh?! Diluc said that?" Ajax suddenly exclaimed. "What kind of man discourages someone from training? People should strive to be formidable warriors if they want to--"

He stopped when he realized you were staring at him with immense judgement.

"Ah, right, wrong timing." He gulped.

"But hey." Ajax squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back. "Comrade, you're being too harsh on yourself and you know it. Hell, it's those scheming bad guys who should be self-critical, not you."

He definitely had his co-workers in mind when he said that.

You snickered. "I'm not a child anymore, Ajax. There's no such thing as bad guys."

"Well," Ajax nervously cleared his throat, undoubtedly uncomfortable. "I mean, there's the Fatui."

"What, like that big doofus Childe?" You teased.

He froze.

Ouch.

'Ajax' laughed sparingly.

"Yeah. Like him. Just tell me if those guys are bothering you, I'll get them knocked off their perch."

You shrugged. "Whatever, sure."

Hmm...

He continued to stare at you with a small smile, long enough for you to see that his eyes are noctilucous jade-like. They were gleaming. Is this how they've always been? You could've sworn his eyes were a dull shade of cobalt blue (though you never told him that since you were afraid he'd challenge you to a sparring match). 

 

"Why are you still smiling? Is there something on my face?" You giggled.

That immediately made Ajax flinch. "H-Ha? Oh, what, no, of course not, wha– pshaw! I just got lost in thought, that's all." 

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow playfully. "Then what is The Greatest and Most Renowned Snezhnayan Fisherman pondering about in the company of his Poor and Estranged Mondstadter Friend, hmm? Mora for your thoughts?"

Ajax looked away.

"It's a bit embarrassing."

"What is?" You said. "C-C'mon, if there is something on my face just say it, man!"

"No, no, nothing like that." Ajax pouted, yet he still refused to face you. "It's just that..."

"I just thought you're drop-dead gorgeous, that's all."

You blushed.

"L-Like, the light of the moon." He continued blabbering. "The perfect lighting for a bloodbath or a crime scene, for added mystery."

The warmth in your face fizzled out as you smacked his arm. Classic Ajax. He can't go on for ten minutes without thinking about fighting. Somehow, that 'drop-DEAD' compliment was fitting coming from him. You're pretty sure he mentioned something about wanting to see his enemies drop dead on several occasions.

"You had me at drop-dead gorgeous but you ruined it with that last part, idiot."

Ajax was dying inside. Sure, he had slain multiple enemies as a 14-year-old but no amount of "maturing" prepared him for the awkward steps of wooing someone.

He's still a little kid deep down who grew up too fast, and sadly, he will always be more comfortable holding a weapon than a person's hand.

Please, have some mercy.

"You asked me how I felt, so I just said what I thought of at the time!"

"Gah! You're hopeless."

You ruffled his ginger hair roughly before his shoulders and spine tensed up. He was unable to look away. Your wide grin is a wholesome sight to see. 

Even though Dragonspine was frigid, he's pretty sure his cheeks were scorching.

"But thank you, friend." You whispered loud enough for him to hear. "You always know just what to say. You're right, I'm too critical."

He puffed humorously, "Of course you are. But anytime, (Y/n)."

"Perhaps you should start self-reflecting as well," you suggested, a little less soft this time. You stood up and gradually increased the distance between you two.

He scowled as he realized where this shift in tone was leading. 

With a mischievous smile, you added. "You know... since you can't seem to land a critical hit with your attacks."

He sneered, oblivious to the fact that he'd already summoned his hydro weapon before you even finished your punchline. 

"HEY!"

It's not his fault he gets so scared fighting when you're around, okay?! You're one of the few people who makes him nervous when fighting. In Ajax's heart, you are already a part of his family, and revealing his real fighting style would be like telling Teucer he wasn't Snezhnaya's greatest toyseller. He doesn't know what he'll do if he makes a mistake that leads you to suspect that he's Tartaglia. He doesn't know what he'll do because you are the one who causes him to falter—

You started sprinting.

"SEE YA LATER, AJAX!"

"What the-- YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE– GET BACK HERE, (Y/N)!!!"

Normally, he would have caught you as you headed for the pines and exacted his wrath in under ten seconds, but he made the mistake of glancing down. Ajax stared at his frozen reflection in the stream.

He grinned.

You're truly starting to restore the brightness in his eyes whenever you're around.

It's only justice that those people will soon deeply regret spreading false rumors about you, right? 

Then, all Tartaglia needs to do now is collect Marjorie and that blonde man's debt...

[tokimihyachi]

Everyone always asks for the Captains and Magic Knight headcannons (nothing wrong with that - always love them) but you rarely ever see hcs for our favorite supporting/up&coming characters :(

Would you by chance please do ‘relationship headcanons’ + ‘how protective they are’ or ‘how they let their guard down’ for Mars, Patri/Patolli, Licht, and Liebe?

warnings: may contain spoilers!

notes: awww, now that you mention it, it is true that i rarely see any of these four. and it’s alright fo u to request them! honestly love them a bunch. very underrated babies, indeed. 🥰 hope you like these! and sorry if their kinda long. i went all out because as you said, you hardly see their names here.

p.s. i simp for patri a lot, it just doesn’t seem like it kabcnsmd

MARS | the closet simp

after the first stage of the experiment thing that happened, he never once approached or talked to you

you were aware of the sideffects, so you had to understand the situation

whenever you were with him he always had those instances of sudden relapses

he described his headaches as the worst

of course, you’d take care of him

he likes to swat your hand when u get touchy-touchy :((

but then the atmosphere shifts when you two are in the battlefield

he always finds himself eyeing your every move

when someone decides to attack you, you wouldn’t even notice because he’s always there, blocking their advances

accidentally get a scratch because of a spell that wasn’t even meant for you?

consider that person gone in a second ( a hardcore simp, wbk)

when he finally remembers things, he’d apologize everyday

seriously. he’s so guilty, that the first thing he say’s everytime the two of you meet is “im sorry”

he’d be more considerate, and his stares at you are no longer the cold hard ones, but the soft and loving kind

would randomly hug you

“hmm? is there something wrong, mars?”

he won’t reply, and instead he would hug you tighter while nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck

“i just missed you.”

“eh? but i’m with you everyday.”

“not an excuse not to miss you.”

PATRI/ PATOLLI | the tsundere

as the number one human hater leader of the eye of the midnight sun, he has an image to protect, so, of course, his focus is always on his plans

you like staring at him

when he feels your eyes on him and he’d ask why, you’d only reply with nonesense such as: “you’re just pretty to watch”

he’d automatically furrow his brows at this

“you think this is all fun and games, y/n?” 

just the tone of his voice is enough to make you shiver in place

“whatever, pretty boy” and then you’d leave him by himself before he blows a fuse

he would never admit it, but your compliments always make his stomach all fuzzy

doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so he just releases it out as anger (poor boy :<<)

he always feels bad when you’re the one he vents out on

after the whole elf ordeal, he’d become more approachable

always looking out for you

the kind of guy to tug the side of your clothes so he can walk near the street and you would be safe on the sidewalk

a diehard fan of holding hands

he just loves the feeling of how well your hands fit with his

still gets flustered when you compliment him, but with all of the hate + rage + demon gone, he’s more open and would compliment you back

he revels in your attention

melts on the spot when you caress his cheeks and plat a soft kiss on his temple

the first time you two kissed, he just captured your lips as you were rambling about something

he couldn’t help it! you’re just too cute in his eyes!

rip to all the ogling eyes staring at you tho, in a blink of an eye they’re as good as gone

“oh, patri! where did you go to?”

“had to take care of a few pests, love. shall we go?”

LICHT | the proud boyfie

mAN, is staring at this beautiful being even enough? if you only had painting magic like one of the other elves then maybe you would’ve made one already to honor such a perfect image

he’s very interested in the culture and “way of the humans”

you would think it’s weird at first, but then the way he smiles when learning new things is enough for those unsure thoughts to dissipate

so, of course you develop a crush first

you like daydreaming of him (oop, hopeless romantic spotted!)

he knows you’re looking at him with those loving eyes, but doesn’t say a word

what a sly, sly man

would tease you at first by always brushing your hands against each other when you walk

he’d act all innocent when you look back up at him, but in reality he’s laughing so hard at your impeccable personification of a tomato

but then you suddenly became close with all the other elves

especially rhya, cause ya’know, you relate with him being a lazy bum because you have your lethargic tendencies too

he’s not one to be jealous or anything

he just misses the attention you give him

sometimes, the elf kids would find him all slouched on tree with his chin resting on the open palm of his hand as he gazed at you two

definitely not jealous

but when you accidentally trip because of lil children running around and bruise your ankle slightly, he’d be there ASAP

would tend to your wounds and confess then and there

the bold type to kiss you on the spot after the confession (not that you mind sksksksks)

he likes to flaunt everything you do to everyone

sometimes the elves get tired of his incessant talks filled with “y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…”

“i almost forgot, did you know that y/n unlocked a new spell yesterday?”

“WE KNOW. THAT’S THE 34TH TIME YOU SAID IT TODAY!”

what can you do, he’s just in love 🥰

LIEBE | the explosive dolt & a closet yandere

since he’s bakugou’s counterpart a devil and all that, his first reaction was a loud, “HUHHH?” when you confessed to him

genuinely believes you’re messing with him

because of his past, he doesn’t really warm up to the idea nicely

(by explosive, i mean def not bakugou it as sudden outbursts of his reactions) 

he’s the kind of guy to distance himself after you confess 

after some time, he’d just randomly talk to you

but because you’re a stubborn, prideful person who knows their worth (as u should! 👑) you don’t pay as much attention to them

at this, he’d notice you’re always with asta

he’s irritated that you give the ash-blonde magicless fool more attention than him

whenever the two would spar, you’d only clap and cheer for asta, causing the said boy to blush profusely, whilst you smile cheekily

who could blame you tho, asta’s been the one who consoled you when liebe outright rejected you by not speaking to you for so long

he likes punching asta, “hey! what did you punch me for, you jerk!?”

“eh, your face seems punchable or something”

it’s not like liebe’s jealous or anything

always grunts loudly and makes noise when you and asta talk

“why did you throw the whole pole beside us?! we would’ve been hurt!”

“eh, the place looks like it needs an extra leg or something”

no. he’s not jealous

he would confront and talk to himself through a mirror, and ask his self what the hell is wrong with him and why is he acting this way towards you

you accidentally walk in the bathroom as they speak of their pent-up frustrations

cue awkward silence

but since it’s too much, he’d bluntly confess to you when he’s had enough of your closeness with asta

whenever he can, he’d always have you beside him or near him so he can keep a closer eye on him

he’s just afraid to be attached to someone only to lose them in the end like what happened to momma licita 🥺🤧

“liebe have you seen asta?”

“eh, he must’ve died or something.”

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm​ for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails, 

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly 

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway” 

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes… 

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

[red-hood-redemption]

SO I know I’m like, super late to the party, but I finally got my hands on Robin 2021 and there is literally no one for me to talk to about it so now I’m just screaming my thoughts into the void ✌

First off, before i even bought the first two issues, I read through a lot of other people’s opinions on it to kinda get an idea of where it was going characterization-wise for Damian, and because of all the mixed reactions, I figured I should just read it myself and find out. Now I am the FURTHEST thing from a comic book authority, so like, this is truly just an opinion piece but if it convinces anyone to give the run a chance, then yay!!! Honestly, I’m really glad I gave it a shot because I’m genuinely hooked! I’m actually excited about this series (and it scares me lol)!!!

