#shout out to ross because i made him more snake like

[itsnotmourn]

can you do a bunch of roy doodles :3 /nf

here you go, pelo’s left eyeball. added some hatzgang stuff too!

[thesardonicwriter]

The Way It Is, Arthur Morgan x Reader

Crossposting on AO3 and here! Except on AO3 it’s an OC and here it’s you! So forgive any mistakes, I kinda just eyeballed the you’s from the she’s.

Anyway, here you go, friends!

You sat quietly in Beaver’s Hollow, cleaning your trusty pistol and pretending to ignore Micah and his loud mouth. The train job had gone better than they’d hoped but John… John was dead. Arthur and Sadie had ridden off to get Abigail back from the Pinkertons because Dutch had refused to. Dutch would rather have let his friend’s son be orphaned than go to get Abigail back. Things had been changing in the gang for a long time. You had seen it coming for a long time. You had never thought you’d see the day that Dutch would just abandon his own people. And at the word of Micah Bell, of all people! It hurt. It was time to move on from the Van der Linde gang, you could see that now. It was only a matter of when and how. Her heart stung as you thought of leaving Javier and Bill, as brutish as the latter was. You had been with them for 12 years. 12 years that you would never see again. There weren’t any other options now.

“Get them bags packed up quick, Miss Grimshaw,” Micah ordered. “And you, (Y/L/N), get off your ass and help out.”

You ignored Micah, refocusing on your gun. In the chaos of everyone fleeing here, that was when you would peel off from the group. Maybe you’d be able to convince Susan to leave with you, too. God, you wanted to slap some sense into Dutch. It was too late for that. You knew that, somewhere, but it was still your first instinct.

“Hurry up! We don’t got much time,” Micah barked.

As you felt yourself falling deeper into your own thoughts, you heard Arthur’s voice echo through the camp. You holstered your gun quickly and looked up, expecting to see Abigail and Sadie with him. But he was alone. He was alone and he was angry. His hat hung low over his eyes. Worry built in your chest. Arthur jumped off of his horse. He was walking with a dedicated purpose.

“We just got plenty of time, Micah,” Arthur said. “We all need to have a little chat.”

“Morgan. You’re back. Hooray.”

Dutch slowly emerged from his tent. The canvas flap moved shut behind him. The sight of their once great leader no longer filled you with a sense of pride. A sense of duty, like you were doing the right thing in your life. Arthur and Dutch slowly walked towards each other. If a stranger had come into the camp right then, they wouldn’t have seen two old friends welcoming each other. They would have seen two men, two enemies, having their final confrontation. It wasn’t so hard for you to believe that Dutch and Colm O’Driscoll had been friendly once now as you watched those two regard each other.

“I just had a little chat with Agent Milton, Dutch. Abigail shot him. She’s okay… not that you care too much about that.”

Micah, Cleet, and Joe started to stalk towards Arthur. It was like watching a cougar eyeing her meal. You pushed yourself to your feet and moved behind your friend. Her hand was hovering over your guns, willing Micah to give your a reason to fire. Dutch stopped walking. His eyes never left Arthur. Susan stopped packing and looked from both sides of the camp. Arthur turned to Micah and his men, effectively stopping them in their tracks.

“You rats,” he scoffed. “All of ya. Seems old Micah was pretty good friends with Milton.”

“What the hell are you talking about, cowpoke?”

“You talked.”

Those words. Those two simple words made so much click together. Micah talked. Hell, there had been problems before Guarma, but after then, even when the rest of the gang was being careful, things still seemed to go wrong. Micah was even closer in Dutch’s ear. It seemed like that was the only person their leader would listen to for anything. Micah talked. Dutch’s actions hadn’t been entirely his own as things progressed. Because Micah talked.

“That’s a goddamn lie.” Micah hissed.

“Dutch…” Arthur’s voice was wavering. He, too, still hoped that his friend, his mentor, was still there.

“Dutch, think of the future.”

Dutch stood by his tent, looking at both men in confusion. Even from where you were, you could see the conflict in his eyes. The fight between who he was becoming and who he used to be. His mouth was slightly agape, as if in disbelief as Arthur continued speaking.

“Milton told me.”

“And you believed him, Morgan? You believe him?”

“It all makes sense now.” 

“No, it damn well doesn’t.”

Arthur drew his pistol, aiming for Micah’s headYou was quick behind him, aiming at Joe while Cleet struggled with his gun. Bill stood from the table, gun in hand but unsure of what to do. Slowly, he raised his repeater towards ArthurYour hand was steady. You pulled your second gun, aiming for Bill. Oh, Bill. They had spent some good years together. You refused to hesitate.

“Dutch, think!”

“Dutch, be practical now.”

“Dutch!”

