#please just let me have an unclear device

[gigglingabouteverything]

As the weather gets warmer and summer approaches, there's one thing I find myself really appreciating about Fallen London — Failbetter has, quite accurately, made the biggest villain in their whole setting the Sun.

[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .8

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: Stuck with Kayn.

Sterile light bounced off of the white walls into your waking vision, you felt blinded, having to shield your eyes with your forearm as you sat up from the medical bed. Only, your wrists were restricted with an all too familiar feeling. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness you were pissed to see that indeed you were cuffed with the same shackles you wore the last time you were held on the Fractal Shear.

Looking around you figured you were in the medical bay of the mother ship. It was a very large white room with an abundance of beds and equipment. Compared to the Morningstar the Fractal Shears was way more advanced in medical technology.

It seems that one of the Medic A.I bots had patched you up, your scythe wounds and bruises have been sterilized and dressed. Kayn was keeping you alive, but why?

No one else was in the Medic Bay, only the various robotic aids accompanied you in the room. You were left to your own devices. Hurridley you checked your wrist but as you feared your holo watch was stripped from you, preventing you from contacting your friends.

Dammit, what now? What was your next move from here? As you were wondering exactly that a set of proud strides approached your room. Looking up you watched as the frosted glass doors slid open revealing the Ordinal himself behind them.

You brace yourself as the ordinal begins his stride towards you, the sound of his heavy footsteps punctuating the silence that surrounds you. Upon seeing you, the ordinal's gaze hardens as he stops just a few meters in front of you, his expression stony and his jaw set. You try to sit up straighter, making sure to appear as imposing and confident as you can, despite the circumstances.

Kayn looked absolutely menacing, a deadly mix of confidence and arrogance that radiated off of him. You could see the sharp gaze of his one visible eye as it scanned over you, studying you from every angle. What he was thinking was unclear, the reason he kept you alive, but it didn't look like an act of kindness.

"You haven't made a pathetic escape attempt. That's a first".

"I'm just biding my time".

Kayn chuckles darkly as if let in on an inside joke you weren't privy to. "Borrowed time darling, the clock is ticking".

You fown at Kayn's implication. "What do you mean by that?"

Kayn's dark smirk stretches into a mischievous grin. "Currently we are traveling back to Demaxia_Alpha. When we arrive I will exchange you for the templar."

You shoot Kayn a skeptical look, a swell of smug confidence beginning to rise within you. "Oh really? You actually think Yasuo would actually give up Sona for me?"

"Oh, I know he will, because it's already been arranged." Kayn chides, his chest puffing out pridefully as he tilts his head upwards to glare down at you like a snob.

"That's the shittiest lie I've heard you bluff yet."

"Oh, but it's true because I wagered an offer that drunken captain could never refuse."

"And what would that be?"

"All charges regarding the murder of his brother Yone will be lifted, along with a handsome reward will be paid for their cooperation. I'll enroll that loyal dog Malphite into the most prestigious medical school in the galaxy and that girl Jinx will get a large shipment of the empire's finest weaponry to do with as she pleases. As for the Templar, I promised to not evaporate all of the Templar orders situated throughout the galaxy and you get to live."

You stare at Kayn in disbelief. "And you honestly think they believe you?"

"It doesn't matter whether or not they believe me. I can most definitely make all of those promises come true with the snap of a finger that's the power of an Ordinal."

As you let his words sink in, an overwhelming sense of dread began to wash over you. Perhaps he was right about Yasuo being eager enough to trade a single hostage for all of those things.

You had your doubts that they didn't take Kayn seriously, only Sona seemed the most determined to stop him from opening the Ora gates. The others ran around the galaxy on the run from the Ordinal rather than trying to put a stop to him.

But surely your friends know better, they must have a plan to con Kayn. Yes! An ambush where you could escape from the Ordinal and keep Sona out of his clutches. You just had to play along until it was the right time to strike.

"Oh and before you think of trying anything at the exchange just know that you and your friends will be instantly executed."

The ordinal grins at you smugly as your eyes widen in disbelief. He continues to brag about his power and position with an arrogant confidence that is almost suffocating; you don't know what to say about the absurd situation he has put you in. You clench your bound hands tightly, the shackles digging into your wrists and the dread of the situation settling into a sickening feeling in your stomach.

"Your delusions of grandeur never cease to amaze me; you know that, right?" You snap back, trying to maintain some grip on the situation by fighting back against his arrogance.

Kayn's eyebrows raise as you continue to challenge his pride, causing you to feel a small wave of confidence as you refuse to bow down to his arrogance. His smug smirk falters slightly as he studies you intensely, seeming to ponder whether or not to make an outburst.

Instead of letting your response get through to him, the ordinal responds with a smug look. He simply laughs the comment off. "Oh darling you have no idea what true delusion is if you think this is arrogance. I assure you this is mere confidence, no room left for doubt when you've achieved everything you set out to do. I can already see that fire in your eyes, you're plotting something aren't you?"

You roll your eyes at his attempt to instill fear in you, but as he says this, a small seed of worry begins to sprout in your mind. You had hoped they would have a plan to try and ambush the ordinal, yet what he just said seemed to imply that either he knew of such an attack and had already prepared for it, or they did not have any such plans. No...your friends would not let Kayn come off with the upper hand, they couldn't.

The trip back to Demaxia_Alpha was a three day flight meaning you were stuck with the Ordinal for three days too many. Surprisingly you weren't thrown into the prison, At first, you thought it was strange that he would let you roam the ship at all, considering he hates your guts with a passion, but you would soon realize why the ordinal has you here instead of in the prison...

You knew better than to cause havoc now, you were far too weak and still recovering from your last encounter with the Ordinal. It was best to bide your time until you could reunite with your friends on Demaxia_Aplha. Until then, it was up to you to be on your best behavior around Kayn...

The ordinal continues to watch you like a hawk, his eyes following you around with every step you take. With such a long flight, the silence has become suffocating...yet you can't help but let out a small smirk when you see the discomfort on his face. It almost seemed that he was growing anxious as well, a thought which brings you a small bit of satisfaction. At least you were irritating him back with your mere existence.

With three days to kill you were forced to be on the same ship as Kayn. The ordinal was confident to let you roam as a guest with your shackles constantly monitoring you. Fortunately, the Fractal Shear is large enough for you to get away from the Ordinal. Unfortunately for you, there wasn't much to do in the mother ship.

There was the Control center installed with an Admin, a Navigation system, and a manual cockpit the size of the Morningstar.

A communications/conference room laid out the longest glass table you had seen with your eyes lined with dozens of office chairs and massive mounted monitors and hologram screens. (You were unsuccessful at trying to contact the Morningstar).

A barracks facility to house the thousands of soldiers that were stationed with the Armada.

A giant cafeteria for soldier personnel only. (As it turns out, high superiority figures had their own separate dining area)

The engine room that powered this mother ship was divided into upper and lower segments along with requiring a huge reactor that was so hot that personnel were not allowed inside without fire proximity suits.

There was the medbay which was fully automated by top of the line A.I medicine bots.

A security office system with multiple rooms for surveillance and monitoring the internals of the ship.

Oxygen, Electricity and Water systems, training rooms for the soldiers this ship had it all. As you begin to explore the fractal shear, you quickly realize just how enormous this starship truly is. It's an astonishing feat of engineering, every room is carefully designed to maximize efficiency and power. You've never seen technology on this scale before, and it's certainly impressive. Yet, you can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer size of everything, and it's all so… sterile…

After exploring the entire ship you come to a realization that there is almost no way to avoid the relentless, overbearing presence of Kayn. Everywhere you go, there he is. Watching you with his cold glare, waiting for you to slip up and give him a reason to take action. You have to be careful not to do anything that would arouse his suspicion, or you may quickly regret it...

You and Kayn remain tense towards one another, neither of you speaking to the other outside of snarky retorts. The long hours of silence were deafening, it made you wonder whether or not you would make it out of this alive. Every moment felt like your last and there was no telling what the ordinal would actually do with you once they arrived.

There was definitely nothing that could compare to the constant dread and unease of having Kayn watching you and your every move. Your eyes met his numerous times, but you always tried to look away before things got too awkward. It felt like an inescapable standoff with little room for maneuvering. The only thing that somewhat eased your tension was exploring the ship, but as you were finished with that, your impatience began to grow.

It hadn't been one full day yet and you were done with Kayn constantly following you, as if you weren't constantly monitored by the stupid shackles.

"How did you do it?"

When you think that the silence can't get any more deafening, the ordinal suddenly speaks up. His words echo into your ears, catching you off guard as you are caught in the middle of examining something. A hint of boredom and irritation can be detected in his voice, yet there was an underlying layer of threat to it as well. As he speaks his eyes keep watching you intently, awaiting your response.

"Excuse me?"

Your words slip out before you can suppress them with a much harsher tone than you intended, unable to hold back your frustration at Kayn's constant presence. When he finally takes notice, your heart skips a beat, and your stomach drops. Damn it, was this finally it? Were your last seconds on this Earth? But to your surprise, Kayn seems more bored and irritated at you than the usual threatening.

"How was it that you are such an excellent spy? The Zuanite records show that you've been working as a powerplant janitor since you were 14 up till when we first encountered.

Unless you were a child soldier like myself I have no idea how you were skilled enough to pull off matching me in combat, especially without bio-mechanical enhancements or ora augmentations.

Or how you snuck through my Armada's guard, fooling us all with an unassuming facade, pretending to be some rebel wannabe when in actuality you were a spy working for the Morningstar all along."

You blink at Kayn bewildered. "You...think...I'm a spy?"

"I know you're a spy, look at you. You're using manipulative tactics to evade my questioning right now! But I have you figured out (y/n) I have you pinned, I have connected to dots."

You shake your head dismissing him with a smug chuckle "Far from it Kayn you don't know the first thing about me."

Your smug chuckle only seems to exacerbate his already growing irritation towards you. He grits his teeth as he seems unable to tear this mysterious spy persona you've put up.

"Prove me wrong." He states coldly, his eyes narrowing as if he expects you to fail the moment he says those words.

His arrogance knows no bounds as he waits for you to answer his challenge. In spite of the fact that his words are dripping with sarcasm, there is a sense of anticipation in his demeanor. It seems he is actually hoping for the opportunity to prove you wrong.

So you decided to start with divulging your backstory, albeit a concise version. From your traumatic childhood on your home planet to the struggle of making a living in Zaun while resenting the empire for it to how your antics as a mediocre rebel got you into joining the Morningstar AFTER your encounter with the Ordinal.

"So you were actually a rebel wannabe caught for tampering with one of my fleet ships. That wasn't some clever facade..."

You nod your head hoping to convince the Ordinal that his suspicions are false, but you can tell by the way he keeps looking at you that he isn't buying it. His piercing gaze and his sudden change in demeanor have you at a loss for words for a moment, you have no idea what to say to get yourself out of this and convince him otherwise. 

Kayn was unsure of whether to believe you or not, he used to pride himself on being an excellent judge of character but when it came to you he had his doubts. What if you were fooling him again? There was no way he was wrong all along right?

"That still leaves my questions regarding why you were skilled enough to rival me in a battle, if your story is true then you had zero training in combat yet you still managed to challenge me. Without any ora augmentations whatsoever."

"I have no fucking clue either Sherlock."

The fact that he continues to push this subject despite your responses made you wonder if he was just being stubborn or really couldn't accept your reasons. Kayn's brow furrows, concentrated in thought.

"what planet did you say you were from again?"

You never bothered mentioning the specific name of your home planet until now.

"Navori".

Kayn snaps his fingers as if clicking the pieces together.

"Ah yes, past the ring cluster, shares the same star system as Ionan. A barren wasteland now." The Ordinal mentions while opening his holo deck, searching through files of data.

"No thanks to your empire."

"The Demaxian empire has been rapidly expanding in the last generation, we need to continue harvesting ora to fuel our grand civilization," Kayn speaks not looking up from his holo deck.

"And you do so through draining planets dry, executing all life inhabiting it. It isn't ethical."

"It is for our survival."

You stare at Kayn disgruntled, Kayn was too stubborn to see how ruthless and destructive the empire had truly become.

A moment later Kayns green eye sparkles and he lets out an "aha". He turns to you motioning to a large text file he had pulled up on his holo deck. 

"Looks like your race was gifted in some unique abilities..."

As Kayn makes his discoveries, your own heart skips a beat and the realization of what he was alluding to dawns on you. You had never given any indication that your race had anything special, yet somehow he has figured it out.

"Don't think you're the center of the universe now, it's only a few advanced adaptions," Kayn warns his tone edged with annoyance. "You're just a mesomorph, with more strength and pain tolerance than most other humanoid races." The ordinal scrolls through some more data. "Looks like most Navoran tribes were excellent fighters due to their warrior culture...they would have made excellent soldiers for the empire."

"If only you didn't kill them all."

"Oh please they were savages, primitive beings with no sense of progression or technology."

"We were in harmony with our planet, we lived contently with nature and that's all we needed."

He seemed to be oblivious to the fact you and your people's way of life was much more peaceful in comparison to his own conquest. The thought that your small society was destroyed to make room for his empire made your blood boil. The thought of your people living in peace and harmony only to be slaughtered brutally by the empire for its greed seems to bring up an anger within you that has been simmering for some time.

Kayn noticed how your jaw and fists clenched in anger. "Oh no, looks like I've angered the primitive, you better not go all savage warrior on me."

The Ordinal was lucky you were both injured and in a situation where you were greatly outnumbered and a hostage for an exchange. In any other circumstance that asshole would be suffering the wrath of a 'savage primitive'.

Kayn watched as you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, your jaw and fists unclenching as you forced your body to calm down. It surprised him. The last time you were here on the Factal Shear as a convict you would have most certainly put up a fight. You were so reactive the first time you two met, now you were restraining yourself from lashing out. Because of what was on the line, Kayn had finally gotten you under his control, and that thrilled him.

The following two days back to Demaxia_Alpha were torture, purely because of how Kayn was insufferable both physically and mentally.

You tried to hide in your room but the Ordinal would not have it, you still had to use the bathroom or go to eat and whenever you did Kayn was always there in person watching you.

He clearly didn't trust you to not make a move, some sort of attempt to escape the Fractal Shear. Even though he had the highest security measures and surveillance on the ship along with a GPS on your shackles he still continued to personally monitor you. Totally invading your personal space and physically tormenting you with those damn restraining shackles you hated so much.

You did your best to ignore him, trying to make the most of your time onboard. Restricted to only walking around. How boring.

"This isn't some vacation, you are a glorified prisoner so be grateful you haven't been thrown into the cells."

You shot Kayn a look flipping him the middle finger which he refused to acknowledge.

That was the mental torture, how he constantly had to say something that always managed to tick you off. As if his racist remarks the previous day weren't enough to have you fantasizing about choking the life out of the Ordinal.

"At least in the cells, I wouldn't have to see your stupid face all the fucking time."

Kayn gives you a stern look. "Fine I'll grant your wish."

Well, shit.

And just like that, you found yourself taken to solidarity confinement. You had passed a few cells currently occupied by prisoners of various alien races, all beaten up and worn down. You took pity on them as they stared at you with an empty gaze, already broken before they could be transported to the jail located a few more planets away. You doubted they did anything actually criminal, the law enforcement within the empire was unstable and prejudiced.

At least now you had your peace and quiet away from Kayn, with an installed sink/toilet unit, shower, and a concrete bed you had all you needed for the remaining two days.

But without a window or no day/night lighting cycle you were stuck in a purgatory of what felt like an endless stretch of time. The only thing that helped you keep track was the meals fed through a tube system within the walls.

It was cramped in your cell, barely a seven by ten foot space but what could you expect, you were no longer in a guest suite.

"It's just two days it won't last forever". Now you had time to think to yourself about what was going to be your next course of action.

In two days you were going to arrive on Demaxia_Alpha, where supposedly Yasuo and the Morningstar would also arrive to handoff Sona in exchange for yourself and a lot of extra bonuses.

There was no way Yasuo was going to actually comply to this arrangement. Kayn could not be trusted and Sona would not be in safe hands. You could not allow those ora gates to be opened for the sake of the universe.

So when the handoff did happen it was up to you to go along with the plan until it was time to escape with both Sona and yourself. But without any communication with your friends, there was no idea as to what their plan was.

Friends huh? You finally see them as your friends. You realized that you were no longer referring to them as just the Morningstar crewmates. You liked that, you liked that they were your friends now and that they would do anything for you just as you would for them.

Kayn's harsh words came back to your mind.

"Oh and before you think of trying anything at the exchange just know that you and your friends will be instantly executed."

You knew he wasn't bluffing, he was prepared to slice you in half down the middle just the other day. It was only whispers from Rhaast that had spared you. The scythe was intelligent, using you to bait the Morningstar into giving up Sona. Even if both sides knew that the other wasn't to be trusted the Morningstar didn't really have a choice.

Well they did, they could continue with their mission and cross you off as a casualty. But they didn't, they were coming to rescue you, yes there were more benefits to them than just getting you back but everyone knew Kayn's promises were all a ploy.

You were going to escape soon, and you were going to enjoy outsmarting the ordinal once again. You could tell the Fractal Shear had landed a while ago and you patiently waited for Kayn and his soldiers to approach your cell.

Soon enough they did, and the dungeon walls echoed with marching footsteps that got closer and closer to your isolation cell. The door slides open at Kayns presence and he stares down at you with an expectant look.

You are in the middle of getting up from your bed but his soldiers are already handling you into a restrain.

"Get off of me" you hiss the roughness of being held putting strain on your healing wounds. But the soldiers remained silent only obeying the command of their Ordinal, forcefully walking you out of the mother ship and outside.

Part Nine: Finally here

[a-being-of-chaossss]

This has been in my drafts for months, I completely forgor what I was cooking so take incoherent rants and quotes about Tia Safalin

Psychological Torture:

"Please be honest, miss Sara. You need salvation. You have regrets. If you desired it, you could have joined hands with Joe and escaped together. You gave that up and killed Joe. And you mourn that fact." (Intentionally causing distress)

"Im afraid that it will ruin your life, but if that will save you miss Sara... Let us do it"

"Please just do everything I tell you... And this device will be your reward... ...Isn't that nice?" "Got it... I'll do anything... Safalin..." "*giggle*... Yes, you'll devote your life to me, won't you? And I'll be sure to make your brain into mush..."