I'm gonna separate my thoughts into two sections: characters, and story, mainly for my own ease, but also if anyone cares more about one thing or the other it's easier to distinguish. But,  the line is a little blurry so if I end up getting a little too much into the characterization in the story section, just bear with me lmao. OH and I'm going to try and keep this as un-spoilery as possible but we'll just have to see. SOOOOOOOO

Characters

I think it goes without saying that Melnikov's art is absolutely gorgeous, and really does show how much Damian has grown up. It makes me want to sob its so beautiful, everyone is so pretty, even the guy that looks like a washed up, high as fuck Tony Stark lmao. But moving on to the actual characters,

Rose Wilson

I honestly don't know too much about Rose, I haven't read enough about her to say anything about her characterization and how it compares to her other appearances, or whether or not she is OOC, but so far, I'm enjoying her taking up the "big sis" role, like, immediately lmao.

I don't know how much I trust her yet, but I definitely get the vibe that even if she does betray Dami in any way, she's probably gonna stick her neck out for Dami again and he's probably gonna do the same.

I'm really intrigued about her motivations for being here. Obviously, Respawn has something to do with it, but I want to know what's up with that. I've seen a lot of theories and I'm so excited. Also side note, that Black Swan chick is hot, and I can't wait to see more of her in action!!!

I feel like Ravager knows a WHOLE lot more than Dami does about the interesting things going on on the island, mainly because she's been doing a lot more sitting and waiting than he has as of yet, but I'm hoping to see more of the two of them doing detective-y sleuthing together. We love a mysteryyyy

Flatline

Okay but real talk, why does she look like a character straight out of Monster High

Honestly tho, I dig it. It's cute! She's cute! She isn't annoying (yet) but I don't know if I care too much about her other than she would make a cute friend for Dami.

I think the problem with DC is that they know people LOVE Harley Quinn and they try so hard to make characters just like her but it always falls short, so honestly I am a little wary of her character development in this run, but I'm willing to give her a shot since her little coffin purse on the cover of the second issue is so damn cute. I'm a slut for character design, okay?

Oh speaking of Flatline and Dami, I don't ship it and I don't want them to force a romantic relationship into Damian's "coming of age"/"soul-searching" moment okay? Because that's what this run is about, at least to me! More on that in the story section!

They're literally 13/14 years old. That's 8th-9th grade, babes lets think about that for a minute

Also let's stop the whole "lets introduce a female character just to make her a love interest!" bullshit okay?

Basically, Flatline is interesting, or at least has the potential to be, but I don't want to get my hopes up because DC is notorious for disservicing their female characters 😕

I think the mixed reaction to her is valid, I don't think she's had much time to make a solid impression yet, so I guess you'd have to read it for yourself. Personally, I don't understand why people immediately hate her, especially because she's like, 14, and what kid that age isn't annoying? like at least a little bit lmao! But, yeah. I don't trust her either but literally everyone on this island is sketchy at least and a murderer at best, so hey 🤷‍♀️

Damian

His new outfit lmaoooo at first I was like "WHaT is this child wearing? You'd think Dick would have rubbed off on him and taught him what good taste looks like" but then I saw the later outfit, with the gold patterning and those sleeeevessssss ugh and I take it all back. A Fashion Icon TM. Truly stunning. A sight to behold. So proud, look at him go 😪

I think there's a lot of different opinions on Damian's characterization in this run, and I can definitely see where its coming from, but I disagree with the notion that Damian has been done dirty and reverted to a blood-thirsty, feral child.  And I have a LOT of opinions on the whole "feral" thing regarding Damian period (but that's for another time).

I don't think of Dami's rampage as a regression for his character. He's letting of emotions right then and I think its very similar to him venting. Its just not verbal, its physical and he knows he's not going to have to grapple with the consequences of his actions on the first kill. He knows he's technically not doing anything wrong.

He is clearly upset at Bruce and his failure to protect Alfred, and while Dami and Bruce are really often described as being very similar personality-wise, they are still distinctly different individuals who came to their current moral codes in vastly different ways. Bruce came to his "no killing" rule on his own; he made that decision for himself. It wasn't taught to him, it was a moment-of-truth kind of situation. Damian, on the other hand is in a vastly different situation.

Dami is, I think, at the beginning of the climb to his own moment-of-truth. He is in his rebellious phase like Dick, where he's gone off to spread his wings. It's not his conscious intention (at least that's not the vibe I got from reading the first two issues), but its directly underlying his "mission".

Damian is growing out of the expectations of his parents and into his own person. We all know he's been thrown from one moral code to another, both drastically different from each other. I don't think its a regression for him to lose his way a little, because realistically, he's going to have to in order to find it, specifically a moral compass that he forged on his own. He's just what? 14? Like hell a kid his age wants to listen to any form of authority. He's as stubborn as it comes. Damian needs to come to his decision regarding the path he takes in life on his own. It can't be made for him. He's seen and lived both sides of the coin, and I don't think he should be forced just yet to choose a side or pave a middle ground, but I do think that he should get the opportunity to see and experience all the gray areas on his own.

I think I'll transition from characterization to story here, because let's face it, this story is about Damian dealing with his confused emotions right now, in the wake of losing Alfred, a man that kind of acted like a grounding presence, a voice of reason, or a moral compass for him (and honestly Bruce and the rest of the bat crew if we're honest).

Story

So there's a lottttt going on in the story that is really enticing and exciting, and I'm really interested to see how it all plays out.

All the rules to the tournament are so, sketchy? Like they don't sound like they are meant to be sketchy, its basic safety and guidelines or whatever but with all the glowy green shit and the stakes of the tournament? Yeah, you can bet your ass its the "no fighting at night" and other shit is gonna be broken, and that's likely when the fun begins *insert evil laughter*😈

I was slightly put off by the whole "let me teach you to have fun" thing with Rose, because it's not like Dick, Steph, Jon, and like the Titans haven't done that with him too, but eh, not something I'm too concerned about. It's definitely just a segway to get us introduced to more characters that might become Damian's friends which will be interesting considering what Mother Soul said about fraternizing.

And that's another thing! I want Damian to make some friends! I know he already has some, but here's the thing: I think he's already been struggling with belonging, and he's definitely been feeling the disconnect between his life and other kids', whether they're supers/vigilantes or not. I think it'd be nice to see Dami have the experience of meeting people who he at first thinks are just like him!! and then realizing that maybe he doesn't really fit in here either, and that it's okay to feel like you don't belong, as isolating as it may feel at times. It just means you have a set of values. I want him to realize that its not always a bad thing, and you learn more about yourself and your own heart this way.

And from there,,, lets talk about the thing that stuck out to me the most in these two issues! GUILT!! It's mentioned SOO many times already, and I think its going to be a really fun, heartbreaking, and interesting aspect to explore about Damian. Is it guilt about his actions? Leaving behind family? Not being able to save Alfred? Not being a perfect example of Robin? He may call himself Robin but he doesn't sport the OG look or symbol like before. I love that his guilt takes on the form of Alfred though, or at least his conscious. I think it'd be really interesting to see this conscious disappear when Dami strays too far from his center, and when he finds it again, it reappears.

I really think that seeing Damian's actions in this run as a failure of character development is an unfair assessment, though. You can't do everything right in order to grow! You have to screw up, lose your way, experiment with life to find your fit, right?

Something tells me he doesn’t care for the tournament itself, but the end result, and the people behind it and more about WHY it was hidden from him. I mean he finds out the tournament TRULY begins once everyone has died once and tHEN he kill everyone? Felt to me less like a “killing spree” as everyone put it to a calculated decision to get the tournament going. He literally cuts Mother Soul off in the middle of her speaking to start fighting at the beginning

Anyway, just my thoughts lol. I do have some issues with the past two issues, and I might make a separate post about that, but honestly not enough for me to dislike Robin 2021 so far. I mean, besides the very obvious white-washing in the second issue, because DC can absolutely do better. And they should. It’s like they thought we wouldn’t notice???? But besides that, story and characterization-wise I’m looking forward to more. Here’s to hoping it stays that way, just with a better colorist!

[comingtothetree23]

How Long Is Forever?

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You didn’t know how much would change when you did it. You didn’t know you could travel to five years in the future. The worst part? Thanos won when you were gone. 

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Nothing actually....There might be swearing but I don’t think so.

"What are you doing!?" You looked toward your father who was fighting an alien who looked a lot like Squidward. You put your hands in front of you to block your enemies' hits. 

"Trying to save the earth, daughter of mine." Was his only response before falling into the ground, Squidward floating toward him. You groaned as you shot lasers toward the new guy who suddenly appeared, seemly not with the others. 

"Hey man." You heard a familiar voice say, "What's up, Mr. Stark?" You look over to see Spider-Man looking straight at you, "(Y/n)." he nodded making you smile. Your Boyfriend is finally here!

"Kid what are you doing here?" Your father asks as you focus on the fight. The man looks around before his eyes open wide making you tilt your head, "what? what is it?" You demanded walking closer, aiming your hands right at him.

"Just had to be today. Too bad." the man growled before tapping on his wrist making your eyes wide. A portal suddenly opened.

"Woah!" You heard Peter somewhere behind you. You looked down in thought before looking up at the man who was entering the portal.

"(Y/n), Sweetie, whatever you're thinking. Don't." You stood up getting ready to do what you had too, "I mean it! Don't do it." You turn to face your two favorite people before tackling the man, right into the portal.

"(Y/n)!" Peter's voice was the final thing you heard before being lost.

"Stupid girl! What are you thinking!?" The man yelled as you two float in a dark place. You punch the man right in the face, eyes glowing from the anger you were feeling.

"I am thinking I am not losing my family!" You landed another punch on the man. The man looked at you with a frown at made you confused.

"(Y/n) Stark? Should have realized."

"What does that me-" 

"You have no idea what's in store for you, young Stark." He stared you in the eye as he said that. He looked up before smirking, "Good luck." He suddenly pushed himself off of you and hopped into another portal.

"He-Hey! Get back here!" You yelled as you looked around the dark realm before a portal appeared in front of you. You covered your eyes as you went through. 

You landed on the ground with a thud, you groaned as you looked in front of you. the compound. You frowned before standing up on wobbling legs before shaking your head and jump. You flew on the roof and found the vent Clint used to use all the time. 

You fell into your room with a thud, again. You rubbed your head as you looked around the room, it was the same. You stood up and walked over and grabbed a picture frame. You wiped the dust off to see you and Peter, You were kissing his cheek as his eye lit up. You frown as a thought occurred to you.

How long were you gone?

"Dad." Your eyes widen as you remembered you left him in the middle of battle, the same with Peter, "Dad!" You ran out of the room and through the halls in search of your family. 

"Dad! I'm home!" You cried out as you entered the dark living room. It was the same but different at the same time. You walked close to the couch and sat down on it your hands going to the cushions. You frowned as you felt something familiar, a mask.

There in your hands was the Spider-Man mask, making your already deep frown somehow deepen. With a sigh, you tucked your hair In the mask as you put it on. 

"Hello?" 

"Hello (Y/n) Stark, Long time no see." You heard Karen's voice rang through the mask, making you give a tiny smile. You helped program Karen, you loved her.

"Karen, You have no idea how glad I am to see you." You smiled as you stood up, "Where is everyone? Dad? Peter? it's too quiet here." You put your hands on your hips as you waited for an answer. Karen was quiet for a moment before she whispered.

"(Y/n)... It's been five years." 

Your heart stopped

"...No...." You took a couple of steps back, "Karen whatever prank you're doing it isn't funny." You couldn't have been gone for five years, it was just a couple of seconds! 

"It's true." Was her only response, even though she was an AI she had emotion in her voice. That's how you knew she wasn't joking. 

"Five years." You put a hand on your forehead as you sat back down on the couch, "I've been gone for five whole years. Everyone must be so worried." 

"Your father has spent years searching for you," Karen informed you, making you feel even worst. You let out a sigh as you looked toward the ceiling. 

"God, That battle must have been something, huh?" You meant to lighten the mood but when she hesitated you knew something was wrong, "...Karen?"

"Do you know what happened?" Karen questioned you making you confused. What kind of question was that? You slowly shook your head as you prayed for some good news, "(Y/n)... Thanos won." 

