#hes gained my trust but im still gonna keep my eye open

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[steadybelieverpersona]

Prolouge

AN: I decided to skip the opening cutscene along with how the traveler gains the Anemo element and meets Venti and Dvalin and a heads up, I won't be active mainly because of my private life and I have to focus on that so I won't be active and write a lot also, thank you for those of you who, who decided to read this

Paimon: Were almost there!!! Paimon can't wait to try all the delicious food~ Oh!! And also help you find your sister Aether!!!

Aether: I really hope I can meet the Anemo Archon and get information about my sister...

???: *yells from above* WATCH OUT!!!

Aether: !!! *moves away quickly*

Paimon: Wahh!!! *hides behind Aether*

???: *stops gliding and jumps on a bubble to land* Phew!!! *wipes the dirt off her skirt* Sorry about that, glad I warned you both otherwise you both would've gotten hurt, anyways, introductions, My name is Y/n, resident of Mondstat!!! And you guys are?

Paimon: Paimon's name is Paimon, and this is Aether *points at a blushing Aether*

Y/n: Alright, and is Aether alright? Does he have a fever? *gets close to his to put her hand on his forehead* his head is really warm...

Aether: I-Im alright!!! Thank you for your concern!!! *quickly pulls away*

Paimon: *has a smug look* Also, you said that you're a resident of Mondstat, right? Could you lead us to Mondstat City? Paimon's directions are a blur since Paimon is getting tired after all these directions

Y/n: Sure!!! Follow me!!! *starts walking*

Paimon: What!?! Did she just trust us that quickly even if we just met!?! *stomps her foot*

Aether: *follows her*

Paimon: Wait for Paimon!!!

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Paimon: *whining* Are we almost there yet?~ Paimon's hungry!!!

Y/n: We're almost there, so hang-

???: Hey you! Stop right there!

Just then a girl with long dark brown hair, orange-gold eyes, and fair skin with her most distinguishing feature being a headband with a large red bow that rests on her head, resembling the shape of bunny ears jumped from a medium sized ledge and landed in front of them

???: *has a hand on her chest in a soldier like way* May the Anemo God you, stranger! I am Amber, Outrider for the Knights of Favonius, You don't look like citizens of Mondstat. Explain yourselves!

Y/n: Hey Amber!

Amber: Y/n!?! What are you doing here!? I thought Jean said that you were gonna stay at headquarters!?! And why are you with strangers!?!

Y/n: *sweat drops* I decided to go for a walk, and I bumped into these two

Paimon: Walk? But you just-- *gets a pebble thrown her face*

Y/n: shh!!! *looks at her with her pointer finger on her lips*

Paimon: *waves her hand in front of her* Uh, we're not looking for trouble! And Y/n was just showing us the way to the city!

Amber: That's what all the troublemakers say! Especially boys that take advantage of Y/n's innocence and naiveness! *points at Aether while holding Y/n close*

Aether: Um, Hello, I'm Aether *sweat drops*

Amber: That doesn't sound like a local name to me... And this mascot, what's the deal with it?

Aether: Emergency food. *proud*

Paimon: Hey! That's even worse than being called a mascot!

Y/n: So, to sum it all up, you're traveling partners...

Amber: Well look, there's been a large dragon spotted around Mondstat recently. Best you get inside the city as soon as possible, I'll escort you there

Y/n: Oh, but aren't you here for some other reason?

Amber: I am, but not to worry I can keep you all safe while doing that too. Besides, I'm still not sure I can trust you being alone with those two just yet.

Aether: That's a rather rude way to speak with guests...

Amber: Oh, ahh...I'm sorry. Probably something that I shouldn't say as a knight. I give you my apologies, Uh strange but yet respectable travelers.

Paimon: That sounded so fake!

Amber: Do you have something against the type of language usage prescribed by the Knights of Favonius Handbook!?

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The four were walking twords the city until Y/n realized something

Y/n: Oh right! I forgot to ask you both on the reason for why you're traveling!!!

Paimon: Aether got separated from his sister during a really long journey, Paimon is his travel buddy helping him find his sister

Amber: Oh...looking for your family? Uh... okay let me finish my stuff and then I can help you set up posters inside the city

Y/n: I'll help too! I'll even put a poster on my head if I have to!

All three: *sweat drops*

Paimon: Uh, anyways, what is it that your doing exactly first, Amber?

Amber: Its simple! You'll understand in a bit, even Y/n knows what it is

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They continued walking until Paimon notices a weird creature

Paimon: Look! A hilichurl!

Amber: Quick! Get it!

Aether managed to finish off the Hilichurl before it could get away

Amber: These monsters have been getting too close to the city recently, My task this time is clear out their camp

Y/n: I see it over there! *points to where the camp is at*

Aether and Amber started to fight the hilichurls and while Aether and Amber finished up fighting their own hilichurls a hilichurl was running twords Y/n and since an explosion barel was near the hilichurl Y/n came up with a "fun" idea

Aether: Y/n!!! look out!!! *running twords her*

Y/n:

(Pretend that's you instead of Nahida, and the attack is blue instead of green, and the barel blew up with the hilichurl)

After Y/n did that, the explosion barel exploded, ending the hilichurl and setting the area that the hilichurl was on fire

Y/n: That was fun! *clapping her hands and noticed the small fire she started* I should put that out before it spreads...

Amber: *looks at a shocked Aether and Paimon* Don't mind her saying that she just likes ending hilichurls since it's another way of releasing her anger other than being inside a bubble that she makes

Y/n: *pops up next to Paimon* Boo!!!

Paimon: Ah! When did you get there!?!

Amber: *ignores them as Y/n starts poking Paimon's cheek* Anyways, Thanks for the backup. How'd it feel?

Aether: Barely broke a sweat

Paimon: *floats higher so Y/n can't reach her* Now that Paimon thinks about it, how did the hilichurls end up here? These creatures don't seem like they would set up camps around cities

Amber: Exactly! It's more normal for them to be further out in the wilderness, but because the dragon, Storm Terror has been around recently our orchards have been destroyed and the market has been affected aswell

Y/n: When the storms hit we usually end up with a few injuries so the Knights of Favonius have been tied up doing the best they could by defending the area, and I've been helping out the best I could by helping repair some destroyed areas in the city and by healing injuries to the best of my ability and knowledge of medicine

Paimon: *has her hands on her hips* So these annoying creatures have been getting closer and closer to the city?

Amber: Exactly, that said, clearing the camp helped clearing this area. Come with me! A responsible knight must make sure to see you to the city safely.

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Finally, after some more walking, they all made it to the city of Mondstat, and the place looked so lively

Amber: Let me fully introduce you to the city of wind, dandelion, and freedom!

Y/n: Travelers under the protection of the Knights of Favonius -- Welcome to the Mondstat!

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hellooo!!! may i request a regressor!stiles and cg!derek fic? im thinkin maybe some of the pack heads to the mall for the day, stiles is running on something like 3 hours of sleep and just cant stay in it so he slips! derek helps out? maybe by making the mall trip more bearable for him or getting them out of there?

maybe this could be one of the first few times hes seen stiles regressed so hes still not entirely confident in what to do?! anyways the rest is completely up to u ^^!

- @bebbie-bilinski <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cared for ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| derek hale x stiles stilinski | read on my ao3

notes: this got so derek centric & so long my apologies

warnings: mentions of derek’s family, stiles not taking care of himself properly, pet names, pacifiers

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Derek’s hand twitches by his side, an urge to reach out and place it on Stiles’ shoulder, to stop and ask if he’s okay. As the mall trip progresses and the longer they spend walking through each store, the more exhausted Stiles looks.

It’s been at least three hours by now and while Kira’s finished up her shopping, including helping Scott pick out a new heft of clothes, Lydia’s gotten her selection of makeup bought; they’re all still trying to help Malia. This is the first time she’s been in a mall since she turned back into a human, it’s overwhelming for her, Derek can only imagine how her supernatural senses are making things sound and smell. Peters been helping Lydia guide Malia through what to buy, how to find the right sizes and what materials she likes, everything that’s needed for a successful shopping trip. And while Derek would love to indulge in seeing his uncle act so tenderly and be so welcomed by the pack, his mind keeps drifting to Stiles.

They drove here in Stiles’ jeep, just them two, and normally that’d mean Stiles would ramble happily to Derek, but today it was almost dead silent. Part of Hale had been worried it was because of their newest development in their relationship, him watching over Stiles when he’s regressed, but then Stiles had yawned loud enough for Derek to cue into what’s going on with him. He’s far too tired to be on a mall trip, never mind one that runs over three hours.

Derek knows he should take Stiles home and get him tucked into bed, let him sleep the rest of the weekend if he so pleased to. There’s still a hesitation to take that authority, to decide for Stiles, he doesn’t want to push too hard. Risk breaking the trust Stiles has put in him.

“Derek?” Peters voice drags Derek back to the store they stand in, he glances around a second to gain his bearings. Kira, Lydia and Malia are by the dressing room, Scott trailing behind them as he talks to Melissa on the phone, Derek can tell it’s Melissa because Scott never speaks that much Spanish with anyone else. Finally he lands on Stiles, where he leans heavily against the stores wall and struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Are you okay?” Peters hand is firm on Derek’s shoulder, gripping it the same way he did when they were kids, when Derek had been plagued by nightmares that made him scream out for Peter, for Laura, for Talia.

“I think I’m gonna take Stiles back to the loft, he needs sleep.” He thinks he sounds like they did, like Peter, Laura, and Talia did, making the decision for Derek that he needed to be looked after. Cared for. He wants to be that for Stiles, to be the safety he once needed and can now give.

“Okay, text me if you need anything. Take care of him.” Peter pats Derek’s shoulder before he stalks back over towards where Malia’s waving for him. Derek takes a breath to steady himself then turns on his feet to walk to Stiles.

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“Stiles? Hey, hey, easy, just me.” Stiles jerks more awake when Derek shakes his arm slightly, watching how the brunettes eyes flick around quickly before settling on Derek’s face.