General bad guy stuff:

"On occasion, Safalin seems to be carried away by an unusually brazen and almost sadistic streak, so far only seen when she is meeting one-on-one with a participant. It is unclear whether this behavior is intended to be entirely malicious or not, and what exactly triggers this shift in her behavior. As soon as another individual enters the scene, she quickly resumes her typical behavior. Despite being one of the most polite Floor Masters, she still maintains her position as one of the participants' adversaries. She has an amoral, research-oriented side that emerges when others are in great pain or suffering. During the second Main Game, if the player chose Kanna to be executed, she reacts to the participants' pleas with a smile and reminds them that she was always their enemy." - Also ties into Ranger's emotions (From YTTD wiki

"Although Safalin seems to be kind to Ranger, it can be warped into a twisted, creepy affection when Safalin returns Ranger his positive emotions making him suffer greatly in his last moments." - Wiki

Quotes from others about Safalin:

"Maybe you're not a villain... But you're sure not normal" - Keiji

[be-my-ally]

hello! i’ve been seeing a reference to a coke bottle in some elvis fics (lol) and i was wondering if you could explain the origin of that please ☺️

hello!!! darling anon!! i feel privileged to be the person you chose to ask!!!

So we’ve gotta go right back in time to explain why the coke bottle references are frequent and (ever present) in fics. So back to ‘55-57 - Elvis was coming under pressure for his ‘obscene’ dancing; The New York Daily News declared that Elvis was ‘suggestive and vulgar, tinged with the kind of animalism that should be confined to dives and bordellos’. Ed Sullivan was refusing to host him on his show until he saw the success after his Milton Berle performance although he was still reluctant after watching his suggestive wiggling (lol). He told reporters Elvis ‘wasn’t fit for family entertainment.’ But nonetheless invited him on for three performances; on his third appearance he was censored from the waist up to prevent such uhhh…. swinging body parts. (below: milton berle show hound dog performance)

Or as Elvis puts it himself much later ‘I was a little, bitty guy with a shaky leg. So, Ed sullivan saw me and said, "Mmm, son of a bitch." Anyway, they put me on TV and filmed me from the waist up.’ (below: ‘waist up’ performance of don’t be cruel on the ed sullivan show jan ‘57)

But where the coke bottle comes into all of this is that Ed Sullivan is quoted as saying;

“He’s got some kind of device hanging down below the crotch of his pants–so when he moves his legs back and forth you can see the outline of his cock. … I think it’s a Coke bottle. … We just can’t have this on a Sunday night. This is a family show!”

Whether he actually said such a statement is a little unclear to me - so whether this is true or simply part of the rumour mill that mirrors the shock at his uhhhh gyrations and ‘revelatory outline’ is uncertain.

Marlo Lewis, Ed Sullivan’s producer, quotes a conversation where a musician came to Ed and said not to put Elvis on the show anymore because he’s a bit too much - when Ed questioned what he meant by this apparently he responded, ‘Well, Elvis does this shaking of the legs and playing his guitar, and he’s now hanging a Coke bottle inside of his pants so that when he wags his legs it looks like part of his organ has grown quite a bit.’

Thus the rumour of Elvis’ swinging coke bottle was born.

(At least….that’s where I believe the references to him being hung like a coke bottle comes from lol - if anyone else has any further knowledge or quotes pls let us know!)

here’s some pics for you to decide for yourself - is it a coke bottle, is it his cock?

[trcvelers-chcsen]

Anonymous asked:

[ Close walkman and press play. ]

QUEST STEP: INVESTIGATE THE MYSTERIOUS WALKMAN (complete)

"Give that walkman back, or I swear on all three of my fucking lives, I will-" they began to threaten, but it was too late.

The play button was clicked. The tape began to play. Knives was thrown toward the device, the exo desperate to destroy the offending material before it could reach their non-existent ears, but it was dropped to the ground to the ground in shock before it could be struck.

Apollo stepped back, their hands shaking uncontrollably as the recording on the tape played...

Two voices rung out betwixt the ratting of gunfire, and the high-pitched whines of energy weapons.

One has an electronic overlay. It's familiar. This is Apollo's voice.

The other is decidedly more organic. This voice is unfamiliar.

"...I thought I'd find you here," the unfamilar voice stated, almost fondly. "The fleet is almost ready. Come with us, Apollo. We'll explore the cosmos together, just like we always wanted!"

The shuffling of gravel and asphalt could be heard in the background, as though one of the two conversants had just stood up from a crouch.

"About that..." Apollo responded. "I see New Monarchy colors filing onto your fleet."

Gravel crunched beneath feet as the audio indicted that Apollo had turned to face the other voice.

"You all wanna ditch this planet 'cause the City was attacked, with a bunch of the traitors that fucking attacked it? How does that make sense?"

"I-I don't-" the other voice attempted to respond.

There was a pregnant silence, a muffled explosion bursts in the distance before the voice responds.

"Threes, darling, please..."

"Don't you fucking call me that, Set," the exo interjected. Their synthetic voice wavered. "Not unless you plan to stay."

"Wh... You know I can't do that, Apollo. You know why I can't do that, Apollo," the other person - Set - responded, putting emphasis on their name, faer voice getting closer.

"So you're just gonna cut and run, leave these people to die, because some troublemakers can't accept change?"

"The Last City is doomed, Apollo," Set barked back. "There is no future here!"

"We are Guardians, Set!" the Gunslinger implored the Stormcaller. "We've always made our own fate! We kill gods when we work together!"

Set gave a sort of watery half-chuckle.

"Y'know, I've always found that hopeful streak of yours beautiful, Apollo," the Warlock sniffled. "But now isn't the time for hope. It's the time for action."

"Then don't go!" Apollo begged, their voice cracking through their voice module. "Please... we can fight whatever comes for us... together...!"

There was a sniff picked up over the recording, though it was unclear who it had come from.

"...I'm sorry, Apollo. I just... I can't believe that. I want, to, but..."

"...But what, Set?"

"What if we die our final deaths fighting a losing battle...? I can't lose you, and I can't lose Starshine!"

Apollo let out a scoff.

"What if, huh? What if I go with you, and whatever is out there is more dangerous than what's gonna happen here?"

Another pause. A moment of silence.

"It's all a gamble, Set," they continued, their voice softer now. "Not even the Vex, with their Forge Worlds, and star-powered matrioshka brains have a perfect handle on the future. Not where it concerns the paracausal."

There's another sniff.

"I personally like my odds better here," Apollo finished. "And, I'd prefer that gamble if you were here with me."

A wavering, choked sob bubbled from Set. The crunch of gravel indicated Apollo, stepping closer to comfort their terrified human companion.

"Stay. Please... we'll take our future into our own hands. Stop the Darkness. Live here, on Earth, the beautiful blue planet humanity first emerged on!"

"I-I..." Set sobbed.

"I need you, Set... I need to gamble on us... BOTH of us... making it through this alive...!" Apollo implored.

"I..." the Warlock attempted again. "...I can't take those odds, Apollo... I'm sorry..."

The Hunter made a noise like they'd just been stabbed in the gut. And judging from the expression on the Present-day Guardian's face, it probably would've hurt less to be stabbed.

"...So that's it then...?" Apollo questioned, their tone shifting. "We're over...? Done in by fear, and a mutable future that has yet to come to pass?"

"WE SAW YOUR FUCKING GRAVE IN THAT PREDICTION ENGINE, APOLLO!" Set roared. "You, me, and Helios, listening to Saint giving your FUCKING eulogy!"

"I don't plan on dying any time fucking soon, Set! I don't give two shits WHAT some flawed supercomputer thinks is gonna happen!"

"It's all the proof I fucking need to know we're all dead if we stay here! If you die, who the hell can survive?"

Apollo swore under their breath.

"I've seen firsthand how bad the Vex are at understanding us!" The Gunslinger challenged. "And if you had half the fucking spine needed to see that, you wouldn't be running off to gallivant through the fucking stars with traitors!"

"Excuse me?!"

"I said what I fucking said. I can't believe I fell in love with a fucking coward."

"FUCK YOU."

"It'd be better than fucking talking to you at this point," they retorted. Gravel crunched as they turned away from their now former lover. "Goodbye, Set."

"N-no... W-wait- I didn't..."

Apollo, judging from the sound of footsteps, had begun to walk away.

"C-come back, please...!"

"...If it's any consolation, I really don't want you to die either... I hope you stay safe, wherever you end up going."

"Stop, Apollo... please just fucking stop...!"

"I love you, Set..." they croak. "But I have a world to save. And you said yourself you can't take that gamble on me."

"No...!"

"I'm sorry."

Set's desperate sobs slowly began to turn into a building growl. The sound of footfalls stopped.

"Wh... my radar turned..."

A sound like thunder boomed through the recording, and the buzzing of electricity became the desperate wail of a jilted lover.

"What...!?"

There was a shuffling and skidding, a stretched boom, familiar to Guardians as the dreaded sound of an incoming Chaos Reach, followed by a second boom, and the familiar ring of a single shot of a Golden Gun.

And all.

Goes.

Silent.

"...A... poll... o..."

"N-no..." the exo's voice rung out through the silence. "N-no, no, no, no, I didn't mean to- it was reflex, I-"

Crunching, irregular footfalls presumably bring Apollo back to Set's side, as the slow crackling of flame emanated from nearby.

"...S-sor... ry..." were the Warlock's final words, before presumably disintegrating into Solar light and ash.

The sound of a transmat firing swept the recording, a new voice crying out at the guardian.

"What did you do...?! Fae just wanted you to come WITH faer, you stubborn asshole!!"

"I-I didn't... fae just... S-Set... I..."

The stammered half-sentence was cut off by the sound of Apollo, scrambling to their feet, stepping backward, and running.

The recording cuts off there.

"...So." Apollo stepped forward, body tense, voice shaking.

"...Are you fucking happy, now that you got to witness the second worst day of my third damn life?"

The Guardian snatched the device from the ground.

"Don't fucking answer that. I don't give a shit how you feel."

Apollo would punctuate their remark by transmatting away.

[amainoyuki]

Does Globi und der Schattenräuber have an English dub?

To make a long story short, Globi und der Schattenräuber (a.k.a. Globi and the Stolen Shadows) is a 2003 Swiss German animated film intended to modernize the beloved Swiss childrens' character Globi by placing him in an anime-inspired adventure helping a pair of teen musicians opposite a shadow-stealing villain. I've been interested in this movie for years because it sounded bizarre as hell, and earlier this year I was finally able to watch it. I'm super grateful, and I really enjoyed it, but the search is not over.

The film is documented on numerous cartoon and movie databases across the internet, some of which allege it is available with English audio. I know from an interview published prior to the film's release that an official English release was planned, but what I haven't been able to confirm is if that plan came to fruition.

Evidence of this supposed dub is sparse, and much of it could be interpreted as further proof that the dub was planned even if it never ended up happening. For one thing, the songs used in the film are in English, as is the text in the opening and closing credits. Plus, a piece of promotional artwork featuring the English title exists, which may have been used to market the film to potential distributors.

As well, the lip flaps just don't match the audio that well. Rather, it looks as though the animation was made to synch up with English dialogue. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of cartoon-characters-rotely-opening-and-closing-their-mouths in a way that's very common for productions of this scale from this time, but there are also multiple scenes where, when watching with the sound off, you can clearly make out what the English line would have been. Examples include when the Maestro first transforms and asks "What- What happened to me?" or when Globi rolls out the device for creating digital shadows and Benji appears to ask "Woah. What the heck is that?".

But if an English audio track for this film exists, how would it have been released? The original Swiss German version was released theatrically and then on DVD, but I can't find any evidence of the supposed English version of the film receiving this treatment. No TV broadcast that I know of either, nor any other method of distribution. Not to mention, I can't find who the cast and crew would have been on this dub, with one exception.

For whatever reason, IMDB has exactly one voice actor listed for an English version of this film: Alan Marriott in the role of Maestro. It's unclear why the rest of the English cast is missing, why the only character credited isn't even the title character but instead the villain of the piece, or for that matter where they even got this information, but I have reached out to Alan Marriott through his website to confirm the accuracy of this credit, and I'll update this post if he or his team get back to me.

In the meantime, if anybody out there has any information about this hypothetical dub, please let me know. I would love to unearth a watchable copy, or at the very least confirm whether or not the dub is real. Thank you!

[biceratops7]

Fuck I love episode 6 so much…

CW: detailed discussions of a PTSD attack and trauma, mentions of domestic violence

You know why?? Because my special interests is psychology BECAUSE IDK WHY TF IT’S SO HARD TO JUST LET MEN HAVE NORMAL ASS MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS.

Literally, every friggin’ character who’s (textually) traumatized and male has to be either a war veteran or a serial killer for some reason. Like where the hell are all the dudes who shut down, cry, have panic attacks, use comfort items, regress a bit in language capabilities till they’re more grounded, you know, things that trauma actually causes??

I think I blue screened of death like 5 times watching this episode cause I couldn’t believe the show was just… letting this happen. Like thank fuck, (and please correct me if I’m wrong because I do not have this condition) an actually accurate depiction of ptsd for once! And now kindly follow me into the land of bullet points to illustrate this more clearly.

Ed’s anxiety/ level of functioning is not homogenized. He’s shown throughout the episode to have varying degrees of tolerance to triggers depending on the context and his emotional state. Telling the story to people he trusts in a safe context shakes him up a bit, but he’s ultimately able to laugh it off. Being reminded of the trauma when the environment is super chaotic and he’s about to literally repeat the event with someone he deeply cares for causes a full blown flashback.

It follows the proper… anatomy I guess(?) of a ptsd attack. Ed’s subplot in this episode is spent mainly breaking down his defenses, so when eventually there’s a sensory reminder (trigger) of his trauma he’s not prepared for, there’s a big reaction. He experiences a flashback (unsolicited vivid remembering, can be so intense your subconscious thinks you’re actually there), and he has a completely realistic response to it. No one’s concerned with emasculating him or whatever the fuck, men get overwhelmed and burst into tears sometimes damnit! And afterwards he’s not just fine, he actually needs to be grounded, attempting to take care of himself before Stede comes and helps him calm down completely. This isn’t seen as weak in the slightest, it’s just extremely unrealistic to expect someone to do such a thing quickly or without help.

There’s nuance and complexity. It’s unclear whether or not Ed’s breakdown was ultimately caused by the mention of the kraken, or the banging sounds of the puppet. It’s not supposed to be clear, not even to Ed. It’s obvious that witnessing the abuse of his mother and killing his father are not easily separated events in his memory. Trauma isn’t clean and pretty like that, and it doesn’t draw a perfectly traceable line from past to present in a one to one ratio.

He’s shown to continuously have triggers, it’s not just treated as a plot device cause we need Ed to break down and admit to attempted murder. And again they aren’t cleanly connected to the major traumatic event of killing his father, but rather smaller things that used to be unsafe day to day. The banging on the door explicitly reminds him of growing up with domestic abuse and watching Izzy fight Stede does so implicitly, being unable to even watch a loved one be put in psychical danger much less intervene.

And the absolute best part, what should be so friggin’ easy to do yet so many shows apparently prove that wrong, is that the framing doesn’t ridicule or belittle Ed for his emotions once. Not one single time. In a comedy no less. Oh sure the scene where he’s crying in a bathtub is fucking hilarious, but absolutely none of the humor comes from the fact that he’s crying in a bathtub. Because the writers know this kind of subject matter should be treated with gravity and are actually talented enough to do so without a weird out of nowhere tone shift. The closest I can think of to Ed’s trauma responses being seen as “funny” is when he falls out of the curtain sobbing and the Dutchmen freak out very cartoonishly and run away. But even then it’s clearly the Dutchmen who are the butt of the joke.

I get the same vibes as when they decided not to depict the abuse of Ed’s mother on screen. They not only portrayed this subject matter correctly but did so thoughtfully. They clearly wrote this episode while considering the needs of those who’d actually be able to relate to it.

[stardustcatcher]

First Time

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6.7K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, maybe a teeny-tiny bit of negative self image, drinking, smoking, praise, jakey’s a sweetheart, it's real fluffy smut so... (please let me know if i missed anything)

AN: this is my first time posting a fic so please be nice to me or i'll cry. all feedback is appreciated, also huge thanks to @mintysammykiszka for encouraging me to post because without her i probably never would've. okay, I'm done talking now. i hope you all enjoy :) [i found the pic above on Pinterest, so credit to whoever it belongs to]

there might be some typos and horrific grammar so sorry about that one besties

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Josh had told (Y/N) about the party he and Jake were throwing before it was really even a plan. She had started out as one of Ronnie’s friends, the pair clicking immediately since being paired together for a project in English, but Josh had seen the way his twin looked at the girl when she came over to hang out with their little sister. In her time hanging out with Ronnie, (Y/N) had been a frequent flier in the Kiszka house and soon became a favorite amongst all the residents. Kelly and Karen adored her, Sam was quick to bond with her over their love for the stars, Josh appreciated her interest in his film projects, Ronnie was happy to have a friend of her own who was a girl around her own age, and Jake—well, Jake was hopelessly enormed by the girl. 

Everything about (Y/N) was perfect to Jake. She was brilliant, but in a humble way where she would never make you feel bad for not being as smart as her. She was gorgeous with an amazing body that she had grown into over the last year or so. She loved all the music that the boys had grown up with and even introduced them to a few artists they had never heard of. (Y/N) was an expert in all things literature, writing, film, and basically everything creative. Jake could listen to her talk about anything and everything for hours, there was nothing she could say that the boy would not find utterly fascinating.

The plan was for (Y/N) to head over after work, driving herself back to the Kiszka house as she usually did on Fridays. Karen and Kelly were taking Ronnie to some concert for the weekend and left the boys to their own devices, they were old enough to spend one weekend alone. But all Josh and Jake saw was the perfect opportunity for a party. Mama and Papa Kiszka lovingly asked (Y/N) to make sure the boys didn’t kill each other for the weekend before they left and she felt a little bad knowing at least one small piece of furniture would be getting torched if the twins got one too many drinks in them.

