#i also extremely prefer to be told what to do and directed by someone else

[evansbby]

I think that he has spent so many years playing Steve/Cap that he’s not going to put up with bullshit. He’s also in his 40s, he’s going to tell you what to do and you’re going to do it or be punished for not doing it. He’ll give you a warning, but you keep it up and he’s going to show you who is in charge. He’s also a self professed control freak.

He can literally control me as much as he wants

[cloudiewrites]

hey I saw you write for Tom Riddle and I was wondering if I can request dating headcanons with Hufflepuff!reader? :)

Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!reader Dating Headcanons

Author's Note: I love the idea of Tom Riddle with someone from Hufflepuff! I always imagined him someone kind and soft, and I had so much fun writing this! Thank you for your request! <3

As a prefect, Tom knew the name, blood status, and basic background knowledge of every student in Hogwarts. While he never really used that information, he liked to have a certain advantage over anyone else.

So when he was paired with you for one of your Potions projects, he already knew what to expect: a bubbly Hufflepuff, the same year as him, half-blood, and from what he has noticed, not outstanding academic performance.

At first, Tom was not thrilled by the fact he was paired with you. Sure, you were pretty decent in potions, but he much preferred being paired with someone from his own house.

During the first 10 minutes of your lesson he has managed to keep a polite and calm façade which quickly crumbled once he gave you an instruction, which you refused to follow.

"Excuse me?", he quirked his eyebrow at you, "What do you mean "no"?" You simply lifted your shoulders, "I think you are wrong. We add the Bat Spleens at the end."

Of course, Tom was right and you blushed in embarrassment once the professor came to examine your work and pointed out this mistake. Surprisingly, Tom did not say anything, simply turning around to put all the ingredients you have used away.

While Tom hoped this was going to be the last time he had to interact with you, let alone work together, you had different plans. Feeling bad about your behavior, you decided you were going to make it up to him.

You started to volunteer to be his partner in every single class you shared together. Tom found this extremely irritating at first, but his feelings started to change once he saw how dedicated you were to the projects.

Within two weeks, you quickly became the second-best student in all your shred classes. He was never going to admit this, but he was impressed.

Naturally you started to talk more. First, it was always about the work in class. This turned to casual chats every now and then about the weather or the latest events happening at Hogwarts. Soon after these talks turned into sharing more personal stuff about your background, your home, and your childhood.

Tom was way more reserved than you with sharing information about himself, but he was a surprisingly good listener when it came to you talking about your likes, dislikes, and occasionally the latest gossip your friends have told you.

Unaware of his slowly forming attachment towards you, Tom started to seek more excuses to spend time with you. He went to the library at the same time as you and always sat at the same table too. You also started to share lunches in the backyard from time to time, as well as practice spells near the lake between classes.

While you were not in any way hiding the fact you've spent time with Tom outside the classroom, you were not keen on announcing it to your friends... yet. Tom Riddle did have a reputation as a strict prefect, who has deducted way more points from your housemates than they consider fair. They did try to avoid him when possible and often changed the direction they were walking once they spotted him in the corridor.

That's why you almost fainted that one morning when Tom came to you during breakfast, inviting you to accompany him to Hogsmeade because he needed to buy some more school supplies. He has never approached you at your table before.

He was as calm as ever while waiting for your reply, his expression serious and his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were focused on your blushing form, completely ignoring the obvious stares from your housemates. Once you said a shy "yes" he nodded in acknowledgment, before turning around and walking back to the Slytherin's table.

While you did go to different shops to buy more supplies for your classes, you also went to grab something to eat and you couldn't help but think that the purpose of this trip was actually to take you out on a date.

During the whole time he was in his usual state of being extra polite and reserved, but he did open a little bit more to you, sharing some stories from his own childhood, as well as his plans to become a minister of Magic in the future. (obviously, he did save you the details of some other, darker plans he had)

Tom could not explain it, but spending time brought a weird feeling of comfort to him. It was almost as if his always racing thoughts calmed for a bit and let him relax. He felt safe and for the first time, he was present here and now... no thoughts about the future, about Dumbledore, or about his ambitions... it was just you and him.

Knowing he was conceived from a love potion, he knew this could not be love. So in the beginning he justified his interest in you as an interest in your potential. You were a good witch and when you focused your full attention on a task, you performed more than extraordinary.

He justified his closeness to you the same way in front of his friends once they decided to enquire why he spends so much time with you. However, he quickly shut them up once they raised the proposal that if you are really that skilled, you should join their little group focused on getting rid of every muggle witch and wizard (or at least making their life miserable). Not knowing you are a half-blood, they were surprised at how quickly Tom's aura shifted when he heard this.

"I do not want to hear such a pathetic proposal from any of you ever again. Am I clear?"

Tom never felt scared, but thinking about the mere possibility of exposing you to his darkest parts and ambitions absolutely terrified him. What would you think? Would you stop talking to him? He could not risk that.

He never officially asked you to be together, it just happened. You were on one of your study sessions near the lake when you looked up to him and suddenly the question you were about to ask him got stuck in your throat. Maybe it was the reflection of the sunlight in his dark curls or the curious look he gave you once you called his name, but something made your body move closer and your lips pressed against his.

That took him by surprise and his eyes widened, his whole body staying still. Thinking you overstepped your boundaries you pulled away about to apologize, when his hand wrapped behind your neck and pulled you back.

From this day you became a couple, despite not establishing it officially. However, it soon became pretty clear to everyone you were together, once he started to land kisses on your hand every time he greeted you and wrapped a protective hand around your waist every time some of his Slytherin friends decided to approach you.

While in public you two do keep some distance from each other, in private he slowly warms up to the idea of your touches. Small touches on the hand, kisses, you holding him in your arms... He would never voice it, but he is addicted to your touches. Never has he felt so... happy.

He never has been in a relationship or had any type of intimate contact with a female before, so he will be a little bit stiff and awkward in the beginning. Luckily for you, however, he is a very fast learner and would take note of everything that makes you smile or feel good.

He is jealous. Not the obvious type, as he will never say anything to you, but any male approaching you would definitely be seen as a potential threat with which he has to deal promptly.

Tom would be extra careful with his side activities involving dark magic and do everything in his power to keep you away from finding out. In his mind you were so pure and gentle, there was no way he would allow you to get involved in something like this.

He would still work on his goals of becoming stronger and achieving immortality. Despite him developing strong feelings towards you, he could not just throw his life dreams away. In his mind, it was perfectly reasonable to have you AND power.

All I can say is enjoy these years in Hogwarts... they would probably be the happiest ones in your relationship.

CC artwork: Nasan Hardcastle

[eowynstwin]

Ayo... you by chance got any Ghost headcannons?

BOY DO I. Here’s what I want to talk about though:

I don’t think Ghost resembles the frankly weird, ultra-dom sex god that fandom has made him out to be. Man wears a mask, self-reportedly, even to sleep. That is LITERALLY the most repressed thing I can think of outside of the church itself.

That’s not to say I don’t think he’s great in bed, but it’s for different reasons that apply also to his overarching character. I think the Ghost persona allows him to be Simon without actually being Simon. The mask allows Ghost to trick himself, to say, “Simon Riley is dead and I am his Ghost” in order to deal with the cognitive dissonance he has of living with extreme trauma.

Soooo, Ghost is more expressive, more himself, really, with the mask on. He can do things as Ghost that Simon Riley just would not have the strength to do anymore. He can connect with his teammates, spend time doing things he enjoys, and yes, he can have and enjoy sex.

While I don’t prefer to rely on actors’ interpretations of the characters they played, I do agree with Samuel Roukin on this—Ghost doesn’t date. Dating is a game for people who are alive. Simon is not. Ghost is “not.”

When Ghost wants to get laid, he follows the age old tradition of picking someone up when he’s gone out for drinks. He’s not opposed to having sex with coworkers, I think, but what happens in the bedroom holds absolutely no bearing on his professional relationships with them.

Boundaries on the whole are sharp and immutable—don’t ask him about work. Don’t ask him about his past. He’s not there for you to get to know him. Follow those rules? He’ll do anything you want.

Mostly though, he fucks you like he wants your body to be unable to forget his. Ghost, for all his insistence to keep things casual, still longs for human connection. He has a hunger for people, for intimacy, born naturally out of an incredible lack of it. So if you do get him into bed, it will feel like Ghost is desperate for you, has wanted you for longer than he’s even known you.

Also, if you follow his rules, he’ll usually come back to fuck you again. Ghost doesn’t want anonymous, doesn’t want someone new every time. Knowing you, knowing your body, knowing what you can do together, is a part of the act that stems the tide of his loneliness. He is very perceptive, and enjoys making a mental catalogue of the things that wreck you. The only thing he enjoys just as much is when you show that you know, too, how to wreck him. It is a deep, ineffable satisfaction, having sex as a vehicle for knowing and being known.

He will overindulge—in his opinion. Ghost always thinks he’s talked to someone too much, spent too much time with someone, fucked someone for too long. It’s a byproduct of trauma borne of a difficult family life. Building something real with someone else represents a massive risk that has only proven detrimental to Ghost in the past—to Simon.

If he catches feelings, his instinct is to sprint in the other direction. He will withdraw, become hard to get into contact with. It is never out of cruelty on his part, and if you do manage to get ahold of him, he won’t snarl at you like his father snarled at him, snarled at his mother. But if you pressure him, demand his time, push him for what he has explicitly told you he will not give, then he will pull out the explanation that always works for him: “You know what this was.”

If you don’t pressure him though—if, when you get ahold of him, you just tell him that you’d like to see him again? That he’s always welcome? Ghost is drawn like a moth to a fucking flame. He’ll hate himself for it, for needing you, for being stupid enough to want you, but he won’t be able to help it. And he won’t stop himself, either.

Give Ghost time, and he will become your shadow. You will never need to look very hard to find him. You will never need to worry about being alone. There is nothing, when he is yours, that will keep him from coming back to you.

[devoted-domme]

How did you know your into being dominant ? Anything particular you like in a sub ?

So, this became a bit longer than I had anticipated, so my reply to both questions will be under a cut!

For your first question: Honestly, I think I have known from a very young age, even before puberty. 

I’ve always felt drawn to stories about deep, meaningful relationships based on some sort of power imbalance and extreme devotion, like servants and knights who would do anything for their master or king. Basically, any character who was naturally submissive towards an authority figure and who was deeply devoted to them.

Scenes in which someone knelt in front of their master were my favourites and I’d re-read them over and over again. It wasn’t sexually motivated since I was too young for that, and yet something about these types of scenes always made my heart race. 

Then during puberty, I discovered that I was attracted to both men and women but I don’t enjoy being penetrated and never liked the expectations that society held for women in straight relationships. I never wanted to be the object of someone’s desires, I wanted to be the active party who has agency and be the person who leads and initiates. I never liked the thought of me lying there and having someone else shower me with affection, I wanted to be the person in control and do these things to someone else and make sure they feel good. 

Because of this, I thought I was fully lesbian for a long time, even though I do find men attractive. But I never thought it would be possible to be a man without all of the associated gender roles and the way straight sex was framed in general was such a turn-off, with the language people use and all the gendered expectations. 