“We movin’ stores?” It comes out slurred and groggy, Stiles reaching to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“We’re going home.” Derek keeps his voice as soft as he can muster without letting all his concern show through.

“We’re done?” He nods instead of trying to explain that they’re the only ones leaving, knowing that Stiles would just fight to stay and give a million reasons why he needs to be there. Derek always appreciates the stubbornness Stiles put up, it reminds him of himself, but Stiles isn’t in any state for an argument.

“Yeah bud, we’re done. I’m gonna take you back to my loft.” He takes Stiles hand when the little leans onto Derek’s shoulder, all his weight shifting to be against Hale. It breaks Derek’s heart. He wishes could scoop Stiles into his arms and carry him away, make sure he never exhausts himself like this again. He settles on squeezing Stiles’ hand tighter.

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They make it to the loft with no complications. Derek’s even able to talk Stiles into riding on his back up the stairs so he could stay in the half asleep state he fell into on the ride back.

“There we go, comfortable?” He asks once he’s taken Stiles’ shoes off and laid him back in Derek’s large bed. He debated taking them back to the Stilinski house but figured they’d have less of a chance of getting interrupted here.

“Jeans aren’t.” A huff of a laugh escapes Derek, he nods before tuning over to his dresser. The bottom drawer has become Stiles designated drawer for all his little gear, it’s not a lot, nor does Derek think it’s enough, but he’s able to pull a pair of fleece pajama pants out and a pacifier Stiles adores.

“Here, now lay still as I get your jeans off.” The idea of causing some type of harm to Stiles or making him more uncomfortable pains Derek. He takes his time pulling the jeans off before slipping the fleece pants on. He darts his eyes up to Stiles as he works, watching with a small smile how Stiles happily sucks on the green pacifier that he’s taken to quickly.

“Feel better?” Stiles nods along before his arms open up, urging Derek to come lay beside him. Derek’s heart stops for a split second seeing it, knowing how much trust it takes for Stiles to be so vulnerable, he’s heard a couple times about how Stiles’ regression is something he doesn’t share with many. With anyone really, Scott and Lydia know, Alison knew, and now Derek knows. That’s it.

So Derek graciously shrugs off his jacket and climbs into the bed, allowing Stiles to curl into his side and place his head on Hales chest. It doesn’t take much longer for Stiles to fall asleep, his heartbeat and breath pattern even out, a comforting rhythm that Derek sits awake to listen to. He carefully moves to take the pacifier that’s gone slack out of Stiles’ mouth, placing it on the bedside table for when he wakes up, before Derek allows himself to drift off. He hopes Stiles feels the safety and security that in Hales arms that Derek did with his family after those nightmares, when he had caregivers looking after him.

[lisa-russell]

I know Twitter is dying, but alot of my friends and fellow splatoon artist use it. To make a living, general fan interactions or to just post their art. Ever since HE bought the thing, its gone down hill. BlueSky and Cara arnt the best choices, still in early stages of development and cant handle the amount of users flooding to them.

Its also where a lot of small time artist post their stuff and build their fanbase, I've helped a few grow and gain followers by simply sharing and crediting. Its also were i find the greatest, memes and art! I find it hard to find artist on here, i only know of a few, while twitter has hundreds of easily searchable ones.

Now I go on this morning and freaking see a new kind of horror. If HE implements this into Twitter it will. KILL. IT. Its FOOKING wonder Nintendo and companies are just cutting ties from the site. Like shell, they reactivated the Splatoon page they have on Fb.

Remember the panicked rush of artists fleeing twitter cause of the whole A.I farming stuff, and like everyone looked for other sites to take shelter in? Well its gonna be a shell of flood... scary thing is, its not been made public yet, but it will be happening supposedly by word of mouth dev of Twitter. The point of something being called a SOCAIL MEDIA is because of thats platform ability to create communties and interactions for the general and larger public.

If you take that away or lock it behind paywalls nobody can really afford nowadays your gonna kill a majority of your client base off. Half of thw time I cant even message an artist because im not paying to get the *verfied* blue checkmark. I'm worried/concerned and angry at this man's stupid descion.

HE's already taking the abilty for followers and others to see your public likes.

If you have friends who use Twitter as away for making a living with art commissions id go ahead and warn them. Or see if they have other socials, and follow them there. Its what im going to do. I am not happy about this at all. As annoying as Fb can be, its better than the poisoning and sanitizing ink HE is pumping into Twitter.

It could be Ragebait, but id keep an eye open. HE cant be trusted.

[suuho]

OK IM THE ONE WHO SENT THE LINK TO THE GUARD DOG POST COMING OUT OF THE DARK (im also the same person who asked you if twoe was worth a watch lmaoooo) BECAUSE!!!!!!! Obsessed with the way you talk about them because. Gicheol domesticated junmo, will junmo be ready to bite the hand that feeds him? I'm especially interested now in how far will junmo take it all. Is he willing to be the "tour guide" for ms lee, is he willing to help gicheol out with wooing his own wife? And when junmo will eventually slip, will gicheol trust him enough to turn a blind eye?

Sorry for the long ask, we can chat about it in my dms if you wanna. I'm so into this tv series

noo, dw!!! i fucking love watching this show, it is the highlight of my week. i am still reeling from the fact that they opened ep 6 with that gicheol/euijeong scene and flashback, only for it to never be brought up again, and instead giving us the most homoerotic episode of the entire show so far. like, lol. hysterical. i would be wondering if they are doing it on purpose because they are being very heavy-handed with subtext and framing, but then again, i don't even care. i don't need junmo and gicheol to ever kiss on screen, i have no delusions. that's fine. i just need to watch junmo descend into evil because of how deeply entangled he is with gicheol (=keeping/gaining gicheol's trust and affection keeps junmo safe, ahhhahshshahdh i am gonna go crazy), and how his personal disposition towards gicheol is gonna force his hand, one way or another.

we have already seen this happen in episode 7. junmo getting beaten up by a cop, refusing to blow his cover and instead taking another hit for the purpose of the operation (he will be included in the drug trade, the police will gather more evidence, but in turn, gicheol's opinion on seungho's trust and devotion will increase favorably), by the same kind of people that are supposed to protect him? baby, the body! is! keeping score! the fact that he is about to sacrifice lives for his own safety, thus for his relationship with gicheol? because they are, now, intrinsically linked? he practically killed a man, only for his cover to remain intact. we are already seeing how gicheol and junmo's involvement are skewing with his morals. how much worse will it get? i, for one, can't wait to find out.

another thing i find crazy is how everything he does, he has to do to serve the operation, while simultaneously convincing gicheol that he is trustworthy, valuable, etc. meanwhile, gicheol is the worst kind of closet case i have ever seen, lol. all that going to church and prayer will not get your ass into heaven! stop making the eyes at seungho! you are not fooling anyone! always two seconds away from getting on his knees for a man he barely knows... ok.

i have more thoughts regarding the guard dog/handler dynamic but that would be to excessive, i feel.

[rinkaywie]

What Have I Done?

Arthur Morgan x Gn!Reader

Warning: Angst.

An: I'm sorry.. also im so sorry if theres mistakes

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A child of the man who works for the law is dating an outlaw?! Being Milton's child was hard. You eventually escaped from him. May 19, 1886, the date you've joined tha Van Der Linde gang, full of outlaws. They didn't trust you at first, of course. They knew your father was Milton, a famous lawman.

It took over a year to gain their trust. But you did it by killing some other lawmen, and doing your best to help the gang. You eventually fell in love with one of the best guy in the gang. Arthur Morgan. He wasn't aware of your feelings. It took so goddamn long for him to open up to you and to trust you. But when he did, oh, your heart melted. The two of you started dating in 1895.

Now let's skip to 1899. The city bank robbery. As you were getting ready, someone chapped at the nape of your neck, making you unconscious.

A familiar laugh can be heard. "Sorry it took me so long." A chuckle. "They always had Arthur by their side so i couldn't get to them."

That voice... Could it be? That fucking bastard. Micah. Micah Bell. You've always hated him, never trusted him. His voice disgust you. He was always hitting on you. Luckily, you had Arthur by your side.

You felt so weak. You couldn't keep your eyes open... Why were you on the floor? Micah's talking to someone, someone familiar. Someone you haven't seen in a long time. Darkness again.

Finally opening your eyes. "Good to have you back." Oh no... "[Name]." Your father. You were still tied up and laying on the floor.

"I'll make you a deal." He said. "If you tell me where Dutch is. I'll set you free."

Dutch Van Der Linde... The founder of the gang. He was the one who started the gang, alongside with Hosea Matthews. They were the one who found you on the streets. Dutch took you because he knew you were related to Milton, he did that so he can scare Milton. But instead, you've joined the gang and they warmed up to you. Hosea was one of your favourites, he treated you like you were really a part of the family.

"I would never." You spat. "It's a trap. I know it. You'll never set me free even after i told you. And i will never do that. Besides, you have Micah on your side.

"Micah wouldn't tell me. Now, tell me where they are, and I'll set you free. I might even not hurt Dutch and his people. But if you don't, once i find them, I'll kill them in sight."

Your eyes widened. Speechless.

A kick on your stomach. You yelped in pain. "Stop." Your father said. "If you say so." Oh god. Micah. Your father simply didn't care about you. All he cared about was to capture Dutch Van Der Linde.

"Are you sure... You won't hurt anyone?" You asked.

"Not a soul."

"If you hurt them. I'll fucking tear you to pieces."

"Where's [Name]?" Your boyfriend asked. "Let's leave them for now, they might still be in camp. We dont have time to go look for them." Dutch said as he rode his horse faster. Arthur simply groaned but agreed.

"Dutch, get out here!" Your father yelled. He was holding Hosea, pointing a gun at him. You needed to act like you didn't care at all. Even though it broke your heart. Dutch and the others were still inside the Saint Denis City Bank.

Arthur and your eyes met. He was shock. Why were you with Milton? Did you rat them out? He looked so heart broken, making your heart shatter even more.