"You're kidding. Karen, please tell me that isn't true." shaking your head as tears trickled your eyes. If he won.... you lost more than you thought you did. 

"You know the answer, (Y/n)." Her soft voice came through. You find out that you've been gone for five years and Thanos won, today isn't fun. 

"HEY!" a voice yelled out making you stand up quickly and rip off the mask. Your eyes widen at who you saw standing there.

Natasha Romanoff,

"(Y/n)..." Her usual firm voice wavered as she saw you. Her blue eyes filling with tears as she stayed put as if she's scared to move closer.

"Nat." You whispered, tears filling your vision before running to her and tackling her in a long-awaited hug. She tensed up for a moment before hugging you just as tight.

"You've gotten big." You see, you haven't seen her since the Civil War fight where you've gotten in trouble for defended Cap. Her hair has grown long, you kinda love the blond at the tips actually. 

 "It's so long." Your voice broke as tears went down your cheeks. Nat sighed through her nose before closing her eyes and closer you closer.

"You have no idea." Your eyes opened as you broke the hug and out your hand son her shoulder with a determined look.

"Where's dad?"

~~

"You have no idea what's going on too?" Scott nodded as he sat next to her. You tugged the old hoodie closer as you hoped your fathers had answers. Maybe he knew where Peter was, "Do you think he'll miss me?"

"(Y/n), of course, he will." Steve looked at you through the mirror, giving you a firm look, "He never stopped looking for you. One of the first things he said to me when he came back was 'my daughters gone'." You tugged on the sleeve as you thought about it, "He'll be so happy to see you. just like all of us." 

The first thing Steve did when he saw you was giving you the strongest hug you've ever given. 

"We're here. Get ready, boys." Nat quipped as she got out of the car, Steve and Scott following him. You stayed behind for a moment tugging at the sleeves before growing courage and stepping out of the car and walking toward the cabin.

As you walked on the steps you made eye contact with your father for the first time in five years. He dropped his drink as eh stared at you, you staring back.

"...(Y/n)." His voice wavered as he quickly stood up and took a step forward you, "I-...Is it really you?" he gently put a hand on your cheek, as if seeing it you were real.

"It's me, dad." You whispered as he wiped a tear from your face. tears prickled at your dad's eyes as he presses a small kiss in your hair.

"Oh sweeties, I can't believe it." he suddenly hugged you tightly making you smile in his shoulder, "You're really here." it was so quiet you thought it was in your head.

"I missed you so much. I really thought you were gone with everything that happened I...." He stopped himself before he could finish. You instantly felt guilty, for you it was a minute but for everyone else, it was five years. They lost so many people including you for a while.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gone after him it was so stup-" Tony grabbed your shoulders making you look him in his eyes.

"I will admit yes it was stupid but I am so glad you're back. I've been waiting so long for you to be back, Peppers going to be so happy you're back." 

"God, I haven't seen Pepper in a minute."

"no one says that anymore." Your dad sassed making you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out.

"Okay Boomer." 

"You haven't changed in the slightest." Tony smiled, looking at your features, "expect for the wardrobe change." His eyes suddenly saddened as he stared at the hoodie you wore, Peter's hoodie. 

"Where is he? Please tell me you know where he is?" you practically begged for him to tell you where Peter was. You honestly couldn't wait to he in Peter's arms again. 

"Oh, Sweetie...." Tony sighed before hugging you again mumbling out, "He's gone." your heart stopped when you registered what he meant. You didn't realize until they were on Tony's shoulder for you to realize you were crying. 

"He... He can't be gone." you pressed your face in his shoulder as you sobbed, "N-No! I-it isn't true!" You tried to pull away but your dad kept you there, knowing you needed to let it all out.

"Dad, H-he has to be somewhere! M-Maybe in space...He can't be gone." You hiccuped as you slowly started losing energy from struggling in your father's grip. The others watched sorrowfully as they watched you cry your heart out. 

"Actually, we have an idea...." Your father stared at them.

~~

You closed your eyes as you rest your forehead on Morgan's head. Yes, it was quite a shock to see that Pepper and your dad had a kid when you were gone. You've known Morgan for a day but if anything happened to her you'll kill everyone and then yourself. She was ecstatic to see her sister that she heard stories about come back home.

Your dad couldn't help but smile every time he saw his two little girls together finally. he's been waiting for this day since Morgan was born. Pepper couldn't stop hugging you when she saw you again, After so long she became your mother.

"Let's see what's dad's doing." Morgan smiled up at you making you smile back. you've been in a bad mood since you found out your boyfriend is gone and your dad won't help the others. Morgan's been helping you feel better tho.

"Yeah... Let's see." You smiled as you took her hand and went downstairs. You noticed he was working on something that looked a lot like the time travel things he uses to mess with.

Something suddenly happened as our dad stared in shock and sat back in his chair.

"Shit!"

"Shit." Morgan's voice rang out making your dad's head whip at you two. Morgan sat on your lap with an innocent smile. Your dad put a hand on his lisp and shushed her.

"what are you doing up, little miss?" he whispered down at her, You smirked as you made eye contact. He rolled his eye at you.

"Shit."

"Nope. We don't say that only mommy say that word, she coined it it belongs to her." You had to cover your mouth not to laugh at his excuse. He used to say that to you when you were little.

"Why are you up?" 

"'Cause I have some really important shit going on here. What'd you think?" He pointed to the model as both you and Morgan gave him a look, making him sigh, " No i-I got something on my mind." 

"Like juice pops?" Morgan asked innocently making your eyes widen and hugging her closely. Protect. Protect. P R O T E C T! Tony stared in space for a moment before speaking up softly.

"Sure was. Great mind thinks alike Juice pops exactly." she jumped off your lap and took your fathers hand as they left a room. Tony gave you a nod before he left. You smiled as you realized...

.....Everyone's coming back!

~~

"I...Am...IronMan." Was the last thing you heard before a bright light hit you. It's been ten minutes and you finally found your father.... holding on to dear life.

"Dad..." You walked closer to him before going on your knees, "I am so sorry, I should have been here. You shouldn't have had waited five years just to see your daughter again. I am... sorry." You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks, You gasp lightly as you felt his hand gently fell on yours. You look up and make eye contact with your father, you could see the damage on his face from the snap.

"I love you Dad.... So much. I'll never forget you." You sniffle but keep a smile for your dad's final moments, You squeeze his hand knowing he can't return it. You place a kiss on his cheek before standing up and taking a few steps back. 

"Mr. Stark?" You frowned and closed your eyes as you heard your boyfriend broken voice. He runs up to his fallen mentor. Tears start- to form in his eyes, "Hey– Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? It's Peter." when Tony didn't say anything Peter gives a sad smile, "Hey. We won, Mr. Stark– We won, Mr. Stark. We won. You did it, sir. You did it." He kneels in front of him Tony is unresponsive. Peter breaks down and hugs him, "I'm sorry– Tony–"

Peter is gently led aside to grieve, You both make eye contact and you open for arms. He sniffles and runs into your arms, snuggles his face in your shoulder letting his sobs out.

"It's okay. It'll be okay, Peter." You whispered and pressed small kisses to his hair and head as you look back at your father, never stopped whispering to Peter. Pepper Potts sits in front of the fading Iron Man.

 "Hey." your dad is barely able to move his head but manages to look Pepper in the eyes.

"Hey, Pep.." Your dad says so quietly you thought you make it up. You hugged Peter tighter as you knew what that meant. Pepper places her hand on Tony's Arc Reactor and Tony rests his hand on hers. Pepper takes a good look at Tony's fatal injuries before kneeling in front of him.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"Life functions critical." You heard F.R.I.D.A.Y say and you knew for a fact Peter did. Super hearing and all. You gently rubbed his arm as you continue to watch.

Tony smiles with tears in his eyes.

 "Tony. Look at me." Pepper firmly says as she makes sure Tony gets a long look at her smiling face, "We're gonna be okay. You can rest now." That- That broke you but You kept the sad smile on your face as your father stares at both you and Pepper. You knew he need to make make sure his family would be safe when he was gone.

With that acknowledgment, Tony's arc reactor flickers off for good. Pepper can no longer contain her grief and starts crying on his shoulder.  Tony Stark, Iron Man, Earth's Best Defender, died. All the heroes gather, and kneel in honor of Tony. The tears started to cover your vision as everything hit you.

Nat was gone. 

Your father is gone.

You let out a sob as you and Peter cling to each other, never wanting to let each other go.

~~

"He missed you, you know." You stated as you and Peter sat on the roof of the lake house. Everyone was still here for Tony's funeral, even if it was now nighttime.

"I know." Peter's voice rang out, he was staring at the pond and moon. It was a nice night, cold thought but Peter being the nice friend he was, gave you his jacket.

"I missed you too." Peter finally looked at you, his usually bright brown eyes were now red and puffy from crying. He let out the breath he was holding in. You moved closer to him and as you did Peter grabbed you and held you close.

"I missed you too." He murmurs as you lay between his legs, chest becoming you pillow as he rests his chin on your head, "I'm really gonna miss him." 

"I know you will." You closed your eyes as you finally relax, " We'll all miss him but it'll be okay. We're all back and we can be... a family again." You felt Peter's arm tighten around your waist as he smiles in your hair, "We'll ever leave each other again."

"That sounds really nice." 

[littleoddwriter]

Hurt | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

This is a purely self-indulgent (and kinda vent-y) Hurt/Comfort fic with my fave comic book Roman version (Red Hood and the Outlaws Rebirth). If anyone should end up reading this, I do hope you enjoy this! Also, uh, reader has BPD in this and the TW’s should say it all, so be cautious when reading, please!

summary; Red Hood makes a snide remark that leaves you overwhelmed with negative emotions. Roman ends up comforting you, after Red Hood inquires about your relationship with him. 

notes; TW // BPD episodes; Intrusive Thoughts; Self-Harm (implicit; punching oneself; also attempted self-harm); Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Blackmailing, and a non-con relationship (FALSE accusations); Red Hood handles reader a little roughly at one point; Daddy!Kink. Male!Reader; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Hugs; Sitting on one’s lap.