I only ever dated women because it was easier to escape those expectations and easier to explain what being a stone top means. I never believed men would be interested in getting penetrated and being submissive so I stuck to female partners who enjoyed it.

And of course, I’m not saying you can’t be dominant and enjoy being penetrated, it’s just something that I personally don’t want and it’s really hard to escape that expectation if you try dating in straight circles. 

Seeking out online spaces for femdom (and in particular, Tumblr as it tends to be less focused on straight relationships and rigid gender roles, in general) really helped me strengthen my own understanding of my sexuality. 

Now, onto your second question: 

Truthfully, I am very picky when it comes to choosing a sub since I’m not really interested in just casual play so my sub would also be my romantic partner (I’m not talking about answering a spicy ask/message here and there, I’m very open to that, just anything beyond that is purely reserved for my romantic partner). 

Generally, I would be looking for a “naturally submissive” sub, not just someone who is into it as a kink. That doesn’t mean I’m looking for a 24/7 type of deal at all, I just mean that I want a sub who is just that – submissive. They want me to actually be in charge in the bedroom and are happy to do what I want to do instead of only wanting a “kink dispenser” who caters to their every wish. 

It’s a bit ironic, considering that my preferred domming style is very focused on the sub and their pleasure but at the same time I don’t want to be told what to do. It’s fine to give suggestions, they should absolutely have kinks they love and firm limits they don’t want to cross but it gets annoying when I feel like they want to “direct” the scene.

It’s also very important to me that my sub sees me as an actual real-life human being who is flawed, just like everyone else. I’m not some mysterious goddess who is always “on” and in domme mode 24/7. I’m often quite dorky and awkward and they need to be able to understand that and understand that real life isn’t fantasy and people don’t behave like they do in whatever pornography they have seen or erotica they have read. 

I need to get the impression that I actually matter to them as a person, beyond the utility I can offer to them (and of course, I will do them the same courtesy!). 

Needless to say, the same things apply here as in any other relationship: good communication, the willingness to listen and speak up if there are problems, mutual respect (especially with regards to boundaries) and trust, willingness to compromise, a strong sense of self and independence, loyalty, empathy, dependability, an overall emotional connection and so on. 

(And of course, what I have listed here are things that I would also strive to give back in return in a relationship!)

Naturally, we should also have compatible kinks and a similar idea of what our D/s dynamic should look like and my sub should have a strong idea of their limits (saying they have “no limits” is a red flag, for sure!). I need to be able to trust them to actually use their safeword if they need to (just as they need to trust me to also then stop the scene if they do and not be mad at them for using their safeword). 

Having standards is also a green flag – if I get the impression that they are actually picky about who gets to dom(me) them it already helps to make me feel more at ease and like I’m actually being treated like a person instead of just their kink wish fulfillment. 

Of course, like anyone else, physical attraction plays a strong role in who I want to date/take as a sub, but I am attracted to a lot of different "types" and I do think how someone carries themselves and their general mannerisms and personality play a huge role in my attraction to them as well.

Also, I think as someone whose love language is Acts of Service and who enjoys taking care of my partners, it’s easy to attract subs who genuinely believe I can/will “fix” them when the truth is: no one can fix you but yourself. Of course, it is always easier to improve yourself when you have the support of someone else but the drive to change needs to come from within. 

So, I need my sub to be an actual adult, capable of living their day-to-day life. That doesn’t mean they’re not allowed to struggle with things (I do as well), just that they need to be overall mature and independent. 

Now, I do think it's fun to give subs incentives to improve their lives, to give them little tasks and rewards and I think it can be a good way to help them keep good habits, but this only really works to a small extent and they still need to be motivated to change by themselves. 

Additionally, a potential sub would need to not be into any kinks that are misogynistic, homophobic or racist like s/issies and c/uckolding (it shouldn't be degrading to be penetrated or to wear feminine clothing or to have sex with black men, unless you actually believe being a woman or being black or gay is inherently more degrading than being a white straight man). 

For male subs, they need to be feminist allies and be actively working on undoing toxic masculinity and be respectful to women in general, not just the ones they’re attracted to and not just for however long they need to get into a woman’s pants. I think a lot of male subs think just because they’re “submissive” they’re somehow above misogyny when truthfully, I have experienced more sexism from male subs than I have from any of the regular blokes in my life. 

In terms of overall personality, I’m hugely attracted to people who are just genuinely good people – kind and helpful. I adore gentle people and even those who are a bit shy. I don’t need someone to be the smartest person or the most confident or the funniest, just try to be the kindest version of yourself you can be. 

I think that’s all! Sorry for the long rambling response but I really enjoyed getting all my thoughts out. I hope some of this is still useful to you (or anyone else who happens to be reading this!). 

[summerwritesfics]

🍓No Tricks, Only Treats

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1316 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Costume Party, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Halloween Party, Fluff, Bunny Girl Outfits, Kuai Is A Cutie Pie, Hanzo Has Vague memories Of Either MKvsDC or Injustice (whichever you prefer lmao) @anyfandomfluffbingo: Costume Party

Summary: Hanzo & Kuai Liang attend Johnny’s Halloween party.

AFG Fluff Bingo Masterlist

Notes: Heeeyyyyy Happy Halloween :) I was looking through my bingo prompts because tbh, I need to really start working on them, and I realised this prompt was perfect for a short little Halloween fic! So, enjoy!

Halloween was an oddity to Hanzo.

He didn’t really get the point of it if he was being honest. Trick and treating, while he could understand it being fun for kids, didn’t really sound appealing to him. Dressing in silly costumes even less so.

But when Johnny Cage invited you to a party, it was very hard to say no. Especially with Kuai Liang extremely enthusiastic about the idea, wanting to experience as much of what a normal life would feel like as possible. The fact that it was a costume party just seemed to excite Kuai more. He’d never worn a costume to a party before, the idea so novel that he’d been basically talking about it non-stop. The kids had offered to take him shopping for one and he’d eagerly agreed.

Hanzo hadn’t gone with them, and hadn’t seen Kuai’s costume yet. Due to their schedules they were also arriving to the party separately. He wondered what ridiculous outfit they’d managed to persuade Kuai to buy. He’d heard Cassandra pitch some ice queen outfit from some animated movie, but if that was the direction they’d gone in he didn’t know.

Hanzo himself had just gone kind of simple, and a little classic according to Johnny Cage. His pirate costume had been relatively inexpensive, and it was not exactly good quality, but he hadn’t wanted to spend a lot on something he was going to use once. The other guests' costumes seemed to vary in effort. Cassandra and Jacqueline had gone all out with quite intricate outfits. Supposedly they were a pair of supervillain lesbians, but Hanzo had no idea what they were referring to. Then you had Sonya, who’d thrown a bit of fake blood onto a blouse and called herself a zombie. According to Johnny, that was her outfit every year.

“Nice costume, Grandmaster,” a voice broke him out of his musings. He turned to find Kung Jin standing next to him.

“Thank you.” Hanzo looked Kung Jin up and down. He wasn’t completely sure on what Jin’s costume was, but given it was green and he had a bow and arrow he could make somewhat of an educated guess. “Are you meant to be Robin Hood?”

“I’m Green Arrow!” Jin sounded offended at the idea he was anything but this “Green Arrow” person. “Anyone would think you’ve never read a comic book or something.”

“Uh huh,” Hanzo sarcastically hummed. So he was also a superhero then. Seemed the kids were going for a theme.

From the corner of his eye, someone else peered around him. Even with an almost full face mask on, Hanzo could tell it was Takeda.

“I’m Batman,” he announced, putting on a gruff voice that made Jin burst into laughter.

“See, now, Batman I know,” Hanzo told Jin, lazily pointing at Takeda. “I don’t like him, but I know him.”

“What?” Takeda exclaimed, dropping the voice and standing straight. “How can you hate Batman?”

“I just have a weird feeling about him.” It was like something had happened in a past life in relation to the caped crusader. Which was absolutely ridiculous when he thought about it. Batman was a fictional character and didn’t exist, so the feeling was completely irrational. Still, something about it made him uneasy. He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject with “so, what? Did you four convince Kuai Liang to be a superhero as well?”

“Nah, we let him do his own thing.” Takeda made a dismissive motion with his hand. “He seemed happy with what he got though.”

“Think you’ll be happy with it too,” Jin quietly chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. Hanzo couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously.

“What did you guys let him buy?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at Jin. He could just imagine that Kuai was about to walk in wearing the most absurd thing the kids could convince him to buy.

Jin bit his lip and smirked, “oh. You’ll see.” He then pointed across the room. “In fact, he’s here.”

Hanzo looked around just in time to see Kuai Liang walking into the party. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Kuai Liang in what Hanzo could only describe as a bunny girl outfit.

He watched as Kuai was greeted by Johnny and Sonya, both clearly amused by what Kuai was wearing. It was a light blue bodysuit without straps and fishnet tights. He had a pair of bunny ears perched on his head, a small ball of fluff attached to his ass like a tail, and to top it all off a pair of high heel shoes the same colour as the bodysuit. Hanzo could feel his face getting hot, he completely understood Jin’s snide comment. Kuai did have a habit of wearing revealing clothing but this was the furthest he’d ever gone in public before.

“Have fun~” Jin sang in a teasing way, reaching under Hanzo’s chin and closing his mouth, teeth loudly clacking together. Hanzo glared at him, but Jin just laughed in his face. All Hanzo could do in retaliation was watch as Jin and Takeda walked away.

“Hanzo,” Kuai greeted cheerfully as he made his way over. The bright smile on his face was a beautiful sight. Even if Hanzo had originally had reservations about coming to the party, it was worth it to see Kuai experiencing pure joy from something so silly and simple. “I like your costume.”

“Ah. And I like yours,” Hanzo admitted, taking a better look at it now Kuai was closer. God damn he pulls it off a little too well. “Was this your idea or the kids?”

“A little of both,” Kuai explained with a sheepish grin. “I wanted to but wasn’t sure and they convinced me.”

It occurred to Hanzo that the kids' encouragement was probably an effort to make Hanzo flustered. Kenshi had warned him the group were on the warpath to break past the “Grandmaster Grumpyface” persona. He supposed this time, they actually won. He glanced across the room at them, where the four were now grouped together, watching Kuai and Hanzo, giggling to themselves over their victory.

They are the worst Superhero group I’ve ever seen. 

“Apparently Sonya is jealous because my legs are nicer than hers,” Kuai continued, holding one of the aforementioned limbs up as emphasis. Hanzo snorted at that. “Her words, not mine, to clarify.”

“Well, I do agree with her, you do have fantastic legs.” Hanzo cleared this throat slightly as he stared at the body parts in question. “As well as other assets.”

“Other ass-ets?” Kuai questioned, stressing that particular part of the word, making it obvious what he thought Hanzo was getting at.

“That’s not what I meant,” Hanzo clarified with a huff. Kuai just tilted his head at him. “I mean don’t get me wrong that part of you is magnificent but it’s not the only part of you that is.”

The grin on Kuai’s face just emphasised the point. It made all the features on his face light up and just proved how beautiful he was. Hanzo couldn’t help himself, he lent forward to press a kiss on the tip of Kuai’s nose. Kuai snorted and pulled back slightly while gently pushing Hanzo away, which was exactly the kind of reaction he was looking for.