Seven-thirty on Friday evening, (Y/N) was accompanying Josh on their trip to the liquor store just outside town. Not fourty-five minutes later, the trunk and backseat of (Y/N)’s 2004 Honda Civic was filled to the brim with cases of beer, a keg, and varying bottles of rotgut. The radio was blasting, the windows all open, and Josh had his feet kicked up on the dashboard. He turned his head to (Y/N) and took a moment to admire her features, he couldn’t argue with his twin brother on the fact that she was absolutely breathtaking. From her shaped brows that framed her pretty eyes, to the delicate slope of her nose and plump lips, soft jawline and high cheekbones, and the soft looking hair that surrounded her face like an angel’s halo. To Josh, and probably all the Kiszka boys, (Y/N) was divine femininity personified.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” (Y/N) chuckled, breaking Josh from his trance. 

“Just admiring your beauty, my darling,” Josh smiled, all perfectly straight and white teeth on display. She only scoffed at him and resumed her gaze on the road ahead. Josh and (Y/N) just had that type of relationship, the one where it was unclear to people if they were a couple or just extremely close. It was the latter, Josh didn’t like (Y/N) like that and he knew she felt the same way about him. She was one of his best friends and an outlet for him to pour his affection into, a person to cuddle up to and love on without the added drama and complication of a true relationship. Josh loved (Y/N) and she loved him back, but they were purely platonic soulmates. “Y’know, this is the perfect opportunity to talk to Jake tonight,” Josh said, reaching over to where one of (Y/N)’s hands laid on the gearshift and holding it in his own. That was probably one of the things Josh loved most about (Y/N), her ability to accept and return affection without making it weird. 

“Talk to him about what?” (Y/N) asked, relaxing her hand in Josh’s hold. She tried to play coy, like she had no clue what he was talking about, but they both knew she was a shitty liar. Josh let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head against the readrest before giving her an incredulous look, always one for the dramatics. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously!” the eldest Kiszka exclaimed breathlessly. “I’m talking about the palpable sexual tension that seems to magically appear every time you two are within a hundred feet of each other!”

“I thought you were going to let this go,” (Y/N) looked at him, eyebrows raised pointedly in his direction. Ever since she had started hanging around longer, Josh had been nagging her about how Jake was clearly in love with her—his words not hers. (Y/N) just couldn’t see how a boy that beautiful could harbor feelings for her, in her eyes she was average at best. All she saw was how her hair always seemed to be a mess or how her thighs rubbed together uncomfortably when she wore shorts. It’s not like she thought she was hideously ugly, she just really couldn’t see how it was possible for a god like Jacob Kiszka to be attracted to her when she was so plain.

“Not until you two confess your undying love for each other or at least fuck it out,” Josh shook his head stubbornly. (Y/N) groaned at his vulgarity but he could see her cheeks flush red. “I’m serious! We’re twins, you think I don’t know these things? Not to mention, we share a room! So I hear his little happy noises and a certain beautiful girl’s name whenever he thinks everyone is sleeping. Mark my words! You two will fuck or so help me God—”

“Okay Josh! I get it!”

=

People started filling the house around half past nine, it was around that time that (Y/N) felt grateful that the Kiszkas lived on a small plot of land with their neighbors a good distance away. Jake and Josh had been quite popular amongst the highschool’s student body before they graduated, with Jake being friendly with the athletes and music kids and Josh being close with his theater buddies and mostly everyone else since he was a social butterfly. Jake had already started the bonfire out back while Josh appointed himself DJ since he declared he had the best music taste. 

(Y/N) wasn’t necessarily popular, she was actually quite the introvert in school, but she could get along with mostly everybody. But she mostly stuck around the Kiszkas, feeling most at ease with them by her side. She split her time talking about anything and everything while wedged between Sam and Danny, making drinks and socializing with Josh, and checking out back to make sure Jake didn’t start a forest fire or burn the house down.

As the night got colder, (Y/N) joined Josh in the backyard by the firepit. She was huddled into his side with a blanket wrapped around them as he animatedly told the story of Kelly cutting Jake’s hair off with shears after the boy said something to upset his father. Her head buzzed from the alcohol and her stomach hurt with how hard she was laughing. Both her legs were thrown over Josh’s as she leaned into him, holding her red solo cup in her hand tightly. 

From across the fire, Josh could see his twin eyeing him and (Y/N) as he strummed on his guitar with some of his music buddies. Deciding that he had seen enough of the pining glaces, Josh took the hand that wasn’t wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist and began to trail it up and down her calf that was laying across his lap. She only leaned into him more, assuming it was just Josh being affectionate, and laid her head on his shoulder. 

He looked down at her sweetly and asked if she could refill his cup, claiming his legs had gone numb from the cold. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him teasingly and snatched the now empty cup from him. He thanked her dramatically, peppering small kisses across her cheeks. She pushed him away, giggling as she got up to head inside, missing the glare that Jake shot at his twin. 

Weaving through a sea of people while tipsy proved to be a challenge but once she got to the counter where the liquor was housed, it was a breeze. Music thudded through the walls as she focused on filling up the cup, but she nearly spilled the whole thing when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. (Y/N) was ready to punch whoever laid hands on her, but when she turned around and only saw Sammy, her fists unclenched. He was the tallest of his family and the movement of his gangly limbs were less than graceful being as crossfaded as he was. His pretty brown eyes were glazed over and red as hell, he was definitely stoned alright. “Sorry, (Y/N),” he smiled apologetically. “Didn’t mean t’scare ya.”

“It’s alright, Sammy,” she chuckled at him as he leaned most of his weight against her to pull her into a tight hug. “You okay, bub?”

“Yeah, I’m great,” he giggled. From the few times (Y/N) had seen Sam intoxicated, she could tell he was touchy and giggly whenever inebriated. He was touchy and giggly all the time anyway, but all that love he had in his heart seemed to be magnified when he wasn’t sober. “I’m just so glad you’re my friend, y’know? You’re like my best friend, but don’t tell Daniel,” he whispered the last half of his sentence. “When we get really famous, you’re gonna come everywhere with us! ‘Cause we would die without you, especially Jake—” (Y/N) wanted to ask what he meant but she didn’t have time to before he started talking again. “—like that time I was sick and you brought me soup and all my homework after school. You’re like a mom, but like in a good way, like a hot mom. Y’know what? For your birthday I’m gonna get you a little fanny pack for you to put important shit in, like bandaids and Advil and lollipops for when I get cranky because I don’t have sugar—” Sam rambled until (Y/N) put her hands on the sides of his face.

She knew how hyper Sam could be normally and she guessed that the mixture of weed and alcohol that he consumed amplified that, the last thing she needed was an overstimulated Sam on her watch. “Sammy, babe, I gotta get this drink back to Josh outside,” she looked him in the eye, her own vision a little fuzzy around the edges. “Come with me, you could probably ask Jake to let you throw some shit in the fire,” his eyes lit up at that suggestion and he nodded eagerly. 

Smiling, (Y/N) grabbed his hand and led him back through the ocean of people and outside. The cold air hit her like a brick wall and she shivered. Sam let go of her hand quickly and unzipped the baggy hoodie he had been wearing before draping it over her shoulders. She smiled at him thankfully and led him to where Josh was. They sat down next to the eldest Kiszka and he grinned, taking his drink from (Y/N) and kissing her head as a thanks. Now she was wedged between two human furnaces and was happily content with her legs thrown over Josh and the top half of her body leaning into Sam, his arm thrown across her chest. 

Josh smiled mischievously at his little brother and motioned for him to come closer. Sam leaned his head behind (Y/N) and Josh shot one more look at his twin—who was glaring even harder than before. Cupping his hand around his mouth so no one could see, Josh carefully whispered something into Sam’s ear that caused the younger boy to bark out a laugh and nod. “What’re you two whispering about back there?” (Y/N) asked, looking up at Sam when we resumed his previous position. 

“Absolutely nothing, my sweet,” Josh said, his words innocent but there was an evil glint in his eyes. One that meant he was up to no good. 

=

The party died down around three in the morning, half of the participants had left and the others—mostly inner circle—were found sleeping around the Kiszka house. Danny insisted on helping (Y/N) put Sam to bed, not wanting the girl to deal with the plastered boy alone. The pair dragged him up the stairs and into Ronnie’s room, situating him with a towel over the pillow and a trashcan next to the nightstand in case he got sick. “What have we learned, Sammy?” (Y/N) asked expectantly, helping him take off his jeans and get into some comfy clothes. 

“Beer before liquor, never been sicker,” Sam hiccuped. “Liquor before beer, in the clear.”

“Good boy,” she nodded, knowing how much of a lightweight Sam could be, but it was nice to see him let go every once in a while. He had been pretty stressed over Jake being harder on him about the band so it was good for him to have a night free of inhibitions. 

“Thank you, (Y/N),” the boy slurred, his face pressed into the pillow. “I love you, you’re the best.”

“I love you too, kid,” (Y/N) smoothed his hair from his face. “Now go to sleep,” by the time she pressed a kiss to his temple, he was already snoring. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit, please, Danny.”

“You’ve got it boss,” Danny gave a little salute and laid himself on the small futon Ronnie had in her room. “Sleep tight, (Y/N),” the boy gave a dopey smile, he wasn’t as drunk as Sam but he certainly wasn’t sober either. 

“Night, Dan,” she kissed his forehead quickly before closing the door and padding over to Kelly and Karen’s room. The door was cracked open and she could hear small snores from the inside. On the king sized bed, Josh was spread out like a starfish on his stomach, butt naked. (Y/N) scoffed with a smile and grabbed one of the knitted blankets from the closet before throwing it over Josh’s body. He cuddled into the warmth in his sleep and gave an unconscious grin. (Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she brushed a curl from his face and pressed her lips to his cheek.

She made her way to the back patio and sat on the porch swing, wrapping the blanket that was there around her and picking up the small metal cigarette case where Josh kept his pre-rolled joints. (Y/N) lit one up and looked into the backyard, the dying fire and discarded cans and bottles in the grass, as she inhaled the smoke. “I didn’t know you were still up,” a voice spoke up as the light from the kitchen seeped through the backdoor. (Y/N) looked up to find none other than Jake Kiszka leaning against the frame, looking gorgeous as ever.

“I just finished my rounds,” she smiled, scooting over and patting the seat next to her. Jake sat down silently and she passed him the joint. “You should keep your brothers away from vodka, it makes them surly.”

“Which one,” he asked, smoke billowing from his lips in the light breeze. 

“Both,” (Y/N) laughed, taking back the joint from Jake. 

“You’re good for taking care of them like that,” Jake said, taking a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and pulling one out with his teeth. “I probably would’ve left Sam face down in the basement.”

“Poor kid’s gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow,” she took another pull from the joint and dared to take a look at Jake. 

His hair was tucked behind his ears, not quite long enough to completely stay out of his face yet but still longer than it was in school when it swooped over his forehead in a fringe. He wore a button up shirt, it was denim and halfway undone with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of black jeans that tucked into the tops of his Chelsea boots. He truly was beautiful, all sharp angles and cords of lean muscle stretched under tan skin. He and Josh may have been identical twins but there was something so different about Jake, something that even differentiated him from Sam and Ronnie. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, quiet and reserved most of the time but still observant, or maybe it was something just uniquely Jake that she’d never be able to place. But he had this air about him that just screamed safety, he was easy to talk to and be around, never pressing for conversation. He was content in the quiet if that’s what his company called for. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jake said, breaking the silence. “I mean, I know all these people aren’t really your thing but I’m happy you’re here.”

“I’m not a fan of most people, but I can socialize when necessary,” (Y/N) joked lightly, feeling heat flush to her cheeks at his admission. “You all make it easier.”

There was another lull of quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. (Y/N) shifted slightly, her knee moving from where it was tucked under her, brushing against Jake’s exposed forearm. Sparks of electricity shot through her skin at the contact and she couldn’t help but look at his side profile and admire his features. He looked as if he’d been carved from marble, like he belonged in the Accademia Gallery with Michaelangelo’s David. 

In a burst of slightly stoned confidence, (Y/N) leaned over and pecked the corner of Jake’s mouth. A gasp escaped his lips, barely audible but loud enough for her to hear from her spot next to him. Her eyes went wide, not believing she had really just done that, and her breath was heavy in her chest. Regret washed over her, worried that she had ruined their friendship and she went to say something, anything really, but Jake beat her to it. 

“I—” he gulped, his eyes meeting hers. Their noses almost touching, he could smell the perfume she wore. “I always thought you liked Josh, or Sammy. They were all over you tonight.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Just you,” she whispered. “Only you.”

That seemed to be all Jake needed to hear before he surged forward and planted his lips against hers. It took a second for (Y/N) to actually process that Jake was really kissing her and that she needed to kiss back, but once she did, she melted into him and the hand that he had laid against her cheek. 

His lips were so soft and warm and he tasted like cigarette smoke and beer, (Y/N) was drowning in his taste and scent. She never wanted to not be kissing him. It was sloppy and messy at first, Jake obviously having more experience than her, but as his hand moved to grip her hip, they fell into rhythm with each other. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hip, dull nails scraping at the skin. 

(Y/N) was the first to break away, hating that she needed air. Their foreheads rested against each other’s, breathing heavy as Jake’s index finger traced over her cheekbone. “Want to head inside?” he asked in a whisper, moving to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. The idea of kissing him more inside was too good to pass up, so she just gave him a breathless nod. They untangled from each other, Jake standing first and extending a hand to (Y/N). She took it and followed him as he led her through the house and up the stairs. They stepped over sleeping partygoers, giggling and chuckling quietly as Jake stopped in the middle of the hall to kiss her again. He smiled at her as if she had hung the stars herself, such adoration gleaming in his dark eyes. 

Stepping into the room that the Kiszka brothers shared, (Y/N) felt something she had never felt in that room before. She had spent many nights in that room, either cuddling up with Josh or laying on the floor with all three of the boys while listening to records. Now, here she was in the very room that she slept in more than her own, alone with Jake. Something she had never done before. She really got a good look at Jake’s portion of the room for what seemed like the first time, not cluttered with hippie shit like Josh’s or an organized mess like Sam’s. She could see the posters meticulously hung on the wall in an order that only Jake understood, and the way his end table was set up so he would actually have to sit up to turn off his alarm clock.

(Y/N) was snapped from her daze when she felt Jake’s hands grip her hips and his lips on her neck. She leaned back into his chest and craned her neck to the side, giving him more room to pepper kisses. His hands ran up and down her sides, following the soft curves and contortions of her body’s shape. Jake’s nose nuzzled against her throat and he breathed her in, smelling the scent of her shampoo and body wash. A beautiful mix of something floral and fruity. “So pretty,” he sighed against her, his entire front pressed against her back. 

“Look who’s talking,” she replied, turning her head to capture him in another kiss. (Y/N) turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as he backed them up to his bed. He sat on the mattress and pulled her on top of him. Her knees straddled his thighs and she followed him as he laid on his back. Jake’s hands once again roamed her sides before moving down the expanse of her back and planting them right above her ass. He kneaded the flesh there, swallowing the happy sighs she let out. (Y/N)’s hands rested on his exposed chest as her fingers traced his collarbones. She pulled back from the kiss and rubbed her nose against his.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, voice gruff yet still soft. The look of concern in his eyes and the use of the pet name warmed (Y/N)’s heart. “We don’t have to do anything if you don't want to.”

“No,” she shook her head softly as she sat up again, Jake following her with his hands still rubbing her lower back gently. “I want to, I want you. I’m okay, just savoring the moment. I never thought this would really happen. Also, I—” she paused, clearing her throat. “I’ve never done this,” she motioned between them. “I just thought you should know. But I want to, with you… If you want to.”

Jake noticed her cheeks flushing and her uncertain gaze, he smiled warmly and held her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Hey,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers again. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet girl. I’m honored that you trust me enough to do this, I’ve wanted this for so long. We’ll go at your pace, whatever you’re comfortable with, okay?”

(Y/N) blushed once more and nodded. “Yeah okay,” she smiled shyly. Jake returned her grin and patted her thigh, telling her to get up for a second. She moved off him and watched as he made his way to the record player in the corner of the room, he thumbed through the milk crate that housed his vinyls before picking one and setting it on the turntable. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what record it was but there was no doubt that it was one of Jake’s, the twangy and gruff vocals along with the bluesy guitar. As he walked back to the bed, he stood between (Y/N)’s legs and leaned down for another kiss, but he wasn’t focused on her lips for long. 

Jake’s lips carefully made their descent to (Y/N)’s jawline and down her neck, nipping and sucking at any place they could reach. He pressed a tender kiss to the skin right under her ear before grazing his teeth against the spot and sucking a deep red mark into the previously unblemished skin. Evidently, it was a sensitive spot if the way she gripped the hair at the back of Jake’s head was any indication. 

She let out a soft whimper as Jake moved lower, biting softly at her throat, testing the waters. His hand moved up her front and went to rest on the swell of her chest, his palm sitting atop her breast. Jake could feel her nipple harden through the thin fabric of her shirt and he felt his pants grow just the slightest bit tighter. “Can I?” he asked, looking up at her through his lashes with desperation in his eyes. 

“Do it,” she breathed in response. He stripped off her shirt, (Y/N) lifting her arms at the appropriate time, and threw it to the ground. A broken sounding groan clawed its way from Jake’s throat when he laid his eyes on her bare upper half. (Y/N) felt exposed, her whole body growing hot at being on display for the boy she’d yearned for since forever and she instinctively went to cover herself up, but she didn’t get far before Jake laid his hand on her wrist.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re so pretty,” he whispered, moving her arms out of the way and dipping his head down to take her in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened peak of her nipple. 