Your heart sang as a painfully familiar voice came through the fog and tension. You turned to see John walking towards camp, holding his arm and limping towards them all. You held back a happy sob as you saw him. He was alive. He survived. And Dutch lied about it. Had he even gone back to check on him? Once, anyone would have insisted that John was the golden boy. John was the favourite. John was the one that Dutch would have done anything for. Just another example of just how far he had really fallen from grace. Oh, to go back to those days when things seemed so much simpler. So much better.

“You left me! You left me to die!” John’s voice was dripping with venom and his eyes were filled with rage as he looked to Dutch van der Linde.

Dutch’s eyes were wide in shock. He started walking towards John slowly. “My boy, I didn’t have a choice. John, I didn’t…”

“You-”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“-left me!”

“All of you, you pick your side now, because this is over. All them years, Dutch,” Arthur shook his head, “for this snake?!”

Micah chuckled. “Be quiet, cowpoke, be quiet. You live in the clouds.”

“No, you be quiet, Mr. Bell,” Grimshaw spoke. She walked into the fray with her trusty shotgun. “And put your gun down,” she sneered.

“There’s Pinkertons coming!” Javier ran from down the hill.

Jesus, how many more people were going to burst into their camp today?

Micah took Javier’s distraction in stride. He fired one shot into Miss Grimshaw’s stomachYou moved both guns to train on Micah. Her eyes were stinging with tears. You may have fought with Susan over things, but you had always loved the woman. She was one of the people who made you feel like you belonged in the gang when you first got there. Your finger was close to pulling back on the trigger. Dutch pulled his guns, pointing them at Micah and Arthur. 

“Now! Who amongst you is with me and who is betrayin’ me?!” Dutch demanded.

Dutch moved towards the treeline. Arthur and you backed closer to the cave, John as close as he could get. They were the only three people leaving Dutch’s side. You tightened your jaw. If that was how it had to be, then that was what you were going to do. Bill and Javier stood behind Dutch. Bill, a man you had called your brother, was aiming his gun at your, no remorse or regret in his eyes. Javier still seemed unsure of what to do, but he knew he had to stay with Dutch. The man you once would have said was like a father was aiming his guns at you. All because of a traitor he still trusted. How had they let things get this bad? Micah continued to insist that Arthur was lying. Before the firefight could begin, the Pinkertons started yelling. You pulled John and Arthur’s shoulders back towards the caves, pushing them down as you sent a few shots back towards the people that you used to call your friends.

More gunshots rang out from everywhere. You kept urging the boys forward. You lit a lamp as they ran deeper and deeper into the cave. You had been through here once and found the secret exit. Even if they had been in the dark, you could have found it but you weren't taking any risks. Pinkertons shouted behind them. Agent Ross or whatever his name was told them to freeze, stop running, and he ordered his men to find them. You wasn’t going to let that happen. You led them to the ladder.

“Go, go!” You said, pushing John towards it. “Fuckin’ climb!”

You waited until they were both up before climbing yourself. You hit the lamp against the stone walls of the cave. Kerosene splashed your leg but you didn’t care as you poured it onto the ladder. This was the only way you could think of to make sure the Pinkertons couldn’t follow them out here. You were pulled up the rest of the way by Arthur. You reached into his satchel and found his matchbook. 

“This is gonna have to do.” You struck a match on your boot and let it fall onto the ladder. 

The three of them ran from the exit. The trio kept moving, kept running, until they were far from the cave. Arthur and John whistled for their horses. You had one of your pistols out. You were waiting for someone to show up. They had two groups after them now. They had to get off of this damn mountain before they got caught by Micah or the Pinkertons.

“Thank you,” he said, “for believin’ me,”

“‘Course, Arthur,” you said.

“Can we talk about this later?” John snapped as the horses came into view.

Arthur lifted you into the saddle behind him. You had one arm wrapped around his waist as they started riding through the forest. You hadn’t even had time to properly process that John was still alive, what with all the chaos going on. It didn’t seem like there were Pinkertons following them, but you knew that could change at any moment. You kept your eyes peeled. You studied every movement in the trees.

“Those bastards left me for dead!” John yelled.

“Seems that’s what they do now,” Arthur responded.

“And here I was wastin’ my time savin’ your sorry asses all these years. If I’da known I coulda left you I would’ve!” you shook your head.

“Is now the time to be sarcastic, (Y/L/N)?!”

“It’s now or never, Marston!”

“Micah was the rat, John. Milton told me,” Arthur said.

“Figures. We shoulda killed him months ago!”

you was inclined to agree. You went over all of the times you could have left the bastard for dead or shot him in the back. There was no use in focusing on things that couldn’t be changed now. They had to get John to his family, at least. He was the only one of the three had actually  had people waiting for him now. Arthur glanced back at you and you knew that he agreed. It didn’t matter if the two of them died here as long as John was safe.

“Abigail’s at Copperhead Landing with Jack. Tilly and Sadie, too. We’re gonna get you there, John. Once we get these damned Pinkertons off our backs!” Arthur’s voice rose above the wind.