“Want to go get a drink?” He asked casually, trying to resist another kiss as Kuai’s cheeks were turning red.

“Hm, I could do with one.” Kuai lent forward slightly, bracing a hand against Hanzo’s collarbone. “Lead the way, Captain.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes in jest, but held out his arm so Kuai could link with his. Kuai gladly accepted, letting Hanzo guide both of them. The night was young, and as long as Kuai Liang had a good time, Hanzo was happy to indulge him until he decided it was over.

[themoonsbride]

I'm Sorry, I Had to Go .

pairing: Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; Reader can't take the insanity Hawkins Lab gives her anymore and decides to escape with Eleven in the middle of the night, leaving Peter unknowingly behind.

warnings; descriptions of hatred, tears, fear/anxiety, heartbreak.

a/n; suprise Peter angst !!!! :D (there's not a happy ending.)

--×♥︎×--

The circles under your eyes made you feel sluggish, and braille as if you were weak, or thin, almost in a way were you were invisible.

Your body was swelling, and your feet felt like they were blistering from the assigned heels you were forced to have on your feet everyday.

This job, this place, it felt as though it were a fucking nightmare.

Living in constant anxiety and paranoia was practically not even living anymore. it felt like you were watching someone else live, like you were there anymore within yourself.

The fucking children that were preferably to be announced as "subjects" under the name of Martin Brenner were a pain in the ass.

Especially number 002. God was he a fucking snob. You hated him the most, everytime you'd see him even out of your peripheral vision you wanted to take out the threads from his skin until his bones were embarrassed of themselves.

There was only one kid who didn't seem to always have their foot directing itself up your asshole. And that was 011. She was quiet, and kind. She never really asked of anything, and you'd suspected she might've had an anxiety issue.

Though it wouldn't have mattered, because in this workplace no one cares for anyone else. Not even if someone's fucking dead.

Feelings aren't allowed in Hawkins National Labrotories, and they especially are not meant to be shown by any orderly.

You vigorously rubbed your eyes to wake yourself more even if it would've done practically nothing. You rushed yourself in a heap of panic to find some regular looking clothing for a woman in 1979.

You couldn't stand it any longer, if you stayed here for even another day it felt as though you'd lose your sanity, if it weren't already unrecognizablely lost.

There was a short sleeved soft pink shirt that was button up, it would've had to do for the moment.

And there were also some tan khakis you were able to find, it seemed like one of the nurses outfits, though you didn't care how it ended up in your bedroom.

You were thankful they were there in the first place.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice croaked into your dull excuse of a bedroom. You whipped yourself around in your new clothing and saw 011.

Salty pools of tears dripped down from her waterline and made her coco eyes red and soggy.

You walked over to her, gently pulling on her hand to bring her inside your room and closed the metal door as quietly as you could behind her.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Your voice was also small, and extremely quiet.

"bad.. dream.." her voice cracked and shook, and it made your heart sink for her, she didn't deserve to grow up in a facility such as this one.

"It was only a dream Eleven, there's nothing to be scared of, okay?" You rubbed her shoulders lightly to help ease her nerves.

"are.. you, going?" She said exaiming your outfit, she seemed like she was confused, really confused, which was understandable considering she's only around 8 years old.

"..yes, do you want.. to come with me?" You felt hesitant about asking her to come along with you, but she was so young and traumatized enough from everything that went on within these walls.

"against the rules.." She looked down, she seemed scared, but there was a look in her face that told you she wanted to come too.

"I promise I'll keep you safe, no matter what, okay?" She looked up and nodded as you smiled softly and wiped away her warm tears.

"what about.. peter..?"

Peter.

He didn't even come into your mind, He always hinted to you about escaping one day, and it was reliving to know someone else hated this building as much as you did, but you'd never thought he was serious before.

"He'll.. catch up, okay? he'll be with us too at some point.." Your Heart felt itself cracking open at your words, you knew you loved Peter from the moment he started speaking to you, he was always welcoming with open arms and ears. He listen to you talk about your interests, how much you hated it here, and even a little about your past.

But the more you thought about how you'd be leaving him behind, the more you realized you didn't know that much about him.

Would he escape too? if he would, would he even come looking for you and Eleven? or would he just completely move on?

Your Heart wanted you to stay for Peter, but you knew better than to stay for him as much as you now wanted too. If you ever wanted a chance at successfully escaping, you had to take that chance now, while the gaurds were asleep and there were only about 4 hall monitors out, but this building was huge and they could've been anywhere.

"are we leaving.. now?" She sounded nervous now, and you hesitantly nodded, taking her out of your room, holding her hand the entire time to find your way out, down inside the lower, less populated parts of Hawkins Lab.

And before you knew it, you and Eleven were running through the woods without looking back, as tears streamed down your face from breaking your own heart.

[leqclerc]

Is Fred becoming binotto 2.0? He's completely incapable of taking accountability for any errors from the team. He'd prefer making his driver look like a liar. In one interview he says that we must check what happened, maybe it's the tyre blanket, maybe we got stuck in the pit lane too long. The next interview he's saying I don't know what charles is talking about, the tyres were in the right temperature window. We all heard the team radio of charles being told his fronts are cold, so I don't get why he does theses media games when all it does is show that he's disengenious. Taking accountability shows so much more leadership abilities than this tactic of burying his head in the sand binotto style. My god, when will charles get a tp who will fully back him and not shelter the team at his expense. All the other top drivers have had that at some point in their career besides charles. I hate this

Coming back to this ask now that the weekend's done and we got more info on this.

So as it stands, Charles went back on what he said after qualifying and stated that regardless of the tyre temps he should've done a better job as a driver, which. Wasn't there a video going around from like Charles's side of the garage that shows one of the mechanics struggling with the tyre blankets on the front left, I believe? Something about wires having to be replaced pretty last-minute.Seems like a bigger issue than just driver error or poor prep. I know Charles is a perfectionist and he's the first to point the blame in his own direction but how can a driver perform to the best of their ability if he can't trust the tools at their disposal in the garage? And iirc Carlos also suggested his Q3 crash was down to cold tyres, which again, indicates there's something going on on the technical side in the garage.

As for Fred himself... I've got personal beef with him ngl 🧍🏻I still think the Xavi situation was handled extremely poorly on his side and I will die on that hill. I would be lying if I said that didn't sour me on him. I get wanting to try something different, but then have a staff reshuffle during the off-season, instead of confirming he's continuing with the driver and then changing your mind, what, five races into the season? And then Charles having to clarify that not only was it not his decision, it was also taken quite suddenly and without his knowledge. No reason why they couldn't have waited it out until the summer break or, hell, at the very very least made the situation clear to Charles ahead of time so he could have proper closure after the race instead of being blindsided and finding out between races that the race engineer he's worked with for the past five seasons is just????? Not only being replaced by someone else but apparently being removed from his side of the garage altogether. What little acknowledgement Fred/Ferrari gave him afterwards heavily implied they were the ones to pull the trigger because Fred thought "if they can have something better why not go for it." One day someone will say the same about him when he's on the way out. That's not to say Bryan is doing a bad job, but yeah, it still doesn't sit right with me, how everything went down and how Fred handled it.

From what I see across social media the fans kind of flip flop on him, depending on the results. One week he's being criticized for his vague statements and giving explanations incongruous with what Charles has been saying, and the next he's being touted as everyone's favourite bald guy because Charles won Monaco and they held hands and jumped into the water together. The way he's been fraternizing with Zak Brown and McLaren is also A Choice and he's been getting heat for it from some in the Lecfosi circle online, who think it's a bad look for him to be goofing around with the TP of a rival team that outdeveloped Ferrari and is now running away with the constructors' championship, and that he should put more effort into protesting their latest inventions.

So I'm definitely side-eyeing him but objectively it's probably too early to definitively say he's heading for a Binotto-style downfall, at least for the time being. The team has generally cleaned up their act in terms of strategy, making sensible tyre choices, pretty smooth pitstops—eliminating or at least mitigating all of those gremlins that consistently tripped up the drivers, and Charles particularly bore the brunt of, under Binotto. Under his leadership Charles and Ferrari delivered that long-awaited Monaco win and a second Monza victory, which I think will placate most fans at least until the end of the season. It's like, they're not having their best ever season and they're not really in the mix in terms of the championship crown, but they've had memorable performances and depending on the weekend can solidly be second-best so in that sense I think he's still got more of a grace period going for him compared to Binotto. And, much like with Binotto, I think the first big indicator of him being on thin ice will be a very visible disconnect between him and Charles. Monaco 2022 was a warning sign but Silverstone was the final nail in the proverbial coffin of Binotto's career as Ferrari TP.

I do wonder how much of the "sheltering the team at Charles's expense" is just in the job description of a Ferrari TP. Historically Ferrari has placed a lot of emphasis on optics and protecting the good name of the team.

At any rate it'll be interesting to see how Fred handles the situation next year and beyond, with Charles and Lewis at the team, particularly if there's more to play for and more at stake.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 1

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Hello everyone! finally Posting ARC 3 now!

time to have them explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward Waters

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Sleeping was nice, being woken up not so much.

Being woken up by Nea was even worse.

Which was proven by the fact that she barged in and then pelted one of Robin's shoes which were still on the floor right onto my shoulder.

I jolted awake and onto all fours, tensing my muscles and squishing Robin in the process who squirmed in surprise.

Clenching my muscles I immobilized him, 

I could absolutely NOT let Nea or anyone else know about this.

Luckily he seemed to get it as I told Nea off for waking me like that.

“Nea! Can't you wake me like a normal person? 

Or do ANYthing normally for that matter?”

She just shrugged and I could feel Robin freeze extremely still at the mention of her name.

He was well aware that Nea could and would cut me open if she thought anything amiss.

Luckily the woman didn't seem to care about the ginger's whereabouts and had more fun antagonizing me.

“Eh, i'm not normal, so i dun have ta do anythin normally, 

now get yer fuzzy ass up, shoes on and get yer rust headed friend,  Rikaad wanted ta talk ta both of ya!”

With those words, and the second shoe thrown in my general direction she went out the door.

Untensing to give the little human in my pouch more room I spoke.

“I need to get a lock installed, the sooner the better, Robin? She’s gone and i think she confused your shoes for mine, so we are in luck this time”

He wiggled a little, which admittedly felt a bit funny, and addressed me.

“A lock sounds good, also what did she throw at you?  My shoes? It sounded like it”

I nodded before recalling he couldn't see that.

“Uh yeah right at my shoulder too, but lucky not at the injured one so im fine, but damn that crazy lady needs to calm down, or a punching bag”

“I think everyone is kind of her punching bag, what did she even want?”

“She said Rikaad wanted to see us, no idea what for though,  so brace yourself i'm gonna let you out”

I could feel him turn around at my words and while he did that I snagged one of the many towels that were strewn about.

Then I worked to bring the tiny redhead out of my pouch and into the bright world again.

What time was it anyway? 

With how much light came in it looked like it was around midday.

As soon as the ginger was out I tossed the towel over him which he immediately used to dry himself while I shrunk down to human height.

Being nice I slid his shoes over the floor closer to him while picking my own out of some hay.

While doing that my eyes fell on the weird Logos book that Oakley had given me and Fable, as a means to communicate despite him going around traveling the world.