She whimpered, her hand resuming its place on the back of Jake’s head, her fingers tangling in his brown hair. His hand focused on the breast he wasn’t mouthing on, nimble guitar fingers tweaking her nipple. He lightly pushed back on her shoulders, prompting her to move up the bed. Moving his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same attention as he had the previous one, he crept one hand under her skirt and played with the waistband of her underwear. 

He could feel the growing damp spot between her legs and the heat radiating off of her. Jake kissed his way down her body, leaving small marks as a trail and paying extra attention to the dips of her hips. “Is this okay?” he asked, sitting back on his heels with his hands on the waistband of her skirt. (Y/N) nodded, her brain not being able to comprehend words at the moment, but Jake shook his head at her. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“More than okay,” she all but whined, wiggling her hips only the tiniest bit. “Please, take it off.”

“As you wish,” he winked smugly, pressing a kiss just below her bellybutton. After pulling her skirt off, Jake discarded his own shirt since it seemed a little unfair for her to be totally naked and him being completely clothed. (Y/N) looked at him with hooded eyes, her pupils blown with lust and love. Sinking to his stomach, Jake peppered kisses up her legs, starting at the ankle and moving up to the crease of her thigh and then doing the same with the other. “You’re in charge here, (Y/N). You tell me what feels good, and if you ever want to stop you just say the word. Got it?” he looked up at her from his spot between her legs, though (Y/N) doubted she was really processing anything he said when he looked that beautiful. 

“Got it, just please do something,” (Y/N) begged. Jake gave her an evil looking smirk before trailing his index finger through her folds. She gasped at the contact and arched her back when that very same finger breached her entrance.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out, letting her get used to the sensation before he added his mouth to the equation. His lips pressed a chaste kiss to her clit before his tongue licked a stripe up the length of her. (Y/N) couldn’t help the moan that escaped her, from the heat of Jake’s mouth to the slight crook of his finger, the stimulation was overwhelming. Her hand shot down and grabbed at the hair on the top of his head, making sure not to grab too tight and hurt him. But the groan that left this mouth and vibrated through her proved that hurting him was the last thing she was doing. 

His mouth sucked on her bundle of nerves for a moment before he added a second finger to the first. The stretch of her walls was a welcomed burn and (Y/N) was sure she saw stars when Jake would curl his fingers just right, hitting a spot inside her that she never knew existed. He detached his mouth from her momentarily and looked up, the look of pure bliss on her face was almost enough to make Jake cum then and there. “You taste so good, baby,” Jake cooed, his fingers still moving at a steady pace. “Doing so well.”

(Y/N) whined and ground down into his hand. There was something about Jake that she just knew was different, he wasn’t doing this just to get in her pants, or for some quick fuck. Jake genuinely enjoyed making girls cum, this gave him as much gratification and pleasure as it did her. It was clear in the way he watched her movements or smiled against her when he knew she liked something. It was refreshing and different than what (Y/N) expected because even though Jake was one of her closest friends, he was first and foremost a young male. But he seemed to really care if she was having a good time, and that made him ten times hotter. “Please, Jake,” she panted, chest heaving. “Wanna cum, please.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear before he brought his mouth back to her. He could feel her walls begin to flutter around his fingers and picked up the pace in which his tongue was licking. Strings of moans and curses flew from (Y/N)’s lips as the muscles in her thighs began to twitch. Jake moved his thumb to replace his mouth on her clit and rubbed small circles over it. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his voice and breath sounding just as ragged as hers was. “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

And with a final curl of his fingers, (Y/N) came with a cry of Jake’s name. His fingers continued their work, helping her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Jesus fucking christ,” she panted when Jake pulled his fingers from her an sucked them clean. 

She sat up quickly and grabbed Jake by the back of the neck, pulling him into a feverish kiss that was all tongue and clashing teeth. His hands immediately went to her waist and he moaned into her mouth, she could taste herself on his tongue and her cheeks flushed at the thought of it. Jake shimmied his pants off and pulled (Y/N) to sit on his thighs, she broke away from the kiss and began to nudge her nose against his cheek. “Fuck me, please,” she whispered, breath fanning over his face.

“Hold on, baby,” he nodded at her, wrapping an arm around her and leaning over to his bedside table. He opened the top drawer and pulled a gold packet out before ripping the top off with his teeth. Jake tapped her hip and she obediently lifted them for him as tugged his gray boxer briefs down and rolled the condom onto his leaking hard-on. (Y/N) only got a glimpse of it in the dark room and her eyes widened, realizing that was going inside her. Jake’s hands went back to her hips and his thumbs rubbed small soothing circles against the skin there. “Ride me,” he said looking up into her eyes. “You control the pace this way.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” (Y/N) said quietly. “Will you help me?”

“I’ll help you, angel,” Jake nodded and scooched back onto the bed, taking (Y/N) with him. He pressed his lips to hers again, one hand moving from her hip and going to cup her cheek. “You’re so gorgeous.” (Y/N)’s breath hitched, he’d called her pretty before but never gorgeous. Gorgeous felt more personal, more intimate. She felt his hand leave her face and move to grip his length by the base. He guided it to her entrance and held it there, it was up to her to make the final move now.

One last look at Jake was all it took for (Y/N) to know that this is where she wanted to be, she wanted to be in Jake’s arms, close to him in every way possible. She pecked his lips once more and braced her hands on his shoulders before sinking down onto him. 

Her walls stretched and fluttered, trying to get used to the foreign object inside her, as she let out a shuddering gasp. Jake’s hand—that was once guiding himself into her—planted itself in the center of her back, pulling her impossibly closer. (Y/N)’s head dropped to his shoulder as she stilled, letting herself adjust to his size. “So big,” she groaned, it felt like she could feel him in her stomach and the angle had him laying against just the right spot. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jake whispered breathlessly, his hand rubbing up and down her naked back. “Doing so well. Feel so good around me, such a good girl,” he rambled, his words being the only thing that tethered them both to this earth. (Y/N) keened at the praise and gave an experimental roll of her hips, making both of them let out sounds that could make a pornstar blush. (Y/N) honestly couldn’t give less of a shit if any one of the sleeping party-goers heard them, this was the best she had felt in her entire life. She felt full, and loved, and appreciated. She never wanted to not feel like this.

(Y/N) rolled her hips again, this time more confidently, and threw her head back. Jake’s hand that was on her hip began to carefully guide her motions, helping her lift up and bring her back down. She bit her lip to quiet the screams that she felt brewing in her throat and began to move on her own accord. Jake looked up at her blissful face, the way her eyebrows scrunched together slightly, her eyes clenched shut, and beautiful full lips hung open in a silent gasp. “Fuck, Jake,” she groaned. He couldn’t help the whine that escaped him at the sound of his name falling from her mouth, the sound was straight up sinful. Jake’s hands moved down to the curve of her ass, dull nails biting into the flesh as she moved up and down much more sure of herself than before. 

“You’re so hot, baby,” Jake panted. “Take me so well, like you were made for me.” 

“Feel you so deep,” one of her hands moved to her stomach, right under her navel, while the other laced in the hair at the nape of his neck. She rested her forehead against his and connected their lips. She swallowed all the grunts and moans that Jake let out as her tongue licked inside his mouth. The soft sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room along with their heavy breathing. “Fuck, switch with me,” she whined and Jake immediately rolled them over now with her laid beneath him, his arms holding him up.

With the new angle it felt like Jake hit even deeper. He grabbed one of her legs and laid it over his shoulder, making her cry out in pleasure. He shifted his weight to one arm, using his free hand to rub her clit. She begged him to go faster, and with how pretty she looked and sounded, he couldn’t deny her. Jake drove his hips into hers at a punishing pace, relishing in the noises that left her. “You’re close, aren’t you, princess?” he asked gruffly. All (Y/N) could do was nod wordlessly beneath him. “I can feel you squeezing me. I’m almost there, baby. Hold on for me,” his head dipped down and sucked at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, mouth meeting the sensitive flesh he had bit marks into earlier. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, the words falling from her lips like a prayer. “Please, Jake. I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, baby,” Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased that high for the both of them. “You’re doing so good. I’m almost there. You look so fucking beautiful. My girl, my good girl. We’ll cum together, okay,” (Y/N) nodded as Jake counted down. 

Three more tight circles rubbed on her clit that made her legs tremble.

Two beautiful brown eyes staring into her soul, making tears well in her eyes. 

One pair of lips pressed against her own, swallowing her scream as white invaded her sight and she finally let go. 

She saw Jake’s brow furrow and his mouth form a perfect ‘o’ shape when he pulled back from her, his hips stuttering and pushing into her as he worked them both through their highs. He was so beautiful in that moment, (Y/N) wanted that image in her head for as long as she lived. Jake waited for her tremors to stop before he carefully pulled out of her, his cheeks flushing when he heard her whimper at the loss of contact. He pulled the condom off before tying it up and tossing it in the trash can. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Jake cooed, rubbing up and down her arm. “Sex 101: always use the bathroom afterwards,” he helped her stand from the bed and wrapped a blanket around her, pulling on his underwear before he walked them both across the hall to the bathroom. 

While (Y/N) did her business, Jake wet a washcloth that he grabbed under the sink and nodded for her to sit on the counter when she was done. Once she sat atop the warm laminate, Jake ran the warm cloth over her, apologizing for any discomfort she felt, before he walked them back to his room. They laid down under the covers and Jake pulled (Y/N) into his chest. “Jakey,” she asked quietly, basking in the post-fuck haze that clouded her head.

“Yeah, babe?” he responded, his voice an equally quiet whisper. 

“What does this mean for us now?”

“What do you want it to mean?”

(Y/N) pondered the question for a moment, not that she needed to think about it much. “Well, I really like you, like a lot.”

“That’s good, because I really like you too,” Jake smiled down at her, booping her nose lightly. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

“I’d really like that,” (Y/N) whispered, sleep quickly taking over her. “Goodnight, Jakey. I love you,” she mumbled sleepily, sounding so tired that Jake wasn’t a hundred percent certain she had even realized she had said it. But he was glad she did.

“I love you too, baby,” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her hair though he was sure she fell asleep before she had a chance to hear him. 

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Traumatized | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You get kidnapped and when Bucky finds you, you’re traumatized from being abused the entire time. 

A/N: Hope you like it! xx I started this a while back and finally finished it today. 

Usually I’m all for the bad ass reader, but I’m gonna change it up to a completely terrified/innocent reader. She’s technically not an avenger but is a part of the team working with Bruce and Tony on some high tech inventions.

!! Warning: mention of blood, cuts, torture, ptsd 

Also, I am not into technology at all. So, if there’s some misinformation in there, please just move along and continue reading :)

! Warning: talk of abuse/torture, blood, traumatized reader 

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“Hey has anyone spoke to y/n today?” Bucky enters the shared common space of the Avenger’s tower where Nat, Steve, Wanda, & Vision were, “She said she was going out to grab a coffee and a quick walk around the park, but she’s not back yet and I haven’t heard from her.” 

“She’s probably still at the park.” Wanda answers, moving a chess piece. Her and Vision were currently enticed in a game of chess. 

“You know how she is. She probably found some ducks to feed.” Steve chuckles. 

“yeah, maybe.” Bucky mutters, not completely convinced. You’d left earlier this morning and it was now entering the early afternoon hours. So, you should have been back by now. 

“Where’s Tony and Bruce?” Nat asks, shifting the subject. 

“Working on some new high tech.” Steve shrugs, “I didn’t understand a word after that.” 

“Wasn’t y/n supposed to be working on that with them?” Bucky takes the seat next to Steve at the table. 

Nat furrows her eyebrows, “Yeah.. Maybe she’s down there with them? She probably went straight to work with them after she got back from her walk.” 

Bucky nods, Nat’s probably right, “Yeah she probably did. She was all excited last night talking about the new tech her, Tony and Bruce had been working on. She said it’s almost done.” He finally lets the worry of not talking to you go. You were most likely in the zone with Tony and Bruce and usually the outside world disappeared. 

~ 

incoming video chat, Mr. Stark do you accept? F.R.I.D.A.Y asks. 

“I accept.” Tony continues his work with Bruce, not thinking much of it. Probably something to do with Stark Industries, “Yeah try that-” 

“Ah Mr. Stark, it’s been a while.” 

When he turns his attention to large computer screen, he’s met with a man who looks vaguely familiar but can’t picture where he’s seen him. “And who are you?” 

“It doesn’t surprise me that you don’t remember me.” The man sighs and steps back from the camera, showing the full view of the room. You were practically hanging from the ceiling, your hands pulled tightly together above your head and your feet barely touching the concrete floor below you. There were 5 other men standing near you, large guns in their hands and what looked to be masks over their face. 

Tony drops the tool in his hand, “What the hell is this?” 

“Oh now you want to pay attention!” The man comes to your side and a whimper escapes your lips as he holds the gun to your cheek, dragging it along your face and using it to push your hair out of the way, “I knew she would catch your attention.” 

Tony and Bruce exchange a look, “You realize you’ve just kidnapped someone very close to the Avenger’s and that means it isn’t going to end well for you,” He rounds the table to get a closer look at the screen, “So why would you be so stupid to kidnap her?” 

“Because she got what I didn’t.” He yanks your neck back by your hair, causing you to yelp.

“Who? Bucky? I don’t think he is into men.” He sarcastically replies. Deep down he’s actually very worried for your safety but choosing to be sarcastic in a time of danger is a way he copes. 

“Not Bucky.” The man seethes, “She got that position with you at the Avenger’s Tower. You three are working on something very high tech and I want it. I deserve it! And I’m going to get it.” 

“Then you probably should have tried to walk into the Avenger’s tower to take it. Not kidnapped one of our assistants!” 

“Oh I plan to get it out of her.” He taps your head with the gun, “She knows everything, everything about the tech you’re working on and she’s going to tell me. Even if I have to torture it out of her.” He smirks. 

You try to speak to beg tony, to beg someone to save you from this, “Tony please-” You were terrified. You weren’t trained to take torture and you knew this wasn’t going to end well for anyone, especially you. You were only an assistant to Bruce and Tony and Bucky’s girl, but you knew things about the avenger’s and about all the tech Bruce and Tony were working on. You could be the person to bring down the Avenger’s and the man knew that. He knew exactly which person would get him what he wanted. 

He ended the video chat. F.R.I.D.A.Y informs.

"Where’s the location of the video coming from?” Tony asks F.R.I.D.A.Y and Bruce who had been trying to pinpoint the location as well. 

There’s no clear location. 

“It’s bouncing off different wifi connections, there is no one location.” Bruce looks to Tony, “We’re blind. We have no idea where they have her.” 

~ 

Tony calls the team in for a meeting, calmly. He doesn’t want to panic them, especially Bucky because his judgment will be clouded by his love and attachment to you. He probably would destroy the city trying to find you. 

“What’s this about Tony?” Steve asks as the avengers fall into the room and settle in their seats. 

Tony clears his throat, “We have a problem.” 

As Bucky looked around the room there was one person missing, you. “Where’s y/n? I thought she was working with you two.” 

“That’s what I’ve called this meeting about.” Tony turns on the screen and there is a screenshot from the video chat of you and the men. 

“Oh my god.” Wanda gasps. 

“Is that-” Nat asks. 

Bucky swallows the lump forming in his throat, “Y/n.” 

“We received a video chat from this man here earlier. It’s unclear what the hell he even wants,” Bruce begins, “First it was anger for y/n getting the position he didn’t, then it was wanting the high tech we were working on. Y/n is close to the Avenger’s and she knows a lot of things; important information that could be used to bring all of us down. She also knows all information on that new high tech device we were working on. He’s planning to use her to get what he wants.” 

“She’s not.. She’s only a civilian.” Wanda says, “She’s not trained to hide information. To endure that kind of torture.” 

“Which is why we have to find her asap.” Tony says, glancing at Bucky. 

Bucky clinched his hands in anger. He knew how torture worked and to think of you in that position... “You mean you two don’t know where he has her?” 

“We have no idea.” Tony nods, “The man was good. He’s using different wifi signals which means there’s no pinpointing one location.” 

“We’re looking for her blind.” Bruce says.

Another video request, Mr. Stark. 

“Accept it, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Tony turns to the screen to see the same man, but this time you’re in worse shape. Your clothes are dirty and torn; your shirt wasn’t covering anything; There was blood dripping down your cheek. 

“Ah all the avenger’s are here this time! What a treat.” The man smiles, “Including Bucky. Aww.. if you should know your little girlfriend here has been begging for you.” 

Bucky stands quickly, the chair screeching along the floor, “I’ll kill you. Don’t you fucking touch her!” He gets closer to the screen. 

“Oh we already have.” he chuckles, glancing at you, “You want to see your little boyfriend? He seems very worried.” Pulling the video closer, you can see the avenger’s staring back. 

“Bucky.” You whimper, “Please..” 

“Shh.. doll it’s okay. We’re going to get you out of there, okay? Just stay strong for me.” His heart breaks to see you like this and there’s absolutely nothing he can do, “I love you, y/n.” 

The video pans back to the man, “how adorable. Not!” He chuckles, “I just wanted to show you what she looks like one more time. Once we’re done with her, she won’t look the same.” He smooths out your hair, “This girl here is very tough but she’s given us some valuable information.” He sighs, “But it’s just not enough yet,” His hand grips your hair and yanks your head back earning a yelp of pain from you. And with that he ended the call once more. 

~ 

It took Steve, Nat, Sam, and Tony to hold Bucky back from leaving the room. He didn’t know where he would be heading, but that didn’t matter. He was going to tear the city apart to find them, to find you. 

“Let me go!” Bucky thrashes against Steve’s tight grip. 

“Buck, we have to be smart about this!” Steve reasons, “We don’t know where she is!” 

A screenshot from the video is put on the screen, “This is the only thing I could capture.” It’s blurry and you can only see half of the symbol but all the Avenger’s recognize it, especially Bucky. 

Bucky calms as he stares at half of the symbol, “That’s.. That’s an old HYDRA base.” It was one step closer to finding you. 

“Do we know which one?” Wanda asks. She was on standby near Bucky in case they couldn’t contain him. 

“Shield took care of all the bases.” Tony says, “Or at least they thought they did. However, it was hard to determine if the ones destroyed were the only ones.”