"Look, Roman, I don't mind your whole BDSM theme you've got going on. It fits you. But this seems to go a little far, even for you. I mean, this is breakfast, right?" Red Hood said, ever sounding so dry and sarcastic, sitting at the other end of the table opposite from you and Roman. You lowered your head in shame, as your face burned with it, your heart clenched painfully and your hands balled into fists, bunching the fabric of your pants, as you started trembling. Roman's arm tightened around your middle. You sat on his lap, as he fed you forks full of food alternating between you and himself. Having woken up feeling bad, this was routine for such mornings. It grounded you, made you feel a little calmer and had you feeling less like you wanted to rip your own skin off. "I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you," you whispered quietly, so only Roman could hear it. He squeezed you where he held you around your waist and spoke just as quietly, "Not at all, sweetheart." Black Mask encouraged you to lean back into him with a nudge. Your back rested against his chest and stomach, as your head was supported by his shoulder. Turning your head to the side, your nose pressed against his neck. The smell of his leather mask and perfume all too familiar and soothing to you. You inhaled, a quiet and content sigh left your lips, as you relaxed a little. "Now, now, Red. I don't see why this should be any of your business, hm? This is my home after all. I own everything and everyone in here. Therefore I can do as I please, wouldn't you agree?" Roman said finally, tilting his head a little, looking as inquiring as he sounded. "Sure, sure. Still, it's just... weird. No offense." A dry chuckle left Black Mask's mouth as he shook his head slightly and tightened his grip around you, sure to leave a bruise by now. That was that then. You knew Roman had plans for Red Hood, so he probably held himself back here because of it. Usually he would have shot the person uttering such things as soon as those words had left their mouth. You were glad he hasn't done it this time, as you didn't fancy having someone's blood on your hands. After a couple of minutes of charged silence, in which the three of you finished eating your breakfast, Roman squeezed your waist once more. You lifted your head and sat up properly. "I need to talk some business with Red, here. You can go and do whatever you like, as always, alright, baby?" You nodded and gave a quick, uncertain glance over to Red Hood before turning your head and leaning into Roman. Then you pressed your lips against the cold metal zipper of his mask, which he's closed back up seconds before. Black Mask hummed approvingly in the back of his throat and nudged his masked face against yours in mock of a kiss back. Then you leaned back again and slid off his lap. You waved good-bye and then left the room. As soon as you were alone, the crushing feelings from before came back in a rush. The shame, the guilt, the anxiety, the anger. It was so much. Too much. Promptly, you started trembling again. Your skin felt tight, you wanted to rip it off, scream, cry and disappear. You had embarrassed Roman. Red Hood probably couldn't take him seriously because of you. Just because you're so fucking pathetic that you needed to be sat on his lap and be fed. Fuck! Intrusive thoughts of hurting yourself came over you, such as the urge; and fuck, it was so strong. It hasn't been this strong in at least two weeks. A long time for you. You didn't want to do it, though. You didn't want to give in. Walking around the penthouse and trying to find something to do that would take your mind off things, the urge only became stronger. It loomed over you, suffocated you. It was so tempting. You just wanted to get rid of those feelings. You just wanted them gone so badly. Various images of how you could do it popped up, your mind's eye forced to take them in. It was an itch you desperately tried not to scratch. After an hour of having done skills and tried to get rid of the feelings through some exercise and such, you were still trembling with the urge and overwhelming tightness of the suffocating emotions. You figured that perhaps Roman was done with talking by then, so you went back to the dining room where you have left him. "Hey, Luke, is Roman still busy talking in there?" You asked one of the masked goons standing outside the door. Your voice sounded tight, restrained, and yet so very dull. All those emotions that still tried to claw their way out of you were held back by you by sheer force. "Yeah, he is. What d'ya need him for? I'm sure the boss doesn't mind if ya interrupt him if it's important." "Fuck," you muttered. "No, no thank you. I really don't wanna interrupt him," you then said louder, so Luke could hear you. He nodded and you turned to go back to your room. A while later, you were sitting in the hallway that housed Roman's family portrait. You sat on the floor in front of it, a sketch book in your lap and a pencil and eraser in your hands. Your ears twitched when an unfamiliar footfall came closer to you. When you looked up, you saw it was Red Hood. Immediately panic gripped on to your heart, squeezing it tightly, and surrounded your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Red Hood was looking from side to side before crouching down in front of you. "What are you doing here?" He asked, confusing you. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" "No, I meant here, as in, with Black Mask. Is he forcing you? Blackmailing you? Look, if he's got something on you, I can help you." Your face twisted with both confusion and anger. The panic hasn't subsided, but it made a little way for anger and hurt. "Excuse me? Do you- Who do you think you are? Why do you think you have any place to make such horrendous assumptions?" "He's a bad man and you know it. I'm sure you're not unaware to his 'business', right? It's not too far-fetched that he might have gotten a little too lonely and... y'know?" "What the fuck? Listen, Red, I don't give a fuck who you are or who you aren't. I don't give a fuck that you clearly don't know shit about what you're saying, so just leave me alone, will you?" Instead of leaving you alone, he gripped your arm and pulled it towards himself. "I'm not stupid, I've seen the bruises on you-" You snapped. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know anything! Shut the fuck up!" You shouted, pulling your arm free from him, as he loosened his grip in surprise. Your vision was blurry and red, tears burned your eyes, you were in so much pain all over again. You had just managed to get rid of it. Not without visible bruises on your arms. The bruises Red Hood mistook for abuse marks from Black Mask. It made you feel sick. You took the pencil from the ground where it had fallen onto, after you had jumped up when you had pulled your arm free. Close to stabbing it in your arm, someone embraced you from behind, one arm went around your waist and held you tightly against their chest, pressing their body against your back; and gripped tightly on to your wrist of which hand you held the pencil with. The soothing and familiar smell of leather and his perfume hit you. Roman. You trembled with the panic, the overwhelming emotions and the urge to follow through with what you've almost had just a moment ago. "Ssshhhh, sweetheart, ssshhh," Roman cooed, shushing you quietly. A whimper left your lips as you let go of the pencil. The noise it made when it hit the floor was crushingly loud in your ears.   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you repeated over and over again, whimpering and sniveling. Roman continued to shush you quietly, lowered your arm to your side and turned you around, so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and stroked over your back soothingly. "Leave now," he commanded Red Hood, whose quick footsteps you could hear fading away. "Oh, sweetheart, my darling boy. What did he say? What happened, huh?" Your sobs had died down by that point and while it took you a great amount of effort to be able to reply, you did. "He thought you were forcing me to be with you. That you were abusing me b-because of my-my bruises. I'm sorry. I've already embarrassed you at breakfast and now I did it again, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm so sorry!" "Not at all, sweet boy. You haven't embarrassed me at all. Calm down, eh? It's alright. If anything, he was trying to get a rise out of me at breakfast. That's just how he is. I'll talk to him about this, later, hm? If I didn't have plans for him, he'd already be dead anyway." You nodded against his neck and the grip your hands had on his back tightened. As so very often, you couldn't possibly fathom why he put up with you at all, why he took his time to calm you down and reassure you. He could very well be the worst of the worst, like he was to so many other people; yet he seemed to have the patience and understanding of a Saint with you. It had your mind reeling. "Now, my sweet boy, I know you hate when I ask, but have you hurt yourself before this, today?" Roman asked eventually, his voice a gentle rumble. Once more, you nodded against his neck, inhaling sharply. "I'm sorry," you added quietly. "Why didn't you come to me, hm? I assume it was because of what happened at breakfast. Am I wrong?" "You're not, I'm sorry. I didn't want to interfere. And I didn't want to do it either, I tried not to, I promise. I did everything I could, but I just- broke." "Alright, sweetheart. It's okay. Though, am I remembering this incorrectly or have I really not told you that you could interrupt me and ask for help whenever?" "You've told me, I'm sorry, I know. I didn't want to... embarrass you any further, is all. I'm sorry, Daddy." He loosened his hold around your waist and leaned back, so he could look at you. Reluctantly, you faced him.  He let go of you with one arm completely and took ahold of your arm where you've injured yourself a few hours before. A big, blue and purplish bruise had formed already, taking up most of the space of your inner forearm. Ashamed, you averted your eyes. You should have just gotten him to help you. Then Black Mask lifted your arm to his face, as you felt the cold metal of his zipper press against the bruise. The pressure on it hurt, but it wasn't unbearable or truly painful in a way where you'd want it to stop. In actuality, the mock kiss made you feel warm inside. A small smile stole itself on your face.   You sighed as the warm leather of his mask gently pressed against your arm, as he turned his head to face you. "Will you promise me to get me the next time?" You could feel his jaw move against your arm as he talked, it tickled. "I promise," you whispered, in awe. He lowered your arm again and nudged his masked face against yours, the zipper pressing against your lips. You kissed it. Then again. And again. "I love you, Daddy. I'm really sorry about this whole mess, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He sighed, "It's alright, sweetheart. I know you haven't done any of this on purpose." Then he let go of you entirely and bent down, picking up your sketchbook from the floor and looked it over. "You drew me," he stated, surprise clear in his voice. "Yeah, I needed to calm down after- well, you know. And I couldn't think of anything else to do, but sitting down and drawing." "And the best thing to draw was me as a child? Taking this horrendous portrait as reference no less. Although, you actually managed to make me look like a child." "Well, uh, I just thought I'd try myself on it, you know? Make it look less gloomy. Well. You. Not that I'd draw your fucking parents. They don't deserve it," you chuckled wryly by the end of it. "They really don't. It looks good, sweetheart. Will you finish it?" You looked at him in surprise, mouth a little slack. "I can try." "Good. I would like to hang it up, when you have." That surprised you even more. "Are you sure?" He just looked at you, and though his face - or rather, what was left of it - wasn't visible, you knew he was shooting you an incredulous look. "Right, okay. Sure, I will try my best, Roman!" "You always do, my boy." He gently placed the sketchbook back on the floor and put his arms around you once more. "Let's go for a walk then, eh? I feel like it might be good for you, after everything." Nodding, you smiled at him softly, leaning up to press another few kisses to the zipped up mouth of his mask. 

[upamongthestarss]

Perfect Timing//Bill Denbrough x fem reader

Please be kind! This is only my second time publishing on tumblr, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but here we are!

Warnings: smut, brief mention of fem oral receiving, swearing, mild angst, underage drinking

Spring break came way too slowly, especially for Y/n. Freshman year of college is said to be one of the best years of your life, but it’s definitely the worst. Her high school was entirely too easy for her, probably because her teachers were just idiots. Then college hit, and the workload was unbearable. Not to mention, she grew homesick for her parents and her best friends and even a tiny bit for Bill. 

Oh, how she hated Bill back home. 

Well, okay, she didn’t hate him, it was more of just a mutual tension that sometimes led to the Losers separating them at all costs. 

They went on a few dates freshman year, and even kissed once, but it all ended when popular Autumn asked Bill to “help her with English” at lunch one day. He completely forgot to tell Y/n, but didn’t think much of the whole affair anyway. When Y/n walked out of the lunch line, she smiled at her newly official boyfriend. He was hunched over a piece of paper, diligently writing with ginger hair falling into his eyes. When Autumn saw her coming over, she tapped Bill on the shoulder, and kissed him full on the mouth when he turned to her.

Y/n’s hands went slack, causing her tray to clatter to the ground. Tomato soup splattered all over her new white Keds. She obviously looked down to see the damage, and missed Bill pushing Autumn off of him. He went over to check on her and help her clean up, but she stormed off to the bathrooms. 

From then on out, there’s been so much tension between them. Even though Bill explained what happened countless times, she’s absolutely refused to listen. She’s had trust issues after her biological father cheated on her mother when she was little, and this, well, this basically made them inflate like the economy. She wasn’t on speaking terms with him until the end of the school year, and even then their friendship was rocky.

But there was also a sexual tension. Bill and Y/n still had blatantly obvious feelings for each other, whether they wanted to admit or not. In fact, they even went to senior prom together, but it ended in disaster. There was a dramatic exit from Y/n when he mentioned how he was on good terms with Autumn now, and she was really sorry for what happened. 

“Why the hell would you bring that up now?” Y/n rose from her seat.

“B-b-because she t-told me she w-wanted us to-”

“Can’t we just completely forget what happened back then? It was so long ago.”

Bill flushed. “Well, it r-r-really seems l-like you’ve n-n-never forgotten ab-about it these past th-three years.”

She threw her napkin on the table and left after saying, “You’re a dick.”

That night she vented to Eddie and ultimately admitted to having feelings for him, but he knew that all along anyway.

That night was the last time they talked until it was time for Bill to leave for NYU.

“Good luck,” she told him, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously. 

“Th-thank you, Y/n, y-you too!” he was so excited that day that he even pulled her into a hug, much to her surprise (and delight). 

And now, here she is, on the plane to Palm Springs. It’s a long flight from Marywood, so Y/n uses her time to finish her homework. She’s majorly jetlagged by the time she lands at Palm Springs International. Luckily, the cab ride isn’t ridiculously long. When she gets to Richie’s beach house, he’s on the porch with his feet up and a daiquiri in hand.

“Y/N!!!!” he shouts, putting his drink to the side and running down the stairs.

“RICHIE!!!!” she yells back, dropping her bags to run and hug him. 

“Oh, it’s been so long!”

“I know!! And holy shit, your house is gorgeous!”

“I’m telling you, Y/n, I lucked out so much by scoring that audition. Can you believe it? Rich Records Tozier, the nation’s youngest beloved DJ.”

“Hardly,” she chuckles. “So how is the life of fame treating you?”