"Mr Milton... Let my friend go... Or folks... They are gonna get shot unnecessarily." Dutch yelled back.

"Your friend?" Your father asked, sarcastically. "HA! Why would i do that?"

"Come on, Milton!" Dutch yelled, annoyed. Panicked.

"It's over. No more bargains. No more deals."

"Mr. Milton... This is America. You can always cut a deal."

"I've given you enough chances." And with that. Your father let go of Hosea and... He shot him... No. NO. You were too frozen to move. The person, who cared about you, was killed by your own father. Your mouth opened, but before you could speak, a bullet ran through your arm. You looked up to see... Dutch pointing a gun at you.

You were pulled away by another lawman, preventing you from getting shot again.

"What have i done...?"

You were hiding inside a building, on the very top floor. And that's when you heard Arthur's voice. "Lenny... He's... He's dead!"

No... Not Lenny... Lenny Summers was your bestfriend. He was always there for you when you needed someone.

You peaked out of the window and saw the others running away, leaving Arthur all alone with Lenny's dead body. You took the opportunity to quickly pull Arthur inside.

"Hey!-" He yelled as he bit your hand. "Arthur! Fuck!" You yelped in pain as you unwrapped your arms around him.

"[Name]... I should've known..." His voice was so bitter. Where was his sweet voice?

Your eyes were full of fear. "A-Arthur... It's not what it looks l-like..." Your arms were in front of you, you slowly stepped back as Arthur slowly walked towards you.

"You are just like your father." The words that left his lips destroyed you. You've always hated your father. You couldn't keep the tears anymore, all of them started flowing down.

"I... I didn't m-mean to..."

"Tell me why i shouldn't kill you. Right. Fucking. Now." He rarely even swore. Your mouth hanged open but nothing came out of it.

"I guess we have an answer." He huffed. He grabbed his knife from his holster and stabbed you with it.

"A-Arthur..." You said as you fell backwards. That's when he realized what he has done. No... He already lost so many... He quickly fell on his knees next to you. Holding you close as tears were streaming down his face.

"What were you even thinking...?" He said. He didn't even know if he was saying that to him or to you.

You were already loosing so much blood. You used all of your left energy to get something out of your pocket. It was a letter. You gave it to Arthur before you take your last breath.

"Oh, Arthur. My beloved, Arthur.

Why did it come to this? As you're reading this, I'm probably dead. You didn't deserve any of this. I know I don't have the rights to apologise but I'm terribly sorry. My father told me he wouldn't hurt anyone. But it was obviously a lie. I did everything, but i had no choice. Me and Kieran are so alike. It took so long for us to gain your trust, because we came from your enemies. But in the end, we both died the same way. Killed by our own people. Oh, Arthur. I love you, truly. I'd do anything to go back in time just to be with you again. I'm truly sorry, my love."

More tears were streaming down his face. He was sniffling. "What have i done...?" He thought.

!Not My Gif!

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A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

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Learn to Dodge

Ok but imagine being Frisk and sucking at dodging bullets

it's 3 am im not apologizing for this.

warning for Frisk cursing a lot, because they deserve it and also because it's really funny to think the only reason they don't have dialogue is because it would change the rating of the game

sans: haven't i done a great job protecting you?

sans: i mean, look at yourself, you haven't died a single time

sans: hey, what's that look supposed to mean? am i wrong?

Frisk: That's such bullshit.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: No you shut up! I died so many times i can't count and you didn't do shit a single time.

sans: you did what-

Frisk: yeah you fucking heard me. I get to swear all i want after that.

sans: *realization hitting him like a brick* look, kid, there's a lot to unpack here. but first, when did u die?

Frisk: Oh now you care, don't you? Pretty much everyone's killed me at least once. I died like 10 times to Undyne alone and you were fucking napping!

sans: *lowkey feeling regret at his words* wait... everyone? even my bro?

Frisk: nah, Papyrus' cool. Still scared the crap out of me the first time he captured me. He's a little lost about humans but he's got the spirit.

sans: the dogi?

Frisk: 3 times

sans: Greater dog?

Frisk: twice

sans: alright, i guess that's valid. but i can't think of anyone else that could do some serious damage kid. seriously, did ya die to some teens? to jerry? to a woshua?

Frisk: Say that last name again and i'm throwing a chair.

sans: oh boy, how much didja die...

Frisk: Sans, look at me in the eyes. I'm opening them wide for you. Look at me, at my armor.

sans: what about it.

Frisk: you know temmie village?

sans: yeah

Frisk: Tem sells this armor for so much money you could pay your tab at Grillby's

sans: did u pick up a fight to get the money. come on kiddo, of course you got hurt doing that.

Frisk: I'm not done yet. So outside the village there's this dark as fuck maze and it's filled with Woshues and Moldbyggs and all. But every time I died, Sans. Every time you let my soul break into little tiny pieces. Temmie sold the armor for cheaper.

sans: how the he...ck would temmie know how many times you died?

sans, to himself: i could visit the village for research, bet they know something i don't

Frisk: Hey bonehead, wanna know how much it cost?

sans: sure, go ahead

Frisk: it started at like 4500 G. I already died a few times beforehand so it was probably more expensive than that. But that fucking maze is worse than my old neighborhood in the surface, man. I died so much the price got to 1400G I think.

sans: holy crap.

Frisk: it was still too much yknow, every time I died I lost my progress so I had to keep saving every penny I got. Anyways, see what I'm wearing? How much do you think it cost?

sans: uh... 500G

Frisk: close enough, 750, it didn't go lower than that. Before you ask: no, I did not die on purpose to find out.

sans: ...

sans: how many HP do humans have?

Frisk: I learnt what HP was like yesterday, I don't think I can tell you. I have 20.

sans: ok yeah that's low. i figured you'd have like 200 at least

Frisk: I know that if I kill people it somehow increases but that's awful so next time I came back to life after dying I was back to before I murdered someone. I chose to do as much as possible to never kill again on purpose or by accident.

sans: wow, kid. you really are, uh, determined.

sans: hold on, so you can travel back in time

Frisk: *shrugs* I guess? Still hurts a fucking lot when it happens after I die. but I think I can try at will.

sans: buddy, let's do something. you can come back to a few minutes on the past right?

Frisk: Yeah

sans: ok, so hear me out. i made a codeword some time ago, so if someone tells it to me i know they're a time traveler. get closer (whisper, whisper)

Frisk: Sans what the fuck.

sans: i hope you come back and tell it to me.

--one loaded SAVE later--

Frisk: hey you told me to tell you this and if it's a fucking joke i'm going feral.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: (whisper, whisper)

sans: who told you this? what a liar. *Frisk's eye twitches* but yeah that's a codeword. come closer, to really gain my trust you need another code (whimsper, whimsper).

Frisk: Oh for fuck's sake.

--Another loaded SAVE file later--

sans: hey, kiddo what's with that look

Frisk: This better be the last fucking codeword or I'm going insane

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: *says the codeword*

sans: oh, so that's what you meant. It kinda explains a lot.

Frisk: Sans listen, I'm so fucking done of doing this. Let's just go eat, ok? Time traveling doesn't help wtih my hunger, and I reaally need to take my time to just explain what just happened because I know you got questions.

sans: *mentally preparing* here we go

-- some eplanations later --

sans: wow, kid. i'm impressed. for one thing i believe you. you knew what i was about to do before i did it.

sans: and, uh, guess i can't really make the past go away for you even if i don't remember that happening but... i'll do better, ok?

Frisk: Can I really trust you?

sans: you said your stats were low, mine are even worse so it's not like i can defend u without dusting myself in the process... but we can practice dodging, until you get better. and that armor's gonna help a lot too.

Frisk: For real?

sans: yeah, i made a promise after all. i gotta do a better job at keeping it.

sans: hey, buddy... you have not told this to anyone right? you haven't told the door lady.

Frisk: No fucking way. She also killed me once, telling her would destroy her. And I think she was trying not to hurt me too but somehow I managed to walk into her flames.

sans: ... why do you trust her?

Frisk: I don't know... it's complicated. She has good intentions. Better than some people on the Surface, anyways.

sans: you are a special kid, you know that? alright buddy, we can keep talking outside. let's take a breath and then do some training. even folks with low HP like us can find a way to survive. howzabout that?

Frisk: I guess... that's alright. Yeah, that can work.

* * *

[jaesvelvet]

jealousy jealousy — kim junkyu

words: 1.7k words

warning: grammartical errors,idk what i write does it make sense? reader being insecure!

pairing: junkyu+fem reader

notes: i want to publish my jihoon's ff but i haven't finish it yet since my school is starting soon😭 anyway this ff inspired by olvia rodrigo's song, jealousy jealousy (remember you're beautiful just like the way you are!!!🤍)

you couldn't help but grinned as you step into the famous YG building. it feels like a dream come true. you used to be a trainee in a small company for 5 months before decided to left, you realized that you didn't have the talent to be an idol, you're just average on everything, that's all. you gasped when you saw a huge screen in front of the escalator playing blackpink's mv on the screen. YG is that rich exactly like the news said.

"y/n!"

you turn, grinning widely at junkyu, who from the convenience store with some snacks on both of his hands. you waved at him and junkyu laugh in response

"i'm sorry for being late," he said, handing some bread to you

"no it's okay i just got here," you said

you and junkyu are best friends since high school, you're the one who supported junkyu's journey to debut, and junkyu was grateful to have a friend like you, junkyu always convince you to audition at YG but you refused since you now want to focus on your studies. but after junkyu accidentally saw a book full of lyrics song at your desk, he forced you to record one of the songs in his studio and release it on soundcloud so junkyu could promote the song to his fans.

of course, you reject the offer saying you can't sing and you don't want any attention in the university. a medical science student releases a song on a soundcloud, out of the blue, and treasure junkyu promoted her music?? no way!

however junkyu being junkyu, he didn't give up and keep encouraging you to record one of your songs, you didn't need to prepare anything just bring the lyrics and yourself, and the rest, he will work on it. after weeks tried to convince the you, you finally agreed with one term; which is junkyu need to buy you food. a lot of food.

