#his specific tag that i have for him might be.........

[captainwidowspring]

More good points in the tags from Amarriageoftrueminds:

#interesting thing to think about#there's also the possibility that steve might not want tony to know about it even if steve didn't know it was bucky...#because it might make tony go into hyper-hydra-hunting mode#in a way which might end up hurting bucky while he's on-the-run/in-hiding#bucky's location being exposed immediately resulted in him being swatted#so steve might keep that specific piece of hydra intell on the dl#to protect bucky... even if steve didn't know it was TWS#another possibility:#tony has had access to shield's files and hydra's files for years#steve might assume tony already knows and is just not bringing it up because it's painful etc??

Personally, I think that last point is the reason that makes the most sense regarding why Steve never discussed Tony's parents' death with him. As I have also mentioned in my Civil War essay, there is seriously no reason why Tony should not already know the truth of what happened to his parents; it really seems like the only reason he didn't was so that the final battle could happen the way it did. But Steve figuring that Tony already knew, since he should have, was not an unreasonable assumption, and such a topic is not an easy or desirable thing to talk about: so Steve is not at fault for never having such a conversation.

As for the rest of the meta, I disagree with the statement that neither Steve nor Tony were completely right in the movie—Steve was in fact completely in the right, he literally didn't do anything wrong, and only the extremely biased framing prevents more people from seeing it— but the rest I largely agree with.

And I'd like to add another detail, that is very important to this whole situation, but which people seem to always forget: THE ZOLA SCENE HAPPENED BEFORE STEVE FOUND OUT THAT THE WINTER SOLDIER WAS BUCKY!!!

The sequence of events is that Steve and Natasha find Zola in the bunker, the bunker gets blown up, the two of them escape to Sam's house, and this subsequently leads to the highway fight where Steve unmasks Bucky and the truth is revealed. But at the time that Steve saw Zola's newspaper clippings, he was still unaware of The Winter Soldier's true identity. It is thus very possible that, in all the ensuing chaos, the finer details of Zola's revelations were pushed from his mind (if he even believed them to begin with, and didn't think it was just Zola manipulating them), and so he never connected the dots until it was thrown in his face.

And indeed, the video thing is something that bugs me too. Zemo literally frames Bucky with a video, but then later he presents a highly suspicious video that we're nonetheless supposed to assume is completely real? I guess the creative team just didn't want people questioning it because then Tony would look really bad for uncritically accepting it when Zemo literally straight-up told him that he wanted the Avengers to fight each other.

So yeah. There really is a mountain of plausible and understandable reasons that easily explain why Steve never told Tony about his parents, and why Steve might not have even known if the story they were presented with was true.

I'm about 8 years late with this but one thing in the Civil War dispute I have never seen anyone from either side point out (and I could just be completely wrong on this):

There is no indication Steve actually knew Bucky killed Tony's Parents

Steve knew it was Hydra because, and as far as I am aware ONLY because of Zola's little exposition scene in Winter Soldier where he shows a bunch of newspapers clippings of things Hydra is responsible for, including Howard and Maria Stark's death.

I repeat: things HYDRA is responsible for. So, yes, Cap knew Hydra killed the Starks, and knew Bucky was working for Hydra. That does not mean, because of that little exposition scene, Cap decided, 'oh yes, in the last 70 years Hydra has only had one man doing all their assassinations, so that must mean Bucky killed Howard and Maria.'

The thought it might have been him could have occurred to Steve, but either way, that would be a theory, and not something Steve has any reason to tell Tony.

For further proof, this exchange from Civil War straight after Tony & Steve watched the security footage:

Tony: "Did you know?"

Steve: "I didn't know it was him."

Tony: "Don't give me that shit, Rogers. Did you know?"

Steve: "...Yes."

To me at least, that 'yes' means Steve knew Hydra, as an organisation, killed Stark's parents, and he elected not to tell Tony, which he is shown to have found out in Winter Soldier so we know that. But his initial statement, "I didn't know it was him", we have no evidence wasn't entirely truthful.

(Whether Tony hears that 'yes' as 'yes I knew Bucky killed your parents' or 'yes I knew your parents death wasn't an accident/orchestrated by Hydra' is ...debatable, but either way I can't see any reason to believe Steve meant the latter, especially since he has already said he knew it wasn't Bucky specifically.)

Why didn't Steve tell Tony Hydra killed his parents?