“Oh, brilliant. Come on in, I’ll give you a tour,” he scoops up her bag and leads her to the door. It’s an incredible house, with a beautiful kitchen and even a movie theater. 

“And here’s your room,” he gestures to the first door upstairs. 

“May I?” she asks, hand on the doorknob. 

“Be my guest.”

She swings it open to a redheaded girl on one of the two beds. She looks up from her magazine, smirking. “Hey, roomie!”

“Bev!” Y/n shrieks as her best friend runs to her and practically knocks her over. 

“When did you get here?!” 

“About an hour ago. Stan’s here too, but he’s taking a nap.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Y/n grins mischievously. 

“Everyone else is supposed to get here tomorrow morning, except for Mike. He’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, thank God. No Bill for a half day more.”

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be so close-minded,” Bev giggles and they sit down on the same bed, bursting with so much to catch up on. Richie doesn’t know if he should sit down with them or just go back to his daiquiri, but the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell,” he says, getting the side eye in response. 

The girls talk for hours until they decide to say hello to Mike. Y/n stops at the bathroom first, and it takes her a while to find the kitchen after that. She has to follow the voices and Richie’s booming laugh.

“Sorry, I got lost,” she says, turning in the kitchen. “Hi, Mi-”

The third person talking to Richie and Beverly is not Mike.

It’s Bill. And she looks like a total bum in her old sundress and messy ponytail. She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, either.

“Y/n.”

“Bill. Good to see you,” she holds out her hand professionally. He shakes it.

Is it good to see him? Looking at his cerulean eyes certainly sends butterflies through her stomach and through… other parts of her body.

“Y-you too.”

That immaculate stutter. She sits down at a barstool and crosses her legs together tightly. Richie and Beverly are quick to notice it, but restrain from commenting.

“I thought you were coming in tomorrow morning?” 

She doesn’t sound rude or accusatory, just curious.

“M-my flight got c-c-cancelled.”

“Okay, gotcha.” 

She drums her fingertips on the counter restlessly, not really knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Richie has a plan in case things get awkward between these two- and he’s already having to use it.

“Anyone want a drink?”

************************

“Nursing school is so insane. In anatomy, our teacher dissected a literal human body, and we had to examine it.”

“Eddie, please. We’re eating,” Y/n coughs. 

“It was disgusting, but it was also fascinating,” he defends himself.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Ben shrugs. 

“Y/n, tell us more about Marywood,” Eddie says, but she’s way too busy watching Bill talk to Richie’s cute next door neighbor while holding her little sister.

“You’re so good with her!” she simpers, tossing her shiny brown hair.

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?”

“What?” 

“How’s Marywood?” 

“Oh, it’s… fine.”

“Just fine? Did you pick a major yet?”

She shakes her head.

“What about that guy? Are you still with him?”

“David? No, we were together for a while, but I guess the spark just kinda died. I mean, he initiated the breakup, but it was all mutual.”

Eddie squirts a dollop of sunscreen the size of a clementine in his hand. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Y/n shrugs, averting her gaze back to Bill. She’s very glad that she's wearing sunglasses, to hide her stares.

The cute girl was right, he is good with that little girl. Her heart would be melted, but Bill keeps flirting with the older sister. It’s disgusting.

And then, that girl has the audacity to drop the rattle she shook in the baby’s face. Y/n is close enough to hear the conversation, or at least read lips.

“Oh, l-l-l-let m-me get that.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” she smiles, bending over so stealthily so that her breasts are all but out of that bikini.

“Ugh,” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“What’s up?” Ben asks.

“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she stands up and walks almost catatonically to the door.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she finds a glass and slams it on the table. 

“D-damn, Y/n. That’s n-n-not a napkin, you kn-know.”

She jumps at Bill’s voice. He obviously followed her in, and she’s not too thrilled about it.

“Funny,” she replies, searching the cabinets. “Do you want anything?”

“I-I was ac-actually getting d-drinks.”

“Oh, for you and your new girlfriend? Hey, let me know when the wedding is. That is, if I even get on the guest list.”

“What’s your p-p-problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

Y/n finds a bottle of straight vodka and pours it right in the glass.

“Hey, its eh-eh-eleven AM,” Bill warns her, reaching for the glass. Unfortunately, their hands grab for it at the same time and it goes crashing to the ground. 

“Great, thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t w-want you to be w-w-wasted all d-day.”

“Listen, Bill,” she takes a deep breath. “I really appreciate your concern. I do. But it’s my life, and if I want to get wasted this early, then no one should stop me.” 

He doesn’t answer. They both grab rags and start to clean up around their feet.

“Th-this kind of r-r-reminds me of a certain sit-situation involving t-tomato soup,” Bill risks saying.

It was a terrible idea.

“Are you kidding me? I thought we moved on from that!”

“Yeah, so w-w-we can j-joke about it now!”

She’s silent for a minute, a blend of wrath and sadness.

“Just,” Y/n says, “Just go back out with your girlfriend.”

“I-I-I h-hardly know- o-okay, what the hell is y-y-your problem? We’re n-not together an-anymore!!! You sh-sh-shouldn’t c-care about my l-l-love life.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” she stands up, vodka dripping from the rag to her toes. “I don’t care that I shouldn’t care. I do care! I’ve always cared!” 

Bill is speechless, and she honestly doesn’t blame him. Y/n assumes he doesn’t feel the same about her. After all, they haven’t dated since freshman year. Sighing, she puts the rag in the sink and walks back outside.

She’s opening up her book and lying on her stomach to get a tan when Y/n hears an obnoxious “Excuse me?”

She looks up to the girl, who could literally be a bikini model.She looks at Y/n like she’s a piece of dirt, and Y/n just wants to smack her. She could never hurt anyone, though.

“Um, do you know when Bill will be back with the drinks?”

“Not a clue.”

******

Bill absolutely could not stop thinking of Y/n all day. He never really can, ever, but his thoughts have been out of control all damn day. They range from wild fantasies to regrets from way back when to just simply: She still likes me, she still likes me, she still likes me!!!!

He wants more than anything to talk to her and confess he’s been in love with her since high school, maybe even before that. But some small voice in Bill’s head tells him that even if she does have feelings, she won’t want to act on them. After all, he’s been nothing but an asshole to her.

Then again, so has she.

It’s really ironic that they’re so abrasive towards each other. Y/n is so kind and friendly to everyone she meets; that’s why Bill fell for her. And everyone tells him that he’s nothing but a sweetheart. And he’s always treated his every girlfriend like a princess. 

But it’s Y/n he wants as a girlfriend, and it always has been. 

Y/n comes running down the stairs, using the bansiters to prop herself up and skip the last couple steps. She’s been strangely lighthearted after she made that confession to Bill. It had been a weight on shoulders for the longest time, after all. And now that it’s out of the bag, she feels as if she can finally move on.

Holy shit, she’s so cute, Bill says to himself. She has this youthful energy, but the looks of a gorgeous young woman. Not to mention her outfit- a pastel yellow halter top, short jean shorts, and a sky blue scrunchie- looks magnificent.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” she grins widely. “Sorry for the holdup!”

“You’re good,” Richie replies. “We were just figuring out transportation, considering I can only take five of us in my car.”

“I don’t mind taking the trunk,” Y/n shrugs. “Anyone else?” 

“I will,” Beverly volunteers. 

“Okay, great, and five of you can squish in the backseat. Mike claimed shotgun earlier.”

Everyone else groans while he flashes a smile and gives them finger guns.

“So charming,” Bev laughs and grabs Y/n’s hand. They run out to the car and squish in the trunk.

“Bev, I have to tell you something,” Y/n whispers.

“What?”

“I’m still not over Bill.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” she responds sarcastically.

“How did you know that? I only told Eddie!”

“It was just a little obvious,” she laughs. “And the good news is that we all think he feels the same way!”

“I don’t think he does, Bev,” Y/n shakes her head.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I told him today-”

“You what?”

“Shush!” she scolds as the boys get in the car. Luckily they’re all talking and can’t hear the girls if they whisper. “It just sort of... slipped out. But he didn’t even say anything. He just kind of… froze? It was so awkward.”

“You know he’s a little awkward around girls that he likes.”

“Is he, though?”

“Sure he is!”

“I don’t know, Bev. He stood there for a full thirty seconds without saying anything, and he just let me leave,” Y/n explains. “I think if he really liked me, he would have told me by now.”

Beverly gets quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Hey, it’s okay! The timing was never right, and that- that happens. And it’s better I know now so I’m not hung up on him for the rest of my life.”

The rest of the drive is mostly just Beverly telling Y/n that there’s someone out there for her, and to keep her eyes open at the restaurant. 

It’s a bright restaurant, very tropical and very flamboyant. A lush plant, obviously made of silicon, is the centerpiece of every table. 

Good, it can hide me from Bill and spare my embarrassment, Y/n thinks as she sits opposite him. Unfortunately, Ben asks the hostess to take it away so he can see everyone. Y/n is mortified. Being directly across from her, he can watch and judge the girl the entire dinner.

She tries her hardest the whole meal not to pay Bill any mind, but it gets difficult when he starts getting tipsy. And drunk Bill can be wild. Singing and dancing on the tables wild. Luckily he isn’t at that point yet.

She doesn’t even know how he was able to buy drinks here; he’s only nineteen. The waitress must have a crush on him or something. Maybe she and Richie’s neighbor could start a Bill fanclub.

Y/n has a feeling the waitress would ask for her ID, though, so she sticks to soda. And three Shirley Temples is never good on anyone’s bladder.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announces. “Anyone else?”

Everyone shakes their heads. Everyone except…

“Me! M-m-me!” Bill waves his hand around like a hyper child.

“Great, I’m a babysitter now,” Y/n murmurs.

She starts walking to the bathroom, Bill hot on her heels. Surprisingly enough, when she finishes peeing, he’s actually waiting for her. 

“F-f-finally. G-g-girls take so long in the buh-buh-bathroom.”

She ignores him.

“Y/nnnnn,” he slurs. “I’ve been m-m-meaning to t-t-tell you, your a-a-ass looks fantastic in th-those shorts.”

“Because that’s not a rude thing to say at all,” she replies, feeling her face burn up.

“I’m n-n-not trying to be r-rudeeee,” Bill grabs her waist and pulls her in. Y/n can smell all the alcohol on his breath, and it’s disgusting. He kisses her full on the mouth.

She shoves him off, embarrassed by his behavior. “You’re drunk.”

“If b-b-being drunk makes me w-w-want to m-make out with you, I-I-I never want t-to be so-sober.”

That hits Y/n hard. Bill Denbrough wants her. But only when he’s drunk. 

He doesn’t love her in his right mind. This is all she has, and she can’t even fathom just taking advantage of him when he’s drunk. Using someone would hurt her in such an inexplicable way, and not to mention it would tear whatever small bond she had with Bill into shreds.

She plops back down in her seat, barely touching the rest of her food or speaking for the rest of the night.

When she gets to her shared room with Bev, Y/n takes a shower. She’s always loved showers because they’re a place where you can cry without risk of anyone hearing over the water running.

And that’s exactly what Y/n does. She lets the tears stream down her face, washed away by the showerhead’s water.

*******

Bill knows he got plastered last night, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up with a pounding headache. But he isn’t sure why Y/n is so quiet, especially around him. Usually she has a remark or at least a glare for him, but she seems almost meek today.

He pulls Beverly aside at one point, and asks if he did anything to her last night.

“I don’t know, Bill. You guys went to the bathroom at the same time, and when you came back, Y/n seemed really upset.”

“L-l-like angry, or s-sad?”

“Sad. But she didn’t tell me anything that happened. I’m sorry, Bill.”

“It’s o-o-okay. Th-Thanks, Bev.”

He spends the rest of the day trying to remember something- anything- from last night. Bathrooms. Bathrooms.

There are some vignettes. Y/n across from him, in that pretty top. Watching her ass as she walked to the bathrooms. 