I'd use it after talking to Rikaad, After all, my brother had only left like twenty four hours ago so there couldn't be that many interesting things since then.

I did wonder though what Rikaad could have summoned us for,  but if we had to talk to him anyway i might as well ask about getting a lock installed.

Messily brushing my hair for all of twenty seconds i followed Robin outside of my shed only to realize i had no idea where the fuck Rikaad was.

Nea hadn't said anything about that, just that he wanted to see us,  and of course the crazy Guard was nowhere in sight now.

“Where did Nea say we had to go?”

I turned to Robin not sure what to answer as I had no clue.

“Uh, i don't know, Nea just said to talk to Rikaad, and then threw the other shoe before leaving, i guess we could try the throne room?  If he's not there we can just ask someone”

That seemed reasonable enough, usually larger meetings were held in the throne room or the large rooms behind it.

I still thought the architect was a drunken dumbass for building it like this but with how old the castle was they were long dead by now.

Nearing the front of the castle I could see some other people,  mainly guards, walk in and out of the throne room.

Looked like we were in the right place,  which was proven as we went inside.

It looked like it always did, with the exception of a big table in the middle that featured what looked to be a map of some islands.

At the head of the table was Rikaad, looking with an earnest expression at the map which I now noticed had little figurines on it.

I hoped that wasn't more trouble, but knowing our luck it probably was.

He looked up at the sound of Robin's footsteps, 

how he knew it was him was beyond me though.

“There you are, is Arthur with you?”

We both shook our head in unison,  which was kinda funny seeing as it was completely uncoordinated,

Rikaad looked disappointed for a moment.

“Let's wait for him, i'm not going to explain this twice”

Explain what? Did it have to do with the map? 

Looking at it it was more than likely, now that I had a closer look I could see the figurines were of either Kamerasca or Maringand ships, as well as some people and houses.

The ships, arranged in a neat formation, strangely enough rang a bell in my head but I could for the life of me not recall why.

Then Arthur ran through the door,  dodging what looked to be an armor piece.

I didn't even need to see her come in to know it was Nea who had hunted him like that, I wasn't exactly sure what was going on with the two of them but I for sure wanted no part of it.

“Found all of em! Now what's ta fuss about?”

She limped in, without crutches and I didn't doubt for a second that she had managed to break them and now simply ignored the medics orders about using them.

Arthur stood between me and Robin to negate any chance of having to be right next to Nea.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was a bit out of breath.

Nea then limped to the table and stood on my other side, looking intensely at the map like it would go up in flames any second now.

I looked at Rikaad who wasn't leaning over the map anymore.

Looking at it I saw a few letters in a haphazard pile next to it.

They were all upside down for me so I couldn't read it, but I had no doubt they were at least part of the reason we were called here.

I looked back up at Rikaad as he spoke.

“As some of you already know, we received letters from the Trader Islands about some Marigand ships causing havoc there by attacking other ships as well as the smaller settlements.

On my Question to the Queen of Maringand she replied that they had been sent by the old king, Winton, and did not believe any official writings about the change of rulership.

Since we can't just let them continue with this we will go there and set an end to the chaos personally.

You have been called here to either accompany me to the Islands or to watch over Kamerasca while i'm gone,  i have made a list which you can read later-”

He pointed to the longest piece of parchment on Norrins end of the Table, the Guard pointed at it as well.

“- please read it as soon as you can as i want to solve this as quickly as possible, which means we will leave tomorrow at midday on a ship”

Chaos on the trader islands? Oh that can be good, and then they didn't even believe official statements about Amicia being in power now.

Though the fact that it was maringand ships rang a bell somehow.

After thinking about it for a moment while everyone else was busy reading the list,  I remembered the fleet of ships I had seen shortly after Fable arrived.

Had winton attempted to split the army by having some of his men wreak havoc on the islands?

If so his timing skills were worse than my writing ones as this was a good two weeks too late.

Winton was an idiot with no spatial awareness so it really didn't surprise me.

Most of the people were done with the list and left to either pack whatever they needed for the Boat trip or to prepare for their new duties in the absence of the King.

So there was now enough space to read the list without bumping into anybody.

Looking it over it appeared to be sorted alphabetically but even so I couldn't find my name, nor could I find Robins who really tried to make sense of the letters despite his weird inability to read comprehensively.

So we weren't on the list, did that mean we would just stay here and do what we did the past few weeks?

If that was the case why were we even called?

Was it because Rikaad simply wanted to inform us he was leaving for a bit?

But then I realized that I hadn't seen Arthur's name either,  as well as Nea’s and Norrin’s names were absent from the list.

I looked confusedly at the taller man.

He was also still standing there,  since he wrote the list he didn't need to read it anyway.

After a majority of the other people left to go do their new tasks he addressed us.

“I didn't write your names on the list as most of your tasks will be a bit more elaborate.

For example only half the people still at this table will go with me on the Boat while the others stay behind to keep an eye on Kamerasca”

Ohh so he was probably leaving Norrin here, The man had been the head Guard for some time and knew what to do.

Before Rikaad could continue he was interrupted by Arthur.

“I am not setting a single foot on a ship! I get sick from a normal fucking chariot there is no way i’ll step on that hellish water vessel!”

Oh, right, Arthur's motion sickness would have him keeling over the side of the Boat for likely the entirety of the trip.

And I had seen how badly he took to a simple carriage,  I didn't want to imagine how horrible a ship would be for him.

Rikaad shook his head at that.

“I'm well aware of that, which is why you'll stay here and have an eye on everything together with Norrin and Nea.

He looked relieved at being able to avoid the ship but when he was told he had to work with Nea his face soured.

He didn't say anything though and I suspected the reason why Norrin was also involved in keeping an eye out was so the other two wouldn't start fighting, all that much at least.

So that left me and Robin,  I had to admit that going on a ship sounded intriguing, that was something I had never done before as I would have been killed.

I hoped I would get to go on the ship. 

I had always wanted to know what the trader islands looked like, and as far as I was aware that was where most of the cinnamon came from.

Me and Robin were addressed next while Arthur and Nea left, glaring at each other all the while until Norrin stepped between them.

“As for you two, you can join me on the ship if you want, you don't have to but I would very much like some familiar and trusted faces near me”

That did sound logical, with Nea and Norrin here there wouldn't be all too many of the more familiar faces, and having someone on Board he knew he could trust would probably set him at ease a bit more.

“Also quite frankly now that nobody else is listening I really need to get away from all the paper stuff if just for a little bit,  which is why I'm going personally and didn't send someone else”

Ah, so even Rikaad could have enough of trying to catch up with all that, understandable, i would have given up long ago.

“Yeah i was wondering how you were managing not to go mad with all of that”

Robin piped up from where he had stared at the map.

“Oh wait, what should I pack? Aside from clothing i mean”

Rikaad answered quickly enough.

“Whatever you want as long as you can carry it yourself,  but maybe leave behind what you don't want to get wet”

Oh right, there would be water, lots of it,  What if I dropped the Logos book?

“Well, i'll leave you two to sorting your own stuff till next midday, please don't oversleep, we will meet at the gate and don't forget your stuff”

So we would leave tomorrow then,  which meant packing my sparse stuff into a bag and walking to the harbor with the rest of the people coming along.

I wondered how big the ship would be.

I nodded at Rikaad who was now rolling up the Map and sorting the other paper back into a more organized pile.

I was already thinking of what to take with me,  aside from the normal necessities.

I debated if I should bring the Logos Book with me while Robin dragged me outside again before running off to put his stuff together while I continued to my shed.

On one hand the Logos book was my only way of communicating with Fable, on the other I didn't know if it was waterproof.

Also if I dropped it and it fell into the ocean I would never find it again.

It would probably be better to leave it here than risk somehow losing it or getting it destroyed by saltwater.

Maybe I could practice some of my writing while on the boat? 

My writing currently was awful,  not only spelling wise but also just plain ugly to look at.

Still, I'd better inform Fable about that so he wouldn't have to worry.

Opening the door to the shed I went right for the Logos book and retreated up to the loft as that was the only place with a proper desk.

Which meant it was the only place that had ink in my entire room that I could use.

Putting the book on the worn wood I opened the first page only to see a beautiful sketch of a Bird sitting in a tree.

The Bird itself was a Robin.

Underneath the drawing where a few words

Look, it's your friend! I saw him at Dawn after leaving.

Man, Fables handwriting was already way better than mine,  and i couldn't detect any spelling mistakes.

But I had to admit the drawing was pretty,  and the joke he made was a tiny bit funny.

So much for not having a sense of humor.

Well, time to answer, and inform him about not being able to reply for some time to whatever he wrote to me.

Hello Fable | im sory for my bad hanwritting 

Nice to see you are doing good | love the drawing very funni.

I will not be able to repli to any of your textts ̶s̶ for som time as i will go on a ship with the others to the trade islands

Not sure how long i wil be gone but i wil write you again as soon as i get back

Im not takin the book wit me as i don't want it getting destroied 

There wil be lots of water and the book is paper that dosnt mix well

Write you soon after i get bak from the boat

That should be a good enough explanation, I wasn't any good at writing though so i hoped it was at least understandable.

I set the book back on the desk and went to fetch a duffel bag so I could stuff my things into it.

Looking at the mostly empty shelves I debated if there was anything I wanted to take with me, but the only things in the shelves were just trinkets and the dirt filled cup Robin had forgotten one time.

The wood sorrels inside of it were growing like crazy though,  Maybe I should get an actual flower pot.

So only clothes and other necessities then.

Maybe I could put the tiny and currently empty wooden box on one of the shelves in the bag as well?

The box could be locked with a simple slide mechanism and had been in the shed before me, digging that out of the hay had been a surprise.

If I found a nice shell or something I could put it in there so it wouldn't break.

Also a box was generally practical so I stuffed it in the bag as well.

Looking at it I realized I was already done, that was fast.

Then again I really didn't have much to my name so that should have been obvious.

Dragging the bag to the door I set it right next to the exit, tomorrow I would just have to grab it from there then I could readily leave.

Sooo, what to do now?

I still had half the day left now but nothing to do.

And I was sure that Robin would take a lot longer to pack than I did,  so hanging out with him wasn't much of an option.

Out of boredom I decided to check the Logos book again.

Going back up to the loft I went to the desk and opened the book.

Surprisingly Fable had already answered, and I could see once again that he had prettier handwriting than I did, 

with basically no spelling mistakes either.

Man, I wished I could spell like that.

Whatever, Fables text read;

Hello Donovan, believe it or not I have seen worse handwriting, 

but I'm sure with some practice you will get better at it.

I am doing very well in fact, the forest is not as dangerous as I have been told, at least thus far.

Thank you for the compliment on my picture.

I wish you the best of luck on the trader islands, 

If you can, bring me a shell? 

Also not taking the book with you does make sense as I doubt it can be replaced.

Do not worry about me, I am a patient person so I promise I will not assume the worst should i not hear from you for one or two weeks now that you have notified me of this.

Tell me how it was as soon as you get back, the trader islands are a place i have not been to and i am curious as to what they are like.

I wish you calm waters and a peaceful journey.

Well, that was nice, at least I didn't have the worst handwriting in the world but I'd make sure to practice while on the boat.