I can think of a few reasons, whatever side of the Civil War divide you are you can probably come up with more:

1. Steve knew Zola was trying to distract Steve and Nat when he showed those newspapers, so was just trying to keep them engaged, and hinting there might be more to the death of an old friend and get Steve emotional would be a great way to do that. Steve might have suspected it was true, but with no actual evidence he didn't want to open Tony's old wounds.

2. The avengers were going after Hydra post-Winter Soldier, and Steve was worried about what Tony might do/how reckless he might be/didn't trust him enough to risk telling him the people they were targeting killed his parents.

3. It was more than 30 years in the past. If Steve didn't know it was Bucky, it would be likely the person who did it (or at least authorised it) was long dead or unfindable (again, 30 years cold case, no evidence except in a bunker in nowhere siberia that Zemo spent a year searching for when he knew exactly what he was trying to find), so there would be no justice to get, so it would be only hurting Tony for no reason.

But the point is there are a lot of reasons Steve wouldn't tell Tony (admittedly a lot aren't very good or wishful thinking, and Steve probably should have said something, but it is a common theme across the MCU that Steve doesn't always have as much faith in Tony as he should (and then sometimes Tony builds Ultron because he got scared and you can understand why Steve might not trust him when emotional), I'm not here to idolise either of them or say either were completely right in this movie, just point out one thing I see a lot of people complain about). A lot of those reasons don't hold if Steve knew that it was Bucky, and we will never know if Steve might have told him if he did, but you can't blame Steve for not telling Tony something he didn't know himself.

[fangdokja]

Your Idea of Flirting? A Box of Body Parts.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 622

♡ A/N. Yandere! Neurosurgeon stories have officially been subjected to my comedy shiz posts. Also, getting mindblocked in dead dove stuff, so have some shiz posts.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who prides himself on being stoic, composed, and borderline unshakable. Until you came along—chaotic, deranged, and so unabashedly you that he’s pretty sure you exist solely to spite the Hippocratic Oath.

It’s his birthday, but he didn’t tell you that. Why? Because he didn’t trust you not to make it weird.

And yet, here you are, standing at his doorstep with the kind of grin that makes his stomach churn. You’ve got a gift-wrapped box in your hands—wrinkled paper, suspicious stains on the edges—and the sort of twinkle in your eye that screams: I’ve done something illegal, but it was for you.

“Happy Birthday, Doctor!” you chirp, thrusting the box into his chest before he can shut the door in your face.

“How do you even know it’s my birthday?” he asks, his voice flat and skeptical.

You tap your temple knowingly. “Oh, I have my ways. Now open it!”

Against his better judgment, he does. The second he peels back the wrapping paper, the smell hits him—iron, formaldehyde, and something disturbingly organic.

“What the hell is—”

“It’s a brain!” you announce proudly, like a kid showing off a macaroni art project. “Actually, there are three brains. Plus a couple of spinal cords. And—oh, my favorite—a perfectly preserved vagus nerve! Took me forever to get that one out intact.”

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon stares at the contents of the box, his gloved hands frozen mid-air. A human brain, alright. Two, actually. The third looks like it might belong to a chimpanzee. Nestled alongside them are neatly coiled nerves, a few bloodied scalpels, and—What the hell, is that a severed hand?

“Where,” he begins slowly, voice tight with barely restrained horror, “did you get all of this?”

You blink innocently, as if the question is offensive. “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“This isn’t magic, this is felony-level desecration!” he snaps, stepping back as though the box might spontaneously combust.

“Oh, come on,” you pout, stepping into his space. “You’re always going on about how fascinating the brain is, how every nerve tells a story, blah blah blah. I thought this would make you happy!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself not to scream. “I’m not happy. I’m horrified. This is—this is insane.”

“You’re blushing, though,” you tease, leaning closer.

“I’m not blushing—”

“You are! You love it, don’t you? You’re secretly flattered!”

His lips press into a thin line. Is he mortified? Absolutely. Does a small, twisted part of him feel a twinge of pride that you’ve tailored your madness so specifically to his work? …Also yes.

“I should call the police,” he mutters, setting the box down on the nearest surface.

“You won’t,” you say smugly, plopping yourself onto his couch like you belong there.

“No, I won’t,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “God help me.”

“Happy Birthday, Doctor.”

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[obitez]

Jee's Favorite Uncle

For @bucktommywinterfest

Round 9: Painted nails/Uncle Tommy

Rating: G | Word Count: 1,313

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Fluff, Kidfic,

Full fic on AO3!