“Thank you. Thank you, brother,” John said.

“Don’t look back, John. When you find them, don’t you dare look back. Like I said.”

you could see John nodding his head in understanding. They must have been talking about getting John and his family out for a long time before this. That was good. That meant that they were ready for this. They were ready to run as far and as fast as they could. You just had to make sure that they actually got that chance. You lightly squeezed Arthur’s waist as your way of silently showing him you would help. You would do whatever it took to get John to them, even if it meant dying yourself. The gang was dead. Her family was dead. There was nothing out there waiting for you. If you did die on that mountain, there wasn’t anyone waiting to mourn for you. And you were okay with that. 

It wasn’t long into the ride before they almost ran headfirst into Dutch’s group. They started shooting at the trio without mercy. Arthur expertly maneuvered his horse out of the line of fire. John was close behind him. You aimed backwards haphazardly, not really caring if you hit anything this time. It just needed to be enough noise to maybe spook one or two of their horses. Micah yelled at them from behind, promising that they’d all be dead soon enough. You takes one look back. You can’t even see the white coat of the Count anymore. 

“Pinkertons ahead!” John announced,

You cursed under your breath as you fired a few more bullets. You heard the click of an empty chamber and started reloading while the boys cut through the river. John started to lead them further and further up the mountain and further and further away from Copperhead Landing. They had to lose their “friends” before they could get there. You knew that. It seemed like the further along they went, the more guns they were met with. John did his best to lead them through the trees. After what seemed like an eternity, the treeline broke. You looked back into the forest. This wasn’t a good development. They were just more in the open now. You aimed your pistol again.

Before you could pull the trigger, you felt yourself getting thrown into the air. You hit the ground. Hard. Her body started rolling down. You felt John’s hand on your arm, stopping your from going any further back into danger. Arthur was kneeling next to his horse, gently patting her head and whispering to her while she passed. You looked around wildly. You found your pistol in the grass and picked it up. You walked to Arthur. Softly, you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ve gotta go, Arthur. We gotta move, now,” you said.

He nodded. “I know. I know! Just… gimme a minute.”

“We ain’t got a minute, hun, we gotta go. Now.”

He looked at the ground. With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet. He leaned down to pick up his hat. Arthur looked back down the mountain. Back towards Beaver’s Hollow. He shook his head. You watched him curiously.

“All right, let’s go. I’m gonna get you out of this bullshit if it’s the last goddamn thing I do.”

John took Arthur’s hand for a moment. All the years of them fighting seemed to fade away in that moment. They were finally able to forgive each other for everything that had happened. You wished silently that it could have come about in a different way. A better way. 

“All right, that’s enough of the man love for now,” you said with a slight smirk, “we gotta go before they come back. C’mon, this way!”

You started running up. Arthur and John followed closely behind. You forced yourself to forget all of the times you had had in the Van der Linde gang as you shot indiscriminately at those you saw on the mountain. You forced yourself to forget that Dutch had saved your life more than once. . You remembered how Hosea was killed. The memory of his body there in the street was more than enough to fuel the fire within you. You were going to get out of this and you were going to put a bullet into Micah yourself. That was your last goal before you died.

you pushed against a rock as you turned a corner to get to higher ground. The boys were still a little ways behind you. You spun around. It was higher ground, all right, but there wasn’t anywhere to take cover. They would get killed if they stayed there. It wasn’t any better further down. Truly a damned if they did, damned if they didn’t type of situation. You cursed loudly, kicking a stone over the edge. Arthur looked around. He nodded.

“All right then, here’s the plan. You two are gonna get the hell outta here. Don’t you argue with me, you. This is the only way. I’ll stay here and keep as many of the bastards back as I can. But you gotta get John to his family,” Arthur said with a nod.

“No. No! I ain’t leavin’ you here, Arthur!” you protested.

“Darlin’, you ain’t got no choice. Get him outta here. Get him to his woman and child safely.” Arthur put his satchel around your shoulders. 

“Don’t call me darlin’,” you said weakly.

Arthur chuckled. “I know. Just go. I’ll meet you there if I can. Now go. Go!”

He pushed you towards John. John looked up at Arthur. Arthur nodded. This was what he wanted. They weren’t going to talk him out of this. Even if they could, they certainly didn’t have the time for it. You and John started running. Arthur was shouting, telling, no, daring the Pinkertons to come for him. You refused to look back to him as the gunshots started. You couldn’t. You knew that as soon as you did, you’d be right back up there with him, firing and fighting. You reached for John’s hand. You were going to keep him as close as you could as they ran. 

Her feet slid to a stop on the rough stone. You looked around. There had to be a way out of this. A better way out of this. John was catching his breath. Just as you were about to start pulling him a different way, you saw a flash of a leather coat. Micah’s coat. The rage you had been holding in was just about ready to burst.