And the forest not being as dangerous was a relief, maybe stuff had just been exaggerated for effect?

It was also nice that he understood my concern about taking the book on the boat and of course I'd bring him a shell! 

I'd have to make sure to get a really pretty one for him!

Maybe I should write back? Or was that weird?

I ended up writing back, even if badly readable for Fable, He responded very quickly.

Talking about nothing much, basically just telling stories to each other, and before I knew it it was dark outside.

Huh, having had the back and forth with Fable had taken more time than I thought.

I wrote a quick goodnight for him and he responded curtly by telling me he was going to set up camp now and wished me a goodnight as well as a safe journey.

I went back over to the bag I had packed and looked at the items one last time to make sure I didn't forget any of my sparse belongings needed for the trip.

It looked like I had everything though so I left the bag next to the door and went into the middle of the room.

I changed into my Ardua form to sleep like that after taking the sleeping aid Oakley gave me, luckily i had tossed the rest of it in my bag already. 

I doubted I could do that on the ship as there probably wouldn't be enough space so I decided to sleep like this for probably the last time this week.

Settling down I curled up like a cat, which I had actually learned from one, and yawned before using my arm as a pillow.

It wasn't that long after I fell asleep that someone knocked on the door.

I had one very good guess as to who it was.

“Its open, come in”

Just as predicted a familiar redhead appeared in the doorframe, clutching a bag to himself that looked messily packed together, no doubt his own stuff.

“I- uh, i'm kinda nervous to go on the boat, last time we went with the guard school and i fell overboard and got pinched by a crab, can i sleep here? I don't want to get nightmares about falling into the ocean”

He fell in and got pinched the last time he was on a boat? No wonder he was nervous.

“Come here, and leave your bag by the door next to mine, we can take them with us tomorrow”

He nodded and put his bag on the floor next to my own before coming over to me and climbing over my arm, settling in the groove of my elbow.

He always looked so small when he did that, especially as he sunk into the fluffy green fur there.

“Thank you, and sorry for bothering you, i'm just really nervous about going away on a boat”

He mumbled into the fur of my arm, burying his head in there.

“No problem, and you're not bothering me, i'm a tiny bit nervous myself actually, i've never been on a boat, but at least i can swim somewhat”

Swimming had been something I had to learn as people kept tossing me into rivers when I still lived on the streets. 

Drowning didn't sound good to me so I had to teach myself how to swim at least a little.

Yeah that wasn't something I was about to tell people though.

“You can swim? Are you good at that? Im kinda okay at it, at least when i don't have armor on”

I did doubt swimming with armor on would be an easy task anyway.

“That good, swimming is a useful skill i think, as for myself i know how NOT to drown so that has to be good enough”

He made a soft hum before burying deeper into the warm fur.

“That's nice, how long do you think we need to spend on the boat until we get to the islands?”

How long? Huh, i didn't know that but considering it had taken a week or so for the letter to arrive id say two to three days or so.

“Uhh, I dunno, two or three days? Maybe? I'm not an expert and there are many islands on the map as well*

“three or four days?  Well I guess that depends if we have good sailing weather?” “I hope we do, maybe we can take a little vacation there as well for a day and go on a beach to collect shells, i need a pretty one for Fable”

A day just to go to the beach sounded nice, sure Kamerasca did have its own beach but usually there were so many fishing boats or crabs that going into the water was a bad idea, and rivers weren't exactly all that clean sometimes.

Robin just mumbled something about sand and looking down I saw he had fallen asleep.

“Heh, goodnight then”

I lay my head down as well, basically hiding Robin from the world as my jaw covered his little form in the crook of my elbow as I fell asleep as well.

Tomorrow we'd get woken up by either Nea or Arthur, and for myself I hoped it was Arthur.

Sadly I was wrong, as the door slammed open with a bang and Nea barged in,  announcing loudly that we had to get our stuff and leave in an hour.

“YO!  Getup yer sleepyheads! Time ta brave tha Sea! Ye have an hour ta get yer stuff and go ta tha gate!”

Both me and Robin sprang up at her sudden and brash appearance.

Before we could retort anything she was gone again.

“I wish she wasn't so loud and sudden when she does this”

Robin could only nod to that as he climbed over my arm again and walked over to his bag, making sure the door didn't slam into it.

I stood up and shook myself like a wet dog before shifting back into a more human form.

An hour now huh? Plenty of time to walk to the gate, Luckily, I had already packed my stuff yesterday.

And Robin had packed them as well, judging by the lumpy duffel bag next to my small one.

Though knowing Robin it was probably chaos, I just hoped he hadn't forgotten anything.

Maybe asking to make sure of that would be a good idea.

“Robin? You got everything packed?”

He nodded for a second before he looked confused and opened the bag up to look inside.

Yep, as predicted, he had already forgotten what he put inside of it.

“We have an hour, how about I help you organize?”

He looked at me miserably.

“I don't know why my memory is so garbage, i can remember other things perfectly, like plant names but then i can't remember what i put in my bag the day before”

Yeah, that was kinda weird, but whatever.

“Happens I guess? Now come on put your stuff on the ground and i'll help you”

He nodded and then just sat on the ground before pouring the contents of the bag over the floor.

I could see some unfolded clothes and a pencil that had stained a shirt while it was in the bag, as well as some other things I was pretty sure weren't needed on a ship.

What a mess, and he forgot to pack pants in exchange for double the amount of shirts.

We spent the majority of the hour reorganizing his stuff and packing properly so he would have what he needed.

While I sent him to get some pants from his room I folded everything else and put the pencil stained shirt to the side.

When he came back I showed him how to most efficiently put everything in the bag.

“Thank you so much! I really don't know where my brain is sometimes!”

“Well i didn't see it in the bag so don't know where it is either”

He laughed at my very bad joke and tossed the pencil at me, I managed to catch it before it hit me though.

“What did you pack this one for anyway? Im sure you could just ask someone for a pencil"

He shrugged.

“Dunno anymore, I think I wanted to draw the fish I saw? But i'm not a good artist so i guess i can just leave it here”

I nodded and then looked outside again. 

I wasn't exactly sure what time it was but we probably should head to the gate before they sent someone to get us.

“I think we should head out now, you ready?”

I stood up and grabbed my own bag as Robin followed me with his own outside the shed.

Not too far from the door was sitting a familiar feline form.

Robin immediately went up to her.

“Gloxinia! Good kitty! 

Are you gonna keep an eye on the garden while we're all gone?”

The cat purred and brushed up against his legs as if telling him she would do just that.

Right, Oakley had mentioned that she had the potential to become a magical familiar, so her being smarter than the average cat wasn't a surprise.

I bent down as well to scritch her between the ears.

“If Nea starts to cause chaos and tries to murder some poor Guard try to distract her okay?”

“Mrrp!”

She bonked her head against my fingers and then slinked off in the direction of Oakley’s tower.

After that we headed to the gate as fast as we could, and as i thought half of the people were already there so we were just in time.

Looking around at the twenty something people I could see that Arthur and Amicia were here as well, probably to say goodbye or something.

Amicia was shaking Rikaads hand in what I assumed was thanks and Apologizing for the chaos her citizens made while Rowley was right behind her, half hiding from everyone else.

Should I talk to the smaller Ardua?

Probably not, I had headbutted him into a boulder on our first meeting and he made it clear he didn't want the shifter bracelet at all.

I'd respect that and leave him be.

The group split off and Amicia went to a fancy chariot a few paces away that i had failed to notice, Rowley in tow.

She looked back for a second and then ran up to Arthur to hug him.

Well hug was nicely put, from the face he made i was sure he just heard his spine crack.

While walking back to the chariot where Rowley was already inside she waved at us.

“Hey guys! Have a nice journey! Don't get sand in your teeth!”

What an odd thing to say, I just politely waved back as she clambered into the chariot and rode back to Maringand.

Looked like her stay with us was over and she was going back to rule her own Kingdom.

I really hoped that would go well.

I turned to Robin briefly.

“Hey I'm gonna go ask Arthur if he can get a lock installed on my door while we're on the boat, why don't you tell Rikaad we're here? Maybe we can go to the boat early?”

He nodded with a big smile and weaved past some Guards towards Rikaad, chanting the words ‘Boat trip, Boat trip’ over and over.

Looked like he already forgot to be nervous.

I then went up to Arthur who tried to get his back into its proper position again.

“And people wonder why i don't like women”

He muttered and then looked at me.

“Hey Arthur! How are you?

“Glad i don't have to go on that hellish vessel with you, but honestly staying behind isn't that much better when i have to work with Nea all the time, i swear she's gonna break my leg or something!”

Yeah that did sound like her.

“Well i'll make sure to not be surprised should you be in a cast when we come back”

He just rolled his eyes.

“Great, thanks, i'm just glad Norrin is also here, hes at least reasonable, whatever, i wish you guys good luck while on that thing from hell”

Yep, Arthur's motion sickness would get really bad on a boat no doubt, so it wasn't a wonder he called it a hellish thing.

“Thank you, can I ask for a favor while we're out at sea?”

“What kind favor?”

“Can you install a lock on my door? Nea already bent the hinges a little from waking me up, if you want to call banging the door open and throwing stuff at me while yelling that”

He nodded in sympathy.

“Of course, though i don't doubt she could kick a hole into the door instead, it's only wood after all, but i'll see to it don't worry”

Yeah kicking a hole into the door was something she WOULD do,  so maybe telling her there was a lock now was a good idea.

“Thank you! I'm really not keen on having her throw shoes at me again, i'm just lucky she didn't realize they were Robins and not mine”

I sighed at the memory, albeit not very fondly.

Arthur made a face that made it clear he had a good idea WHY Nea didn't notice the boots were Robins, and he was right.

“Well whatever, good luck with the paper stuff, take breaks when you need them though!”

He nodded.

“I will, don't worry, I don't know how Rikaad manages to spend hours in there, I barely do one! Anyway, if you can bring me a souvenir? I doubt i'll ever manage to go there myself”

“Of course, i'll bring a nice seashell or something else i find on the beach if you want”

“Sounds good, and make sure Robin does not fall in! While he can swim he might panic and forget!”

Oh, that wasn't something I had thought about, panicking while in water was a bad thing.

“I will keep an eye on him, I promise! I'll make sure personally that he doesn't fall in!”

Just then someone called for all of us to Leave towards the Harbor of Kamerasca, and to not forget our things.

“Oh, time to go then, stay out of trouble while we're not here, yeah?”

“I'll try, but idiots appear on every corner i'll tell you!”

“Yeah you saw me as one of them at first!”

“You still are!”

I moved to hug him to shut him up, which he did even if he didn't hug back, but that was because I trapped his arms to his sides.

“Erch alright, just make sure to not swim with sharks or whatever, now scram or they'll leave you on the dock!”

I let go of him, and after saying goodbye and that I would get him the biggest shell I could find sprinted after the others toward Rikaad and Robin.

I caught up pretty quickly to them and walked next to Robin who awkwardly held his bag.

Looking closer I realized one of the straps broke.

Of course, he had stuffed heavy things inside of it and not even tried to balance the weight equally.

I offered to trade carrying the bags so he had my way lighter one with the intact straps and I would take the heavier one with the broken strap.

He asked a good three times if I was sure and after assuring him of that we traded the bags.