Oh, shit. Bill made some sort of comments about those shorts. What happened after that? He kissed her, didn’t he? But why would that make her sad?

When evening rolls around, Bill still doesn’t remember anything new. He’s the only one in the living room, not even paying attention to the TV. His friends come bounding down the stairs, all wearing sneakers and athletic outfits.

“A-a-are you g-guys going somewhere?”

“Yeah, to the new rope climbing place,” Stan replies. 

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She has vertigo, and wanted to stay here. We thought you could stay here so she’s not alone all night.”

“You d-d-didn’t th-think about asking me f-first?”

“We drew names out of a hat,” Beverly steps in. “You just weren’t around when we did it.”

“Isn’t that a l-l-little ruh-rude to Y-Y/n? One of us is g-g-going to st-stay with her instead of h-having fun?”

“No, Bill, it was the opposite!” Richie tries to save the group, much to their chagrin. “We were voting on who didn’t get to stay home with Y/n. And you won! You get to!”

“Wh-what i-if I want to donate m-my win?”

“Doesn’t work like that. Wins are final.”

It’s all BS, and Bill knows it. There never was a hat draw, everyone knows that Bill and Y/n have a lot to work out, and they don’t want the two to go back from spring break with even more animosity for each other. 

Also, they know that the two have feelings that have been expressed so wrongly over the years. Maybe now it’s time to work them out.

“So we’re going to head out now; have fun with Y/n!” Eddie waves, and they run out excitedly.

 Bill sighs, not knowing what he’s going to do with Y/n all night. Maybe she’ll just be antisocial and hide in her room all night, but he personally hopes she won’t. He decides to hang out by the pool for a while, and changes into his swim trunks.

By the time he gets outside, though, Y/n is already there. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and watching the little waterfall intently.

“Hey,” Bill says, making her jump.

“Hey.”

“C-c-can I join you?”

She nods. 

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“B-because I w-w-won their ‘contest,’”

“Contest?” she shakes her head, not understanding.

“To b-b-babysit you, ap-apparently.”

“Ah. Sounds legitimate.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just lets the sounds of the waterfall and the faint grasshoppers fill the silence. He’s sure Y/n doesn’t mind, though. When everyone else complained about the summer grasshoppers as kids, she would always dote on how they’re melodious and comforting.

Bill can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Y/n, what d-d-did I do l-last night?”

She turns to him. “You really don’t remember?”

“I re-remember making a com-comment, which I-I’m sorry about b-by the way, th-that was an a-asshole move. And I-I remember kissing y-you. But then what?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continues. “Well, then I pushed you off and told you that you were drunk.”

She pauses.

“And th-then?”

“Then you said, ‘If I want to make out with you when I’m drunk, then I don’t ever want to be sober.’”

That’s it? Bill thinks. He’s not stupid enough to voice his thoughts, luckily.

“Oh, Y-Y-Y/n, I w-w-was drunk. I d-didn’t know what I w-w-was saying.”

“Listen, Bill. I know you remember what I told you yesterday in the kitchen. And what you told me at the restaurant really hurt, okay?”

“Why? I-I wanted to k-k-kiss you,” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” Y/n laughs incredulously. “You wanted to kiss me when you were drunk, not in your right mind!”

“I al-always want to k-k-kiss you in my right mind!”

“What?!” 

“I-I think I love you, Y/n.”

She’s frozen. Could he actually mean that? Has he been drinking again? Hearing that from Bill Denbrough has been her dream since… forever.

“I think I love you too, Bill.”

He jumps up from his lounge chair, and leans over Y/n. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and kisses her tenderly, gently. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be all those years ago, softer than any other girl he’s kissed.

“Wow,” she beams as they pull apart. “I guess I knew this, but you’re a much better kisser than my ex.”

He laughs. “W-why, thank you. You’re n-n-not so bad y-yourself.”

“Thanks,” she giggles. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like doing something crazy now, something outrageous.”

“L-like what?”

“Hm…” she thinks for a minute. “Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Okay, sure,” Bill chuckles. 

Grinning, she begins to peel off her one piece. She slips the straps off, and the rest slowly slides off her body. Her breasts are exposed first, then her stomach, then everything. Her skin is smooth and glorious.

Bill pulls off his swim trunks and throws them behind him. Y/n wants to tease him about his erection, but she’s way too shocked at his size.

They bask in the beauty of each other for a moment before they dive into the water, crisp and cool on their bare bodies. Y/n splashes Bill right in his face.

He pushes wet strands of hair from his ocean eyes. “H-how dare you?” 

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunts.

“This,” Bill says, throwing Y/n over his shoulder and taking her outside the water. She’s both screaming and laughing her head off at this point. He carries her all the way to the deep end and tosses her in. 

When she surfaces, Y/n makes sure to flip him off. 

“So r-r-rude.”

He cannonballs in, and they swim around, and eventually go under the waterfall. They end up making out and gasping for air.

“D-d-do you want to tuh-take this inside?” Bill whispers.

She nods, and they get out. As Y/n shivers, Bill gets them fluffy towels from a bin by the chairs.

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him through the sliding glass doors. They run around the house in nothing but towels, giggling and kissing and dripping pool water everywhere. The two finally make it to Bill’s room and go directly to the bed (after locking the door).

“Spruh-spread your legs,” Bill breathes in her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her body. 

She obeys and lets him kiss her knees, her thighs, and eventually her core. He pleases Y/n in a way her old boyfriend never did.

When she finishes, Bill holds her for a minute so she can catch her breath. Then, when he turns around to put on a condom, she moves against the wall.

“Oh, s-s-so you w-want wall sex n-now?” Bill raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

Instead of using words, Bill throws Y/n up against the wall and kisses her roughly. Their tongues clash, and she loves every second of it. Then he goes in. He starts slow at first, but begins to pick up the pace with her approval.

“D-damn, you’re so t-t-tight,” he whispers while she keeps muttering his name.

“Probably because I wasn’t with someone as big as you before.”

Hearing that makes him turn redder than his hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she sighs. “Can you go a little slower?”

He listens to her, and almost screams in pleasure when she starts to suck on his neck.

They both finish in a couple minutes, and are pretty burned out- Y/n especially because she’s never made such rough love before.

She lies in his arms, back on the bed, and traces the love mark forming on his neck.

“I think I love you,” Y/n says for the second time tonight. 

“I-I th-think I love you t-too.”

They can’t help smiling for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Their stars had never aligned until now, and it couldn’t be a more perfect exchange of love. The wait was unbearable, but incredibly worth it. 

Y/n and Bill make each other feel whole, like there was a sort of void within each other, unfilled until now. 

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice is soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry about these past years. You know I have trust issues, but I took them too far and didn’t treat you right. And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m s-sorry, too. I’ve been an ass-asshole to y-y-you, a-and it’s m-m-my fault we broke uh-up in the f-first place.”

“Don’t say that,” Y/n frowns. “It was Evil Autumn’s fault.”

They chuckle. 

Resting her head on Bill’s chest, Y/n asks the dreaded question. 

“So what’s going to become of us? After spring break.”

Bill thinks for a minute, stroking her hair, and admits, “I don’t w-w-want us to c-c-cut each other off again.”

“Neither do I.”

“I think our sc-sc-schools are like t-t-two hours ap-apart; that’s n-not terrible.”

“It’s not,” Y/n agrees. “Maybe we could take turns driving every weekend, and find a halfway point or something.”

“A-an ex-exact halfway point,” Bill adds.

“An exact halfway point.”

They can make it work, they’ve got to. Both Bill and Y/n are extremely optimistic about the future ahead, now that every feeling has been sorted out between them. And even in the unfavorable event where things don’t work out, there will always be Palm Springs. 

Bill presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s not a chance that they won’t make it. The timing is finally, after all these years, perfect. 

[cheyningdiamond]

Breakfast In Bed

TW: Manipulation mentioning, Angst, Fluff, Heavy language, Suggestive mentions, Heavy topics mentions

It was in the morning. In the facility where Jeb, Adam, and the demons were, Dallas and his crew were in the kitchen making breakfast for Jebediah, who was still in bed.

Dallas wanted to do something nice for him, as he wasn't feeling too good. Diesel came up with the idea of making him breakfast in bed and hoped that would make him feel better at least emotionally.

They finally finished making the pancakes, eggs, and bacon for him.

Dallas held the syrup bottle in his hand with an idea in mind and a proud, triumphant grin on his face. "Alright, you wanna see something cool? Check this shit out."

He started to put the syrup on, making a circle on the edge of the pancakes, then tried to draw... A rather poorly done pentagram on it.

Diesel and Roxxie stared, then looked at him, raising their eyebrows.

"Uhh Dallas, babe?"

"The Hell are we looking at!?"

Dallas blinked and looked at them. "You dipshits, it's clearly a pentagram! It's like, a sign that we made it, y'know?"

"Boy, that ain't a pentagram."

"Looks more like a compass. With, like, a bunch of those spin-y thingies."

"Shuddit, assholes! It doesn't look like that!" Dallas barked.

This made his buddies laugh. Poor Dallas was huffing with anger.

"Well, c'mon! Let's take it to him." Diesel grinned. They took a tray and set the plates of food on it and carried it to Jeb's room, creaking the door open.

Jeb was laying back, but he was awake. He was playing on his phone, looking through images on it.

The door opened more and he saw the demons walk in.

"Ah, hello guys. What's... All this?"

Diesel grinned. "We heard ya weren't feelin' too good, boss! So we wanted to do somethin' nice for ya!"

"Ah..." He smiled and sat up. "You fellas didn't have to..."

"Yeah, well-" Dallas scoffed. "We did anyways so, deal with it, jackass." He set the tray on his lap.

Jeb stared and his soft smile turned into a small grin. "Uh... Is this a little... Symbol?"

"It's a pentagram, dickhead." Dallas corrected.

"Ah. looks more like a compass that has multiple needles."

Roxxie and Diesel covered their mouths as stifled laughter escaped from them both.

Dallas turned and glared coldly. But, it was hard to take him seriously when his face was as red as the Cherry Pop top he had on.

"Just, eat the damn thing." He crossed his arms, annoyed. Jeb couldn't help but find this amusing. He cut a piece and ate it. His expression lit up slightly. "Ah, this is nice... Thank you three so much, I-" He sniffed the air.

"Why do I smell smoke?"

Diesel and Roxxie's eyes went big. "Shit, we left the oven on! Uh, C'mon D!" She took the larger incubus' hand and rushed downstairs.

"Don't be setting fires in my home!" Jeb yelled loud enough for them to hear. He then chuckled softly.

The lighthearted expression faded though once he saw Dallas' face. He looked... Sad. Depressed, even.

Jeb frowned. "Oh, Dallas I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Eh?" He perked his head up. "Tch, I'm not upset over that, J.C."

"Then what is it?"

He sighed and moved towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

"I'm just... Still thinking. About what happened to me and Audie..."

Jeb's expression turned grim as he spoke.

"Just, fucking... I thought I could trust him! I put too much faith into that fucking bitch and she just-..." He looked down and shut his eyes. "She fucking used me."

"Dallas...I-I-"

"Not only once, but TWICE! Two times have I been manipulated. First was my cunt of an ex, then them! They always made me feel like I was 'loved' and 'appreciated' only so they could use my powers. Make them more stronger by flirting with people and using that charm." He covered his eyes.

"I've gotten at least 20 people killed doing that. They were probably innocent. Maybe not, I don't fucking know! It doesn't fuckin' matter!!" He yelled.

"Dallas." He put his hand on the incubus' shoulder. He felt his body shaking violently from hysteria.

He heard Dallas sniffle and hiccup. "I'm just sick of it... I'm sick of being nothing but a fucking toy for people to play with. I have feelings too, man! I really thought Audie loved me..."

He wiped his eyes, then held onto Jeb's hand, desperately needing the comfort. "Then that bitch told me, after I gave her her fucking army. 'I don't need you anymore. You were just a ladder to me. A tool. A toy'."