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Evan: So we might need a change of plans for Saturday night

Tommy read over the message again. Did he and Buck have plans for Saturday night? He didn’t remember anything specific, just a date, maybe at that new Greek place that had opened up, maybe on the couch for a movie. They hadn’t decided yet. 

They hadn’t decided yet, so how could their plans be changing already? 

Tommy: What do you mean?

Tommy watched as the three little dots indicating Buck was typing came up on the screen, then disappeared for a second, then reappeared, and finally the message came through. 

Evan: So Maddie and Chimney were pulled into this thing on Saturday night and asked if I could babysit Jee. I may have said yes before I realized what day they needed me for. 

Oh, Tommy thought, that made sense, a lot of sense. 

He smiled as he typed back. 

Tommy: That’s fine. 

Tommy: I can still join you two, right? 

Buck’s reply was near instantaneous. 

Evan: Of course! 😄

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Saturday afternoon brought Tommy hanging out at Buck’s loft, waiting for Maddie and Chimney to drop Jee off. 

“According to Chimney, Jee started a dinosaur phase last week,” Buck said as he was going through one of the storage cabinets below his TV, looking for the box of markers and crayons Jee had left there the last time she came over. 

“A dinosaur phase?” Tommy asked. “Does she know the different types?” 

Buck paused his search for the markers as he looked up in thought. “I don’t know,” he said. “Chimney didn’t mention much other than a dinosaur phase…” he hummed in thought then and turned to face Tommy where he stood in the kitchen. “Do you know the different types?” 

Tommy shrugged. “I did when I was her age,” he said. “Now… not really.” 

“When you were her age?” Buck asked, confused. 

“Are you saying you never went through a dinosaur phase?” Tommy asked. 

“... no.” 

It turned out that Buck didn’t actually need to go on a research binge of dinosaur types. Jee had come in carrying a book detailing all of them, and walked with it straight to where Tommy was standing on the other side of the kitchen. 

“Uncle Tommy!” she yelled as she ran over to him. 

All of the adults in the room did a double take. 

[babydollslibrary]

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

published: February 6th, 2023

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

not my gif

“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

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i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes:@y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes:@trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes:@y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte:@jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11:@jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras:@y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras:@griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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[swankyorange]

thanks for the tags @joelmillerisapunk & @almostempty ily

ROUND ONE

MARRY - javi g - i'm going to be courageous and brave and say mr. gutierrez might be my favourite p-boy because i'm a sensitive little soul that needs to be treasured and i know he'd treat me right

SMASH - dave york - even sensitive souls deserve to have their brains fucked out by a hitman, OKAY?

TERMINATE - pero tovar - listen, friend, you seem lovely. sorry about your luck

ROUND TWO

MARRY - marcus m - perhaps this is a controversial pick but hear me out! i'm a mom, he's a dad. we could raise our powerless children together while he uses his powers of metal or whatever (already forget everything about this movie) to get me a seltzer from the fridge. perhaps we can swing with steve murphy miracle guy? there's something there, friends

SMASH - oberyn - i mean, this is the dream for any bisexual

TERMINATE - ezra - this was hard because i love ezra very much but i feel he'd yap my ear off in a way that would drive me nuts after a while

ROUND THREE

MARRY - din djarin - i tell my son that grogu is his brother so din might as well make an honest woman out of me

SMASH - agent whiskey - the line halle berry says about jack not satisfying ladies is not canon to me!

TERMINATE - tim rockford - you won't catch me at the farm rolling around with a pig!!!! forget i said that when we get to javi p

ROUND FOUR

MARRY - dieter bravo - does he have a drug problem? sure. but i could fix him! we'd have a beautiful home in sherman oaks with 2 kids and a pomeranian

SMASH - javi p - i mean... look at the material

TERMINATE - lucien - this is strictly because i haven't seen the uninvited and for no other reason! please let me see the uninvited!

ROUND FIVE - fucking impossible, this one specifically was torture

MARRY - joel miller - we would have the most lovely blended family. sarah would babysit so we could go on date nights. he'd renovate the bathroom so i have more space for my makeup. sarah and i would give each other manicures and we'd eventually pressure him into getting one and he'd begrudgingly admit to enjoying it and then we'd all go on a spa day together. idk i haven't given it much thought

SMASH - frankie morales - i know the pek title is a fandom thing but i would be willing to find out if it's true 🫡

TERMINATE - marcus acacius - this pains me on a very deep level but he's very happy with his wife and i couldn't come between that unless i am reading fiction then all bets are off baby, sorry lucy

tagging: my delusions oh wait there all very clearly displayed here

Comment who you’d choose from each round 👀🥵

[noblesandsstories]

Venomous Ties

Chapter 1- Did it's people want too much too?