"okay so here it's my studio, um it isn't something to brag about since half of the members have their studio," he said, opening the door of his studio showing his messy studio with a big portrait of treasure on the wall.

"you should clean your studio if you want to impress a girl kyu" you joked, getting a whine from junkyu mumbling that he would never see the world again if he brings a 'girlfriend' over.

junkyu pressed something on his keyboard and bass sound came out, making you flinch, the instrument that junkyu creates is mellow and kinda strident? as soon as you heard the instrument you know which lyrics from your lyrics book would go along and make a perfect song

"i have a perfect song for this" you excited, taking out your black notebook and turn to a back page—clearly the lyrics are fresh from the oven.

"okay i'm gonna play it and you sing the lyrics okay?"

you nodded and sing a little bit of the lyrics

"i kinda wanna throw

my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls

too good to be true"

"woah! it's perfect" junkyu gasped, amazed at how the instrument he made suits perfectly with your lyrics. you smile, you didn't suprised much since you know how much passion junkyu has in music.

"okay now you eat first, i'm gonna rearrange the lyrics to suit with the melody," he said and get a nod from you. you eat the bread that junkyu bought for you, you also eyeing the studio, it's kinda cold in here cause the space not too big and they put a big ass aircond on top of you.

junkyu notice your quiver, he rolled his eye when you only wearing a thin black shirt material, he scoffs before handing you his pink hoodie that he left in the studio yesterday.

"i won't turn off the aircond so you must wear this hoodie, it's been a week since i wash it," he said in a teasing voice, you frown yet you have no choice to wear the pink treasure hoodie or else, you're gonna die in this cold studio.

you sigh in relief when the hoodie warms your cold body, you side-eyeing junkyu who looks so serious rearrange the lyrics, you then click on the instagram icon, you felt blue as you saw haeri post on your feed— haeri is a popular rich girl in your university, you and her once assigned in a group for an assignment and she is very kind and open about her opinions, she also very serious when it comes to study/work and she is pretty, to your eyes she is like a goddess. she is so pretty, kind, and selfless, and you really lying if you didn't jealous of her. she has a perfect life and you still struggling to get a diploma.

you slowly pressed the screen twice, liking a picture of haeri; wearing a beanie and a mask in a cafe without posing too much, getting 2 thousand likes within 1 hour. you wonder how is it to be like a rich popular pretty girl in university? well, damn sure you will get all of the pretty privileges in your life. you sighed as you realized you're comparing yourself again with haeri. you always remind yourself not to compare yourself to anyone since you're beautiful enough but you can't. the funniest thing is you and haeri didn't even know each other, yet you being so jealous of her life. sometimes you just feel small, you want to be like them.

"y/n!" junkyu shakes your body making you slap his hand

"what!?"

"i called you for like thousand times! you didn't hear me?" junkyu said, stroking his hand that got slapped by you

"oh i'm sorry, im zoning out, you're done rearranging?"

junkyu nodded

"you can listen to the instrument and practice your lyric with it," he said

"okay"

an hour passed, you finally get the tempo, beat, and rhythm right, you grin excitedly as junkyu put the headphones on your head and directing the microphone to you

"you ready?" junkyu asked

"yes i am" with that, junkyu clicked on something and you could hear the instrument, you begin to sing the verse of your song choice.

i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls too good to be true

with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

wish i didn't care

you stop singing and look at junkyu curiously making junkyu paused the song and look back at you with a confused look

"why?"

"doesn't singer usually stop singing for producers fix their mistakes?" you asked making junkyu giggle

"yes that's true but you didn't have any mistake, you're doing good, i will pause the music if i have something to fix" he explained, getting an 'oh' from you. you continue singing the song.

i know their beauty's not my lack

but it feels like that weight is on my back

and i can't let it go

com-comparison is killin' me slowly

i think i think too much

'bout kids who don't know me

i'm so sick of myself

i'd rather be, rather be

anyone, anyone else

my jealousy, jealousy started followin' me

started followin' me

as you singing the song that you wrote, junkyu couldn't help but wonder who is the person, you dedicated to? or how you inspired to write this song? this song is obviously about your insecurities about some girl, and you don't even know her! junkyu pout when you felt like this, he knew how insecurities could kill you, back then when he was a trainee he felt insecure with all of the trainees that beat him to debut, he felt he doesn't belong in here but with you and his members on his side, he gained confidence and prove to the world that he is himself and nothing can change that.

all your friends are so cool, you go out every night

in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you

all i see is what u should be

happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

all i see is what i should be

i'm losin' it, all i get's jealousy, jealousy

you remove the headphone as soon as the instrument stop playing, you handing the headphone without noticing junkyu's face, chaeyul grabbed the water bottle and drink, her throat felt dry after singing a whole song which you have never done in your life, making you wonder how did singer voice so stable when singing live?

"kyu—oh my god why are you looking at me like that?" you take one step back as you saw junkyu looking at you with frowns on his face, you bit her lips was your singing that terrible?

"sit down here" he ordered, you quickly took a seat beside him without saying anything

junkyu grab your hand and rubs it softly while looking at you with his brown eyes.

"what you see is all fake y/n. she living her best life is what you see what you want, but you didn't see her pain, how hard she must through a day in her life, we didn't know if she struggles behind, you also know you can't compare yourself to others right? you're beautiful" he said

"but, i don't know kyu. i couldn't help but felt all jealous of her, i feel like a total loser" you said

“no y/n, you're not a loser! hear me out, you do great, you beautiful and an amazing person, so why do you need to be insecure to a person you never know? everyone is beautiful on their own, you're an original version of yourself and no one else could be you. you are special and unique, you wouldn't know if someone is jealous of your life, a successful medical student who has a great voice. you need to love yourself more, let yourself shine in your spotlight. trust me popular life wouldn't great as you think" he said

you smile at his words

"thank you kyu, honestly, you're right.i didn't appreciate myself enough this past week, hearing you said that making me feel great about myself, i am me, there's nothing anyone could change about me"

junkyu smile and pat your head

"that's my girl"

[stxphxn-strange]

playing pretend

a/n: hello hello hello! i have a prompt fill for this Dark!Stephen AU from @ironstrangeprompts and im just gonna post it before i can start second guessing my writing lmao

tw: mentions of torture, injury, implied past abuse

Prompt: Dark!Stephen AU. The avengers never really notice Stephen’s pacifist to-a-fault superheroing style until one day a magical incident corrupts him/magical entity possesses him. They’re treated to a completely unhinged and lethal Stephen, the avengers realize just how much Stephen was holding back, what with his quick work dispatching all of them, resulting in very heavy injuries. However, he takes special interest with Tony Stark, whom he has been dating for a few months now. He has Tony all strung up in the middle of the battlefield in front of the other broken and beaten avengers, he taunts and tortures him. “Being a doctor and a sorcerer is so very useful, I can break you in very precise manners, put you back together and then do it again.” When he gets bored of Tony’s screams and decides to end him permanently, Stephen suddenly snaps back to normal. The real Stephen has been battling internally to gain back control, knowing that he’s about to kill the love of his life gives him the final push to break free. He portals them all to safety and to receive medical help. Cue heavy angst and Stephen trying to make it up to them but especially Tony, who insists that everything is fine and that he knows it wasn’t the real Stephen. However they both know that Tony is just putting up a brave front and is undoubtedly traumatized by the incident. Up to the author on if they want to end it in a bleak or hopeful tone.

It took Tony a few minutes to register his surroundings when he woke up. He wasn’t lying in a makeshift coffin of bent metal, broken bones, and the ruins of the building. The familiar baritone, the melody of his waking world, wasn’t hollow and cruelly taunting him. Stephen sounded like himself, soothing and loving and reassuring but worried and tired all the same. Tony heard guilt in his partner’s voice, delineating his dream, his memory, from the present. He wanted to follow that voice, the real Stephen’s voice, and leave the past behind them. Guilt was eating away at Stephen as he tried to calm Tony down and wake him up. He defaulted to the standard promises and phrases when Tony had nightmares, but this time was different. This time Stephen was the cause of the nightmare, and he knew it. No matter how much Tony said it wasn’t his fault, that everything was okay, Stephen knew he had to repair the pieces of Tony’s trust he’d obliterated.

Tony thrashed again in his sleep, feebly kicking the air in front of him just like he did on the battlefield. “Stop!”

“Sweetheart,” Stephen began, unsure of what to say. “Tony, wake up. You’re safe, no one will hurt you.”

“Stephen!” Tony groaned and thrashed again, his eyes still shut as he fought to wake up. “This isn’t you… don’t do this.”

Stephen barely held back tears as he spoke again. “It’s over Tony, I’m back. I’m me again. I won’t hurt you, I promise I’ll never hurt you as long as I live.”

Tony was shaking when he finally woke up, unsure if he was even breathing. He opened his eyes hastily, studying the look on Stephen’s face. Stephen looked concerned, even worried, but unsure of himself as he murmured soothing nonsense to Tony.

“Breathe, Tones,” Stephen said. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’ll be okay, I promise. Just breathe, we’re alright. I’ll leave you be once I’m sure you’re okay, and—”

Tony wrapped his arms around Stephen and hugged him tightly. “Don’t you dare. Don’t go… please don’t go Stephen.”

“I can’t risk scaring you again Tony. I’ve already hurt you enough, it’s not fair to keep putting you through this,” Stephen argued, fighting his urge to hug Tony back.

Tony only held on tighter, determined not to let Stephen leave.

Stephen still wanted to disappear, but he quickly understood that Tony wouldn’t let him go that easily. The mechanic was still shivering and trembling, slowly starting to calm down as Stephen hesitantly hugged him back.

++++

They both woke up at the same time, almost four days later. Stephen woke up slowly, feeling like he was underwater or in a fog, while Tony started awake across town.