“That’s it. I’m endin’ this, once and for fuckin’ all,” you sneered. “John, I’ve gotta kill that bastard.”

He looked up at you. “Make sure you don’t miss,”

you smiled. You were a better shot than that. You hugged John. You kept one hand on the back of his head. You wanted to remember this moment. You wanted to commit John to memory forever. You stepped away. John held your hand for a moment. 

“Thank you, sister, for everything.”

“Don’t mention it. Just get to your family. Get them safe.”

“Thank you.”

He turned and started running. You watched him for a moment. He was going to be okay, you knew it. That kid always seemed to have things work out for him. This wouldn’t be any different. You turned on your heel and ran back the way you came. You kept your gun in your hand. You had pictured this day so many times back in camp. You could hardly wait to see what it actually looked like when Micah was begging for mercy under your boot. There were no Pinkertons around you now. It seemed like Arthur had succeeded in leading them off. Wherever he was, you hoped that he had at least managed to get somewhere safe. You’d hate for him to see just how blatantly you’d ignored his last order.

you rounded a corner. Her heart dropped to your feet as you looked on. You were rendered speechless for what felt like the first time in your life.

Micah was standing on Arthur’s neck, laughing maniacally about this situation. Arthur barely looked like himself. There was no way that Arthur had lost this fight unless he had thrown it to protect you and John as they ran. You saw Micah aiming one of his precious guns at Arthur. You didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger on your own pistol.Two gunshots sounded. Blood spurted out from the wound, hitting the dirt as Micah fell over the ridge. You ran towards Arthur, begging him not to be dead.

“Don’t you dare die on me now, Morgan, not after all of this shit. You don’t get to take the easy way out you bastard,” you said.

“Not… ow… not dead yet.” Arthur coughed.

“Good. Not dead is good. C’mon, cowboy, let’s get you outta here.”

You put one of Arthur’s arms around your shoulders and struggled to get him to his feet. He helped as best as he could, but he was pretty much useless.

“Bastard shot my leg,” he said, “hurts like a bitch,”

“Shut up for a minute, Arthur, I’m tryin’ to come up with a plan,”

Ultimately, you decided down the mountain was probably the best bet. Slowly, as slowly as you could while still running and supporting Arthur, you started to move down, watching your steps as you went. Arthur was a lot heavier than you thought he’d be. You supposed it made sense, considering. You turned a corner and almost ran directly into the fine silk vest of Dutch himself. You looked up. Instantly, your pistol was aimed at his head. He held up his hands and looked from your to Arthur.

“Your pet rat’s dead, Dutch. I shot him myself. Fell over the ridge down there,”

Dutch opened his mouth to speak. Your eyes flicked up. More Pinkertons. You kept your gun trained on Dutch as he ran away. You kept pushing Arthur further. You held on as best you could. Your foot slipped as you moved further down. Arthur was sent tumbling from your arms and further down. You cussed and made your way back to him, apologising. He was next to a curtain of lichen. His arm was passing through it. Curious, you stuck your head through. It was a cave. A well hidden cave. With the last of your strength, you pulled Arthur inside and hoped that would be enough to keep them safe.

So there you go. Chapter 1 of like 20 something. :D

[power-of-plot]

Armin Arlet x Fem! Reader. Oneshot. -Strong-

The first paragraph is purely a small introduction, just in case you wanna go straight to the fic :)

First of all, thanks for reading this! So! i often considered posting but i'm insecure, today i somehow got the confidence and courage to post -definitely not due to watching anime motivational speeches-. I wanted my first post to be something special so i dived deep down into my thoughts for a couple hours, i'm pretty happy with my choice so hope you enjoy it! My apologies if this sucks.

WARNINGS: Some sadness ig? -Armin being a pure soul. Fluff

Summary: Armin suddenly gets an injury during ODM gear training. After Reiner and his protective nature lend a helping hand, you see beyond the walls of his stoicism, people around him made his lack of strenght clear as day and he seemed to accept it but you never wondered if that caused him any pain at all. He needs to know everything has more than one meaning including what is called strenght, you gladly stay by his side to remind him different doesn't mean wrong.