Alpha Albert Wesker x AFAB!Reader

-> ANGST; Omegaverse; I don’t know how old Wesker is in the games, but I’m assuming old enough for this to be labeled “Older Man, Younger Woman”; Age gap; Domestic abuse; Allusions to physical abuse; This get’s dark, especially these first two chapters; Suicidal ideation/thoughts; Toxic, controlling, and abusive stepfather; Neglectful mother; the whole nine yards; Some canon has been manipulated, but it's meant to work with the lore I know about.

AN: Goodness gracious. I haven't edited this, it's barely proofread. This is such an odd project for me to feel passionate about, but nonetheless I do. PLEASE adhere to the tags. This fic starts dark and it gets darker. Take care of yourselves my friends. The world is very cold right now.

Title is from "Nobody" by Mitski

Border made by @sweetmelodygraphics

You opened the door only wide enough to let you slip inside. You were early to the meeting and were not surprised to see only two people there. Both were blond, one being slightly shorter. His coat was a bit more rumpled, and his hair was shaggier. The taller one wore sunglasses, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and his coat was perfectly straightening and clean. They turned to look at you, their faces dropping into scowls.

Better get this over with.

“I’m here to write notes of the meeting for Dr. Edington.” You move towards one of the seats in the back. No point in sitting front and center.

“Why can’t he be here himself? He’s rather needed for this,” the one without glasses snipped.

They had every right to be upset, mad even. Bruno had been the main reason this meeting was called and now he sends some random person in to just take notes on his behalf. You’d be pissed too. But you can’t say that.

“I’m sorry, sir. He didn’t tell me where he went, just to take notes.” At this you sat down, opening your notebook to the next clear page.

“He left?” The man’s voice was almost shrill. You could feel the heat of the other man’s gaze through his glasses. It was time to prepare for the worst.

“Yes, sir.”

The man next to him finally spoke. “We can’t let just anyone sit in.”

“I understand.” You flipped your notebook closed. You’d probably get kicked out, then you could figure your way back to Bruno’s office. He was the one who was going to have to answer for this. No skin off your back. Maybe a bruise on the arm, but not much more. “I apologize that there’s not more I can tell you.”

You look up to find that the man with the sunglasses standing above you. He was possibly the most intimidating person you’ve ever seen. Tall and bulky, but able to move silently with a face and voice that gave away nothing of how he was feeling.

“Identify yourself.”

You give him your first name, not knowing if Bruno would appreciate telling them your last. “Dr. Edington keeps me as a record keeper of sorts. I organize his files, transcribe his notes during his lab sessions, and other tasks like that if needed.”

He put a packet in front of you on the table.

“Then perhaps you can answer the questions we have pertaining to this. Specifically, why it’s written in gibberish?”

You look down and with a few words knew exactly what the problem was. You flip it over to read the code on the back to confirm your suspicions.

“It seems he gave you the coded report.”

“Coded?”

“Yes, sir. I write the notes for the lab session, he writes it in official terms and in code, and when he needs to send a lab report out, I translate it back.” You flip open the notebook again, beginning to go through word by word.

“Do you know it off the top of your head?”

“Yes sir, most of it. Since it’s a shorter one, I can probably get what I can done in 30 minutes.”

One singular eyebrow raised at your statement. “If you can’t complete all of it?”

“It’s a book code, sir. I can go back to the office and pick out what I don’t recall. That might take slightly longer but not by much.”

He only gave a slight tilt of the head in response, standing quietly above you. The other man spoke up.

“This is highly classified information that we are just handing to a random woman, we can’t just give it to her.”

“Edington has already been giving her plenty to work with and she saves us one conversation with him.”

There was more silence as the men hovered, until another person in a lab coat walked in, a few more behind them. The man in the sunglasses turned to them. “This meeting is cancelled for today. Continue your projects as normal and we will get back to you for rescheduling.” The others didn’t hesitate before leaving, not glancing past the man in the sunglasses once. He turned back to you.

“I’ll be by Edington’s office in an hour and a half to collect that report. Be expecting me.”

You grabbed everything off the table and stood. “Of course, sir, I’ll have it done.” You gave a quick nod and “Have a good afternoon” to the other man before slipping out the door.

It didn’t take you as long to get back to Bruno’s office. He was still gone, though he would probably be gone for a while.