Jeb listened closely. He remembered seeing Dallas getting thrown out the ten-story window of the A.A.H.W facility and landing on one of the cars outside. He was lucky Jeb was there, otherwise he would've died.

Dallas sighed. His voice got softer and he sounded weak. "As usual... The people I fall for just, use me as a way to get whatever shit they want... Never cared for me in the beginning. Just, wanted me for my body or my powers."

Jeb moved the tray onto the nightstand next to his bed. He then got closer and rubbed Dallas' back. "Not everyone is like that, though... You still have me. You got Clayton, and Frank."

Dallas scoffed. "Clayton only likes me 'cuz of my 'talents'."

"Not true. Believe me, when I'm with the Sheriff, he never shuts up about you." He chuckled.

"...Really?"

"Mhm! He uh, promised me not to say anything... But, he always says he's really trying on thinking of ways to impress you, or wants to take you to places but isn't sure on where."

"Please tell me you suggested a bar."

"Oh, I did." Jeb laughed softly.

"Good boy." Dallas smirked. "Know me too well and I've only lived with you for two months. That's way more than what Audie did..."

"Well... Unlike the Auditor, I actually care a bit." He smiled at Dallas, who chuckled and punched his shoulder lightly. "Don't get chummy on me, ya baldin' bastard."

The two men laughed quietly and sighed happily.

"But... Really, just... Thank you. For everything. I know I've been a huge pain in the ass lately and I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's fine... I kinda noticed you weren't feeling emotionally well. And uh, after what happened 2 months ago, I can understand your pain."

"Well... Thanks for puttin' up with me." They wrapped an arm around Jeb, hugging him close. He wiped a final tear from his right eye, smiling weakly.

"But of course... And hey."

Dallas looked at Jeb as he put a hand on his back.

"I'm here if you need to vent. I know what losing a loved one feels like. Not an abusive one, but a lost loved one nonetheless. You know I will do whatever I can to help."

Dallas chuckled softly. "Y-Yeah man... I get it... Alright, I'm... I'm gonna go help the two dumbasses I love... Thanks again, Jeb..."

Dallas moved Jeb's head close, kissing his cheek. He then got up and went downstairs.

Jeb smiled softly and took the tray off the nightstand, eating what was left on it.

It finally felt like Dallas had someone he could trust.

[cakeandpi]

Breanna!! major spoilers below

I love that Parker is trying and failing miserably at teaching thief skills because she doesn’t know how to teach this particular student yet.

Harry’s first Leverage-client meeting! And Parker upset that Sophie is taking back the lead, a role that Parker isn’t ready to entirely hand over to Sophie.

Also poor Breanna, she thought she did well on the ‘follow the money’ but came up waaaay short. It’s like showing up for the first class of college thinking it’s just going to go over the syllabus except per the professor’s email there’s already homework due.

Oooh, game of nose-goes? What’s the role that Harry’s going to play that the other’s didn’t want? It can’t just be to avoid playing Sophie’s fake-husband.

“I’ve lose track of the marraiges but I only had one husband.” Where’s my fanfic of all the women Sophie married in her past?

Hahahahaha Breanna managed to pickpocket Harry but she got pickpocketed by Parker. And I love the explanation of “I’m Parker”.

“Get him with a misdemeanor.” Oh Breanna Breanna Breanna. Those can be bribed out of. And oof, Harry’s a bit mean about the whole ‘they don’t care and bribe their way out of trouble’ bit, meanwhile Eliot is very matter of fact. I hope Brianna finds her footing pretty soon.

"I assume it’s rather difficult to rob a casino in general?”/“Eh, kinda.” LMAO PARKER. Also!! Did the Leverage writers finally get to write their casino heist story?

That ‘clothes in trashbags from couch to couch’ sounds like something’s Breanna’s done. Felt a little too throw-away-y for it to not be from her past.

“Hardison used to get me the job. And sometimes, a 401(k).” AMAZING. I love this detail.

Etouffee and jambalaya Brick&Basil truck! “The crescent city’s best local food truck” I love that little sign on the side.

“Huh. I couldn’t find the ‘Get Eliot a 401(k)’ section in the manual.” Omg the manual referenced earlier is for Leverage-thievery-stuff, not just hacking stuff. And of course Hardison would leave a (15 volume) manual for his little sister.

"You can’t plan a grift with a flow chart.” You can if you’re Parker and the flow chart is flexible enough.

“Parker, are you using a flow chart for all your interactions?” Oh no. But at the same time, a sideways callback to how Sophie was using grifting tricks on the team/Nate just because she could.

Parker does a great southern bell accent.

“Renegade. That’s what they used to call me on the job.” Amazing.

“I didn’t put police on your resume!” Oh Brianna, there’s all sorts of reasons someone would leave a job off a resume, he’s just gotta go with one that’s not “it was too long ago”

“Where were you stationed?” Hm, and this is for a casino job? Shreveport. Has to be.

I’M RIGHT

“I don’t miss.” You are going to miss, that’s definitely a Special Disc. And... he misses.

Chaudry’s an attractive looking bad guy.

Parker and cereal!

Oh and Breanna can’t stand the temptation. Also that pearl for whatever reason looks fake, though that might be because I’m more used to fake pearls.

I bet Old Cop’s spreadsheet is gonna be important later.

“I told you not to do it.”/“You would’ve.” Yeah but Parker would have waited, not gone for it right then and there. But Parker doesn’t feel the need to prove herself. Breanna does.

And Sophie keeps it from spiraling out of control by being very matter of fact - they’ve all messed up, but Breanna’s mess up makes her recognizable, so she’s off the front lines for the con.

Breanna leaves out of frustration, only none of the three others notice. Hm. Is she going to go get into some more trouble? Oh, no, she’s gone to be alone out in their hideout’s courtyard.

“Let me guess, you’ve come to make me feel better.”/“Oh, I think I’d be about the worst person in the world for that job.” At least Harry knows his strengths and comforting others is not one of them.

“Oh, poor baby, all you have is money and good looks and privilege and access.” Ah, this is not just about having to be sidelined for this con.

“And what about you, seems like you could do just about anything and all of its scary, what do you want?” And Breanna’s obviously feeling a bit down on herself, but rather than follow her into that mood Harry turns it around on her, pointing out that she is ridiculously talented and can do a lot of things, she just needs to decide what she wants to do with those skills. Does she just want to fool around and mess up and have fun? Does she want to work? Does she want to laze about? Does she want to improve on the skills she has? Does she want new skills? Because each one of those takes her on a different trajectory with Leverage and the team.

“I want the world to stop sucking. ... This team, it says it can make a difference. Okay, fine. I’ll give it a shot. Because I love my brother, and because I’m desperate, not because I believe in hope or something stupid like that.” I love her character motivation speech here.

I’m laughing at Parker getting frustrated because she can’t hide the money fast enough. And then she figures out a way, but they’ll have to make the dress bigger. (Oh, are they going to get the client involved with the dress design? That’d be cool!) And Parker and Sophie have a little talk about how Breanna wants to impress and that Parker’s going to have to teach her. And a reference to how the og team helped everyone on the team get better.

Now that is an amazingly poofy dress. I love it.

They did get the client involved with the dress alterations!! Yes!!

Eliot and Old Cop having cake together. And that’s gotta be some good cake with Eliot genuinely complimenting him.

Oh dear, Parker’s flowchart is getting caught because she’s sticking to it a little to hard, not letting it flow around her. It feels like she should be better at this though, with the 10-odd years that she’s had to do this without Sophie. But this might be more her falling back into old patterns, just like Sophie falling into patterns on leading the cons.

Ooh okay these guys are in on the con. Wait I should know these people?? I... don’t think so but maybe?

Flounce, flounce, kick

Oof. Too much money to carry out. Way too much. And Russian mob. (Is it a very distinctive tattoo Eliot?)

Okay the con’s gone off the rails, so it has to be rescued somehow. Breanna’s figured out a way (“did the math twice”) though everyone waits for Parker’s okay to go through with it. I don’t know exactly what it is - sink the vault into the river? Plant it on various gamblers? Make it seem like Chaundry was stealing from himself? But it rests on Breanna being right and not just showing off. But Parker’s seen that when Breanna’s under pressure - not fake 'practice’ pressure, the real stuff - she can perform, its just when she’s trying to impress that she fails.

“You cut your way through an ice cave. You escaped a gorilla enclosure. And you catered a wedding for the mob.”/“It wasn’t catering. It was a food sensory experience.” Is that a reference back to season one? If not, I really want to know more about that not-catering job!

Oh no!! Old Cop took a hit for Eliot. And as soon as the mafia goon is taken out, Eliot takes time to make sure Old Cop is all right. (If they mess up the con, the family loses the house but they can if needed con Chaundry again and get the house back. If Old Cop dies they can’t get him back.)

Okay Breanna at least has to know the baddies see real camera footage again, right? And Eliot seemed to almost deliberately not-quite look at the camera. They’ve got to be counting on the bad guys finding out and hitting the emergency lock.

All the money’s gone! But... how? Did Parker take Eliot with her into a vent? Fake wall?

Oh sir you are not good enough to accuse Sophie of having conned you without her turning it right back around on you. And she gets a one-person gloat too.

Lol and the pearl is gone.

Squish? Oho. They went through the floor and down the river.

Aww, Breanna’s joined Eliot on the ‘receiving end of Parker’s too-hard physical affection’.

“That was ... my cake, Parker! He made it special for me!” Methinks Eliot doth protest too much about him and Old Cop not being friends.

“I want to take on the bad guys. I have to learn everything.” ‘Have to’ is an interesting choice.

“Parker. My first memory is of 9/11.” Whereas that’s my.... 9th? 10th? grade math-class memory. Breanna's grown up in a very different world from Parker and Hardison - probably Eliot’s background is closest to hers.

And.... Parker how did you steal that pearl? Is this an exercise left to the viewers or a bit of ‘it’s tv, we’re having fun’? (Or both!)

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

“I’m Not Interested.” Oscar x Plus Size Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “Can you do an Oscar imagine where the reader likes him, but he pushes her away because he doesn’t want to have to protect her as well as Cesar”

Based on: “Can you guys do a one shot for Spooky from on my block please? Preferably with a plus-size reader (but if you don’t wanna, you ain’t gotta) Thank you, my men.”

Author: Alana

“I’m not saying that I think he’s the smartest crush to have, (y/n), but if you really like him, then nothing should be holding you back from telling him.” Olivia encouraged, sitting next to you on the couch. “What are you so scared of, that you don’t want to tell Oscar that you like him?” She questioned, facing you and eating a few chips.

You sat quietly for a moment, thinking of why you hadn’t just told Oscar that you liked him already. After all, you and Oscar had been friends for years now, seeing as you used to babysit Cesar Diaz.

You sighed quietly and played with the frayed fabric of your jeans, “It’s just.. I’m not your average 19 year old, Olivia.. I don’t have an amazing ‘America’s Next Top Model’ body or anything that would grab his attention. Some guys have even said that I’m ‘too curvy’ for it to be attractive. Like what does that even mean??” You groaned, leaning your head back against the pillow.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Some guys say the most stupid things... But you’re forgetting about something that’s even more important than your body, (y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “What do you mean? All guys care about are women’s bodies.” You stated, glancing down at your body.

“That’s not true for all guys though, mamita. You have an unbelievably amazing personality, that’s enough to capture anyone’s attention. You have all of these great qualities that only a guy who truly got to know you, would know you have. So maybe Oscar is that guy?” She offered, smiling more at you.

You thought about it for a minute before breaking out into a an excited fit of giggles, “Okay... it’s official, I’m gonna tell Oscar that I like him.” You said, feeling a sudden burst of confidence about your decision.

You grabbed your phone and texted Oscar, “Heyy, if you aren’t busy tonight, wanna hang out at the park??” You sent off the text and set your phone down.