Year 848 three years after the Colossal titan's misterious appearance, in Paradis Island Keith Shadis trained and yelled his lungs out at what soon would be the 104th Cadet Corps. Like any other day, the young cadets rutinarily trained to master the ODM gear, it all would have been the same as other sessions if it wasn't for Armin Arlet, your close and femenine looking friend who in a reckless (and failed-) attempt of proving himself strong to his group discretly tried performing a complex manouver resulting in him crashing into a tree. The few people ahead of him who stopped momentantarily to admire the manouever slowly resumed their way to the target they've had been assigned, just after a couple minutes of trying to walk bearing the pain the silhouette of someone along with the sound of gas and wires pulling something was getting closer by the second at the injured male. "Who's t-.. oh no.." Being around that person for so long made his oceanic eyes know who that brawny body and short blond hair belonged to inmediately, his deep voice shouting erased all the doubt. "Armin!" Reiner said rushing towards him as soon as his feet touched the the grass. As he looked for injuries, finding a twisted ankle, scrapes and bruises; Armin confirmed his suspicions: Reiner had dropped on what he was doing again just to help a single person. Right when he thought the guilt couldn't turn bigger he heard another familiar voice, this one belonged to a female. "Reiner! I saw you going back, what happened? Wait- Armin?!" Your voice turned alarmed after your (e/c) eyes catched a glimpse of your friend's characteristic golden hair, as if that would magically heal his injuries you rocketed towards your comrades at full speed. The crash- landing was rather ungraceful but it was merely trivial compared to an injured friend "(Y/N) are you-" Reiner held out his arms as he walked towards you but you ran past him leaving him standing alone with his arms opened like a rejected boy "Armin!!" You crouched down to him as it seemed he couldn't stand up, worrying you even more "...Hey (Y/N)... what are you..." His glance went lower as the guilt and shame's hand pushed his head down "What do you mean what am i doing? I noticed Reiner was going back from the front and i couldn't find you!- Hey what's wrong?" You asked after noticing a hint of sadness in his eyes, tilting your head and resting your forearms on your knees "Nothing, i must have hit my head that's all.." -because i dared prove something even myself knew full well- He replied blunty, making an adition mentally. His analytic mind was acting as a double ended weapon, either overnalyzing each and every one of his flaws or making the weight his frail shoulders were already carrying heavier. "Armin get on" Reiner said kneeling down turning his back to Armin so he could get on "Hm? It's not necessary, i-i'll just take my time to- ah!" Without further asking the muscular soldier turned around scooping your friend up from the ground into his arms bridal style, his eyes fixed on the grass and his lips released a soft sigh as embarrasment was displayed on his face. In other situation you'd have joked about how he looked cute being held like a baby but a hunch plus his face kept you completely from doing so. "You want to recover fast, don't you?" Reiner asked preparing his equipment to propulse himself again "Y-yeah but why.." "You'll only worsen your condition if you try walking, bear with it just for a while. Besides, what kind of soldier would i be if i left a friend behind knowing i can help him?" His hazel eyes noticed you were about to say something so he remained still to let you get close "It's okay don't be so hard on yourself i just crashed on the ground a moment ago, how did you call it the other day..? You didn't make a mistake, it was a happy accident! (Armin is Bob Ross.) How did you even find out about that manouever anyway?" "I've been analyzing the instructor's movements for a while now..." You deduced Reiner would take him to the infirmary wich he confirmed with a nod after you asked and so, it didn't take a single second for you to decide you'd go with them. The three of you flew and swung across the forest though it seemed like it only was you and Reiner, Armin was so quiet for a moment you even thought he was asleep.