It was pitch dark in the room, the heavy curtains drawn shut to keep out any intrusive light. It was the middle of the day, judging by the clock Stephen kept on his nightstand, but he couldn’t feel the sun on his face, or see any light from his window. He was bathing in pitch black. At first, he thought he was dead, doomed to an eternity in darkness, when something red bloomed and came to life beside him. Even now, his Cloak was always dramatic, comforting as it covered him like a blanket.

As his eyes adjusted, Stephen registered Wong and Christine on the other side of the room, just studying him.

Christine was the first to meet his stare, rushing to his bedside. “How do you feel?”

Stephen grimaced in pain as he shrugged. “Not great, thanks.” There was something else on his mind, but he was too afraid to ask. He was almost too scared to hear the answer.

Luckily, Wong spoke up before Stephen could ask. “You slept for three and a half days, Strange. How much do you remember?”

“Something attacked the Compound… I think it was me,” he mumbled.

“Not exactly,” Wong began, gentler than Stephen had ever heard him.

“Possessed or not, I still attacked!” Stephen sat up, paying the price as he rose quicker than his body could handle. “It doesn’t matter if I saved everyone, not if I almost killed them first.”

Neither Wong nor Christine spoke, and the cloak simply wrapped tighter around Stephen’s shoulders.

“You did save everyone,” Wong said finally. “And you banished whatever entity possessed you. We still haven’t figured out what it is, but…”

Wong’s voice trailed off as Stephen stopped listening. His head started to hurt as he remembered, in searing detail, more of what happened and what caused him to snap out of the state he was in.

Tony was near silent, his voice failing him after hours of tortured screams. Somewhere, somehow, Stephen knew that he was the one hurting him, the one causing Tony so much pain even though he promised never to hurt the hero. He wanted to stop, to end all of the carnage he’d brought to the Compound, to his friends who were starting to feel like family, to Tony… but he couldn’t. The hand controlling his impulsive strings was strong and steady, and it wouldn’t rest until Stephen finished its bidding.

His movements were mechanical as he strode, like the marionette he’d become, to stand in front of Tony.

And Tony just looked at him with a defeated, almost calm look on his face.

Stephen’s voice sounded distorted when he spoke, preening with a twisted smile as he bent to look upon the man of iron. “Accepted your fate?”

“You won’t be the first person I’ve loved who’s hurt me,” Tony said, between pained breaths. “There’s nothing to say.”

Stephen tried to back up, to keep himself still, but he couldn’t fight the influence of his controller and struck Tony again. “Arrogance is unbecoming.”

Tony inhaled again, deeper and more pained this time but somehow even calmer. “Go ahead and finish the job. I won’t hold it against you, Stephen.”

Stephen was hyperventilating when he heard Wong’s voice again, pressed against the headboard of his bed like he was backed into a corner.

Christine approached him tentatively, resting her hand on one of his shoulders.

Stephen recoiled away from the touch and curled up on himself like a turtle retreating in its shell. He ducked his head under a pillow, shaking in fear and pain from moving too quickly. “Did I… did I kill him? I remember everything until I was about to… please tell me I—”

“You didn’t.” Christine cut him off, hoping to keep her friend from spiraling further. “Wong said you saved everyone, and that includes Tony.”

Stephen sobbed just hearing his partner’s name. Guilt wracked his entire body as he cried harder and harder, his magic running through his veins. Was he not this exhausted, he’d probably set fire to something from his high levels of stress and fear, but all he could do was cry until he fell into painful sleep.

++++

He didn’t finish it.

He didn’t listen.

Tony remembered the horrified look he saw on Stephen’s face, the remorse in his eyes as he sent a vaguely corporeal figure of dark energy through a portal.

Tony remembered the way Stephen apologized again and again as his eyes started closing, overwhelmed by the pain seizing his mind and body. A part of him hoped that Stephen had listened, that maybe the last thing he’d see in this life would be the face he’d come to absolutely adore…

… But he’d woken up sometime later in the MedBay, wanting to see Stephen more than anything. In spite of everything that’d just happened, or maybe because of everything that’d just happened, all Tony really wanted was to go back to sleep, preferably in his partner’s embrace. That really didn’t seem like too much to ask for.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Stark?”

Tony almost didn’t notice Peter pacing around on the ceiling, in fact he didn’t know his pseudo son was even in the room until he suddenly landed a few feet away. “I feel great, Kid. Definitely not like I took a ton of bricks to the face.” He didn’t remember the gory details of the fight, so Tony couldn’t say whether or not he was being literal.

“Welcome back, Boss,” FRIDAY said, a hint of worry in her voice. “And good morning. It’s currently half nine on Tuesday. I’ve been asked to inform you that Col. Rhodes has returned from Washington and has volunteered to lead all reconstruction projects for the Compound. He’s also asked me to keep you updated and will be coming to see you this afternoon.”

Tony sighed. “Thank you. Wait… that means Rhodey came back early?”

“He did,” FRIDAY replied simply. Her voice sounded like what a nod looked like as she continued. “Would you like me to tell him that you asked about him?”

“Sure, but don’t bother him. He doesn’t have to rush to see me,” Tony replied, knowing that Rhodey would probably come anyway. He was maybe the one exception to what Tony had told Stephen earlier, before…

“Col. Rhodes will be here within the hour,” FRIDAY announced.

“Thanks Fri.”

Peter, who had started pacing on the ceiling again, asked what Tony had been wondering since he woke up. “Where’s the Doc?”

“I dunno, Pete. I’ve been wondering that myself,” Tony admitted. “Fri, you wouldn’t happen to know… would you?”

“As far as I can tell, Doctor Strange returned to the Sanctum following the… altercation… on Thursday,” the AI reported.

“What? Altercation? What happened?” Peter landed on the floor again, looking more worried than Tony thought he deserved to.

“There was just a small wizarding mishap, don’t worry about it,” Tony said. He shrugged, trying to reassure Peter as much as he could. “Not even an emergency, Underoos. We would’ve called for you if it was.”

Tony also didn’t want Peter to see what happened. Maybe he was sheltering the kid, but he didn’t want Peter to ever find out about the attack on the Compound. It was bad enough that the team, even in their varied states of consciousness, saw what they did. They saw the fear in Tony’s eyes, saw him slowly surrender to Stephen’s ruthless attacks until he just stopped trying to fight the sorcerer. Tony knew he couldn’t parry these magical attacks, couldn’t break the spelled restraints… but he didn’t want Peter to see how easily he’d given up.

If Peter had more to say, he simply chose not to ask about it. Instead he just shrugged. “Glad you’re okay, Mr. Stark. May heard from Pepper that you got hurt, so I wanted to swing by… no pun intended.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that calling me ‘Tony’ is fine?” Tony asked, rolling his eyes warmly. “I’m fine, Pete. Not up for working in the lab today, I’m afraid, but—”

“That’s okay! My suit isn’t going anywhere, we can upgrade anytime,” Peter replied. “I promised May I’d be home for movie night, but I just wanted to come see you.”

Tony smiled softly. “You’re a good kid, Son. Get home safe, and I’ll give you a call when I’m back in working condition.”

“Thanks IronDad!” Peter was gone in a second, leaving Tony in the quiet with his thoughts.

“Fri?” He asked after a few minutes.

“Still here, Boss.”

“Will you… will you tell Stephen I want to see him?” Tony asked.

Maybe he was the spoiled brat everyone believed, or maybe he was exhausted and touch starved and showing signs of an addictive personality. Tony didn’t know, he didn’t care, and he just wanted his sorcerer back.

“I’ll let him know,” FRIDAY replied, softer than normal.

++++

“Stephen, it’s been days. Days since the attack, days since you holed yourself up in my library like you’re going into hibernation—”

“Good morning to you too, Wong.”

Wong may have laughed at Stephen’s attitude if he didn’t feel so bad for him. Stephen was completely out of it, so much so that he didn’t even realize how late in the day it was. “It’s almost eight, Strange.”

Stephen just sighed. “Did you need something from me?”

“Stark is asking for you again. I think you should see him.”

“You said that yesterday,” Stephen muttered.

“I’m saying it again now. I know you, Stephen, I can read you like any book in here.” Wong began. “You’re trying to outrun your guilt but you know it’s not that easy. Ignoring Tony isn’t going to make things go away, and it’s not going to make either of you feel better. He misses you, and I know you miss him too.”

“I don’t know how I can even look at him after what I did… he trusted me,” Stephen whispered, looking down at his lap. “I broke his trust.”

“Not willingly, and he knows that,” Wong reminded him. “It wasn’t you, Stephen.”

Stephen ignored him, beginning to tremble as he thought back to what Tony had said to him. “He told me he wouldn’t hold it against me… that I wasn’t the first of his loved ones to hurt him. I don’t know what I could do or say to prove to him, let alone to the team, that I’d never hurt them again.”

“Hiding away in here isn’t helping to prove that,” Wong said.

“You just want your chair by the window back,” Stephen accused him.

“Of course I do! But I also care about you and your happiness. If you need anyone to vouch for you, I’ll be here,” Wong replied.

“That sounds like you’ve made up my mind for me.”

“I have. Go now, before it gets too late.”

Stephen opened a portal to the tower, just outside of the lab. “I doubt Tony would be asleep, he’s always awake.”

His suspicions were confirmed as he closed the portal. Tony was in his lab where Stephen thought he’d be, a mug in one hand and a pen in the other.

Stephen’s entire body trembled with nerves as he opened the door, the cloak knocking loudly and dramatically to make his presence known.

“FRIDAY, Quiet Place Protocol please,” Tony said. He looked up and smiled sadly at Stephen as the lab’s usual blaring music shut off. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Stephen suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself. He was too scared to get any closer to Tony, afraid to hurt him, but at the same time all he wanted was to hug him.

The cloak made the first move, flying off of his shoulders and resting on Tony’s.

“Aww, hi Levy.” Of course Tony had a nickname for the relic, he had nicknames for everything and everyone.