You mulled over what candle you wanted to use as you pulled out the books for the code, deciding on a weaker clean scent. Faint enough that, hopefully, by the time the man with the glasses arrived the smell would be gone, but enough to get rid of the sterile smell of the environment. On some level, you understood the need for a lab full of serious science projects to not stink of the various smells that people exude, especially to avoid hormonal nonsense. But it still was harsh on the nose, and you weren’t an official employee anyways. You could feign innocence, and hope that they wouldn’t be too harsh. Or would at least make whatever they did to punish people around here quick.

You got it done easily, with nearly an hour to spare. You blew out the candle and turned on the fan, before picking up the book you were working on. It was a book covering the of basics of virology that Bruno kept. It was dull but kept interest while you waited for…. Anything.

Bruno to return, probably mad at something. That man from this morning, picking up the translated copy. Your mom, whisking you to a new city. As if.

The door opened. It was the second option, as the man walked in. You glanced at the clock on the wall. Early by 40 minutes.

“Enjoying yourself?” He hums, walking into the office.

“Taking in the quiet,” you say, putting the book down and moving over to the desk. “If I may, what’s your name?”

He stilled, before answering “Wesker.”

“Spelt how it sounds?”

He nodded, and you wrote down “Wesker Copy” on the back of the notes.

“Could you not type and print it?”

“I don’t have access to the system, and I don’t know where the printer room is, apologies.”

He takes it, flipping through the pages. “This will work for now. Tell your stepfather-”

You felt like your head was shoved underwater, white noise draining out the rest of his words. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Pardon?”

“He… he doesn’t like it when people call him that.”

A beat of silence went by. Then he slowly replied, “Understood.”

“Sorry, didn’t meant to take up your time. I’m sure you have work to get back to.”

“I do indeed. I’ll be seeing you.”

You really hoped not but kept that to yourself. “Have a good day, sir.”

He lingered for just a moment before slipping out the door.

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Bruno wasn’t happy when he appeared later. He barely said anything except that you were leaving when he entered the office and was mute in the car. Didn’t ask about how the meeting went or what his coworkers said. He didn’t even take the time to list all of the reasons you shouldn’t have been born. Just silent. It honestly wasn’t that bad, except the sour smell of his fury permeated the air. Like the quiet before a volcan erupts.

And erupt it did.

The lamp got it as he sent it flying across the living room when you walked in. Your mom, who seemed like she was going to greet you at the door, vacated the premises promptly. You don’t blame her. You would too if you could. Unfortunately, mercy died long ago.

“What the hell did you say to him, you little snake?” He growled.

The back of your mind tingled, warning you to flee, but you knew better. Running from predators never worked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, keeping your voice neutral and calm. “He asked about the file you sent him, I told him you must have accidentally sent a coded one, and translated it for him as he asked.”

“Bullshit,” he barked. “I met Wesker in the hallway on my way back and now I have him up my ass about irresponsibility and not doing my damn job. So, what. Did. You. Say?”

“I told you, nothing more than that.” You knew your plea was useless, you knew. But silence was worse.

“I’m the alpha of this household, you are to cater to me. And if you think after today, you’ll be fed and cared for, think again. Go to your room and stay there. I’ll tell you when you can leave.”

It’s a more favorable punishment. You don’t argue, don’t whimper, don’t cry. You slink away, briefly meeting your mom’s gaze from where she stands at the kitchen door before she looks down and turns back to whatever she was cooking. And you return to your march to your exile.

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The next few days went as they usually do. Taking your pills in the morning to the sound of Bruno yelling at your mom about breakfast or the state of the house or simply because he was mad.

He dragged you to his job, made you do a bunch of work you’re pretty sure was his responsibility anyways, and kept to the status quo. Until you pissed him off royally.

You thought you had written all the data down correctly during one of his lab sessions. Turns out you missed something, because he was furious. Going on about how your mistake cost him reputation with a coworker and so on and so forth. He was never clear when he yelled about something, and it used to frustrate you to no end. (Now it’s normal. And for some reason that thought stings.)

He stormed out around 3 in the afternoon.

Now it was 7 at night and the building was empty.

This isn’t new. He’s done this once before. That time you walked the 5 hour walk back only to find the doors locked and no one up, resulting in you sneaking into the backyard and sleeping in one of the lawn chairs.

This time you decided to cut your losses and stay in the labs. If you were going to sleep somewhere uncomfortable, you’ll save yourself the walk and stay where there is heating.