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"..Thank you very much Reiner" The blond thanked him now lying on his bunk, his ankle was bandaged up and his minor injuries were treateed "No problem, don't do anything until you're sure it won't hurt you got it?" "Don't worry Reiner i'll keep an eye on him 'till he's good as new!" You said cheerfuly with a smile as you sat by Armin's side, not caring a bit you were of the few girls in there. Once Reiner walked to his own bunk with Bertholdt you turned to Armin with a curious look "So what're you thinking about, you've been very quiet so it must be serious. Any new interesting thing about the outside world?" "Not really." His response was blunt again, something was definitely on his mind otherwise you couldn't explain why he wasn't as talkative as always. As he quietly stared at the matress above him you tried figuring out what could be bothering the boy since it was a lost cause trying to make him say it, you learnt this after countless tries, thankfully you could always ask for some help with Mikasa; her skills at everything including reading people were so good it was almost frightening. She wasn't there at the time and you couldn't rely on the others forever, a small leap of faith wouldn't do any harm, would it? There was only one thing you could think of. "Armin you are not weak." Your (e/c) eyes looked straight into his blue ones, silence reigned between you two before he hummed softly as if trying to deny "Why so?" It was as you suspected, he was blaming himself for making a simple mistake (-rolling girl vibes- sorry xd). You sighed resting your back on the headboard as your hand gently grabbed his forearm "You know it's not a bad thing to make mistakes, it's an everyday thing" "If we do become actual soldiers we'll risk our and the other's lifes everyday. This training is hard to make us strong, to make sure we don't make a single mistake that could lead to a tragedy" "You are not weak Armin." Your voice reasured in a firmer but gentle tone, he believed in what he had proof of, you would give him the proof he needed. Before he had the chance to turn on his side your hand grabbed his shoulder, making you two lock glances again, for your surprise small tears were forming on the corner of his eyes "I'm sorry.." "D-don't apologize it's okay! Come on let me help you what are you..?" He sat up shaking his head refusing to let a word out even when the tears slipped down his cheeks, it was painful to see Armin weep yet not ask for help, you've had been told he was like this since his childhood but it still was hard to believe and who knows if his overthinking made dealing with things on his own easier, he wouldn't try comforting himself. You sighed placing your hand on his shoulder and moving your thumb caressing the skin beneath his clothes, small muffled sobs could be heard coming from him "After that day on Shinganshina.. hundreds of people were sent there as if they were able to fight the titans, they didn't care if they were kids or elders- my grandfather went in my place, i know it wouldn't have made much of a difference but" He made a pause to try making his breathing go back to normal and hold back his tears, leaving just a small trace under his eyes "But he raised me, he gave me a name.. and i simply let him go straight to his death- i didn't make any effort to tell him i would go because i was scared.." You had to lean closer to listen clearly to what he was saying since he didn't want to drag anyone's attention besides yours "Sometimes i wonder what kind of things must have he felt when he realised he'd die alone..? I want to become a soldier to keep that from happening again, even though i'm just one it'd make a difference if only i.. wasn't such a weak coward" As he spoke you could almost feel the weight of his guilt resting on your shoulders for a moment, had he always been hiding in a shell? Ever since he was a child? A tear sprouted from the corner of your eye imagining how many times he suffered silently. You put your finger to your lower lip as you analyzed what your next move should be, after all it was Armin you were talking about, not all words would have effect on him "Strenght... physical strenght is not the only important thing, YES it is important in a soldier but the mind also matters! I can't lie, you get scared easily but so do i!. What about the snake from the other day? Someone had to remove it from your leg after you paralyzed but you were brave enough to not kick or scream in panic" Let's accept it you sucked at motivational speeches, your attempts usuallly ended up making him chuckle but it was some progress taking in mind you had no idea how to comfort him at the beggining. This time was no exception, he grew a tender smile but it faded away in matter of seconds "Come on Armin, you may be a little slim but what you don't have here-" Your hands abruptly dropped on his arms specifying you refered to muscles, then, your middle finger poked his forehead making him flinch "You have it here" "..What was that f-" He was cut off by your finger presisng against his lips "Shush- you are smart, incredibly smart you just have to see it! We all fall on our butts and feel scared of small things sometimes but that is what makes us humans, if we didn't feel fear or anything at all we'd be just like the titans!" You felt impressed of your own words, the look on his face made it clear he echoed the feeling. You wathed him move with his hands towards you before pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you've ever experienced; he held you so close and tightly you could feel his heart beating against you. "Thank you." His head rested on the crook of your neck, the gold strings of his beatiful hair falling over his face and tickling your nape slightly. You corresponded the gesture by eveloping him into your arms, slowly moving your palm up and down on his back "No problem....... Christa-"

Oof! That was long, congratulations if you read the whole thing!

[yourdeepestfathoms]

just an original story snippet because that anon i got yesterday flattered me (and because i love my girls and my idea)

  “The moon will fall February 17th, 4350--”

  “Oh dear. THAT’S an embarrassing situation to be in. Better take the long way to class to avoid that--”

  “The sun will explode way before then, but I can’t see when it’s too blurry too blurry can’t see further--”

  “MY PARENTS ARE GETTING ME A PUPPY?! Oh shoot. I just ruined the surprise--”

  “A plague will come. A plague will come. A plague will come--”

  “I know the answers to the exam and my peers don’t, hehe--”

  “I know when my mother will die, but I don’t know how to save her. I can’t save her. When I try to save her, she dies--”

There are hundreds of voices in this room. Hundreds of people talking over each other, rambling silly teenage thoughts and dark prophets of the future, babbling and gibbering and chattering like noisy jungle birds. Listen to what I have to say, they whisper. Listen to what I Saw. But they aren’t listened to, no one listens, so they keep shouting over each other until it’s a din of conflicting comments and arguments.

The weird thing is, though...the voices didn’t come from any person. The only people in the room were Lee and Keaton, behind one of the doors, and Michael, wearing an old, ripped trench coat and pacing between two tables covered in wicked-looking knives, scissors in various sizes of huge, and wrinkled papers filled to the brim with information. None of them were speaking.

  “I should warn Olivia to not try out for the school musical, she’s just going to embarrass herself--”

Keaton began to tremble against Lee’s side. Her eyes are wide and glazed with terror. Lee followed her gaze, tilting ever so slightly around the door so she could see more inside, and froze.

Nearly-depleted bulbs cast dim, horror movie-like lighting across polished wooden shelves and carved out cubbyholes, and the jars full of disembodied tongues that hold them. The muscular remains of finished lives howl and thrash, repeating themselves ad infinitum, slapping the glass walls of their confines until they clank and jiggle. The stench of it is thick and ripe. A choir of dead voices vying for attention.

Lee nearly vomited. Keaton trembled harder, and she can see tears glinting in her multicolored eyes. How many times has she seen this scene in her visions? Could she still hear their thoughts without a brain to read from?