Stephen found it annoying in the most heartwarming way, and he couldn’t help but smile as Tony sat down at his workbench.

“You can come over, you know?” Tony asked, half teasingly. “I told you I don’t bite, Steph.”

Stephen felt like a marionette again as he walked towards his boyfriend, but his heart was in control this time. He wanted to protect, to cherish, and to spoil the man in front of him with nothing but love and attention. He was just afraid, still unsure of himself as he studied Tony’s face. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey… I know.” Tony opened his palms on his lap, silently asking to hold Stephen’s hands.

Stephen let him, trembling harder as Tony held him gently. “I don’t know what happened, Tony. Something took over me, and I couldn’t stop it. I’ve never been overpowered like that before, and I didn’t know what to do. But please listen when I say that I promise it’ll never happen again, I mean that’s a given if you leave me, but—”

“I’m not leaving you,” Tony said firmly. “I know you weren’t voluntarily doing all of those things.”

“I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I still don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Tony…” Stephen took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Tony I could’ve killed you. The entire time I was trying to break the curse, to get that thing out of my system, I almost killed you. And you almost let me do it.”

“I did.”

Stephen didn’t know what to say. Tony had that calm, accepting look on his face mixed with a kind, trusting expression. It was the same look he’d given Stephen in the ruins of the Compound, and it hurt. It didn’t feel like an apology would be enough to make things right, but what else was there to do now? “I’m sorry, Tony.”

Tony slid his arms around Stephen’s waist and pulled him into the hug they’d both been needing. “I’m fine baby, it’s okay. It’s over.”

Stephen knew it wasn’t just over, and he knew Tony knew it too. But in the moment he was too fatigued to fight about it and let Tony hold him closer. “Have you been sleeping?”

“Trying to,” Tony replied. “Not to be cheesy or whatnot, but I do sleep better with you next to me.”

“May I take you to bed?” Stephen asked, sounding even shyer than when he normally asked that. “Please? I know it’s early, but I wouldn’t object to a nap.”

Tony nodded, shifting to press a chaste kiss to Stephen’s lips. “That sounds nice. FRIDAY, save and shut everything off please.”

“Engaging ‘You Shall Not Pass’ protocol, Boss,” FRIDAY reported dutifully.

Tony scoffed. “Remind me to never let you and Peter give Fri name suggestions again.”

“You could just change it if it bothers you that much.” Stephen chose to remind Tony of that instead, even though they both knew Tony was secretly fond of the movie references hidden in his protocols. “Besides, that serves you right for calling me Gandalf all the time.”

“If the shoe fits, babe,” Tony said. He stood up, keeping an arm wrapped around Stephen’s waist as they left the lab and headed for the elevators.

Despite feeling safe and loved in Tony’s arms, more than he could have ever hoped to be and probably more than he deserved, Stephen was still anxious. He felt out of place in the Tower, never mind the fact that he usually spent half of his time there, and he felt even more out of place amongst the team.

“How are the others?” He asked quietly, afraid to hear the answer.

“They’re getting better.” Tony saw no point in sugarcoating the truth. Stephen would see right through it, and that wouldn’t help him process everything. “Carol and Thor are both bored of training with each other, but no one else wants to spar with either of them yet. Or with Natasha, for that matter.”

“Does anyone ever want to spar with them on a good day?” Stephen asked, trying to keep the mood light.

“You’re all a bunch of sore losers who can’t rise to a friendly challenge” Natasha quipped, suddenly materializing in front of the couple. “Tony, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why is he here?”

“Natasha, I—”

Natasha pointedly ignored Stephen. She never disliked the sorcerer, she was actually indifferent and had no issues telling Tony that, but Tony’s trustful, rather soft nature was a concern of hers. It worked in her favor, sure, but she was really trying to be a better friend to Tony and look out for him more. It was this concern that motivated her to look at Stephen with disgust. Natasha wasn’t scared of him, she took heavy damage in the attacks but it was more minimal compared to some of the things she’d put his friends and family through.

Tony was acting as if none of that happened, and that couldn’t stand.

Natasha frowned and glared at Stephen as she addressed Tony. “Tony what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t play dumb and tell me you’re not following. What are you still doing with him? You barely sleep more than an hour without waking everyone up screaming from phantom pain and nightmares! Do you think we can’t hear you yelling and begging for Stephen to stop torturing you and just kill you? Because we all do!” Natasha took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And after all that, you’re holding him like nothing is wrong? I don’t understand how you can be so forgiving sometimes.”

She stormed off before Stephen could defend himself or before Tony could respond. Her words echoed in Stephen’s head as Tony continued to lead him down the hallway, into the elevator, and into the penthouse.

Stephen sat dejectedly on the bed as Tony shuffled around the room, grabbing a few blankets from the closet. He didn’t say anything as Tony made a little nest of pillows and blankets, the cloak joining the haphazard pile the minute Tony curled up under a throw. Eventually Stephen allowed himself to lay down, offering no protests as Tony hugged him again.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, mumbling into the soft fabric of Tony’s shirt.

“I know,” Tony said simply. “Relax sweetheart, it’s okay.”

He was still tense, curling up smaller in Tony’s arms. “Are you okay?” The sorcerer asked.

“I’m fine,” Tony reassured him. That was half true. He was fine, to a point, but there were things bothering him that he had no idea how to tell Stephen about.

Eventually they would have to face the music and talk about everything, and they both knew it. For now, Tony was somewhat okay with ignoring it, clinging to the hope that having his Stephen back would keep the memories at bay.

Tags: @stark-strange-love2 @salty-ironstrange-shipper @funkylittlebidiot @richieleeparker @chocopiggy @hatakehikari @taruyison 

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

May I request Golden Deer x fem!reader headcanons where her upbringing didn't lend itself to her learning feminine hygiene like shaving or knowing how to braid her hair which makes her insecure and the house notices she never wears short clothes even in sweltering heat? Maybe with Claude x reader undertones?

Of course anon! I’d be more than happy to try my best. I certainly hope that I did them justice! Hopefully they aren’t out of character lol. to be completely honest, i feel like i rushed this towards the end lmao

~Admin Hurricane

Claude von Deer

He didn’t understand it, but you intrigued him

You weren’t like Marianne or Hilda, in fact you were far from it

It surprised him nonetheless when you were wearing long sleeves in sweltering weather

He’d asked you countless times why you weren’t wearing something lighter, but you would always shake your head and continue on with training.

It certainly worried him, when you suddenly fainted one day

He insisted that he be the one to carry you back to the infirmary.

Byleth had to force him to go back to class cause all his pacing outside of the infirmary was giving Manuela a headache.

When you finally woke up, he immediately booked it from the GD classroom and was the first one in

That was when you broke down and told him everything

He listened to every word you had to say, not breaking eye contact once please i love him he’s hubby material why isn’t he real sOB

When you finished he was silent before consoling you and pulling into a hug

He told you that it didn’t matter what your body looks like and that all that mattered was your personality and you as person

That caused you to break down more which made him PANIC lmao

Offered to teach you how to braid hair 

Whenever you guys are training or are in battle, he keeps an eye on you to ensure that you don’t faint again cause of heatstroke 

Advises you to drink plenty of water, STAY HYDRATED!

Ohoho Byleth the matchmaker caught on, and immediately paired the two of you together 

Whenever you’re feeling down cause you don’t seem “feminine enough” or are “too masculine” Claude immediately waves off those bad thoughts

Also to add onto you feeling down, if you were really out of it, he would drag you onto his wyvern and take you out for a ride :))))

Hilda

Hilda squealed when she first saw you, immediately dragging you into her room. 

She tried sprucing you up, but you didn’t really get it as she eagerly showed you different outfits and makeup

She got kinda upset when you stared out the window instead bored out of your mind

Tried to get your attention by waving her hands dramatically in front of you

She was pretty surprised when you opened up to her about why you weren’t interested

From then on Hilda decided to give you some tips on how to do your hair and such

She also gave you advice on clothes to wear, if you were still insecure. Something that won’t cause you to overheat, but is light and long enough to cover up your arms and legs.

Overall she was pretty open as soon as she learned about your circumstances and very willing to help.

Lorenz 

Off topic but Lorenz please change your goddamn pre time skip hairstyle

To be frank, the two of you didn’t get along that well

Why do I say that? Well you didn’t like his womanizing attitude towards other girls and felt that he was too stuck up for his own good

He thought you were too masculine and brutish for your own good and tried educating you which annoyed you to no ends.

Finally one day, when you couldn’t take his pestering anymore you just snapped

He stood there in shock, completely unsure of what to say

From then on he was more aware of what he said to you cause he was worried that what he would say would wound your pride again

Keeps an eye on you because he’s “such a gentleman” hey, his words not mine.

Raphael

Sorry bby, I love you Raph, but he’s a little bit dense 

Doesn’t notice your discomfort at first

Takes you awhile to open up but once you get to know him, he’s more than willing to listen

Being a big bro, he does his best to comfort you and encourage you saying that it doesn’t matter how you act he’s still rooting for you 🥺 BAHA PLEASE I LOVE THIS BIG TEDDY BEAR

Encourages you to wear whatever you like and be proud of yourself 

10/10 wholesome relationship

Bonus: if you still don’t know how to braid your hair, he’ll help do it for you cause he’s had plenty of practice with his younger sis 

Ignatz 

I’d like to think that he’s pretty sensitive and noticed right away

He asked you about why you were constantly wearing long sleeves

At first you weren’t that willing to open up, opting to change the subject and move on

However, as you came to know him more and discovered that his intentions were indeed genuine, you decided to tell him

He was rather surprised at first because he saw nothing wrong with you 

He told you to just continue being yourself and that everyone has flaws

You broke down crying and poor iggy panicked

You eventually stopped crying and thanked him

Since you shared your insecurities with him, he shared his secret hobby and love for painting and you encouraged him to pursue his artistic dreams rather than becoming a knight

Lysithea

She has many secrets herself but she isn’t very sensitive to how others are if you’ve seen her support with Marianne I think you know at first

Once you spend more time with her she notices how you avoid talking much about yourself and your upbringing

Not wanting to pry, she left you alone

Once you got to know her better, you slowly opened up about how you felt and your insecurities

And to your surprise, she listened

She kinda just sat off on the side patting your side unsure of what to say

Since you opened up to her, once you got to know her better, she found that she could trust you and told you abt her secret obviously i'm not gonna say it cause spoilers :)

Marianne

You’re insecure? She’s insecure? HOORAY YOU’RE NOW FRIENDS

Whenever the two of you hang out it’s literally just:

“....”