Rikaad had in that time absconded to the front of the fifteen something people convoy and was leading us down the slope to the main city.

The city, oh dammit, it was the middle of the day! People would see me! And the Fae ban papers were still missing! What if someone decided to be petty today and attack me?

The sun was out so it would be perfectly easy to spot my way too pointy ears! What if people started throwing rocks at me? Again.

What if they formed an angry mob? And attacked all of us?

Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and I flinched for a second before looking at who it was.

It was Oakley,  and at this point I wasn't even gonna ask how he was here.

“You good Donovan? Your face looks like someone put poison ivy in your shoes”

Again with the weird comparisons.

“I- no it's fine, it's just we're gonna go through the city and the papers for the Fae ban still haven't been found, what if someone flips out?”

“So what? You're only a few paces behind the king and a personal friend no less, everyone with a brain can see you're part of the group”

He was right, if someone did decide to attack they would be really stupid, still i moved to be more in the middle of the convoy while Robin chattered Rikaads ear off.

“What are you doing here anyway? I didn't see you at the gate?”

He just tilted his head in that weirdly birdlike manner.

“Well i just wanted to see what boat you went on, assuming it's the one you'll come back with i can see it from high above and swoop down to be the first to greet you when you come back!”

“You want to jumpscare someone don't you?”

“Yes”

He was a bit extra sometimes,  but it was nice he wanted to wish us a good journey.

He walked next to me on the way to the docks and asked me if the Logos book was all good and if I had already written to Fable as well as a lot of other meaningless stuff until we reached the dock.

I knew what he was doing, he was distracting me from paying attention to the city and its residents, which worked and I was thankful for it.

Thanks to this I was managing to avoid any major nervousness while walking through the streets.

We soon arrived at the harbor, where tons of big ships were anchored.

I did have to admire the handwork on them, building something so big that not only floated on water but also managed to transport goods and even people was something to be proud of in my opinion.

I wondered what the captain was like.

After arriving Oakley said he had to go back,  which he did after circling all of the boats like an overgrown seagull.

I quickly found my way to Rikaad and Robin,  who oversaw the last stuff for the journey being put on the Boat.

Lookin at it I saw that it was a tree mast giant sailboat with the name Victory Rose painted in stylized letters on the front.

“That's probably the biggest ship I've ever seen! 

Are we really gonna go on that?”

Rikaad nodded, pointing at a few crates that were being loaded onto it with the help of a crane.

“After they are done loading up we can go on as well, you can wander the Harbor a bit but please stay close, i don't want any of you to stay behind on accident”

We both nodded at him and Robin jumped down from the big barrel he sat on.

“Okay! I wanna see the outside of the ship! It's really pretty!”

I had to agree on that, the wood used was dark and dense with the red accents and the painted railings that resemble rose stalks.

“Yeah, really good CraftsmanSHIP on that”

It took a good second for them to get the, in my opinion, really bad, joke but when they did Robin laughed heartily and Rikaad had a rare smile on his face.

Really? 

The joke was bad but I wasn't complaining if it gave them a tiny bit of joy.

While Rikaad oversaw the crates and stuff with some experts, Robin and I walked the length of the ship to look at the thing we would spend at least a few days on.

I had to admit that it really was one of the biggest structures that wasn't a house or something that i had ever seen, heck i could probably fit on the deck in my Ardua form multiple times!

I wondered if the captain would mind that? Then again I was heavier as an Ardua, by a lot and I didn't wanna sink it.

It wasn't long after that when we were all called to come stand next to Rikaad so we could go on the Boat.

We rushed over to him and picked up our bags again, then we were ready to walk up the wooden plank that served as a bridge to the deck.

The thing looked stupidly steep though in my opinion so I held onto Robin who had a tendency to trip over his own feet while we walked onboard.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[standfortheangels]

[MY TIME FOR QUESTIONS HAS COME!!! for milo!! >:DDD it was honestly so hard not to send like…..all the questions for him -w-;;]

4. How easy is it to earn their trust? 5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

A) Why are you excited about this character? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

[Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators]

(Honestly bud I wouldn't stop you, I'm so jazzed to finally have my lil sweetboi on here >w>)

4- How easy is it to earn their trust? Fairly. He kind of gives everyone the same default level of trust, which, is pretty high tbh. There is deeper trust that still needs time to form, but even that, probably happens a little faster than is sensible. But, you know, he's inexperienced, still a little bit naive. Of course, some things he won't trust to others... if his family told him not to. Because there's no-one he could trust more than them.

5- How easy is it to earn their mistrust? The last answer may give this away, but, not very! He still doubts at, I would say, a normal level, but he's the type to try to brush those doubts away. Even in an extreme situation, he wants to believe, and to trust, he often searches for a way to explain it that doesn't mean having to face that. But once he's lost trust in someone. Actually lost it. It... would take a HELL of a lot to change again.

15- How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? Well, Milo knows that different places and people have their own customs and he is a guest in their spaces, so he's pretty careful, he tries to make sure he's not going to offend them. But, he's also a fairly open book. So if he does stop and think about what to say, it'll be pretty clear- often he'll even sort of run through his thought process out loud~

32- Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? I think I'd have to play him a lil bit to get the best feel for this, though I'm not sure he'd be great at putting jokes together, and he'd prefer to hear others' stories- which vary based on who he asks- than his own. I think if he tried to tell the same story everywhere he went, he'd get bored of it fairly quickly. My thinking so far is that he'd probably prefer to tell stories about the last place he visited, wherever that happened to be. I mean, even if he's telling people about the next town over, it's all new and exciting to him~

A) Why are you excited about this character? I suppose the biggest reason is, he was the first proper character I ever made and wrote as, and I missed him! A lot in his background and story have changed, but now, he's back- and I think he'll get to have way more fun and more freedom after the reboot than his previous iteration did.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? Hmm... I do love Milo as a character, and as a person if he were real. And if we only met occassionally, as part of something else, I think the answer would be yes from both sides. But I feel like if it were a few hours focused on each other, he'd tire me out, and he'd either not know what to do or try too hard to help and not want to leave? And if he visited too often, I'd run out of stories and, not have enough of a life to make new ones fast enough to keep up, and he'd just be awkwardly trying to engage some other way, not really knowing what to say or do. So yeah, if we imagine more of like 'my child/nephew/neice's friend who comes over after school or at weekends sometimes, great, awesome! But actual one-on-one direct friends probably wouldn't work, though it wouldn't be us disliking each other or anything.

[shadamyheadcanons]

Hi! I wondered if I might ask, what makes you ship shadamy? I've seen your posts about why you don't ship sonamy, but none about why you do ship shadamy. I'm sure that you already have a post or two on the subject. I just haven't found it/them yet. I would love it if you could leave a link to them for me. I would honestly appreciate it! PS: I loved your Halloween shadamy head cannons.

To be honest, no one’s ever straight-up asked, which was always fine with me; I have trouble narrowing things like this down. It’s tempting to just give up and vaguely gesture at the whole blog, but I think I can do better than just that. For those who want a quick answer, the most concise explanation is probably this post about how they’d resolve arguments. More details can be found under the cut. It’s a long post, though.

I was about Amy’s age when I first played Sonic Adventure 2. I saw a sweet, cute girl accidentally latch onto a supposedly “evil” guy...who surprisingly made no effort to push her away, instead responding with a smirk in his first moment of true gentleness. And I was immediately smitten. As the game continued, Shadow fascinated me, and I felt real pain at seeing Amy cast aside and ignored by her friends. And then someone finally listened to her, finally valued her input, and it was the same conflicted, complex guy as before. She had such an effect on him that she moved him to tears and inspired him to save the world in a moving sacrifice. It was the most powerful moment I’d ever seen in a Sonic game.

Over the years, my love for these two never waned. I found myself wondering time and time again why they never interacted. It may have been what sparked my strong preference for the Serious Character X Sunshine Character trope, with a hint of Bad Boy X Good Girl to boot.

As I grew older, my thoughts on romance matured along with me, and it really struck me just how perfect these two are for each other. I can finally put it into words.

They’re compelling partly because of their similarities. To me, Shadow and Amy are the most passionate characters in this franchise. They are dedicated enough not just to be heroic, but they’ll reach the point of anger in their desire to protect their loved ones. They’re the first to stand up when others are mistreated, and they’d do so for each other in a heartbeat. Shadow does this for Amy in Headcanon #284, and Amy does the same for him in Headcanon #223. They’re also steadfast and stubborn enough to stand up to each other when one of them goes too far, even in situations where other characters would back down. Both of them *need* someone that stubborn in their lives.

It’s because they’re on the same level that they’d connect so well. I’m passionate myself, so I know from experience that it’s validating and wonderful when your partner matches and appreciates your efforts and feels just as strongly as you about injustice. Amy in particular has been told many times to calm down, but he’d never say that to her. Headcanon #64 demonstrates this well. She could recognize and appreciate his own personal brand of dedication. Headcanon #76 proves how. Most people wouldn’t think of Shadow as a particularly romantic person, but she’s open-minded and sees romance everywhere. She’d be touched by his efforts.

Their differences would compliment each other extremely well, too. Shadow’s lost a lot and can be overly protective of his loved ones, while Amy can be unusually clingy. Is that not a perfect combination? Headcanon #90 goes into this.

Shadow and Amy’s connection stands out because they don’t interact in the same way with anyone else. Amy can always get through to Shadow on a level no one else can match. He’s already weak to her, even with their limited screentime together. She steers him in the right direction. Following her always puts him on the right path, one that leads to his own fulfillment. Her effect on him is deep and impactful. He’s feared by humans and mostly left alone, but here’s this girl who always unfailingly believes in him and seeks him out. In Sonic Battle, she gets legitimately angry at Rouge for not telling her where Shadow is.

How many characters make such a point of reaching out to him? The fact that they know so little about each other only makes this stand out more.

He tends to be nicer to her than he is with other characters, too. After he helps Amy rescue Cream in Cryptic Castle in Shadow the Hedgehog, he warns her to be careful, a surprisingly soft statement coming from him in a game where he’s at his “edgiest.” Headcanon #273 and Headcanon #249 explore how I think this could extend to their relationship.

For Amy’s part, there’s only one person she treats like she treats Shadow.

And it’s Sonic. Of course it’s Sonic. Her “beloved.”

See that interaction up there where she interrogates someone because she’s so desperate to find Shadow? Who else does she do that with?

See how she looks at Shadow at the end of ShTH?

Does that look familiar? It should.

Everything Amy loves about Sonic is something Shadow has, too. Courage. Heroism. Selflessness. Shadow’s got it.

The only difference? Shadow isn’t afraid of commitment. Sonic’s evasiveness has consistently been a source of frustration, even pain, for Amy. Meanwhile, Shadow is a steady, fiercely loyal, committed man who’d appreciate a solid relationship. He already has a steady job, and with all the hell and turmoil he’s been through, I can’t help but feel he’d be happiest with something real and stable with someone who’s always, always had faith in him. The guy could use some consistency in his life, and helping and protecting ordinary people is what he’s built for and makes him happy. He’d love to come home to her at the end of the day. Headcanon #174 details this well.