  “Oh, that’s it!!!” Michael suddenly roared. Lee flinched, but tightened her muscles to keep from hitting anything in her surprise. “Shut it!!”

He reared around to glower at a particularly rowdy group of tongues that were writhing so violently that their jars were about to topple right over. They don’t obey his command, they can’t, and continue to speak: “I make the team in soccer?! Oh my god--” “Mom and dad are getting a divorce--” “The fire alarm on Thursday won’t be a drill--” “John F. Kennedy will be shot on November 22, 1963--”

That last comment from a spongy, paler tongue on the top row of jars. It does damage to itself as it threw itself against aged glass.

  “Just take a breath, Michael,” Michael began to mutter to himself. He rubbed his temples with his middle and index finger. “It’ll all be worth it. This will all pay off soon. Just focus.”

  “DAVID IS CHEATING ON JESSIE?! OH THAT GODDAMN BITC--”

  “I can’t take this!!” Michael stormed out the door, his long trench coat fluttering darkly behind him like the wings of a black moth. Lee and Keaton wait for a minute, with Keaton confirming that he wasn’t coming back by listening to his receding thoughts, and then crept out into the room.

The smell was so much worse inside, like a mix of fresh rot and week-old decay. There was a certain humidity in the room, too, most likely to preserve the tongues, and it made the odor that much worse. Lee tried to breathe through her mouth, but the air was so thick with stench that she could taste decomposition on her tongue. She careened sharply to the left and vomited into a small black trash can- the most normal thing in the entire place.

  “Well,” She breathed out shakily. “He’s probably going to notice this.” She set the trash can down tentatively and turned to Keaton with a wry smile. “Is there any way that you could rewind to before we enter and warn me to NOT breathe through my mouth?”

Keaton didn’t answer. 

She’s staring intently at the wall of jars. Her cropped, coppery hair has gone all tufty and frizzy, as though the relentless noise around her has made it stand on end. She kept clenching and unclenching her fists like she thought this just was a bad dream or vision she could claw herself out of. But it was very, very real. And the next ear-piercing prophecy proved that.

  “I’M ADOPTED?! AND MOM AND DAD ARE GOING TO TELL ME AT THE CHRISTMAS PARTY?! ARE YOU SERIOUS--”

  “I didn’t know.” 

The whisper was mute beneath the din of cries. Lee moved closer to hear her young companion better, but didn’t ask her to repeat herself. Keaton looked up at her with terror in her eyes.

  “I didn’t know about this.” She said. “I didn’t see it.”

  “Ever?” Lee asked. “Not once?”

  “Not once,” Keaton confirmed. Her voice is painfully tight and she looked like she was about to spiral into a panic attack. “I didn’t know...”

She stepped forward slowly, cautiously, like she thought the tongues may suddenly grow bodies and attack her. She gently picked up a jar that held a soft pink tongue with a blue blemish over the bumpy expanse of taste buds, remnants of a blueberry slushy. It did wild flips in its confinements, fresh and sinewy as eels, squawking out things about boys her bad-at-love best friend was crushing on, but then went still when raised. It now sat silently at the bottom of the jar with its tip flicking patiently like the tail of a slithering snake.

  “I didn’t know her,” Keaton whispered. She really is shaking- the jar is being rattled so badly that Lee was afraid that she might drop it or it may completely shatter. Her sun-moon eyes are hazy with tears on the reflection against the glass.

Lee crept closer and peered over her shoulder. The tongue flicked its tip again, like it was addressing that she was there, that it knew who she was and it could spit out prophecies about her at any moment. At the top of its jar winked a small gold plaque that read: Hayley Grace Ross | Age: 17 | Best known for: Visions of an alternate universe where time runs backwards | Death: January 13, 2019 |

  “I didn’t know any of them.” Keaton choked out. She’s crying, now. She gently cradled the jar close to her chest with a haunted expression and the tongue inside squirmed its way against the glass like it was returning the embrace in a strange, but sad postmortem, disembodied way.

Lee gave her a saddened expression. She’s gotten quite good at comforting Keaton, but she knew not to pry right now. Not when she was so obviously shaken by this.

She turned, wanting to give the girl some space, and saw a jar on one of the several tables. It’s decorated, unlike the others, swathed with sparkling threads of silver and gold around the lid and studded with small sun and moon pendants. She picked it up and read the plaque, which looked like it had been recently shined: Keaton Morgan Fox | Age: 15 | Best known for: Very specific and clear visions into the future, perfected mind reading, time loops | Death: N/A |

It was empty.

There was no death date.

  “Beware the one born of the sun and the moon,” Whispered a wrinkly old tongue with cracks over its surface. “Seething with darkness and sparkling with anger.”

  “Awakened from the blood of an unwanted womb,” Chimed in another tongue that was missing taste buds. 

  “And drenched in the carnage of the futures she hides.” Murmured a third.