Bucky’s gears are shifting as he tries to remember his time at Hydra. He tries to think of anything that could have been said to give off some kind of clue. “It had never been used but there was talk about a base on an island north of Russia. It was a backup in case HYRDA was compromised.” 

“That has to be where they are keeping her.” Nat speaks up from beside Steve, “Where else would there be a HYDRA symbol on a wall? Unless someone painted it but..” 

“It’s worth checking out.” Sam says, “There are only a handful of islands north of russia that a HYRDA base could be built.” 

~ 

The last island the avengers check turns out to be the correct one. Using Stark tech, they find out there is 10 guys inside and then another body in a room that they assume is you. They find a place to land the quinjet without the men noticing. 

“We can’t go in there guns blazing.” Sam grabs Bucky’s arm as he’s about to storm out of the quinjet. 

“Sam’s right.” Nat says, “We have the element of surprise and we need to use that to our advantage so that y/n doesn’t end up getting killed in the crossfire.” 

Bucky knows they’re right, but you’re right there in that building. He sighs and nods, “What’s the plan?” 

The plan goes right and within minutes the men are taken out. Bucky was the one to kill the leader for what he’d done to you. Bucky takes off toward the room and when he enters, you’re curled in a ball on the bed.

“Y/n?” 

You look up at your eyes go wide, pushing yourself back against the wall to put as much distance between you and Bucky. You couldn’t even recognize your Bucky. “Please.. please no more.” You whimper, “I’ve told you everything!” 

“It’s me... it’s bucky.” He takes another step closer to you, but it results in a scream from you.

“Please! I can’t take anymore.. I can’t!” You sob with a shake of your head. Your whole body starts to shake with fright. You couldn’t take anymore torture, anymore pain. You were passed your breaking point and you’d already came clean about everything, but that didn’t stop the torture. 

It’s like you don’t even recognize him and his shoulders slump with defeat, “Y/n.. please..” He starts toward you once more and that’s when Nat grabs his shoulder, “she doesn’t recognize you.” She motions to Wanda who uses her power to practically put you to sleep in a calming state. 

It’s then that Bucky can see the damage they did to you. Blood, cuts and bruises all over your body. You’re filthy with dirt and your hair is a mess. You’re only in a ripped t shirt and undergarments. He’s gentle as he picks up your body. 

“She’s asleep.. she can’t feel anything.” Wanda tells Bucky after seeing his careful hands.

“She’s.. covered in these marks..” He holds you against his chest and Nat takes another look at you, “Electric shock. They electrocuted her.” 

He follows behind the rest of the avengers toward the quinjet. He kisses your head, “You’re safe now, doll... I’m here.” 

~ 

It had been almost a month and you hadn’t spoken a word. You wouldn’t speak to anyone, not even Bucky. The doctor’s informed the avengers you’d been traumatized and that it might take you a while to get comfortable again and that it was best to give you time. You’d gone through a lot and you needed time. 

But it was hurting Bucky not to be able to hold you, to comfort or kiss you during this horrible time. He wanted to be there for you, but the closest he could get is watching you through the window on the door. You would start start screaming when anyone from the Avenger’s team came in. Recently you let Nat inside without screaming, but you didn’t say a word to her. 

He could hear your screams from the nightmares and it pained him not be able to hold you in his arms. It was something you did with him when the nightmares would return in the night and you were the only thing that could calm him. He just wanted to be that for you. 

However, one night he couldn’t help himself. You just continued to scream and cry out like you were in pain and he decided that was it. He needed to see if you were okay. He needed to be there for you.

He ran into your room to find you thrashing around in your bed having a nightmare. He rounded the bed to your side, “hey hey, it’s okay.” He shook you awake and your wide eyes met his. “It’s okay...” He waited for the screams to start once you saw him, but they didn’t come. Maybe this was a good sign. He started to back up toward the door in case this turned bad with you. He didn’t want to push it with you. 

Your eyes filled with tears and you didn’t move. The two of you stared at each other for the longest before you spoke the first words in a month, “Don’t go.” 

Relief flooded Bucky’s body and he had to hold back tears, “I’m not going anywhere, doll.” 

You made yourself comfortable in bed once more, turning on your side. Bucky didn’t want to push his luck and decided the chair by your bed would be a good place for him. 

You made sure he wasn’t going anywhere and then let your eyes close. He stayed there in that uncomfortable chair the rest of the night while you slept. You didn’t have another nightmare that night. It was like your mind knew you were safe and you could finally let yourself go. You were safe and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you again and when you finally realized that, you let Bucky back in. 

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

A Period Drama

Summary: When that time of the month hits, Y/n wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about the world. Lucky for her, Dean has other plans. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warnings: Language, discussion of menstrual cycle 

Author’s Note: I guess I'm emotional this cycle, who knew? Anyway, I wrote this because I wanted to die the other day, and imagining Dean's cuddles was the only way for me to get through it. This is a work of self-indulgence and therefore the Reader is a little less non-descript than I usually try to write, but that's what these things are for! Hope this helps my fellow menstruating people lie it did me xoxo Alex

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A nagging sensation tugged on her strings of consciousness, bringing the sleeping huntress back to the world of the living. Her mind fought against waking, knowing not nearly enough time had passed since she had retreated to her room the previous evening. As the ache deep in her abdomen became more obvious, she stopped fighting and opened her eyes to the darkness of her room. 

“Fuck,” she groaned as she tossed the covers from her body, instantly missing the heat they provided in the recess of the bunker. Y/n rolled from the bed and stood, the action occurring too quickly and the huntress felt the familiar rush between her legs. She cursed herself as she bounded off to the bathroom on the opposite end of the hallway. The socks on her feet muffled her hurried steps as she passed the boys’ rooms. 

Once inside, she went straight for the showers and turned the hot water all the way up. Steam enveloped the space as she stripped her soiled panties and old t-shirt from her body. She let the bathroom turn into a makeshift sauna as she rinsed the blood from her undergarments before finally stepping into the boiling shower. 

It was unclear how long she stood under the water, searing her flesh and scrubbing away the metaphorical grime, all she knew was the relentless heat was managing to ease the ache from her angry uterus. The tentative knock on the bathroom door snapped her back from the silent reverie she had been indulging in, and Y/n noted how the water had gone almost cold. It was likely she had been in there long enough for Sam to have taken his morning run and if her own body wasn’t attacking itself, she might have felt guilty about using up all the bunker’s hot water. 

When she walked out in just a towel, her dirty pajamas rolled into a ball in her arms, she was met with a confused younger Winchester. All she could mutter was a weak ‘sorry’ before she breezed past him and back to her room. The huntress wrapped herself into a pair of sweats and a clean tee, braided her hair out of her face, swallowed a few pain killers, and crawled back under her covers. She thanked whatever higher power had made sure they were hunt-free for the foreseeable future so she could spend the day curled up in a ball. The pills kicked in quick enough to allow her to easily slip back into a blissful sleep.

****

It was nearing one in the afternoon when Dean made his way back inside the bunker, his hands covered in grease and oil from his work tuning up the Impala. He was wiping his hands on an equally dirty towel as he walked into the kitchen to find his little brother making himself a lunch. 

“Please tell me that is not your veggie bacon?” Dean wrinkled his nose as he watched Sam putting together a BLT, the various ingredients strewn about the island. 

“Fine, then I won’t tell you,” Sam didn’t bother to look up from his task to answer his brother. The look of disgust only depended on Dean’s face as he moved around his sibling to wash his hands in the sink. 

The older hunter glanced over his shoulder as the sound of shuffling footsteps grew louder, his gaze landing on a disheveled Y/n. The sweats that hung from her body were wrinkled and she had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. There were lines across the left side of her face, indicating she had been sleeping recently. Worry instantly flooded his system as it was unlike their hunting partner to sleep this late unless she was ill. 

“Sam, what did you do with my heating pad?” her voice was coarse as she didn’t even bother with pleasantries. No ‘hello’, no ‘ how are you’, just straight to whatever business she had in with the younger Winchester. 

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s in the linen closet in the bathroom?” Sam answered, completely unperturbed by her callousness.

“So you put my heating pad in the bathroom,” Y/n rolled her eyes and Sam could only offer her a bewildered nod. “What is with you guys and not being able to put shit back where you found it?” The huntress turned on her heel, not waiting for a response before heading to retrieve the item she was seeking. 

Sam looked over his shoulder at his older brother, his brows knit together in the middle of his forehead. “What the hell was that?” 

“What’s the one thing Y/n uses her heating pad for?” Dean’s lips cured up on one side as he watched the look of realization flash across his brother’s features. The oldest Winchester dried his hands before peeking in the fridge and a few cupboards. “Looks like she could use a supply run. You need anything?” 

“Nah, I’m just going to retreat to my room and pretend like I don’t exist for the rest of the day,” Sam picked up the plate that held his lunch and scurried off, leaving a chuckling Dean behind. 

****

The only light filling her room came from the laptop that was perched in her lap, playing some television show she had stopped paying attention to a while ago, and the filtered light from the hall through the slats in her door. The huntress was still curled into a ball under her covers, attempting to use what little bit of heat from her computer she could muster as she had been unsuccessful in located her heating pad. She felt bad for ripping into Sam about it, but the truth was he had misplaced her belongings, something that she found happened often around the Winchesters, and she was over it today. Pain tended to make her grumpy, as it did most people, and she wasn’t going to apologize for being pissed at their carelessness. 

A soft rapping against her door had her pausing the show as she shoved the device aside. The guest didn’t wait for a response before they pushed the door open, bringing with them a flood of light. Y/n cringed at the sudden change, hiding her face behind her hand. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dean’s familiar chuckle sounded before the click of the latch indicated he had closed the door behind him. “I come bearing gifts.” 

“What?” she was confused by his words as she dropped her hand and allowed her eyes to adjust back to the relative darkness. 

“Your water bottle, half ice, half water,” he set the green canteen on her bedside table. “The heating pad Sammy somehow managed to lose behind the washing machine,” Dean handed her the light green pad folded neatly with the cord sitting on top. Y/n sighed a breath of relief as the eldest Winchester continued. “And a sharable size bag of dark chocolate peanut M&M’s.”

“Dean,” Y/n caught the purple bag as he tossed it her way, biting back a gleeful moan. “I fucking love you.” She unceremoniously tore into the bag and popped a couple of the chocolate candies into her mouth, missing the rush of blood on the Winchester’s cheeks. 

“And finally,” he mimicked a drum roll with his mouth and procured a box from his arms, placing it on her bedside table. The woman frowned, unable to make out the object at first in the darkness. 

“You bought me tampons? How,” she trailed off, not only awestruck by the hunter’s gesture but amazed at his attention to detail as she read the label. 

“There is only one thing you need your heating pad for,” he remarked as he took the referenced object back to plug it into an outlet for her. “Also, you never snap at Sammy.”

“But how did you know what kind to buy?” 

“Kind of hard not to when you have a box of them stashed away in Baby’s trunk,” Dean countered as he perched himself on the edge of her bed. 

“Hey, those are for emergencies. Besides, I’m sure Baby understands.”

“I’m sure she does.” 

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek as she fiddled with the bag of candy in her lap, the kindness shown by Dean throwing her off. She offered the open bag to her hunting partner, who snatched a handful for himself with a grin. 

“Thank you, Dean, seriously. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” her voice was low as the admittance slipped past her lips. “Want to watch some Scooby-Doo with me? You know, if you aren’t busy or anything?”

“I’d love to, sweetheart,” Dean winked at her, that shit-eating grin never leaving his face even as he stood and shucked off his jacket and boots so he could climb into the bed next to her. “Who could pass up Daphne?”

The huntress sat back against the headboard with a roll of her eyes and switched the streaming show on her laptop before unfolding her already warmed heating pad and laid it across her lower abdomen. She moved the laptop at the end of the bed so they could both see it and set the bag of M&M’s between her and Dean to share. 

The two settled into the cartoon, laughing in unison at the ridiculous parts and commenting on how the Scooby gang couldn’t have handled that monster had it been real. Three episodes passed by before a shredding cramp ripped through her stomach, the shock of it enough that she was unable to hide the groan as she had been so far. 

“You okay?” Dean shifted in his spot next to her, his head turning from the kids’ show to his friend beside him.

“No, I’m not okay. It feels like my internal organs are attempting to exit my body,” she snapped, instantly regretting it when Dean subtly recoiled. “Shit, I’m sorry. I--I didn’t mean…” Y/n was cut off as the pain returned just as intense as it had been moments ago, causing her to roll onto her side and into a ball, clutching the heat of the pad against her body like a lifeline. 

“Alright,” Dean huffed before moving the candy and laptop from the bed. Y/n could hear the hunter shift behind her, but her eyes were clamped shut as she tried to breathe through the pain like she was experiencing the contractions of labor of something. She felt the hard lines of his body lock around the curves of her own and his arm snake around her abdomen. His hand rested over hers as he pulled her tight against him, putting more pressure than she had been able to muster against her lower belly. “I’ve got you.”

The heat of his body on one side and the pad against her stomach, combined with the force he was exerting on her uterus, finally allowed her to relax fully for the first time since she had awoken that morning. She never wanted to leave this moment, utterly content in the peace that his presence in her bed brought her. The idea scared her a little, but she figured that was a problem for another day. Now she chose to just live in this moment for as long as he would let her. 

“Why?” she muttered into the dark space after she was sure he had fallen asleep as his grip had relented a touch and his breathing evened out, hoping he wouldn’t answer but knowing she had to ask. 

“Cause I wanted to,” his voice was gruff, indicating he had probably been on the cusp of falling asleep when she spoke up. “I hate seeing you like this. Figured it was the least I could do.”

“Dean Winchester, are you going soft on me?” she quirked up one corner of her lips, unable to fight the giddiness his words instilled in her chest. 

“Sweetheart, there is nothing soft about me when I’m around you,” he chuckled, earning himself an elbow to the gut. He grunted and the two of them fell into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” The hunter was ready for her arm this time, his hand moving to wrap around her forearm and pull it into him so as to trap her even tighter than before in his embrace. Y/n struggled against his hold, giggling like an idiot as the two wrestled in the bed a moment before she relented that he was much stronger than she. 

“Honestly,” Dean placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder once she had settled, only encouraging her to melt further into his arms. “I’d do anything to make you smile, Y/n.”

“Well, then mission accomplished, Winchester,” she turned her head to flash him a genuine smile to which he reciprocated before planting his pillow-soft lips against hers.

P.S. I didn't even try on this title because this is just a little therapy piece and therefore no one should judge me. 

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[sandlessdesert]

mxy recovery in yiling au

resident mo xuanyu liker here to give yall more mxy and his found family in yiling.

please check out the other parts first!

PART 1 | PART 2 | ADD. INFO (you are here!)

im not super concrete on the timeline/how things play out, as this is more just driven by the whims of me wanting to see mo xuanyu happy :D. i’d love to hear your ideas on how this comes to be.

as previously stated, wei wuxian and the wens manage to live in relative peace in the burial mounds.

five years after wwx dies in canonverse, a sixteen year old mo xuanyu is removed from the lanling jin sect, and escapes mo manor a few months after his mothers death.

wei wuxian begins teaching mxy safe practices for demonic cultivation given the few times hes tried to demonstrate it for him gave wwx a heart attack and nearly sent both of them to wen qing.

wwx would have preferred to NOT teach him demonic cultivation, but mxy at this point isn’t really used to relationships where he isn’t explicitly being used for something and therefore is trying to be “useful” so he doesn’t get discarded. wwx would prefer to let him have a choice over what that use is than force him to do something.

over time mxy realizes what wwx is doing and that he really just wanted for him to have a means to protect himself. this takes a long time though.

shortly after, a 9 year old wen yuan is a bit jealous that mxy is stealing his xian-gege’s time and being allowed into the demon slaughtering cave when no one else is really allowed to. wwx explains mxy is allowed in because he’s his disciple. a-yuan declares himself wwx’s new disciple on the spot!

 wwx, unable to say no to his a-yuan, wwx takes him in as a “student” aka just letting him run small errands that are safe. (although eventually, wwx does begin teaching him basics of cultivation when he’s old enough)

two years later, (i’m a bit unclear on the canon timeline here so correct me if this doesn’t make sense) xue yang defects from the jin sect through boredom or inconvenience, before he actually kills anyone, eventually seeking out the infamous yiling patriarch. his ability for demonic cultivation is much lower than the canonverse given that no one has been able to raid and sieze wwx’s research post-mortem because he isn’t... well, dead.

some character relationship things under the cut! this got longer than i thought it would fhsdjhf.

as wwx has three students and TECHNICALLY xue yang joined last, actual child wen yuan calls adult xue yang “mei-xiao shidi” and xue yang nearly threw hands with the kid in response. wwx and mxy bribe xy with candy or something to call him “yuan-shixiong” he is 100% doing this to be a little shit because he’s being raised by wwx, not lwj here.

similarly, mxy is “da shixiong” but more often just “yu-ge/yu-gege” according to wen yuan.

the three disciples have been trying to get wwx and lwj together after watching them somehow not get together for literal years and its EXHAUSTING. 

everyone thought maybe a-yuan’s innocent teases of calling lwj nd wwx father and mother would have done something?? to hint at it? but it doesnt work? 

xue yang tries being direct with wwx but wwx clearly doesnt take it to heart. obviously he’s just being rude or playing a prank or something.

mxy is in pain seeing someone as pretty as lwj throw himself at wwx where wwx doesnt even notice meanwhile his own love life is absolutely awful, not really being able to shake the reputation of his past life in the jin sect or his current life where he lives in the burial mounds with the wen remnants.

mxy and wwx work together to create spiritual devices and sell/distribute the safer and more practical inventions to the locals of yiling to make money.

xy and mxy are fiercely loyal to wwx, but do not hesitate to chew him out to wen qing. xue yang will also physically fight him if he’s spouting bullshit and mxy isn’t in the vicinity (both for mxy’s sake and because he would try stopping xy.)

i wanna be clear, while this is a recovery au, wwx and everyone else in the burial mounds are not perfect nor are they therapists. all of them are dealing with their own trauma, wwx in particular can be unstable and explosive from time to time. being in the burial mounds is HARD and they will occasionally unfairly lash out at each other or do the wrong thing. they can never “fix” mxy or his trauma or erase his past abuse. but the point of this au is that despite their issues, despite them sometimes unintentionally hurting their loved ones they are found family and they care about each other deeply. through mutual love and respect and patience he didn’t get before, mxy does get to recover :)

random other things (mostly just wen yuan stuff because he’s my favourite character)

wen yuan is learning the basics of normal cultivation as well as demonic cultivation and is developing a golden core. wei wuxian gifted him suibian since it’s sort of useless to him.

lan wangji visits from time to time to check in and play cleansing for them all. one day he teaches wen yuan how to play it on the xiao when he’s not around (lmao you think they have the ability to maintain a guqin given the circumstance?). everyone in the burial mounds loves when lwj comes around to play since it usually ends up with a small concert of three echoing out of the cave.