You made your way to the break room cautiously, hoping not to set off any form of security. Though now that you think about it, at least in jail they feed you. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up to the door, noticing the lights on. There was the smell of something in the air, though you couldn’t put your finger on it. You opened the door as silently as possible, poking your head in…

To find Wesker staring at you.

“Now what are you doing here this late?” He sounded almost amused at seeing you. “Have you decided to make a hole here, little mouse?”

“My ride forgot me,” you tried to add a lighthearted flare to your words to keep the mood light, taking in the room. It was empty except for you and Wesker who was eating, what you assume, leftovers out of a container. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, instead just the usual button up and pants number that most of the people around here wore, though he lacked a tie.

One eyebrow raised at your answer. “Do you not have a way home?”

“I’ll live.” You began to rummage around the cabinets hoping for anything that could help through the night.

“You’re not convincing me.” He came up behind you, reaching up, opening the upper cabinet, and pulling out something, and putting a bar in your hand. “Can’t have the cornerstone of Edington’s work starving, now, can we?”

“I’m not doing that much. He does research, I write down what he tells me to.” It took some prying to open the package.

“Most of this job is writing things down.” His face remains neutral, almost impossible to read. It’s a struggle trying to decide if it’s terrifying or not. “If he can’t do that without assistance, he needs to consider other careers.”

“Probably an understatement,” you mumble, not paying attention, just biting into the bar. Was it the best thing you’ve ever eaten? No. But it was edible and that was good enough.

“What makes you say that?”

You froze. It felt like you were a deer on the other side of a hunter’s rifle. One wrong move and it was all over. Sure, Wesker seemed like he held as much disdain for Bruno that you did, but if word got back to him, it was a world of misery for you.

The room was silent for a few minutes before he just hummed, “Interesting.”

“What?” you croaked.

“Don’t worry about it. What’s your education level?”

You hesitated. “Graduated Raccoon City High a few years ago.”

“College?”

“I want to go, but Bruno won’t have it. Says it’ll be a waste of money.”

“Yet you do a majority of his work?”

This whole conversation felt like a trap. You look away and focus on the bar, eating it as slow as possible, hoping to buy some time. And wishing you had something to drink. Maybe the fridge has some waters stocked? They’re not for you though.

They’re for the people doing important things with their lives. People with homes. Maybe pets. Probably loving family and friends who’s lives haven’t been so fucked up that they might as well be… dead. No one would notice you missing. No one would care or weep. Sure, your mom might tear up, but if anything, your dead might cause Bruno to chill out.

Fingers snapping in front of your face brings you back to the room, a bottle of water now sitting in front of you.

“There you are, I thought I lost you,” he hums.

Your cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I think I’m just a bit tired. I’ll take this and go back to Bruno’s office.”

“Last I recall, he doesn’t own a couch or anything of that nature.”

“There’s an armchair, I’ve napped in it a few times.”

He shakes his head. “This lab is connected to a manor with plenty of rooms to spare, I’ll escort you to one.”

“There’s no need, I’m sure they’re for something important.”

He huffs a laugh while grabbing his coat. “Hardly, it remains mostly empty, unless Spencer has guests to attend to.”

“Will he not-”

“He’s away and leaves me to look after it. Any mess you leave behind the maids will tend to.” He stood expectantly by the door. You got the hint, grabbing the bottle of water.

You thought the lab was one of the most confusing places you had ever gone through, but after a minute or two of walking through the mansion you quicky changed your mind. Between the winding halls and the turns and staircases, by the time he opened the door to a room, you were convinced you’d never get out.

You stepped in to one of the most lavish and ornate rooms you had ever seen. A large four poster bed sat in the middle of the room, a giant elegant wardrobe to the side, and a desk up by a window. There was a door off to the side.

“That leads to the en suite bathroom. Anything else?”

“Do you have a list of directions out?”

He laughed. It was weird, this man who hardly showed any emotion laughing so suddenly. It was almost off putting. But it was the first laugh you had heard in a long time, and something made it feel special.

“I’ll get you in the morning. I’m sure there will be things to talk about.”

Not foreboding at all.

“Goodnight, Doctor Wesker.”

“Goodnight my dear.”

[skyrim-forever]

Sujamma Sundas

Thank you @sulphuricgrin for the tag and lovely, eerie scene <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @changelingsandothernonsense @scholarlyhermit

[This week Sujamma has been brushing up on his literacy. It's hard being a humble Nix-Hound. Reading doesn't come naturally to him, but he's doing his best! This week Sujamma is hoping you will help him learn to read!