“.....”

“Um…”

Yeah...it's a little hard to strike up a conversation with Marianne at first

She was fairly curious about why you constantly wore long sleeves tho

"Um...y/n not to be rude, but why do you wear long sleeves? Aren't you hot, i-im sorry if I've overstepped, don't mind me…" 

But the two of you had grown close so naturally also being insecure you told her about your worries

Marianne didn't rlly know what to tell you at first and went all "oH iM soRRy you sHoULdNt bE taLkiNg tO mE bEcaUsE i bRiNg bAd LuCk"

Leonie

In a sense Leonie could relate to you

She told you to mmmm block out the haters and just be yourself

You gained a confidence boost from her cause she was encouraging and told you to just stay true to yourself.

She truly helped you get your walls down and let you know that its okay

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[vivinightingale]

ok so we’ve already established that im an absolute simp (& sucker 🥺) for joey wheeler, but i love all my bois so can we pls get some hcs w/ the main DM bois with a vv short s/o? like REALLY short? like less than 5 feet? (im 4”10 so idek if im shorter than Yugi so 🤧🤚) also do you do matchups? and if so, are they open?? thanks love!! 💗

Yes! I do match ups, and yes they are open so feel free to submit! 💕💕

This one goes to all my smol readers I love you guys 💕💕💕

Yugi Muto:

He isn’t gonna lie having an S/O who’s smaller then him is the best thing ever to him (he likes to feel tall)

He loves leaning down to kiss you, or how your the perfect height to lay your head on his chest as he holds you.

Maybe it because you shorter then him,but he is also very protective of you. It’s all that bad, but please remind him that you’ll be okay or it will get worse.

If you wear them he really loves dress and skirts on you, when you twirl in them has him high key wanting you, but to be fair anything you wear that makes you feel confident makes him high key want you.

He just really loves you okay??

You guys are cutest short couple. Teá and Mai squeal an coo about the two of you. (Usually end up with you and yugi huffing at the two of them)

He has you in his phone as shortcake 🍰💕

The cutest cuddly couple 10/10 best of the best

Yami/Atem:

He doesn’t care how tall or short you are, it’s the kindness in your heart that has him ALL over you.

Because he has touched anyone in almost 5000 years or so he loves holding you, and keeping you close. His favorite is wrapping his arms around you from behind as he lays his head on top of yours.

Much like his counterpart he loves being able to lean down and kiss you. To him he gets to see you pretty face at a better angle.

He is also very protective of you he will pull you into his arm and use his body as shield. He just got you he doesn’t want anything to take you from him.

Not gonna lie but the confidence you show during duels is the thing that makes him high key want you. Just look at you and the fire in your eye just 👌

Unlike with yugi, teá and mai don’t coo at your relationship, but they love it just seeing how loving he is to you has them sighing at romantic it is

He has you in his phone 👑Queen🥰

Adorable dueling couple 10/10 would watch every duel

Joey Wheeler:

He has to litterly has to stop himself from constantly picking you up cuddling you. So needless to say he LOVES having a smaller S/O .

Honestly he is one that will give the cute short nicknames lil angel, nugget, Chibi, shorty, and shortcake.

He loves being able to pick you, hold you close, and pepper all kinds of kisses all over your face. See how red your face get makes him want to do it more.

He knows you can protect yourself, but there are times when he feels the need to protect you.

When you argue with Seto, and put him his place that is when he high key wants you. Just seeing with spark in your eyes as your prove to Seto that your deck is just as good as his. He’s gotta stop himself tbh

Yours and Joey relationship is a little bit of cutesy, with a lot of silliness, and some sass it honestly makes everyone laugh at you guys antics.

Has you in his phone as lil sass 💕😂

Funniest sass couple 10/10 would laugh for hours with you guys

Tristan Taylor:

The work out couple has arrived! He is the boyfriend that will lift you up and let’s you sit on his bicep as he flexs.

Because you don’t two compete in duel monsters like everyone else you compete to see do the most push ups, sit ups etc

He loves it when you sit in his back as he does push ups, and you count for him, or when you hang off his arm when he is trying to show off.

Oh he KNOWS you can protect yourself (sometimes you end up saving him), but he tries anyway and it adorable.

As much as he loves doing those things with he absolutely loves it when you wear cutesy things. The adorable look you give him when you cling to his arm in your cute attire has him high key wanting you.

Has you in his phone as little power house💪😍

Cute power couple 10/10 would cheer you guys on

Duke Devlin:

Dungeon dice monster tag team champs! You’re cocky attitude mixed with his is honestly a fan favorite among the crowds.

Your vast height difference is also a favorite among your fans. When you two win he picks you up spins you around and peppers kisses all over your face.

You two play fight a lot, and he loves it because at the end of the fight he is always on top, and it usually ends up as something more.

Duke is the protective type so even if he knows you can protect yourself he still wants to be there for you.

Shorts are this man weakness so anytime you want to get a rise out of him wear them, and watch this man squirm

He has you in his phone as baby cakes 🎂😋

The flirty couple that has each other’s back 10/10 would stick around long but love you guys anyway

Seto Kaiba:

Hhhoooooo boy you better climb this giraffe boi, cause let me tell you he is tall boi, and you may or may not look like a child next to him.

Because you are only slightly taller then Mokuba a lot of people mistaken as one of siblings. One day out of frustration you pulled him down kisses him roughly and told everyone you were his s/o NOT his sibling.

He loves how well you bond with mokuba, and how you treat him as your own kin. Even as going as far is stopping people from kidnapping him. (You short it’s easier for you to bust knee cap)

When he isn’t around you will have at least 1 bodyguard just for his own peace of mind.

You know what makes him high key want you? (Dressing as a blue eyes) beating him in a duel and taking control. Seto has been control all his life so having someone who is willing to take control for him is a nice change of pace.

He has you in his phone as (y/n)

10/10 best fierce business couple, would watch you got it with joey

Bakura Ryou:

He doesn’t care about your height as long as you have big heart to match your beauty, and he can cuddle you.

Most of the girls who still tried to gain I his attention in high school are trying now and they are all HELLA jealous of you, but the two of you don’t care cause you two are in your own little world.

More times then not people can find you guys tangled up in each other. Wheather it be hand holding, or you guys cuddling you two are always with one another.

He knows he isn’t much of a fighter, but he would do anything if it means protecting you.

The thing that high key gets him going is when try to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. You are just too adorable he can’t resist.

He has you in his phone as My love 😍💖

10/10 I’ve become diabetic with how sweet you guys are

Yami Bakura:

Get ready to be picked on by this man, cause trust me he may love, but that isn’t stop him from picking on you.

Shorty, small fry, and tiny are some of his favorites to call you. He will also use as an arm rest when he stands next to you because he like the rise he gets out of you.

You aren’t a pushover though and that’s what he loves the best. That temper of yours is what drives him to be ass.

Look he may pick on you but anyone else DARES talks bad about you he will most definitely send someone to the shadow realm no hesitation.

When you two go at or when your going at it with someone else is what has him high key wanting you. I’m telling you it’s the temper

If he has a phone your under Fireball 🔥

10/10 don’t want to be around cause he might yell at me but I’m rooting for you boo

Marik Ishtar:

Okay I have to say it. Traveling is expensive so I can see you two being the couple where he tell the waitress you his little sister and just the right age for the half price kids meals.

He loves how well you fit in front him while the two of you travel on his motorcycle. It’s a sure way he knows your okay.

The boy has been through a lot, and for as long as he could remember he has always felt alone so your presence alone is what keeps those dark thoughts away.

He is also a protector so he would fight ANYONE for you.

What really get him high key wanting you is when get on the bike with shorts and a tank top. Like wooooo guess you guys are staying in town for a couple days.

Has you in his phone as sunshine☀️💛

10/10 best traveling couple good luck in your travels!

Yami Marik:

Also one of those one where he will make fun of your height, but still keeps you close like his life depends on it.

He tries to be mean and rude to you, but your kindness just snuffs it all out and he ends huffing as he holds you his head on top of yours.

He likes the quiet moments away from everyone else because if they saw how weak he was for you, you would be a HUGE target.

He would send anyone to the shadow realm if they so much as look at your wrong.

The thing that gets him when you sit on his lap, and pretend your in charge. You short stature just really get him going.

If he has a phone your under Small fry 🍟

10/10 you guys are mix but I love it all the same

[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

[kaori-flowers]

The end of Tommy. Idk if it's sad, im not good at writing sad I don't think but uhhhhh yeah I hope you enjoy? Idk. Sorry ;-;

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Wilbur watched from a distance as Tommy walked up the hill towards his tent. He dumped his bag of wood out near the small fire pit he made and groaned. His arms and legs were tired so he walked into his tent and flopped on his bed. A sharp object jabbed him in the side and made him sit up quickly as he hissed in pain. He pulled the object out from under him and looked at to find it was a book he'd never seen before. He sighed and opened it as he laid back on the bed, reading it in his head. He got through a few sentences before sitting up quickly, reading it more seriously now. After he finished the page he buried the book under his bed quickly. Then he left the tent and looked around slowly, scanning for Wilbur. Wilbur stood up on the hill in the distance and Tommy glanced at his necklace. He pulled it off and looked at the black and red coloring with the carved words in it. He growled and stomped down to the beach, stopping at the edge of the water. He threw it as hard as he could, hurting his arm, into the ocean.

"Tommy!"