It’s clear from Sonic Battle that Amy wants kids someday, and Shadow’s good with kids. Not only did he help to rescue Cream in ShTH, but Charmy thinks he’s great and sees him as a role model. It’s a rare gift to effortlessly get a kid to think you’re cool and worth looking up to. Sonic can do this, too, but it’s more in an older brother/mentor kind of way. That’s very different from being a dad. You have to be very present to be a parent, something I personally feel Shadow would be better at. Sonic may be an exciting person, but I think as Amy gets older, she’ll find she’s much happier in the arms of someone who wants to be there and values consistency the way she does, and when she figures that out, her dark hero will be waiting for her. Headcanon #188 and Headcanon #224 force her to really think about this.

So...yeah. There are so many things only they can do for each other that I really can’t put them with anyone else, so many levels they’d connect on.

Past that...my earlier headcanons were far simpler than the giant stories I churn out now. I think they got across my reasoning more effectively. I’ve recently given all my headcanons a proper tag, so anyone who wants to read them in chronological order can do so with this link.

Unfortunately, that link will only work on desktop because tumblr’s just like that. If you’re on mobile, you’ll have to either open that link in your browser or go in the usual backwards order with this link.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Oblivious

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Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Request: One where Tony is trying to reveal the reader he is in love with her because she isn’t getting the hints (romantic dates, doing team work with her in missions, denied to go out an party when she prefer to stay resting at the compound) things like that.Maybe revealing it when Tony is injured instead of her because he move her or something like that.

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It was so humiliating and new for him. Tony had never dealt with this before—never felt this way before. He was absolutely, head-over-heals, in love with you but you were completely obvious to it. The billionaire was used to women throwing themselves at him, not having to try very hard to get the girl he wanted. Until you.

From the moment you joined the team, Tony knew he was a goner. Your kindness towards everyone—towards him; how your smile could light up the darkest room. The fact that the two of you worked so well when you were paired up on missions, even though Tony was distracted by your grace as you fought and making sure you were save. 

Tony used to insist on being solo on missions, that he didn’t need a partner. Until you came along and he didn’t want to ever not work with you. The team thought that it was extremely strange and caught on to Tony’s feelings pretty fast after that, all but you. You were so incredibly clueless, they all found it so amusing.

You two were becoming close friends, but you would fail to pick up on any of the hints that Tony would drop you. Like special date nights he would arrange. Like the one time he bought you two matching pjs, decorated the movie room, and bought enough food to feed an army. You two cuddled as you forced him to watch your favorite movie. Once the movie was over you kissed his cheek and told him that he was a great friend. It hurt Tony slightly, he didn’t want to just be a great friend. He wanted to be more than that to you. 

So he didn’t give up. He did dates out at restaurants and events. He took you places and bought you things. Tony remember your favorite things and had them secretly stashed away for when you weren’t having the best of days. He even missed out on one of his own parties once because you were sick and he couldn’t bare to leave you home alone.

Honestly, Tony didn’t know what else to do besides straight up telling you his feelings. But he wasn’t that type of man. He also wasn’t the type to give up easily, which caused him to, sometimes painfully, keep trying.

“Hey, Stark,” Steve greeted as he walked into the common living space of the compound. 

“Hey,” Tony muttered, too busy staring at you and Natasha as you trained out on the grounds together.

Steve couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle as he took out a water bottle from the fridge and headed over to where Tony was standing. “When are you going to tell her that you’re in love with her?”

“When I know she feels the same.”

“And how do you know if you don’t talk about those feelings? Especially since she’s so oblivious.” Tony’s jaw clenched. “You’re going to need to tell her sooner or later.”

Tony’s head whipped in Steve’s direction. “Why? Do you know something I don’t? Is someone else going after her beca—“

“Woah, woah, woah, Stark. Calm down. No one else is after her.” Tony let out a brief breath of relief. “Well… no one on the team. But I did hear a few agents discussing how they would like to ask her out and might do it the next time you through a party.”

“That’s not going to happen because Y/N always goes to my parties with me.”

“Yes… but do you actually ask her? Or do you just buy her a matching dress to your tie and have her on your arm all night?”

“Of course I—“ Steve’s stare stopped Tony. “Well, I talk to her and she doesn’t say no. So I—“

“So you just assume she’ll go with you but you don’t know if she actually wants to?”

“Stop messing with my head Rogers!” Tony pulled at his hair. “I’m not going to tell her that I love her because I’m not willing to lose her if she doesn’t feel the same way!” The now frustrated man turned away from his teammate and stormed out.

~~~

You grunted as you blocked the hit Natasha tried to give you before you went for her knees. Natasha jumped back and then kicked her leg up. You grabbed it and used it to throw her to the ground. As you went to go pin her, Nat’s legs swept under yours, knocking you to the ground beside her. The two of you laid there for a few silent seconds, just focusing on calming your breathing.

“So..” Natasha rolled herself over to face you. “How are you and Tony doing?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that question. “Nat, you know that there’s no me and Tony.”

“Coulda fooled the rest of us.”

“Just because we’re like really good friend—okay like, best friends, doesn’t mean we’re a couple.”

“Do you want to be?”

“I… I don’t know… like, he’s attractive and when I can get him to laugh, like actually laugh, it’s one of the best sounds. And how he just happens to have a basket of my favorite things ready for me before I even tell him that it’s been a bad day is amazing. Oh and how—“

Natasha shook her head as she chuckled. “You’re so in love with him.”

You sat up, staring down at her. “I am not.”

“You so are.” Natasha pushed herself up onto her feet. “Just like he is you.”

“Wait, what?” You scrambled up after Nat as she began walking towards the compound. “Tony’s not in love with me. That’s impossible.”

Nat threw back her head in laughter. “You’re so oblivious, Y/N.”

“I’m not oblivious! I’ve never been! If anyone on the team is oblivious, that would be Thor.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N.”

“Natasha just hang on. I want to know—“

Alarms began blaring throughout the compound, the lights dimming to red. With a brief glance at one another, you and Natasha were sprinting down the hall towards the hanger. Clint joined you, coming at you from another hallway.

“What’s going on?” You shouted over the alarms.

“HYDRA’s at the gates!” Clint shouted back. “There’s a few hundred of them, tanks and everything.”

“Time to suit up then.”

After suiting up, the whole team currently at the compound (Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and yourself) met up in the hanger bay.

“Bruce will stay in the compound keeping FRIDAY up and running as well as leading the med team,” Steve informed. “Everyone else, partner up and let's get these guys off our doorstep.”

“Ay, ay, Captain,” you joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Alright, head out.”

Tony was at your side before you could even move to look for him. “You ready?” He wondered, making FRIDAY make sure you were all suited up from behind his mask.

“Always,” you smiled at him. “You?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go kick some HYDRA ass then.”

Tony picked you up and flew out to the battlefield. You were shooting at HYDRA thugs before your feet landed on solid ground. Tony took back to the sky, trying not to be too worried about you. Besides, he could do his best protecting from having a better view from above.

It seemed like hours before the HYDRA agents begin thinning out. You were growing tired but you knew you couldn’t stop until every last one of them were taken out. 

“How are you down there, Y/N?” Tony wondered. He was worried since he had gone a little further from you than he would have liked due to the others needing help.

“I’m okay,” you responded, taking another agent out. “I will definitely ne— AH!”

Between being tired, talking to Tony, and taking out an agent, you had failed to notice an agent behind you. The agent shot directly at the backside of your right knee. You collapsed onto the ground in an extreme amount of pain.

“Y/N!” A chorus of voices shouted through the comm in your ear. But no one louder than Tony.

Tony turned to fly to you, and just in time too. Three agents were headed your way. 

“FRIDAY, I need you to push the thrusters,” he ordered. “We need to get to Y/N. Now!”

FRIDAY did as she was commanded and before he knew it, the agents going to attack you were dead. Tony knelt beside you, his helmet disappearing into his suit. Your face was contorted into one full of pain with blood gushing from the bullet that went straight through your knee.

“Hang on, Y/N, I’m going to—UGH!” Tony fell backwards as a large EMP hit him, sort circuiting his suit. “FRIDAY? FRIDAY, get me out of this suit.” FRIDAY let him out of the suit just before the second EMP hit. “Cap,” Tony called as he crawled over to you. You clearly weren’t registering what was happening around you due to the pain. “Cap, can you read me?” Nothing. “Shit.” He knelt over you, not knowing what to do exactly. “Y/N? I need you to respond to me, honey.” All you could do was whimper as tears streamed down your face. “I’m going to get you to Bruce, okay?” Just—“ 

A gun shot rang out, causing Tony’s head to snap in its direction. It was from a HYDRA agent up in a tree near by and it was named at you. Before Tony could even really think, he lunged forward. Putting himself in between you and the bullet. He cried out as the bullet hit him in the chest, wear his arc reactor used to rest. He landed on top of you as Sam flew in took out the agent in the tree. The rest of the team wasn’t far behind as they had quickly finished off the rest of the agents, with the SHIELD agents beginning the clean up.

“No,” Wanda gasped at the sight of Tony, bleeding out on top of you as your knee (which had forced your leg into an unnatural position) was bleeding as well.

“Vision, grab Tony and fly him to Bruce,” Steve ordered.

“Of course,” Vision responded, not wasting anytime with taking Tony carefully in his arms and flying him to the compound.

“Sam, grab Y/N.”

“On it,” Sam said, coming over to your side. He paused before grabbing you, noticing that the blood that now covered your torso wasn’t your own.

“Tony,” you cried out as he picked you up.

“I’m not Tony, sweetheart. It’s Sammy. But I promise to take care of you like Tony would.” 

It was breaking his heart to see you in so much pain, calling out for someone that you clearly didn’t realize was critically injured. Sam quickly flew you to the med bay, where they had already taken Tony to the operating room and were ready and waiting for you. As a team surrounded you, pushing Sam away from you, he noticed Bruce standing not too far away. The man was staring at the doors that separated the rest of the med bay from the operation rooms. There was blood on the doctor’s hands, and Sam had a guess whose it was.

“Bruce? Are you okay?” Sam asked as he walked up to the man. “Is Tony—“

“It’s really bad, Sam,” Bruce’s voice was shaking as his eyes remained glued on the doors. “He… he might now make it.”

“Stark is strong. He won’t go easily. Especially not knowing if Y/N is okay.”

“Y/N.” Bruce turned around. “I need to—“

“What you need to do is wash your hands. If you go over there, and Y/N somehow notices the blood, she’ll freak.”

“Does she know?”

Sam shook his head. “Doesn’t seem that way.”

“And her knee?”

“Not looking good.”

“Then I have to go over there.” Bruce pushed passed Sam as the rest of the team came running in.

“Where are they?” / “How are they?” / “Is Tony alive?”

Bruce ignored them all as he finally moved to see your knee. He didn’t need scans to know that it was completely shattered. That you would need a knee replacement if reconstruction wouldn’t work. It was going to be a long time before you ever saw field work again, if ever.

“Get another operation room prepped,” Bruce ordered.

“Already done,” a nurse responded. “And the doctors are scrubbing in now.”

“Good. Let’s get her back there.” Bruce and the medical staff began pushing your bed towards the doors to the operation rooms.

“Bruce,” Steve called, causing the man to pause. “What do we do?”

“Just wait. I’ll let you know as soon as there’s something to know.”

Bruce and the medical staff disappeared through the doors. Wanda and Vision were holding each other, with Natasha and Clint doing the same thing.

“They’re going to be okay,” Wanda whispered. “They have to be.”