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I've decided to share this scene from Chapter 3 of my AU fic These are no times for people like us aka my angsty AU about what if their son grew up without a father. This scene is after an argument between Theodora and her son as he's come home to find a certain mer a bit too close to his mother and Ondolemar is taking what might be the one opportunity he has.

There’s nowhere for Arthano to go, nowhere other than out into the darkness. Howling rain and wind, the waves aggressive from sound alone as the night hides them. So he doesn’t go anywhere, choosing instead to kick at the sand in a feeble attempt to take out the anger. Though the dents he makes are unsatisfying, still so much emotion in him, the young man collapses along the shoreline letting the tears fall in the comfort of the night. The rain added extra deniability if anyone were to see him. The sound of footsteps behind him, not hearing them until they are too close, proves someone is here. 

“Go away Mother, I’ve heard enough from you. You like keeping secrets so keep your thoughts a secret as well.”

“You should not speak to your mother like that.” Him. In spite of the rain, the match inside him is lit again, so is the flames spell he readies as he stands up. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are you fucking piece of shit?” 

“The object of your ire.” What? Again, confusion washes over him. “You are angry at your mother for keeping what I am a secret, you are angry that she would associate with me at all. Further, you are angry at the Thalmor for how your life specifically has been affected, in all of those I am the common denominator. Your ire is with me, not your mother. Keep it focused on me.” Feeling the fire at his fingertips, Arthano agrees. 

“You’re right, you are the problem.”

Magical ability was innate to Altmer, the only thing Arthano really appreciated about that part of him. Where others struggled with the practicals, it came naturally for him. His old mentor Voranil had taught him a lot about conjuration, even more of enchanting which had been his specialty. An old friend of his mother’s Teldryn Sero taught him destruction when the Altmer he looked to as a father revealed his true colours. That had been easy too. All manners of fire and lighting he could make; it felt powerful to do such a thing, being on the receiving end much less so. As he pulls his arm back with the intent to rid himself the problem, the other simply grabs his wrist and lightly twists. Not causing any pain but making the flames dissipate to the younger’s shock.

“What did you-”

“Have you killed anyone?” 

“No…” But you have . 

“Then I wouldn’t recommend picking it up now.” He removes his hand. “If nothing else, be better than myself in that regard.” 

“I am better than you.” 

“Of course you are, already leagues braver than I was at your age. Though I wanted to kill my father, I never put any plans into action; you, however, saw the moment and seized it. Quick thinking, smart.”

It would seem much of what his mother told him was true about the mer in front of him. 

“Your paternal grandfather was not good to his family, he lied, gambled, stole, cheated, had no morality. Your father spent his whole life trying to escape his legacy, replace it with his own.” Maybe they could share this one thing in common, aside from the obvious of their appearance, hatred of their fathers. Now, they could even share the desire to escape their legacy. But it is odd, everything about him was odd, that he commends him for trying to burn him to a crisp, the fact that wouldn’t work due to the heavy downpour doesn’t matter. An attempt on his life was just made and he was… proud of him? Was that what it was? And why does the thought of it ease the weight of the earlier revelation? 

[kurtmustdie]

i have a lot of unorganized miguel headcanons that float around my brain at times but since i usually think of them at night and forget about them the next morning im just going to continuously update this post probably? anyway here are the ones that i do remember

i will either leave this in my drafts and update it when i want to or ill just edit/reblog with new stuff idk

edit after i stopped typing:

ok its time

fuck you

posts

identity headcanons first, because idk getting those out of the way feel free to get pissed off about these ill just block you 💖

trans man. he/him pronouns. probbably doesnt care if you use gender neutral terms for him because like... why would he, he has a multiverse to stare at

asexual, can't really figure out of i see him as being aromantic as well, i personally just think he's too busy to think about it atm but i dont think hes incapable of it. maybe arospec, like demiro or greyro or smth idk, i just know this mf is asexual.

he is autistic (and probably undiagnosed?) i will die on this hill as if i was a warrior cat defending the sunningrocks i will commit an oakheart fight me on this and i will throw rocks at you and then promptly get crushed by rocks as well (is that warrior cats spoilers um oops sorry)

now to the rest- that i remember- i have not read the comics yet so if some of these are like.. actually canon lmk because that would be really funny

this one might be a hot take but he does not hate miles. he wants to look out for him and definitely either currently regrets or is going to regret what happened in that chase scene. i genuinely doubt he hates any of the spider-gang hes just very, very worried about the multiverse. in his head thats the only way. (i am hoping and pleading that miguel and miles make up somehow, maybe miles doesnt forgive miguel and that totally understandable and would make sense but pLEASE writers i would die if you kept them as being rivals i genuinely would)

he hates Audrey Hepburn, fangoria, harry houdini, AND croquet. he CAN swim, he CAN dance, and he DOES know Karate. he still wont make it though. sorry man.