[silentiumdrifter-blog]

This is serious. So read the first part and think carefully if you want to read the second

I have been telling you all about what is happening in Russia, the protests, the panic, the abuses. I translated a facebook post and a couple of articles. But today I would like to do something a little bit different.

Yesterday a woman was arrested during one of the protests. She was taken to the police station and managed to record what happened there. With her permission the audio was published by the OVD-Info service, dedicated to helping those arrested during the protests, and the transcript of said recording was published by Novaya Gazeta independent news website. That transcript is accompanied by the recording itself, it is available on YouTube. If you speak Russian you can listen to the recording or read the original transcript. If you do not, you can listen anyway. Crying is a universal language.

This is a translation of the transcript. This is not a work of fiction. The content of the recording was not edited in any way.

Finally, this is not an unusual occurrence. This is just one of the times it was recorded.

P.S. I never do this but this time I believe it is important enough: if you can, please repost this. This is something that will get lost in the torrent of daily horrible news and might not even appear in the English-language media at all. But it should be known. This is what we are all up against. This is what it looks like on the ground level.

I suppose trigger warnings are appropriate: abuse, degradation, beating, threats of physical violence, threats of electrocution

Small context: at several points Alexandra describes what is happening or what is being done to her. This is likely done to ensure an honest record and context of events on the official police recording devices they are supposed to enable.

*recording starts*

Male voices: Come in <unclear>

Policeman (Pm.): Your surname?

Alexandra Kalujskih (А.К.): Kalujskih Alexandra Alexandrovna

Policewoman (Pw): What is your current place of residence?

А.К.: Ehm, how to say it…like… well, 51-st [Article of the Constitution of the Russian Federation that protects against self incrimination].

Pw: [laughter] Fine. Phone number? So that you could be called and summoned to court! And don’t try to mess with us here!

А.К.: Ehm, no, I want to receive the written summons through post.

Pw: And where?

А.К.: Ehm, the registered adress.

Pw: R-i-i-ight, where do you study?

А.К.: 51-st.

Sound of impact

Pm.: Now, that’s gonna leave a small bruise. Come on, remember, yeah, yes.

Another sound of impact

А.К.: [swearing, expressing the extreme surprise at the strength of the impact] <unclear>, to be honest.

Pm.: So, are we continuing?

Female sigh.

Pm.: Or is it 51-st?

А.К.: Is it ok to ask a woman these questions?

Pw: Yes it is.

Everyone: <unclear>

Pm.: Just look at it, you’ve got [fucking] tits [fucking], udders hanging [fuck]! Look at yourself, [fuck]. [Fucking] monkey!

Pw.: Place of study…

Pm.: I will continue!

Pw: Place of work or study? Do you work?

Pm.: Answer the trivial questions and get lost. We’re going to write down your phone… Give the phone and then the summons… you will be called. The assistant judge will call you. Let’s continue in the same spirit…

Female sigh

Pm.: So yes or no?

А.К.: I already answered

Pm.: So you know what? What goal do you have with your…? We will get our goals… We’ve been here already… Well, [fucking], everyone’s been here, everyone’s face down. What is your goal? I am telling you, I am just [fucking], like this I will consider everything in geometrical progression. We [don’t give a damn]. We are going to take you and…

А.К.: Are you threatening me?

Pm.: Yes! I am threatening you! I am threatening you with physical violence!

А.К.: I am uncomfortable…

Pw: What is your current age?

А.К.: Ehm, twenty six.

Pw: Approximate height?

А.К.: I don’t know…

Pm.: Get up!

Pw: Place of work?

Pm.: One meter seventy eight, or more.

Pw: Do you work?

Pm.: Do you work officially?

А.К.: I refuse to answer

Pw: Where did you learn about the protest?!

Unknown male voice: One time, [hit], of course

А.К.: Oh god…

Pw: Where did you learn about the protest?

А.К.: I don’t know…

Pw: What?

А.К.: 51-st… Listen, you know what’s uncomfortable? I don’t have a bra on… Just don’t look please.

Male voices: Like there’s anything to look at there, [fuck].

А.К.: Yeah, thanks.

Sound of impact

А.К.: Ok, I was hit…

Sound of impact

А.К.: I was hit in a head, in a face with a water bottle.

Pm.: Well?

А.К.: Ouch, [fuck]. <sigh>.

Pm.: I think she is getting off on us [hitting] her.

Pm №2: Just look at her…

Pm.: Yeah, right, this piece of filth. Fucking marginal. What, you think there’s going to be consequences for us? Putin told us to [fucking kill] them, these [fuckheads]. That’s it! Putin is on our side! You are the enemies of Russia, the enemies of the people, [fuck]. I am going to [fucking] [kill you] [fuck], and that’s it. Done and done. We’re going to even get a bonus for that.

Pw: What’s your eye colour?

Pm.: light-hazel.

Pw: Place of work?

А.К.: I refuse according to the 51-st article of the constitution.

Pm.: This isn’t a questioning. This is just the filling out a form part.

А.К.: Well I’ve already said everything.

Pm.: Fine. [unclear - probably addressing the Pm № 2 called Lesha].

Pm №2: Wha?

А.К.: Ah, by the hair, it hurts!

Pm.: <Singing> Hu-u-urts, Hu-u-urts!

<Unclear> Indistinct noises.

Pm.: She’s not washed for like a week! They are all like that! Just look at them all.

А.К.: We’ve been here for more than three <unclear>!

Pm.: More than three <unclear> [fuck, motherfucker]. We’ve been here for more that a day [fucking doesn’t fucking matter]. There are some… You’ve gotta have some self respect.

Pw: Where did you learn about the protest?

А.К.: Ouch, refuse to answer, 51-st.

Pw: [Fuck], what this is all for, I don’t get it.

Female voice №2: I don’t get either.

Pw: You are [morons]! You are [morons].

А.К.: A man is hitting me in front of you, and I am a [moron], yes?

Pw: Yes! Yes!

А.К.: I see.

Pm.: Right, we need to put the ruler here <unclear>.

Pm №2: Right-right, the fingers <unclear>.

Pw: You, [fucking], live in this country, [you're fucking...].

А.К.: Are you discussing electrocuting me right now?

Pm.: Yeah-yeah, well, we’ll have to use 220 [Volt].

Pm.: Stand up, the girl is going to take your picture, walk…

А.К.: No, I refuse to have my picture taken

Pm.: No, you’re going to have to.

А.К.: No, that I won’t.

Pm.: Come on, come on, get up, get up

А.К.: Just don’t hit me.

Pm.: Go, stand there.

А.К.: I won’t stand there, I refuse to have my picture taken, I will sign the refusal.

Pw: Go to this…

Pm.: That’s it, you don’t have a phone anymore, that’s it. <unclear>

Sound of phone impacting a hard surface

Pm.: Took a little flight. It is a football now! You don’t need it any more! That’s it, it’s broken. Since you didn’t…

А. К.: Are you going to write a protocol about taking it?

Pm.: Why do I need to write a protocol about that?

А. К.: You broke my screen here…

Pm.: Well, it was an accident.

А. К.: It fell accidentally?

Pm.: [unclear] came in, slipped. I’ve got three witnesses [unclear].

А. К.: Oh, you didn’t even break it, thank you.

Pm.: Get up!

Noises. Sounds of people walking somewhere along the corridors. A hysterical female crying is heard and the echo of the spaces.

Pm.: Yakovleva!

А.К.: Ouch… [Sigh]

«Yakovleva» (Y.): Not enough? Unclear?

Pm №3.: That’s a copy, right?

Y.: Yes, a copy.

Pm № 3.: Is there an original?

Y.: What?

Pm № 3.: Got the original?

Y.: Does my copy serve as an identification?

Pm № 3.: No, I need a document, see, the identification document, that shows that you are you. Copy is not a document. I don’t give a damn.

Male voices.

Y.: — I will read, what do you wan’t from me? I can’t sign Can I read it? There are just a lot of people lying to your face, to be honest I do not trust them.

A.K.’s loud crying is heard throughout the entire next segment. TV is working in the background — news about the European gas and Ukraine.

Pm № 3.: … sign the form saying you are aware …

Y.: Please help me, let me read what you’ve written about me first…

Pm № 3.: … write your information here…

Y.: No, I don’t work anywhere officially, I don’t study anywhere officially.

Pm № 3.: Just fill in your information.

А. К. is crying hysterically

Pm № 3.: Don’t work…

Y.: Last year I exmatriculated from the RGGU if that tells you anything…

PM № 3.: So to this moment you have only officially finished school?

Y.: Yes.

Y.: 8901… Will I get the sms-notification about the summons? I refuse the sms notification.

Pm № 3.: That’s your explanation. How you took part in the protest. Give me your number…

А. К. is sobbing

Y.: Ok.

Pm № 3.: We’ll write down your number.

Y.: Ok, 901…

Pm № 3.: Take that. Take this with you. Remember, right?

Y.: Yes. This one I know, than you. Is that it, can I write whatever I want?

Pm № 3.: <unclear>

Y.: I will be very polite, unlike the man on the first floor. Should I introduce again or not?

Pm № 3.: … How you took part in this protest…

Y.: What happened, can I write that as well?

Pm № 3.: <unclear>

*end of recording*

This is the translation of the initial transcript — since then there was made a better one and it has been translated too. There are a few differences, and if you want to read it — it has been since posted on twitter. https://twitter.com/haskile/status/1500660770400612359?s=21

Others and I are already working on making the media in Europe and America notice this story. I hope we succeed.

[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void (Whitelist AU)

Well.. I DID IT. This is only chapter 1. I planned on this being a one-shot, but if it was, it would take me so long to finish it. So, chapters it is.

This is crossposted on AO3. I don’t exactly stand with a lot of what it’s doing, but it’s not particularly easy to find fics on Tumblr I feel..and I will never go back to Wattpad. Not again.

@petrichormeraki Whitelist AU fic :)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

They had just left the server to practice for MCC, that was all. Wilbur would be so proud, the two youngest would be sure, if they managed to win one. For Tommy, it would be his first win not aided by his  (Troubled, distrustful, anarchist-)  family, and Tubbo’s first-ever. 

Teams for the next MCC had yet to be announced, but it hadn’t mattered. Tommy had been invited back to every competition since MCC 2, after all- and the competition had already become accommodating to Tubbo, following the..Circumstances, of The Festival. 

The admins hosting the event were concerned, following the events they’d hear of about their server. They hadn’t known much; no one outside their world, really did. But, well..When asked about the status of Wilbur, and if he’d attend- the silence and reaction of the residents of his world were telling.

Barely a handful of players were at the server, practicing. It was calming, for the teenagers. The two had primarily stuck together, as they tended to do after the Pogtopia-Manburg war. The siblings were back together again. And they had each other- they trusted each other, unquestionably. Something more than they could say about anyone else.

By the time they made it back to the world hub, they were already exhausted. The timezone of their server would be late, they were sure. Their arms ached, and legs wobbled with every step. They both felt as if they could fall down, anytime.

Tubbo’s arm was looped around Tommy’s, content to be in the presence of his best friend, without the responsibility of the world on either of their shoulders’. Other players had barely batted an eye at the two- it wasn’t uncommon for teenagers or children to server hop by themselves. Nor for someone passing through a world hub to have outlandish and otherworldly scars. For them to both be teenagers, and scarred so heavily- well, that was a different story.

Still, not a soul stopped them as the tall blond led his friend to a nearby empty portal. As they stood still, Tubbo instinctively released his arm from the boy. Tommy kept Tubbo grounded to him as he worked, talking idly to them and inquiring about build plans. As Tubbo talked, Tommy quickly fidgeted with his communication tablet.

The thin, hovering device was pressed against the large obsidian frame of an otherwise normal, unlit portal.  Pressing out of his inventory, which by mandatory was empty, Tommy opened his server list. The individually named servers popped up. 

Some servers were empty, others grayed out and unavailable, no longer tended to. Muscle memory brought him to Dream SMP.  The status of the server was buffering- it’s availability of connection unclear. It wasn’t unusual- not for world hubs filled with tens of thousands of players at any given time.

With their SMP selected, the portal flickered for a moment- sparks of neon green rippling within, before quickly fading. The whooshes and crackling of a portal being lit, before failing, caught Tubbo’s ears.

“Uh...Is- is the portal good? Did it light? Why does it feel like it’s uh- not?” They tilted his head to the side, towards Tommy. The blond paused for a moment, blinking in bewilderment with his brows furrowed. “No- no it’s not lit..Uh.. What the shit? Hold on, Tubbo-” he huffed, pulling his tablet off the obsidian wall with ease to inspect it.

Blue eyes squinted at the screen. At the edge of the selection for Dream SMP, was an error sign, much to Tommy’s slight horror. “Fucking..Shit-” he hissed, pressing the icon. “‘Server closed for maintence’- what the fuck!” The teen spat. That got a few heads turned him, at his shouts. Most continued walking, merely giving him a wary glance.

Tubbo’s mouth dropped, scrambling for words. “Wh- why? I- I mean, I guess it makes sense- the- the server’s been acting up, and stuff- but- with what noticed?” He squawked, fumbling with their own device. Gliding their hand over the graphics, each thing he touched was read aloud to him quietly in his comm systems.

While Tubbo worked on locating his own messages, Tommy already found his. He scoffed indignantly, his hand clenching at the frame of the tablet. “The chat system for the server’s down too! Holy shit, fucking- what? Were no one fucking prepared for if we all get knocked out of the server at once? What the fuck!” Slight panic edged into his angered words as he shouted.

“Guess not,” Tubbo shrugged, pushing his tablet away, already frustrated with it. “Did Dream send out any sort of alert, for this?” Tommy only scoffed. The brunnett was sure he was rolling his eyes, as well. “Yeah, with a three-minute fuckin’ notice!  Just told everyone to figure it out for themselves, while he fixed shit! What a lil bitch!”

Glares were most certainly being sent towards them by now, Tubbo was sure. Gently pressing himself against the visibly upset and angered boy, he looped their arms back together, reassuringly squeezing his hand.. “We should get out of the way. I’m sure other people are waiting, there’s nothing we can do.” The brunett resigned himself to being the level-headed one between them.

“We can’t just fucking stay here, Tubbo! We ain’t got shit to eat, or anything. It’s not exactly like we thought of packing shit for a few hours of practicing!” The boy protested. He had just gotten L’manburg back, finally, a place he and his Tubbo were okay.

After a moment of silence, Tubbo would speak up once more. “I started installing some more, uh..Hack clients-” “TUBBO WHAT THE SHIT!” “Please, I’d really like to not get in major trouble today.” They’d wince, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The feeling of stares lingered on his back.

“I got a client that should let me into the world last opened on a portal- which, in this case, should be Dream’s server. So we can get on there and- “Call Dream a dick.”

“Exactly. I wouldn’t think it’s dangerous, or unstable or anything to be there..I’m sure he and the rest of Dream Team are there.”

Walking back to the portal, guiding Tubbo back with him, Tommy unattached his own device from the frame. “Uh, want me to put yours on the portal? Or do you got it, Big Man?” The blond tilted his head towards the other boy expectantly.

Dipping their head in thought for a moment, Tubbo hummed. “You can do it. It’s all set up- besides I already turned my text-to-speech off, I was getting a headache from the voice.”  They decided, handing off his tablet to Tommy.

Within moments, Tommy had gotten it set up. Rather than having an individual server selected, the “Connect” button had been highlighted as seen as he reached his friend’s serverlist. 

A flurry of colors splashed within the portal, before settling on a distorting purple. Tommy squinted, glancing towards Tubbo. “That..Does not look like Dream’s server color.” Tubbo tilted his head curiously. “Well.. The site did say it could do that- It’s kinda just ripping the IP and plugging it in illigitmently- it’s incapable of displaying the correct resource, basically.” He played with his friend’s sleeve idly.

“..Fucking- alright, sure. Assuming this is safe- are you ready to hop in?” He pushed down any doubts. Really, nothing worse than what the two already lived through could happen. Tubbo grinned, nodding their head. And so, Tommy led the boy into the portal alongside him. Swirling particles filled his vision, as they flurried around the two- and then they were stumbling to the ground.

Tommy’s eyes shot opened- a dull, thudding pain in the back of his head, as he got his footing. Tubbo was doing the same, losing his hold on Tommy to lean against the portal frame to catch himself.  “...Well. Fuck.” Tommy hissed, rubbing his temple as he looked around the room.

The large portal behind them had dropped them into a large, pyramid-shaped room. The floor below them was sandy, greenery and bookshelves pressed against the walls. Tommy’s mouth dropped to the floor as he viewed ahead of him.

“W-What the fuck! What the shit these people- th-there’s just! Diamond armor!  On display - t-they have fucking elytras!  Holy fucking shit! ” He stammered out the words, his brows furrowed together in complete bewilderment.

“What? That’s insane!..This- this sounds like an ocean? Why can I hear water? Are we on an island?” Tubbo warily stepped, testing his footing.

Tommy instinctively reached back to grab his friend’s hand protectively, nodding vigorously. “I think we’re fuckin’ underwater, or some shit! There’s a water column, and- and the walls fuckin’ tilt, and then it’s all water and shit! The ceiling is just the ocean!”