~~~

The waiting room was extremely tense in the hours it had been since Bruce disappeared with you. They hadn’t heard a thing about you or Tony. To say that they were wondered would be an understatement. Bucky, Scott, Thor, and Rhodey had arrived not too long ago to help with the clean up and to wait for news as well. T’Challa and Shuri were on their way with the Wakanda medical team and supplies.

None of the team that had fought had taken off their uniforms, unable to go very far. Each afraid of missing any news that may come. Wanda and Vision were still holding each other, hovering just off the ground in the corner. Rhodey, Clint, Thor, and Bucky were all sitting, with Natasha laying next to Clint with her head in his lap. Scott, unable to sit still, was bringing around drinks and snacks for every one. Steve was pacing as Sam was leaned up against the wall, observing everyone.

“What if—“

“No,” Thor cut off Bucky. “No what ifs. They are both going to be fine.”

“But… how horrible would it be if Tony died without telling Y/N that he loves her?”

“Or Y/N telling him that she loves him?” Natasha said softly. “She may be oblivious, but she’s as crazy about him as he is about her.”

“This can’t be the end to their story,” Thor said, shaking his head. 

“Not every story gets a happy ending,” Rhodey murmured.

Everyone in that room jumped up at the sound of the door opening. Bruce, clearly tired, trudged into the waiting room. Every set of eyes on him, all filled with extreme worry.

“Y/N’s surgery is ending, but they’re keeping her in the operating room because Shuri is almost here with her team,” Bruce told them, carefully.

“Does that mean…” Steve couldn’t even finish his own sentence.

Bruce looked down at his feet briefly before answering. “We couldn’t save her knee.” Everyone in the room couldn’t breath for a second. “She also lost a surprising amount of blood. So, even after Shuri is done with her, she’ll be out for a while. Besides… I don’t want to wake her yet.”

“Because of Tony?” Rhodey questioned. “How’s it looking?”

“He’s coded… multiple times… and he lost a lot of blood as well… still losing it, actually.”

“He’s still on the table?” Clint asked.

“Yes,” Bruce nodded. “The team is doing their best and Shuri already has a team ready to step in when the arrive… he’s still touch and go… there’s no way of knowing yet if he’ll survive.”

The room grew solemn, still. Eerily so.

“We should make sure that when they wake up, they don’t have to worry about anything,” Sam suggested, trying to get the team to do something other than sit and worry.

“Like what?” Thor wondered.

“Oversee the clean up; contact a physical therapist, cause they both might need one; call a psychologist, cause they’ll need that too; make sure their rooms are clean and their laundry is done; do the grocery shopping; make sure the guest rooms are in order for the Wakandan medical staff and anyone else who may need one.”

“Those are great ideas, Sam,” Steve said, offering him a small smile. “Lets team up and get some things done.”

~~~

Shuri and her medical team came ready with plans for both of the injured Avengers. Shuri explained the plans to Bruce and put him in charge of your care while she would be in charge of Tony’s. The young genius had put together a prototype vibranium knee for you and felt confident enough in Bruce to over see its placement properly. Her plan for Tony was to keep him alive. And there was no better way to do that than with Wakanda medicine and technology.

You were out of surgery and in a private room almost two hours after the Wakandans arrival. Each Avenger had been given a shift to watch over you, so that when you woke, you wouldn’t be alone. Steve was first. He sat at your beside, softly reading your favorite book aloud to you. Because his eyes were focused on the pages on the book, he didn’t see you move at first. It was the groan that escaped your lips that caught his attention finally. 

“Y/N?” He said quietly. “It’s okay.” He took your hand in his. “I’m here.”

“Tony?” You rasped, eyes blinking to adjust to the lighting.

Steve’s heart clenched. “No, it’s Steve.”

“Steve… where’s…” you paused to swallow. “Where’s Tony?”

“Y/N—“

“Cause I had this dream… it was… awful. Tony jumped in front of a bullet meant for me… tell me that wasn’t real.”

“Y/N…”

“No.” You shook your head. “Please tell me that he’s not—“

“Shuri and her team are still with him in surgery.”

Tears fell down your cheeks. “He shouldn’t have done that… how bad is he?”

Steve sighed. “He’s coded a few times, the last I heard. But that was before Shuri and her team got here. We haven’t heard anything since.”

“And… my knee?”

“Shuri made you a brand new vibranium knee. You’re going to be out of the game for awhile, but Shuri and Bruce both think that you’ll be able to fight again.”

“…okay… Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let me be alone.”

“You won’t be alone. Ever.”

~~~

It was three more hours before Tony was out of surgery. Shuri told everyone that he needed time to wake as his body had just endured something very traumatic. It took a lot of tears and a good puppy dog face, but you convinced everyone to move your bed into Tony’s room so that you could be near him. You wanted to be with him when he woke up, you wanted to hear the machine making sure his heart was still beating.

Scott was the one you convinced to move your bed right up to Tony’s. You were then able to grab his rough hand and push your fingers through his.

“Why?” You whispered. “Why would you jump in front of me?” You thumb ran across the back of Tony’s hand. 

“Because that’s what people do for the people they love,” Tony rasped, slowly opening his eyes to look at you.

“You… you love me?”

“Of course… how could I not? I do feel like I’ve tried to let you know.”

“Tony… I love you too.”

“If I had the energy or didn’t just have surgery on my chest, I would totally be kissing you right now.”

You giggled as you pulled his hand up and kissed the back of it. “Well, that’s going to have to do for now.”

“You planning on letting my hand go anytime soon?”

“Not a chance.”

“Good.”

[harryhoney-bee]

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#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

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Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

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“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[slasherhaven]

Hi, I have been following your blogs and really love them lol. If it's not a bother, I would like to place an order with Micheal Myers. The reader is Mike's new nurse and she is super caring and loving to Mike. Unlike the other staff, she treats him normal, even bringing him candy and she's not afraid to confront him. She even makes a mask to wear with him. How would he react? Especially after escaping from the sanatorium.

Michael Myers with a Caring Nurse Future S/O:

Nurses come and go all the time. Schedules change, most get scared off. It happens, and it never bothered Michael. He didn’t remember their names or anything, sometimes he would remember which ones seemed more nervous, the meaner ones, but he just didn’t care all that much. It’s not like he ever cooperated anyway.

So, when you came along, his new nurse, he didn’t even blink at the unfamiliar face. Admittedly, he was a little surprised when you spoke to him, not that he showed it.

You had told him that you were assigned to him, that you would be the only nurse working with him from now on. You said something about treatment being more effective and experiences being better when patients worked with the same members of staff rather than a different face everyday. 

But you both knew that it was more because you were the only nurse brave enough to offer to be assigned to Michael. In all honesty, you had felt a little disgusted by how Michael was treated and talked about. Yes, he was intimidating and had the capability to be extremely violent but he was docile for the most part, he had never lashed out at a nurse or any other member of staff. He had been here since he was a child, he was here for treatment, and how could he ever get better if nobody was willing to help?

And so, you became his designated nurse.

Michael paid you no mind at first, watching you closely whenever you were in his room but never acknowledging you when you spoke or did anything. You still spoke to him, greeting him with a smile, asking him how he was even though you never got a response. 

Something that he quickly noticed was that you were speaking to him, rather than avoiding eye contact, remaining silent, and shuffling around, practically cowering from him. No, instead you spoke, you smiled, you looked at him without fear. Michael didn’t care all that much about people but he could notice that you were treating him like he was normal, whether that was kind of you or just foolish. 

He knew what was different about you. You cared. You were here because you wanted to help people, because you cared about people, even those that everyone else saw as monsters or beyond help.

Then you started bringing candy. You had held your palm out, offering him one but he didn’t move. You weren’t phased, you just left them in his room for him. And when you returned, you took the empty candy wrappers, smiling and asking if he liked them. He didn’t respond but he ate them all so you assumed he did, so you kept bringing them.

Finally, after so long of getting no responses, you started getting silent responses. Nods and shakes of the head. So, you asked ‘yes or no’ questions, and he responded to each. However, he would just remain still if somebody else was around.

He seemed to become used to having you around, leaving you be when you were nearby, letting you accompany him around the sanatorium. In fact, he was starting to prefer it when you were there. You were the one person who didn’t speak about him like he wasn’t in the room.

Michael had always worn a mask, so you weren’t ever unsettled by it. He made them out of paper Mache since that was all he was allowed, that wasn’t a threat even in his hands. He had allowed you to join him one day, the two of you making masks in a content silence.

Other members of staff were amazed that you had stuck around for so long, they were even more amazed when you confessed that you weren’t even scared of the man. To be fair, he had never done anything to you that made you think you were in direct danger.

Michael was more confused than anyone else by your kindness. You were the first person he had been allowed to form an attachment too, and to his surprise a bond had started to be forged.

But then everything changed. Michael escaped the sanatorium.

You were sad to see him go, mostly because he wouldn’t be getting any help (thought the help he was getting was questionable in the first place), and you had no idea what he was going to do out in the world. Would he have anywhere to go? Would he be safe?....would he hurt someone?

Even after being locked up nearly his whole life, Michael is smart and resourceful. He had gotten hurt while escaping and knew that he needed to find somebody who would help him, somebody who had been helping him for a long time now. He needed to find you.

And so he did.

It was the middle of the night and you were at home, sleeping, when you heard movement coming from downstairs. You cautiously headed down the stairs, scared about the obvious intruder in your home.

“Michael?” you weren’t sure how to react at all when you saw the familiar man standing in your living room.

He doesn’t speak, he just shows you his wound. You’re not that type of nurse but you have basic training, you knew what to do. And you did want to help him, so you guided him to your bathroom and started to patch him up.

Of course, you had been afraid when you saw him. He escaped the sanatorium and cam to your home but he had never given you any personal reason to fear him before and when you saw he was hurt, instincts just took over to help him.

You aimed to get him to go back to the sanatorium. If he went back by his own free will, they would be much easier on him when he returned but right now the police were after him. You never voiced him to him, not yet, you knew he wouldn’t like it.

As you tended to his wounds, you had no idea what Michael was thinking or what he was planning.

You were useful, helpful. He liked you. He definitely wasn’t going back to the sanatorium but he also didn’t plan on letting you get away. He might have found it amusing, your soft features looking up at him so kindly, not having a clue as to what he was planning.

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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[sohin-ace]

Abbachio - Hangover

You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.

It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.

And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.

You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.

You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.

You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.

Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.

"... Leone?"

The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.

You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.

You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.

"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."

No response.

With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.

Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.

You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.

You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.

You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.

It wasn't enough, for you.

"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.

Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.

Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.

You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.

"Uugh... Hhmmm..."

"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."

"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.

He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.

You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.

You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.

He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?

You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.

Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.

You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.

You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.

"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."

He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.

"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.

Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.

"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.

Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.

" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."

You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.

Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.

You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.

"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."

You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.

You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.

"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.

You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.

You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.

You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.

When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.

"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."

He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.

Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.

He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.

'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'

Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.

Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.

God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.

"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."

He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.

But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.

Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.

He deserved at least that.

[bigskydreaming]

Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative. 

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

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Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?