I hope that didn’t sound eager... you thought to yourself, standing up.

“Thank you for letting me come over and vent, Olivia.” You smiled, giving her a big hug when she stood up too. “I’ll catch up with you later.” You promised, walking out of the house.

You felt a light buzzing in your pocket as you began walking home, signaling that you had received a text. Please be Oscar, you hoped, swiftly pulling your phone out of your pocket.

“Sure. Everything good, Ma?” Oscar had texted back, not too long after your message sent.

You blushed and felt your heart flutter at Oscar calling you “Ma”. Sure, it was something he had always called you regularly, but it began to mean more to you when you realized you had a crush on Oscar.

“Yes, just wanted to hang out and talk. Nothing sinister haha!” You sent back. You were excited that you finally had some alone time with Oscar. It had been a long time since the two of you hung out, especially with the gang having problems every five minutes.

I should probably wear something cute, this could possibly be the best moment of my life.. you smiled to yourself, opening your front door.

You walked to your bedroom, “You need a shower, (y/n).” You mumbled to yourself, passing your mirror.

You gathered everything you needed to shower and began doing your thing. Which included several mini concerts, two dramatic acting monologues, and imagining what it would be like to be Oscar’s girlfriend.

You stepped out of the shower, refreshed. You hummed quietly to the music as you began prepping for meeting Oscar.

Grabbing your shoes, you heard obnoxiously loud music playing outside.

You tilted your head and opened up your front door, wondering who would be obnoxious enough to have their music blasting like that.

“Ma, let’s go!” Oscar shouted as he turned the music down some.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you quickly grabbed your purse and locked the door. Heading to Oscar’s car you smiled, “Hey, I didn’t think you were going to pick me up, Oscar!” You giggled softly, “I assumed I was just going to meet you there.” You finished, opening the passenger door and sitting in the seat.

Oscar let out a deep chuckle and slowly pulled off from the curb, “Hey, why wouldn’t I pick you up? I’m a gentleman.” He smirked, looking over at you.

You raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Is that so, Spooky?” You questioned, playfully.

“Eh, I can be for the right woman!” He sent a smirk your way and then sent a charming smile, driving with his left hand on the wheel and the other resting behind your headrest.

You looked at Oscar shocked, Is he flirting with me? That definitely seemed like flirting.. maybe tonight won’t go bad! You comforted yourself, growing more excited by the minute.

Oscar pulled up to the park and turned off his car, “Okay, let’s go catch up.” He said, getting out of the car and walking around to open the door for you.

You blushed and took his hand as you stepped out of the car, thanking him for offering his hand.

You both began making your way to a picnic bench. “So what’s been up with you, (y/n)? I haven’t seen you around in a while.” Oscar smiled softly, sitting on a picnic table. “Kinda felt like you were avoiding me, Yeah?”

Your eyes widened a bit, “No, I wasn’t!” You assured him, but it was only partly true. You secretly hoped if you spent time away from him, the crush would go away. “I’ve just been busy with college and working and all that other boring stuff..” you told him.

Your uneasiness earned you a raised eyebrow from Oscar, “Right... qué pasa, Ma? What’s going on with you?” Oscar usually kept his facial expressions neutral, but he seemed to show a bit of concern for if you were okay.

“Okay, I did ask you here for a reason..” you admitted, beginning to feel your nerves creep up. You sat next to Oscar on the picnic table, taking a moment to gather what you wanted to say.

Oscar turned to face you and waited for you to begin.

“I know this is completely out of nowhere, Oscar, but I really like you.. I thought maybe if I kept myself busy and kept my distance from you for a bit, the crush might go away. Instead, it made it stronger and I have to tell you because I don’t know what else to do.. I like you so much, Oscar..” You paused briefly, taking in Oscar’s facial expression, not changing from his previous concerned face. Oscar didn’t stop you, so you took this as a sign to continue. “I don’t know why I started falling for you when you got out, but-“

“I’m not interested, (y/n).” Oscar glanced behind you, then focused his attention back on you.

You froze, feeling your heart shatter into tiny pieces.

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Oscar’s POV

“I’m not interested, (y/n).” I stated blandly, glancing at the Prophets that were watching (y/n) and I from another picnic table.

I watched as the sparkle in her eyes died out. It took everything in me not to pull her in my arms and tell her that I didn’t mean any of it, but I couldn’t let the Prophets use her as a way to get to me. I can’t protect her and Cesar..

(Y/n) quietly stood up, grabbed her purse and began to walk off. “(Y/n)... please let me give you a ride home at least.” I offered quietly, staring at her back.

I could hear the quivering in her voice, “No, it’s alright.” She responded softly, “I’ll get home just fine.” She finished, walking off again.

I looked over at the Prophets and glared as they smirked at (y/n) walking off.

I sighed, watching her walk into the darkness of the night. Guilt blanketing me because of what I just said to the woman I might want to spend the rest of my life with.

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Regular POV

You curled up on your couch, sniffling and crying into your couch pillow. Maybe you weren’t enough, you kept thinking.

You knew there was a chance that Oscar didn’t like you back, but you had no idea he would be so careless about it. Like you were beneath him. That’s what really hurt you. Not what he said, but how he said it.

You heard a light knock on the front door. You hiccuped softly and looked up with red puffy eyes. You wiped your running nose and got up. “Who is it?” You quietly asked, getting ready to unlock the door.

“It’s Oscar..” You heard faintly through the door.

You stiffened and stared at the door hurt, before talking through it. “What do you want?” You asked, wiping your face.

“Mamita, listen.” He frowned, “I didn’t mean a word of what I said. I just-..” he sighed before continuing, “I’m trying to protect you and not protect you at the same time.. wait that makes no sense.” Oscar gave a frustrated groan, “Mira, I like you too, (y/n). So much. That is why I can’t be with you, because other gangs might make you a target, like they’re doing with Cesar. They do this because you both are close with me and.. I would never be able to live with myself knowing you lost your life because of me..” he got quieter towards the end of the sentence.

You leaned your back against the door and kept listening to Oscar, not sure of how you should feel.

“Please trust me when I say that I do want to be with you. I will think of some way for me to make sure you stay safe, baby girl. Please open the door..” he begged.

You took a deep breath and moved your back from the door. You unlocked the door and opened it slowly, “So you didn’t say you were uninterested because of my body..?” You questioned, looking up shyly to meet Oscar’s eyes.

Oscar’s eyes widened and he tilted his head, “What the hell? Of course not, Ma. Any guy would be lucky to have you and your beautiful personality and curvy goddess of a body, but I want to be that lucky guy..” cupping your face and tracing his thumb over your cheek, Oscar kissed you slowly.

Saying you felt fireworks when you kissed him would be a cliché, but you certainly felt something magical when you kissed him back delicately.

“Will you be my girlfriend, (y/n)? I promise to protect you with everything I have.” He promised, whispering against your lips.

You smiled more and connected your lips once more, allowing that to be your answer to his question.

[flyingcookierambles]

plans for 2020???

uhhuhuhuhuhuhhhh

graduate college

get a part time job and take a gap year for academia/save up money while job hunting for my first Real Adult Job?????

figure out my gender??????????????? probably switch to like they/she pronouns or something bc i realized that every time i post something on twitter/snapchat/tumblr/whatever i always refer to myself as a “a foolish child who makes bad financial decisions” or “a person who makes their wallet cry” or like “guess who just spent like $40 on a steam sale???? this kidddddddddd” like ive always just been unconsciously referring to myself in like third person or they/them/gender neutral pronouns?????? like. i dont think that in any tweet/toot/snap ive ever written i’ve called myself something like “a foolish girl” or “a girl who makes her wallet cry” or anything so like theres that. and honestly ive made/been making some posts about this gender thing for like the past year. ive asked the cool mods at feminism and media about it (ill post the screenshot later). ive changed my main tumblr about page which i dont think anyone’s ever visited since it’s listed under “hi” and like maybe i should change it to “about”? anyways ive like changed most of my stuff online to be something like “gender questioning, but she/her pronouns are fine for now” or like “gender questioning/probably nonbinary” and then just straight up changed my facebook pronouns to they/them (but im p sure my family hasnt noticed thank goodness cuz thats not a can of worms i wanna explain to a bunch of religious baby boomers rn), changed my myanimelist gender to non-bianary (again why is this a thing? a rando blue anime hellsite is not the place i expected to have this option but like im not complaining so lol), and also put “gender questioning, probably non-binary” in the write in gender option on goodreads so like. uhhh. i guess im probably non-binary????? but also im a terrible and indecisive person so like every time i say im probably non-binary my stupid brain goes back to bein like. wait is this some internalized misogyny that makes me not want to be a girl/cis girl? but also i find the dysphoria memes/jokes on the egg_irl subreddit really relatable and its just a bad cycle in which i go “oh these gender dysphoria memes on a trans subreddit are really relatable” -> “huh maybe. im not a girl???” -> brain awakened to being not a girl -> self doubt of brain might have internalized misogyny -> haha im a cis girl even tho i always refer to myself with they/them pronouns in writing -> haha wait that doesnt sound right a cis person wouldnt refer to themself with gender neutral pronouns right -> i know, ill go to a sub that i know makes gender dysphoria jokes and caused this self doubt/gender questioning in the first place with dumb jokes like “would you push a button?” and this meme but replace the “im bi” with “im ace” -> haha these gender dysphoria jokes are really relatable -> oh no (repeat this hell cycle of self doubt for 2 years and its me haha) 

regarding the above example sentences of steam sales and my finances, uhhhh, i wanna play more video games this year. and actually finish them. because i think according to steamdb or whatever account rating site it is, my account’s games net worth is something ridiculous like $600. and like. ive only played like 30% of the stuff i own. so uh. i should get my moneys worth and play stuff

the above resolution does not apply to games that are technically endless with no real goal/end, such as the sims, cities skyline, prison architect, etc. this resolution applies only to games that do have an end, such as nameless, pesterquest, steins;gate, etc.

the above resolution also may have some exceptions due to technical issues or time since some games, mostly japanese visual novels like steins;gate, are not compatible with macbooks i guess maybe they’re not popular with gamers (not surprising the macbooks has terrible venting lol) and also maybe not popular in japan so japanese companies just dont think to port things to mac os??? idk what the issue is here exactly but like since im in a college dorm and not at home ill only have access to my macbook for a majority of the time.

also similar to the “finish the games” thing, i should read, or at least attempt to read, all the books i’ve brought. i have so so many ebooks. that are unread. yet i also keep buying more books. i should stop buying books and finish the ones i do have and also use the library more.

also i should probably figure out how to save money lol. im 22. but im constantly broke. 

also i should uhhh probably find more diverse books lol. like i love my shitty indie fantasy books and stuff but the protag is usu a white dude so like eh. but also. sometimes when i read books w female protags im like haha cant relate. and then the gender questioning sets in once again. is it because im probably non-binary? or am i actually trans or something???????? i mean i hang out on egg_irl, a mostly mtf trans sub, but also an occasional non-binary or ftm trans post comes up which is also nice to see. idk mannnnnnn lollll

also there was this whole like haha cant relate brain reaction to my school’s vagina monologues event when i went in to listen to my nursing major friend have some monologue. like she talked about some thing about like delivering a baby and it was kinda near the end of the event bc i got there late and the ones that i did hear at the end were just like haha cant relate but also ive been told that the monologues that year were particularly terf-y, probs in response to my college turning co-ed (it was up until i think 2 years before i entered a womens college and the older students, alumni and current students that were there at the time, were apparently super pissed about it, so the school i guess doubled down on “(cis) girl power!” but also kinda excluded trans/gender queer ppl that weren’t cis girls in the process)

gender is stupid i feel like id much rather not have to deal with it/pick a label to be and move on with life lol but my brain wont let me

push this internal gender crisis out of my mind by playing a ton of video games/reading a ton of books/do school work ig hahahahahaha