..Descriptions never seemed to be Tommy’s strong suit. Nonetheless, Tubbo nodded along to the words, warily listening. All that could be heard was the crashing water overhead the water-bound structure. The boy shivered with unease at this.

“Are there any players? Did- did us joining get sent through the comm system, do you think?” Tubbo summoned his comm’s back to his hands, but Tommy must’ve already had his out. “Fuckin- i’m still connected to Dream’s. It didn’t give me the option to look at whoever the fuck’s this is. Tommy growled, uneasiness and anxiety gnawing at him.

 And then, there was a flash of light and particles. A man in a..Bee-themed, space/futuristic-Esque suit appears on the other side of the room. Another, far more mundane seeming man, manifested next to him.

The energy in the room shifted to something unfamiliar to the two teens. Tubbo shivered, desperately grasping tighter at Tommy. The blond boy had stood rigid, blue eyes cold and wary as he stared challengingly at the two strangers.

While the helmeted, bee-colored man visibly had plates of enchanted Netherite glittering on him, the human beside him was bare of any protection, defenses, or armor.   The teen didn’t know what to make of either of them.

Pacifyingly holding up a weaponless hand, the helmet man cleared his throat. “We weren’t particularly expecting visitors, or any surprise drop-ins this late to our season.” Their voice wasn’t accusatory, but it certainly edged on the skeptical side

From the yellow-tinted helmet, Tommy could barely make out a faint reflection of light in purple eyes. His throat felt full of vile, the blond boy practically growling as he held he pushed himself in front of Tubbo.

In retaliation, Tubbo gently shouldered the boy before poking out beside him, facing vaguely towards the man who spoke. “I’m sorry for him- this..This is an accident, uh, Sir.” They chuckled anxiously.

The helmeted man- who by now, Tommy had presumed was the admin- tilted his head. “While accidents aren’t necessarily uncommon on a server such as ours- one quite like this, so far into our progress certainly is.” The Southern fellow beside the bee-helmet man spoke up, his expression passive and at ease as he stared over the boys.

“You two don’t look like you’re here to give us issues- don’t you agree, X?” The helme-  X,  apparently- surveyed the two teenagers for a moment more, before nodding. “Good, then.” The human(?) smiled, dipping his head.

Tommy scoffed, glaring at the man.  “Where the fuck are we?” The blond’s eyes flickered between the two adults stood opposite of them. While the man remained unphased, glancing expectantly at X- said player took a step back, tilting their head.

“Well, considering there’s not really a way to  accidentally derp your way into here- I’d expect you’d know.” While X wasn’t unkind, his tone was expectant. Accusatory, maybe. 

Before Tommy could open his mouth to blabber and cover their asses, Tubbo put his arm out in front of the other. “It really was an..An accident- it wasn’t this server we were trying to get into- wherever we are.” He’d chuckle uneasily, shifting their weight. They weren’t sure what to make of their unknown surroundings.

“Our home-server seems to be down.. And- no one told us where to go,  so I said i knew a way we might be able to go back, and uh..It got us here.”  They’d finish, anxiety spiking as he was unable to gauge their reaction.

“Yeah- and we’re not gonna fuckin’ do shit. We don’t even know where the fuck we are. Just- leave us be!  Or send us back, or some shit-” “Alright, alright! Hey, we’re not fighting with you!” X would cut off Tommy, who’s blue eyes shot a cold glare to the slightly frazzled man.

The younger Brit couldn’t help but get amusement from the way the masked man was so visibly startled from his swears. “You two..Don’t particularly look in the condition to just.. stay in the World Hub. Do you have someplace else to go? How long have you been locked out?” 

Beside the apparent Admin, who had not-so-subtly manifested a transparent screen in front of him, the human looked in exasperated amusement at the helmeted fellow. “Forgetting something there, Shashwammy?” The Southern man spoke with fondness.

Before the admin could react, the man turned back towards the accidental intruders. “You’re in the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, my friends! Hermitcraft Seven, to be specific. I’m Joe, of the Hills variety- and this is my pal, Xisumavoid! Though he’ll likely go by just about anything you can think to call him.”

Tommy looked beside him at Tubbo for a moment, his brows pinched together as he quietly scoffed. This is gonna get really tiring if he talks like this all the time. The blond thought absentmindedly.

In the meantime, Tubbo himself was speechless- positively bursting at the seams. “Hermitcraft?! This is Hermitcraft? Oh, oh void I just broke into Hermitcraft-” They babbled for a moment, jittering as he attempted to compose himself. Tommy raised a brow, eyeing them. 

“You say that as if that means fuckin’ anything to me, Tubbo-”

“I. I’m so sorry, uh, Mr. Hills, Mr. Void!” Their voice cracked, as the words ran out of his mouth. “I swear this isn’t something we do on the regular, I’d never want to disrespect anyone, or any server- especially not Hermitcraft!” He’d continue, laughing anxiously. 

“I’m a huge fan of the work done here! Just, everything I’ve seen- uh, and, and heard, about the Hermits! Fu- frick. Uh. Sorry!”  Tubbo finished, practically panting. 

While Joe had seemed appreciative and amused, Tommy couldn’t get a read on Xisuma. Not that he particularly cared what either of them felt; he barely understood the meaning of the words from Tubbo, all that mattered was they weren’t about to belittle the other boy.

“Mr. Void.. That- that might be a new one-” The British admin had quietly chuckled easily, shaking his head. “No, no need for that. I’m Xisuma, or X. I’m glad you appreciate our work, the Hermits around here work non-stop. And we’d be glad to try and help you two, yes?”

“We don’t fuckin’ need help- We stay here, or we don’t. We don’t need pity or some shit. If you’re gonna get all fussy at the fuckin’ idea of us staying in the Worldhub, then just leave us be here, I guess. We don’t need anyone’s help or charity.” Tommy growled, his arms crossed stubbornly. He could hear Tubbo sharply inhale beside him, weakly nudging at his side.

The two inhabitants, Hermits, Tommy mused, seemingly shared a look for a moment. Tommy’s blue eyes were unyielding from them, as Tubbo’s quiet babble of scolding went through deaf ears.

Slowly nodding, the helmeted admin stepped back. “You two don’t have anywhere you could go?” He’d ask, hesitantly. Tommy glanced beside him, at the short, blinded boy. Blue from Ghostbur weakly stained his hands.

No one else outside of Dream SMP had learned about Wilbur’s fate, not yet. That certainly wasn’t a conversation either of them was willing to have yet, with anyone. Dream would be mad. Dream would be furious if word got out on the nature of his server. 

With that thought, Tommy tore his gaze away from his friend. The boy stared as close as he could to the Admin’s eyes, a challenging look in his hardened blue eyes. “Nowhere.”

Xisuma conceded, nodding. “Fine, then.” He agreed, his tone far softer than it had any right to be, from such an imposing figure. Tommy pondered for a moment if the Admin was taller than him. The possibility made Tommy feel all the more disdain towards him.

Tommy tilted his head, watching expectantly. “Well then? Can we just be- be fuckin’ left here, or some shit? We don’t need to be babysat.” “Tommy, please, don’t pick a fight here-” “Yeah, yeah, Tubbo..”

Xisuma winced, nodding. “Sure.. If you want to be left alone, that’s fine. There’s Elytras’ in the room behind us, and rockets in the chest. That’s the only way to get out, besides from the Nether. It should be linked to our Netherhub, so you shouldn’t have too big of a trouble, yeah?”

Tubbo hesitantly nodded, his grip tight around Tommy’s hand. “Alright, then.” Xisuma nodded, glancing towards Joe. Tommy had all but forgotten the man was there, the Southerner having been quietly observing them.  “Joe, you’re free to go, my friend.”

To Tommy’s perspective, Joe certainly seemed to have some reservations. Whether they were about leaving teenagers unattended or leaving strangers in their server, the blond wasn’t sure. Nonetheless, Joe accepted his fate, nodding breezily before enderpearling his way out of the spawn.

Xisuma turned back to the two, one final time. Tommy didn’t miss the way that Xisuma flinched at Tubbo’s large scars, nearly growling when he saw the admin’s reaction.

“You two have been competing in MCC.” That caught Tubbo, off-guard. The brunnett’s brows furrowed together, tilting his head. “Huh? How do you know that-”

“My Hermits have been competing there for a good while. I need to keep track of them all, I haven’t missed the team announcements.” Xisuma explained breezily, something akin to fondness in his tone. “The other Hermits said that they love MCC, and the other participants. And that they trust almost all of them- don’t take advantage of that, alright?”

Quietly scoffing, Tommy looked away. Beside him, Tubbo nodded. “We’ll try- thank you. For letting us stay here, just for now.”

Despite the situation, Tubbo couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy at the idea of being in a Hermitcraft world. He hadn’t been able to hear about, or see anything about their recent achievements in a long while.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll add you two to the communication connection. Most of the Hermits have a..Tendency of getting themselves in trouble, quite a bit. Don’t be alarmed if someone spawns, they’re almost never here long enough to be dragged in,” He spoke casually, easily. Tommy wondered for a moment what exactly their definition of trouble was.

“Someone will be here to check on you, soon. Don’t get yourselves hurt, please. We’re happy to help here.” He continued, glancing between the two. Tubbo fidgetted, nodding numbly, as he could practically hear Tommy roll his eyes beside him.

Quiet mechanical whirring buzzed as holographic, shimmering bee-like wings expanded behind him.  “Good, then.” Xisuma dipped his head, before familiar red-and-white rockets appeared in his hands.

Before Tommy could lung to cover Tubbo’s ears, Xisuma had already taken off. White particles were left behind him, but the expected boom never came, merely a small pop and smoke. The sight of them, nonetheless, couldn’t help but leave a bitter taste in Tommy’s mouth.

While Tubbo was visibly startled, cringing and nearly tumbling over, he didn’t feel his chest constricting the way it usually would, typically. They’d both consider it a win, for now. Tubbo fell over into Tommy’s arm, as his best friend pulled him into a side hug.

They both slid down against the wall. The conversation alone had taken out all remaining energy they had left in them. Tommy’s gaze surveyed his friend for a moment. “So,” He said pointedly, Tubbo lifting his head to face him.

“What the fuck was that, and what the hell is Hermitcraft?”

[bibbykins]

hi ! i love your yandere contents most- i don’t know how i end up loving yandere because most people think yandere is quiet disturbing and not a healthy behaviour, and yours kind of soft-ish mostly so less disturbing. i did read hard yandere just for fun, still i fell kind of uncomfortable though. like kind of feels sicks about it. but yours is nice enough because both mutual pining so it less disturbing.

yet afterall, i realised that somehow i kind of having this yandere behaviour in me. when i’m in relationship before, i really really don’t like it when my partner talk to another girl, like i feel so insecure and i just want him to myself. thankfully that i don’t have that urge to kill or anything oh my god - GOD FORBID- or else that will be so mess up istg. but at the time my partner is like really really a good boy though, he knows that i don’t like he talked to another girl, and after that he NEVER talk to another girl. and yeah, but we broke up though, ironically because i don’t like him being so clingy to ke hahhahahaha what a mess up person i was. then i never been in relationship until then, so i don’t know what kind of person am i if i ever fall in love after this. i hope i can be a normal person that in love with decent behaviour though. hopefully.

oh and my friend, she’s married to her boyfriend since high school, let me tell you. his boyfriend, right now is her husband, he’s super damn yandere in real life though. luckily he don’t kill, hopefully no. but he did get in fight -verbally and physically- with those boys who talk to her. damnnnnn, and he don’t like it when she spends too much with us, her girlfriends like how mess up thoughhh. and we tried to make them break up for few months, less than one month they freaking getting back together. that damn boy begging to her and she loves him so much that she turn blind eye and getting back secretly with him. and now they are married and have one child. damn her story makes me realised, yandere does exist. i just realised about this after giving it some thought.

ugh, goosebumps.

WARNING: DISCUSSION OF ABUSE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, HARMFUL TRAITS

First, I want to say I mean no hate or malice to this anon.

Then, I want this to serve as a reminder for everyone to read my disclaimers above my Seven Princes Masterlist and the Silhouetted Bonds Masterlist as well as the way I tag all fo my yandere fics as unhealthy relationships (pls let me know if I missed one) because I have said this several times, and will say this again: these yandere behaviors are just abusive and toxic behaviors irl. I have always stated the relationships in my fics are unhealthy/toxic and only "work" in my fics bc it is simply fiction. It is in a world that looks like our own in some cases but is not our own at all.

This ask makes me extremely uncomfortable since you, anon, are describing abusive and toxic traits within you and your friend's husband and the fact that there is now a child involved makes me sick to my stomach. This is another reason I don't feel comfortable writing children into my yandere fics bc although it is a world I created, I simply cannot stomach involving a child.

I implore you to seek help for these harmful behaviors that hurt other real people and I hope your friend's husband does the same. I also beg of everyone to read my disclaimers and seperate fiction from reality, understand that dark romance is not the blue print or something that is acceptable in the real world. We can gush about these unhealthy relationships bc it is simply fiction and hurts no one.

I, and often other writers of dark content, write because we know it is fiction and sometimes write to even deal with our own trauma, or have some escapist fantasy of unconditional and undying "love", however that manifests in our stories. Because of this often heavy content, I encourage everyone to read tags, disclaimers, and author's notes.

Yanderes don't exist irl, those are abusers. Yandere, in my opinion, is not a term I feel comfortable using to talk about people in the real world.

I do not write yandere bc I think it would be cute or funny irl, it's a fictional device for a fictional world, and I would never be so harmful to my partner and I hope you all share the same sentiment.

Please do not send me details about your harmful behaviors or your friend's abusive things like this are not only triggering but just plain upsetting.

Again, please understand, as I've stated many times, the relationships I write are not healthy and only "work" bc they exist in a world I created.

I really debated not answering this ask at all but I felt it needed to be said just in case. If any of this has been unclear, please ask me to clarify because this is extremely important to remember when consuming my fics, and for the most part any media in general.

[darkpurpledawn]

So content warning for seemingly-dire-but-mostly-nonsensical medical situation in the aftermath of an accident and mild body horror played for laughs in this ficlet.

For @racketghost 's 13 Days of Halloween and prompt "bones"

“I almost hate to do it, that radiologist is positively glowing. And the residents are fascinated by your labwork.”

Crowley attempted to glower at Aziraphale through a tangle of tubes that were trying to assess his blood oxygenation, measure his pulse, and deliver saline solution, but were mostly just prompting their associated machines to beep in abject terror.

“You could be making a better attempt, I must say,” Aziraphale went on. He sounded ferociously, unnervingly calm as he picked at a disappointing muffin from the cafeteria. “I reckon I’ll have to wipe the memories of half the A&E at this point.” His voice had that particular tranquility which precedes major volcanic eruptions.

“Sorry I couldn’t look normal for the technicians, I was a bit preoccupied with my, what was it”--Crowley lifted a piece of carbon paper off the blanket with his unshattered hand and read--“extensive and irreversible blunt force trauma injuries and systemic organ failure. It was an accident, you know.”

“You hit three pedestrians.”

“I healed three pedestrians while I was bleeding out on Balfour Mews, angel!”

“Yes, I know, they’ve been telling the Daily Mirror they were chased by a swarming nest of vipers.”

“Look, demonic healing has some trade-offs, OK? Sometimes it makes sensible people give interviews with the Daily Mirror. Why are you so angry with me, I’ve never been more sympathetic in my life.” Crowley stuck out his bottom lip and indicated his numerous monitoring devices and broken limbs.

Aziraphale gave a quiet huff and looked back at the magazine whose crossword he had completed thrice in increasingly obscure languages. Despite the fact that he had at no point been thrown through a windshield that day, he seemed to be in a far greater state of shock.

Crowley appeared to lose his nerve at Aziraphale’s silence, and addressed his next inquiry to the muffin crumbs. 

“Is the Bentley, er, doing alright?”

“Well that’s the trouble,” Aziraphale said, angry at once. “The sodding Bentley didn’t crumple at all, didn’t even dent! After you were--forcibly ejected, it drove itself off to the Cartoon Cinema without so much as a by-your-leave.”

Crowley let out a relieved sigh that almost displaced his nasal cannula.

“One would think,” Aziraphale continued, crushing the muffin in clenched fingers, “that you were more concerned with keeping your car looking nice than not getting yourself discorporated, even now. I don’t trust that Hell would ever let you out again if--if it came to that.”

The heart monitor flatlined and began wheedling for supervisory attention. Crowley opened his mouth, then closed it, then after poking at the juncture of IV and arm he said “Angel, look, I didn’t--”

There was a knock on the open door frame.

“Mr. Crowley, is this a good time?” a short man in a long lab coat asked.

“Actually we’re rather occupied,” Aziraphale started, but Crowley cut in.

“Yeah. S’fine.”

The doctor paced up and down for a moment, looked at the flatlining heart monitor and the flickering oximeter, and swallowed heavily. “Ah, I don’t really know how to say this or where to begin. Quite frankly, Mr. Crowley, you are the luckiest man who has ever been admitted to this institution, and not a single person on our staff has the faintest idea how you are still awake and speaking.”

“Er, prognosis good, then?” Crowley asked. Aziraphale snorted without mirth, then covered the awkward moment by getting up to throw the crushed muffin in a rubbish receptacle labeled BIOHAZARD.

“Mr. Crowley, I don’t want to alarm you, but these are your x-rays.” He handed Crowley a bluish film.

Crowley stared at them for a moment. 

“So this is...bad?”

The doctor blinked once, and switched into a tone of voice like the one Aziraphale used for small children and Crowley used for especially recalcitrant rhododendrons.

“Sir, your entire skeletal structure amounts to your skull, a spine, and some supernumerary vertebrae. Your arms and legs appear to be made of cartilage developed subsequent to the rest of your bones. Your liver is nonfunctional and is covered in scar tissue that one of the ICU nurses noted appears to spell ‘PLEASE STOP’ in Latin. According to medical science and our leading bioethicists, not only are you already dead, it is completely unclear how you were ever alive.”

Crowley flashed an uneasy smile. “Miraculous, eh?”