Wilbur was finally able to get close to Tommy without being in immense pain. He hugged Tommy as soon as he was close enough, almost knocking him down. Tommy hugged him back, gripping his shirt tightly and almost crying.

"I thought you were mad at me! You just disappeared!"

"No, never. You're my little brother and I love you."

Tommy calmed himself down, managing to hold back his tears. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing a little. He let go of Wilbur and took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. Wilbur gently kissed Tommy's forehead and looked him all over, making sure he was okay. He was for the most part. Tommy sighed and relaxed, pushing Wilbur back a little.

"Okay, I have a plan. So go away."

"What? But i-"

"Trust me Wilbur. Go away. Please, I have a plan."

Wilbur hesitated, not wanting to be separated from Tommy for long again. He trusted his little brother though, and followed his instructions. Tommy took a deep breath and walked over to the small forest area by his tent. He smeared mud on his clothes, and ripped them open. Then he picked up sticks off the ground and scratched himself with them. Then he broke them and tossed them close by, before lying down on the forest floor. Wilbur watched from afar, worried, and wondering what he was doing. Tommy moved in a slightly weird position and closed his eyes, relaxing his body. Attempting to look unconsciously normal. He waited and waited. Tommy felt like each minute that passed was an hour. He dislikes laying there in that position and was almost ready to give up.

"If you're hiding from me to try and scare me it's not gonna work Tommy."

Dream's voice gave him home and he remained still, as the sound of gravel and leaves crunching got louder. Tommy purposely groaned loudly, and sat up which gained Dream's attention. Dream rushed over to Tommy and dropped his axe, looking him over as if he actually cared.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I don't know, i fell out of the tree and- wait.... where's? Where's my necklace?"

Tommy looked around as if he was actually concerned on where it was. He stood up and fake stumbled a little, and looked around quicker. Dream grabbed Tommy's arm and held it tightly to prevent him from moving away.

"It's fine. It's okay, I'll just make you a new one."

Dream sighed, but wasn't actually bothered that he lost the necklace. It meant nothing to Dream, it was just something he made to keep Wilbur away from Tommy. He could simply make another that does the same affect to Wilbur. Dream doesn't care, the necklace is not even close to important to him.

"No it's not! First I lose tubbo, my best friend! Then I lose my compass that Wilbur made for me. Now he won't come near me and won't even talk to me. Now I lost your necklace that you made for me. All I do is lose things!"

Tommy let himself fall on his knees and he quickly pushed himself to cry. It wasn't hard for Tommy to make himself cry since he was full of sadness ever since he left. He was constantly on the brink of crying and even taught himself how to turn it on and off. Like a light switch. Dream didn't know that though and it was the first time the ever seen Tommy cry. It made him feel weird and uncomfortable, especially since he's never seen it before.

"Tommy, it's okay I promise. Come on we can look for it together. Where were you last at?"

Tommy stopped crying but his face and eyes were red from it. He wiped the tears off his face and stood up off the ground. Tommy looked around slowly before shrugging and making Dream sigh. Dream looked up at the trees, scanning the branches for anything shiny. Dream was sure they wouldn't find it, and just planned to make another one later. Tommy and Dream walked around the small forest together, checking the ground and trees.

"Here you can play with this while we look for it. Just don't hurt yourself with it."

Dream handed Tommy the netherite axe that he had worked so hard to get. Tommy smiled as he let tears slide down his cheeks and swung it around. Dream looked at him and mentally scoffed at the sight of him. Dream still seen Tommy as a child that didn't understand anything, and wasn't smart enough to figure things out. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but Tommy was gon a crush Dream now that he knew. His plan was already in motion and he wasn't gonna back down at any time. Wilbur followed along in the distance, curious about what was gonna happen.

"Let's check the Nether."

Before Dream could object Tommy was already jumping in the portal. Tommy waited for Dream on the other side and when he arrived he started walkimg again. Dream hesitated a little, knowing Tubbo was somewhere in here, but let him keep going. Wilbur waited a few minutes before going through the portal and looking around for them.

"So Tommy..... How have you been since I last seen you?"

"Alright. I gathered up enough fire wood to last me 3 days at least. Unless you burn it again.... along with my armour.... and my food...."

"Yeah....."

Dream awkwardly looked away from him for a few seconds but continued to follow him. Tommy rolled his eyes, knowing Dream couldn't see them right now. Tommy swung the axe around carelessly, making Dream tense. At any second Tommy could drop it into the lava below and it would be gone. Forever. Dream would have to take another 4 days to get or even make another one. Which was irritating because if he was busy making an axe then Tommy was unsupervised. Which meant anyone could visit Tommy when Dream wasn't around. Dream didn't want that. He didn't want Tommy to know anything besides what Dream told him.

"Hey Dream close your eyes and stop walking for a second. I have a surprise."

Dream stopped and hesitated a little but closed his eyes slowly. Tommy quickly took out his pickaxe and mined himself out of reach. He stood in the middle of the block that was floating out over the large lava pit. Wilbur tensed up and joined Dream's side, not caring about distance anymore.

"Okay open."

"Tommy what are you doing?!"

"Wilbur shut up. Deam if you make any movement towards me I'll jump."

Dream slid his foot back in place and he remained still as he watched Tommy intently. Tommy threw the pickaxe down in the lava and then Dream's axe. Dream's jaw clenched but he didnt move from the spot he was in. Tommy emptied his pockets of everything, throwing it into the lava. Across the sea of Lava Tubbo and Ranboo watched out on a small cliff. Halfway down under them was Fundy and Nikki, and above was Techno with Philza. None of them knew each other was in the nether, because they were all in 2s. They were collecting resources but stopped once they seen Tommy, glued on the situation in a large mix of emotions.

"Tommy don't do anything stupid." Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You. Lied to me."

"So what?!"

"You betrayed me! You-"

"Tubbo betrayed you!"

"BECAUSE YOU MADE HIM. He wasn't gonna exile me but YOU pushed for it. All of this is YOUR fault. All of your actions is what lead up to this Dream. This. Is on. YOU."

Tommy's words were filled with pure hatred as he spoke, glaring at Dream. It made Dream feel a little uncomfortable and even made him glance away a few times. Tommy's stare felt like daggers of fire to Dream, and he found it extremely uncomfortable.

"So what Tommy! I-"

"You hid all the invites. You lied saying Tubbo burned his compass. You don't let anyone visit me. You don't tell me ANYTHING about how the others are doing. You-"

"Tommy calm down, you're gonna get yourself hurt."

"Calm down? Pssh, yeah as if. As if you actually care Dream. You don't care about anyone. Not even your HUSBAND. You've spent more time with me than you have with him. How fucked up is that? He's your husband Dream, you're supposed to be WITH HIM."

"Tommy you are crossing the line!"

Dream took a step forward, towards him and Tommy stuck his foot out over the block. Dream growled but froze on the spot, not moving again. Tommy didn't put his foot back on the block though. Instead he balanced on one foot, making everyone hold their breath. Dream didn't want Tommy to kill himself though. He wanted Tommy to stay alive and suffer slowly. He wanted to see Tommy so broken he couldn't get out of bed, and that's when he'd kill him. In front of Tubbo so he would see what he did. But it wasn't Tubbo's fault, and Dream's plan wasn't going to happen.

"There was NO LINE. You kicked me out of my HOME, and made me lose my best friend. My BROTHER. All my family. I have no one left! I fucking hate you!"

Tommy's scream echoed through the nether, filling everyone's ears. Philza looked away, not wanting to see another son die. The first one was already hard enough, and he didn't want to see this one. Tubbo's chest hurt horribly and he felt like tears were going to burst out of his eyes any second. Nikki always seen Tommy as little brother as well so she was worried for his safety. Fundy was annoyed and upset because what Tommy said was the truth. Dream had been spending so much time with Tommy and not him. And they were married. Technoblade felt wrong, and bad that he didn't provide help to Tommy when he clearly could have. Instead he just laughed at him and left him with barley anything.

"Tommy... Did you really have anyone to begin with? Wilbur is dead. Your so called father and older brother MOVED ON. And your so called best friend? He moved on as well. He's president Tommy. You have no one because you are no one."

Dream didn't believe that Tommy would actually jump and kill himself. So he decided to say it out he seen it, hitting him hard as he was already down. Although Tommy had already made up his mind, and as much as he was scared he wasn't backing down. He had no where else to go and Dream was right for the most part. Tommy actually had no one except Wilbur now, and so why not join him?

"And who do you have? Punz? Sapnap? George? You're as much as a no one as I am."

Tommy scoffed, rolling his eyes at Dream. His cheeks glistened as his tears slid down them and dripped onto his clothes. Tommy took a deep breath to calm himself and then let it out slowly. He looked at Wilbur and sighed slowly, relaxing a little. He was ready. He was embracing his fate.

"Wilbur."

"Tommy."

"Take care of Tubbo for me."

"Wha-"

Tommy fell backwards, off the block as he closed eyes slowly. Dream's eyes widened at the fact that he actually did it. Tommy actually jumped. Well.... Technically Tommy just fell back off the block, accepting his fate. He put his arms out and kept his eyes closed enjoying the soft wind feeling. Which only lasted a few seconds.

"TOMMY NO!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"TOMMY!"

"NO TOMMY!"

"TOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYY!!"

The nether was quickly filled with screams as Tommy plummeted down towards the large lava ocean. There was absolutely nothing anyone could do for him. As soon as Tommy hit the lava ocean he was engulfed in flames, and dragged under as if he was a cinder block. Tommy felt a string of pain for a few seconds then he felt nothing. Tubbo had tears streaming down his face as did Nikki. Dream was frozen in place and Technoblade held a blank face. Despite Techno's blank face his insides felt like they were being crushed with a truck. The nether got extremly silent except for the Ghasts and the constant cracking of the lava. Without saying a word Technoblade pulled a flower from his pocket, and threw it in the lava ocean. Phil took a shaky breath, knowing by the pervious screams that he only had 2 sons left.