since hes from the future i dont think he'd be terribly confused by current slang/terms, hed more look at it like we see terms from like... the 80-90s or anything before that as "oh wow people used to say that? huh. interesting."

im going back on a headcanon ive had since i saw the movie im SoRRYYY but he cant curse. from what ive seen from the comics he uses replacements like "shock" and "bithead", thats it. maybe he says fuck on accident or in spanish (he technically kind of does depending on how you see "Ay Coño" being said but thats beside the point).

probably a blue eyes hater idk he just gives me the vibe of saying "jesus christ your eyes are way too blue, get contacts please im begging you stop looking at me" which is probably why him and gwen have so much beef.

i dont give a shit about what the movie says his fangs are not retractable fuck you. (he still has crooked teeth though i will never forget about those <3 )

autism be damned my guy can work a grill 🔥🔥🔥🔥

a lot of people cant really tell if hes pissed or not by his tone sometimes. is this projection? yeah, next question.

he hardly ever sleeps but when he does its like hes dead (at least when its dead quiet, which again, isnt often so he hardly ever gets a good nights sleep). you'd have to use a fucking blowtorch to the face to wake him up.

i also see him as not only having hypersensitive vision but also having elevated senses period. hearing, smell, touch, etc. probably the main reason he sits in the dark with no other noise.

branching off of that he frequently gets migraines of things get to stressful or too loud or if anything is very off about his schedule.

arachnophobe. ha.

cat person.

cat person as in he likes cats not like hes a catboy.. i shouldnt specify that actually that just makes it worse but i will anyway because tumblr hellsite will be tumblr hellsite

he partially likes lego peter because his daughter really liked lego.

ok but like think about it he'd probably be really good at taking legos apart with those claws. like imagine. it'd be nothing for him.

hasnt spoken to gabriel in years. he cant bring himself to reach out and when gabriel does he just doesnt have the energy to try and respond. he has no idea how to, especially now.

this is very specific but he stims a lot with his claws. like extend and retract over and over absentmindedly (mainly because thats what i'd do if i had claws imagine how fun that would be)

he usually bottles up all the emotions that he has, including anger. kind of explains why he lost it in the chase scene in my head because he reached a boiling point. he hates talking to people about his problems.

empanadas are his safe food, also theyre just easy to eat when your mouth is a little funky (i would know i have some fucked up braces theyre great for that 10/10), its mostly just easier on his fangs.

definitely horrible at the whole self are thing. he just forgets, all the time. would forget to breathe if it wasnt involuntary

if you say anything he doesnt particularly like (eg "hey bro are you okay do you wanna talk") he'll just stare at you with his rat eyes like 👁️👁️ until you stopped idk what im saying.

he is a bit touch starved, depending on his mood he'll let people touch him in a friendly (emphasis on friendly. friendly friendly friendly dont take it any other way :/) way.

OH I almost forgot about this one: he hisses. some spiders hiss. so does he. vampire furry energy

he also gets pissed when people call him a vampire so uh... im counting my days oops.

will go out and sit in the rain. (wait would it still rain in the future? is the climate still fucked in his timeline or nah)

like "ah, its water time" and goes out to sit like this:

Man if only there was a rain filter

that is all i have for now maybe if something else comes up ill reblog with new stuff >:)

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[krysmcscience]

I will be the first to admit I'm not the best at drawing animal or furry characters, but I wanted to get something scribbled down in my Non-Goof style, anyway. Plus, I've been enjoying the many reference pages folks were posting of their own designs for the Lamb and Narinder, so, uh. Here's mine, I guess! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do not comment on how long narinder's tail is or i swear to the lamb i will make it even longer next time >:]

[razmerry]

can the mediator of vengeanceclan really fall in love with a kittypet?...

[ave-immaculata]

fellas we're once again wrestling with imperfect vs. perfect contrition and why imperfect contrition with a firm resolution to not sin again and promptly receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation doesn't save

[the-meme-monarch]

just finished birth by sleep and feeling very normal about sora and all the guys having to do with him. feeling incredibly normal about how ventus and roxas have the same hair style and voice actor. and vanitas and sora

(based on this song, but inspired by this video !! here’s an english cover that I like also) base image under tha cut