“Mr. Crowley, you have the internal organs of a ball python and the pulmonary damage of a five hundred year old smoker.”

I quit in the nineties, Crowley mouthed at Aziraphale, who hid his head in his hands.

“Furthermore,” the doctor said, “Your body temperature was at 11 C before you underwent extensive blood rewarming, during which it was discovered your blood has the physical properties of tar bitumen and the pH of battery acid.”

Crowley twisted his several blankets. “It, er, runs in the family.”

“Mr. Crowley, I have never been so completely at a loss for diagnosis. A year’s worth of Lancet articles could be published on your congenital ocular condition alone. Your heartbeat has been undetectable for seven of the last eight hours, and yet you entered the trauma ward slurring to the paramedics about a recent purchase of beachfront property.”

Aziraphale’s head snapped up. 

“I’m afraid we’re really rather occupied,” he said, and drew his hand down with a brusque finality. There was a bright glow of light that made Crowley wince.

“Of course, Mr. Fell,” the doctor said in an altered voice. “I’ll have the discharge papers brought up presently.” He left the room, after glancing at the heart monitor and writing down a number it did not display.

“So, ah. Beachfront property.” Aziraphale bit his bottom lip.

“Erm, yeah. I, well, I might have driven off the road a bit when I saw the message from the real estate human. Angel, I, ah, I sort of bought us a house. I’d like a--gosh why is it so hard to talk? must be all the morphine--a future. If you want to erm, live in it with me.”

Aziraphale’s eyes were overflowing with tears, so it was perhaps understandable that he collided with Crowley’s bandaged face a little too hard when he bent to kiss him.

“My dear,” he said as his throat made a noise like a dolphin hiccupping, “may I kindly suggest that if you want a future so badly you put some airbags in your bloody car?”

Crowley flinched at the word ‘airbags’ like he flinched at ‘Pater noster qui es in caelis.’

“Fine, angel, fine. But if I do, I get veto power over all tartan slipcovers, seasonal wreaths, and chintzy fireplace knicknacks at that seaside cottage. In perpetuity.”

Aziraphale grasped Crowley’s less-injured hand, squeezed tight, and began to daydream about inflicting quaint garden statues upon the years to come.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

[Zelda's pretty disgusted with herself.]

Part 23 of Link's Thought Brambles

And now, Link? You are screwed. Because you’ve gotten yourself WORKED UP but you’re too damn injured to go digging for a rag you can mess up, you’re not willing to mess pants you know someone else will see before they end up in the laundry, and your fricking door is cracked and Kerkand is right there with Beraya not ten feet from him. If you were a little less hurt, you could get up and close the door… and then you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it because you’d be pretty sure they’d be pretty sure they knew what you were up to.

Face it, Link. You are dumb.

”Breathe. Breathe, Zelda.”

You’re extra dumb because she might just come back in here. What if she forgot something? If she left the slate in here, she’d absolutely come back for it. It’s basically part of her at this point. And if she walks in now, she just might be able to tell something seems out of place if she looks at you.

“If she walks in now, she just might do exactly as you imagined.”

What is WRONG with me?

“There’s nothing wrong with you. I, on the other hand, have eavesdropped on something I should have torn my eyes from once it became apparent.”

Better try to sleep. Just close your eyes. Try not to think about her.

“What do I do? The next time I see him, this will most certainly be the first thing to cross my mind.”

My dreams will probably screw me up, anyway. Please, please, don’t let me wake up a mess.

“Perhaps I ought to legitimately attempt to turn this feature off. What if—what if someone else were to find this? I’d thought to turn it into a journal, but it’s clear at this point it won’t function as mine—as Link’s it could, but even journals are filtered thoughts. One doesn’t write everything down-”

Maybe she’ll be here when I wake up. Maybe she’ll hold my hand again.

“…I don’t want to give him up, do I? I don’t want to stop knowing what he… what he… Even though, truthfully, this mind-reading feature caused this deadly mess. Without it, I would never have known he went below the castle nor been concerned when his thoughts seemed to disappear from existence. Clearly there is either a distance limit or the communication is hindered by too much material between itself and the thinker.

“I ought to tell him. The greatest offence is in my deception, for his thoughts changed considerably once he thought I’d ceased to monitor them. I can even know the content of his dreams better than he can recall it himself. Yet he knows nothing of mine. Only what I present at my surface.

“I wonder. Why—why has the slate hooked on to him so tightly? How did he activate this feature in the first place? I know he’s unaware—that he attempted to use the camera—but what can he possibly have done in so short a time holding the slate that Purah and I had not already discovered?

.

“There’s no indication in the interface—none at all. There’s nothing to toggle the feature on or off. It’s designated ‘Log,’ which makes sense. Purah would not approve, but I believe I must examine the source code, which is far easier to do when connected to her guidance stone. This screen is small for it. Still—I’m certainly not tired anymore… I may as well look.

.

.

.

“The code makes references to the User, just as the Divine Beasts’ does. The User is linked to the slate… obviously… it doesn’t read everyone’s thoughts…

.

“It’s unclear to me what part of this code interprets what it receives. It appears to call several unrelated functions.

.

.

“This function most certainly activates and deactivates a specific hardware device.

.

“This one does not appear to, though in-line, the function calls appear to serve similar purposes.

.

“I could temporarily remove the call for the hardware device, re-compile, and see if the device still registers my speech. Link appears to have fallen asleep… but I can at least test how it responds to sound. Yes. Comment out the function call. Re-compile. Speak. Then undo my changes.

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“-and there’s my voice once more. The hardware—the hardware device is the sound receiver.

“So… what receives the thoughts? And why did it never activate the many times Purah or I used the slate, but only when Link happened to pick it up? Is there somewhere his fingers could have touched—perhaps on the reverse side—a button or touch-toggle we never noticed? It seems unlikely…

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“It seems not.

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“I ought to sleep on it. I… I ought to.

“I will try.”

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What’s all that noise? Bees? BEES! No birds this morning? The birds and the bees… Nothing’s stinging me. Just the hurts I already had. I must be… must be lost in my own head… dreaming…

“I’m not sure he’s up yet, kiddos.”

Kerkand.

“It’s okay, we can be QUYYYY-EHHHHHT!”

“… Uh. Well-“

“Please please please we got here first!”

Kids?

“I realize that, but-“

“Sir Beraya- Sir Kerkand- what-?”

Her voice.

“Good morning, Princess.”

“And to you, Sir Beraya.”

“There’s a line to see you—Sir Link—both of you, I think.”

A line?!

“I… I… can see that- gracious…”

“Princess? Should we-“

“I’m awake. What’s going on?”

There she is. She’s dressed but her hair’s still a mess. She’s twisting it up, like she did that day on the rampart.

“You should see this for yourself, Link. Do you think you can stand?”

“I… uh-” No idea. No idea at all. Feet, inch the feet right. Dropping my calves off the bed should be easy at least. I sat up for dinner yesterday and it was fine propped, can I-? Up on elbows, okay. Up on wrists? HURTS. Grit teeth, Link. She’s clearly waiting for you to get an arm around her shoulder.

Oh. Maybe I shouldn’t do that. That might be extremely unwise-

“It’s alright, Link, let’s see if-“

Ow ow ow ow OW OW OW OW RRRRRRRGGGGHH”HHHGGGHT.”

“You’re heavier than you look.”

“The left leg. It’s not great.”

“It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

Wow. She does have me, doesn’t she?! I never realized she was so strong.

“Sir Beraya, would you bring the chair into the hallway please?”

“Yes, Princess.”

Damn that leg wound hurts. Vayden’s sword went right through my muscle. Not just a flesh wound. Someone took good care of it. That kind of damage can easily kill if it festers, and I could’ve bled out. Step. OW. That sound. Not bees. Not bees at all. People. How many…

“He’s up, he’s up!!”

Wow!

People. PEOPLE. So many. Kids, cooks, maids, soldiers, servers, even townsfolk, even CLERGY! Wow there’s Greanmare, there’s Brinn the stablemaster, I even see some of the people who were in the melee. What- what-

Leeza, a huge smile on her face.

“Princess. Sir Link. We put out a call for some folks to cheer you up now you’d woken. This is the response!”

No way...

“It seems these three need to get back to the kitchen shortly-“

“We do!!!! Can we go first, please?!?!”

Go first?

“Just one moment—let’s get Sir Link seated. He’s still recovering.”

She’s lowering me lowering ow ow ow ow OW OW oh… the hard seat’s not so great… I guess I should be glad Beraya didn’t grab the chaise, though. I’ve never sat on one of those, and I’m pretty sure they’re considered distinctly un-manly.

“Thanks, Princess.” Her face. That’s a grimace, not a smile. Not like the one she wore yesterday. What did I do? Did I touch something I shouldn’t have? I was trying to be careful. You screwed up, you screwed up, Link, what did you do wrong?

“Sir Link, YOU- WERE- AWESOME-“

“You shot fire from your SWORD!”

“You ran ON THE WALL!!!”

“AND launched yourself like a giant spinning horseshoe WEYRWEYRWEYRWEYR and you smacked like twenty people at once!”

“POW PSSHHHH and that AAAAAAAAAAHHH you did when you spun around and knocked them all down with POWERS!“

“You jumped THIRTY FEET STRAIGHT UP!!!!!”

“Noooo, no, no I definitely didn’t jump thirty feet-“

“You’re right it was more like FORTY!!”

“No it-!”

“You’re the BEST CHAMPION!”

“Hehehehee-“

“See, the Princess thinks so, too, don’t you, Princess?”

“Hmmm. I suppose I do.”

“Myrri made something for you! Myrri, where’d you go?”

“She’s SCARED.”

“No, I’m not.”

She’s so small. I’ve seen her in a corner of the kitchen, flouring and sugaring. She didn’t seem so little on the stool.

“Here, Princess.”

There’s the floppiest bouquet ever. Those’re weeds. Makes sense… it’s not exactly flower season… she probably picked them off the windowsill cracks around the mess.

“For me?”

“Yep.”

“My- how lovely, Myrri. You must have worked so hard.”

“There could be beetles in it.”

That kid is totally hoping for beetles.

“I love beetles. They’re so interesting!”

Seriously?!

“Me too, Princess!”

Wow, I guess I’m the weird one.

“But my mom says they’re biscusting.”

Ooh, biscusting, that has potential! File that one away for later, Link.

“That’s alright. More beetles for us.”

Hmmm. Put beetles in something the Princess will open- listen for reaction. Learn whether she’s a good liar or not. Yes. Plan! Or maybe not. Not if you already did something that bothered her. Save it for a year from now, maybe…

“Here!”

“Huh?” What did she just put on me?

“He’s your pet, now.”

“O-oh. He’s a snail.” And his goo is now on my pants.

“He’s nails.”

“It’s snail, Myrri.”

“No, that’s his name, Nails.”

…Oh my Goddess, this kid is a genius. She needs training. Experience.

“Oh, I see! Thank you. I’m sure Sir Link will take excellent care of Nails.”

Rhyming games. You’ve got this, Link. Next time you’re in the mess early you’re playing with this kid.

“Okay, bye!”

“We gotta go, feel better-“

“You KICKED ASS!”

“Heh. Thanks.”

“FWOOSH-“

“BASH-“

“LEAP!”

“Princess, Sir Link.”

The stablemaster.

“Sir Link, it’s good to see you up. The stablehands and I are fond of you and Rionee. You can tell a lot about a man by his horse, and it’s rare to see one so fond of their rider as she is of you. She hears your footsteps coming a hundred feet off and perks right up. She came to us as well looked-after as we’ve ever seen a horse. I hope the Princess will agree you’ve worked wonders with Tass, too. If you ever tire of knighthood, I’d recommend you open a stable.”

Opening a stable. It sounds nice, actually.

“Princess…”

Oooh. Uh-oh.

“Hmm. I know you shan’t comment on my horse-whispering ability, Brinn, for I have none.”

At least she knows that…

“Ah, ah haha, forgive me, Your Highness.”

It’s basically her least-endearing quality…

“We’re happy to help any time – but in all honesty, you’re already in capable hands. I’ll say this—no one who mucks the stalls out aught be blamed when the horses muss the whole lot again. No one ever really finishes their work. All we can do is keep on working. We’re behind you, Princess. I won’t let any gossip fly around me anymore. I got too used to keeping my mouth shut, and it’s plain to see it was wrong of me. I’m sorry, Princess.”

“…Thank you.”

You shouldn’t look at her, Link. She might be tearing up. That might be what the funny voice is. If you look at her you might make her cry.

“Some came with me to say their piece too, but I think I spoke for us all – you want to come over, show your faces?”

Wow. How many stablehands are here? Are there any left at the stable?! Grunner, Qeeten, Nugg, Aurie, there’s two whose names I don’t know, Wert, Yillah, another one I don’t know-

“Thanks-“ “Thank you-“ “Hope you’re ok-“ “Sugar cubes for Rionee-“ “Any time-“ “Your horse misses you-“ “We’ll take care-“ “Want us to stick manure in anyone’s boots?” “Glad you’re up-“

“Aurie, don’t be spiteful.”

“Sorry, Brinn.”

“Let’s clear out, all. You need us, we help. Any time.”

I can’t help it. I have to look. There it is. I see a shiny streak on one cheek. It’s a tear of happiness though, right? She’s touched.

Greanmare… and some of the servers from the dining hall.

“Princess. Please allow us to express our shock and horror at the happenings three mornings ago.”

He has such a deep, rumbly voice. Mesmerizing.

“It was far beneath all their stations to judge you so—EITHER of you.”

“Th-thank you, Greanmare.”

“Won’t you join us more often in the hall? We’ve noticed, haven’t we, that you’ve been avoiding it. I can’t control what the more foolish seated at the table may say, but I shall take a far firmer hand with the staff. I daresay I didn’t realize how harmful it had become and I beg your forgiveness.”

“Y-you have it, Greanmare.”

More tears. I can feel them in her voice. The others are nodding. Oh, there’s Greanmare’s hand. He wants to shake mine. Okay.

“Sir Link. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for defending our Princess.”

“You’re welcome.” I did it for her… but he really does seem remorseful. I don’t know him that well. But if his apology moved her, it was important. Shake his hand firmly. I think he means it.

Farniha!

“I must address you first, Your Highness. My intent in joining the melee was not in judgement of you. I want to assure you of that. I saw you-“

Oh, eye contact, then.

“I saw you as a victim.”

Victim?! What did she think I’d done?

“But once you accepted Sir Link’s sword, I should have re-examined the situation.”

Dear Goddess. Did she think- did OTHER people think-

“I didn’t. I apologize. Sir Link.”

“Y- yes?” All the blood just left my extremities, didn’t it?

“You are extraordinary.”

“Uh. Thanks. So are you.” And the hall got real, real quiet. Huh? Can they tell I’m chilled to my core?

“…You’re not much like your father, are you, Sir Link?”

“…No. No, not really.” Don’t shiver. Hold it back.

“Then I’m that much more of a fool. I look forward to crossing swords with you again, when heads are cooler and you’re fully recovered. And Princess—you have my sword.”

It’s not working. I’m shivering. The Princess is looking at me. I can feel it. Drawn to it. Can’t help but look.

She seems concerned.

“Are you alright?”

Nod, just nod. Don’t trust the voice. What- a blanket on my shoulders. Beraya. She thinks I’m just cold.

I am cold. But it’s not the temperature.

What kind of person did these people think I was?

Here comes half the kitchen staff. Pass it off, Link. Pass it off as being injured, cold and recovering. Not as the terror of realizing your father’s advice was even worse than you’d already guessed.

“Sorry about-“ “We shouldn’t have-“ “They asked-“ “We said where you’d gone-“ “Didn’t seem so-“ “Some as talk cruelly-“ “We’ll set them straight-“ “Should have walked with you, Princess.” “You seemed worried-“ “We hope you like-“ “The durian should help-“ “Salmon, too-“

Gaggle. Can’t really sort it out. Not worried about it, they’re mostly talking to the Princess, anyway. Look out the window, Link. At the sunlight. You like sunlight. That’s where you belong. Out in the Sun, in the woods, with no one to judge and confuse you. With your horse who, like you, pretty much just wants to eat as many apples as she can stuff in her face. Except that image doesn’t work right anymore, because there’s the Princess, on her horse beside you, smiling. Being alone doesn’t have the same appeal anymore.

“Princess. Sir Link.”

Sir Virn?!

“I… most humbly apologize for my rash behavior. On reflection, I mistook some words from our king to mean—well, I understand the situation more clearly, now, and I was out of place. I hope you can forgive me, but even if not, know that you have my sword.”

He hurried off. Couldn’t look me in the eye. I know the feeling.

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“You must be exhausted.”

Yes, back on the soft bed. Better. Need to lay back, at least for a little while.

“You haven’t even eaten, yet.”

“I’m okay, Princess. Really. Thank you.” She’s not quite meeting my eyes. I definitely did something wrong.

“Princess?” That grimace again.

“Yes, Link?”

“What did I do to offend you?

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I did do something. Her lips are pressed so tightly together they’ve gone completely white.

But- she just slipped her hand into mine. I don’t understand.

“You, my extraordinary knight, have done nothing to offend me whatsoever. I simply must strive to improve myself.”

“Wh-?” She’s holding up a finger. Quieting me. It’s just my imagination. I thought, for a moment, she was going to do exactly what she did in my very unwise fantasy last night and touch my lips.

“They’ll be bringing breakfast for you, soon.” That looks more like a normal smile. “There are a few things I should attend to in the meantime, if you’re well enough to spare me?”

“Princess, you’re under no obligation to humor me in here.” Heh. “Besides… I already have company.”

“Oh?”

Eye the windowsill. Eye it.

“Oh. Ah, yes of course. Enjoy your new pet.”

“I don’t know what to do with him. I guess I should get him a glass bowl or something. With leaves.”

“Indeed. I may have just the thing.”

“Really?!”

“You realize that child is going to want to visit you and Nails.”

“Yep.”

“Good. Then yes, I have just the thing. I’ll deliver it later.”

“Okay. Are… are you sure there’s nothing-“

“Certain, Link. Have a good breakfast.”

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