  “Beware the one born of the sun and the moon,” Said all the tongues together. “With too many secrets and too many eyes.”

Lee shuddered and turned to Keaton, finally realizing why she was so distraught.

They were standing in a room full of the severed tongues of murdered Seers. 

She was surrounded by her own kind, dead and trapped forever.

[azulirawrites]

Ladrien June 18: Trust

Here’s @ladrienjune​ 18, and finally an akuma battle. This was a fun one to write. Yes, the akuma is based slightly on Bob Ross..

Adrien glanced at the box, and decided to play up the surprise, “Really? You’d trust me with this?”

“I’d trust you with anything and everything if I could,” Ladybug answered. A blush crept up Adrien’s cheek, and a voice nagged at him for hiding his identity as Chat, but it was quieted by the insistence that their identities were meant to be secret. Soon, when Hawkmoth was defeated.

“Thank you Ladybug,” he said, extending his hand to accept the box. He opened it, revealing the bangle of the snake miraculous. He slid it onto his wrist, and was greeted by the sight of a small, blue, snake-like kwami.

“Greetings,” the kwami called out, elongating the word, “My name is Sass; I represent Inspiration.”

“Oh, that’s cool!” Adrien hadn’t met many other kwamis… other than Tikki, and Wayzz. And Pollen. The only active one he hasn’t met was Rena’s, actually.  “What do I say to transform?” Adrien got back on track.

“Sass, Fangs out,” the kwami answered, “or just ‘Transform Me.’ Your power is “Muse,” it will heal your allies and make them stronger!”

“Right! Sass, Fangs out!” He called, the almost-familiar feeling of transformation taking him over. “Right, Ladybug, let’s go!” Ladybug nodded, leading him to a nearby window. They leaped out, Ladybug grabbing him by the waist in order to swing up to the roof. Adrien looked into the school’s courtyard, seeing the akumatized form of the school’s art teacher, wielding a large brush in one hand, and a palette in the other. 

“I am Artiste; I am here to show everyone the joy of painting!” The akuma called out, sending a splattering of orangish-yellow paint at them. The two of them dodged, though Adrien could feel the heat radiating from a blob that got close to him.

“Ladybug, the orange paint is hot,” he informed his teammate, careful to refer to her as Ladybug instead of ‘My Lady.

’“All his different colors have a different effect. Light blue will make you cold, and difficult to move. He hit one of the students with it.

”“Two,” Artiste answered, dipping his brush into the green on his palette, “because everyone needs a friend, and Sabrina is usually with Chloe anyway.” He flung the paint towards them, small plants flowering where the droplets land. Adrien strummed his harp as he dodged, curious to see what would happen. As he did, the glob he had dodge split apart, as if there were… shockwaves. Good to know.

Artiste sent another two swipes, light blue and grey. Adrien managed to dodge the light blue, only to see Ladybug get hit by the grey. She yawned, calling out “Lucky Charm.” A water hose appeared in her hand, and she blinked slowly at it. It looked like the grey had made her sleepy, or possibly lethargic. 

“Muse,” Adrien shouted, strumming the harp as loudly as he could manage.The paint seemed to wash off  Ladybug, and she blinked rapidly, looking down at her suit and the hose.

“Aspik, we need to lead him to the street,” she shouted, and Adrien nodded. Where did the name come from, he had to wonder. Ladybug jumped to the rooftop, and Adrien dashed through the school. Adrien looked behind him glad to see Artiste wasn’t chasing him. Though that meant he was chasing Ladybug, and Adrien felt the familiar worry in his chest.

He headed into the street to see Ladybug hooking the hose to a fire hydrant. He looked up, and saw Artiste preparing to fling out a yellow blob.He jumped in front of Ladybug, taking the hit to his chest. He felt sick, and it took all he could to keep from heaving as he tried to get onto his feet. He turned, and saw Ladybug aim the hose at the akumatized villain, a massive spray launching out of it, hitting his palette. When Artiste dropped the palette, Ladybug dashed for it, breaking it over her knee. “No more evil doing for you, little Akuma,” she called, purifying the butterfly. “Bye bye little butterfly,” she called, before picking up the hose and tossing it in the air for her miracle cure. Adrien got up, and made his way to the locker room in time to detransform.

A few minutes later, Ladybug joined him, having detransformed and recharged. “You did a good job out there,” she complimented hm, “I’ll be glad to have you by my side anytime.”

“I’m honored,” he said, handing her back the miraculous. Shed really trust Adrien like that again? He couldn’t help the blush and warmth in his face.

[marveliter]

Invincible

Summary: Roberta Ross has the best life living with her mother and spending the summer with her best friend, but what happens when a certain someone shows up and flips her life upside down? She’s asked to a join a team of incredible people and fight alongside her incredible father but does she want to?

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

Characters: OC’s + Marvel Characters

Warnings: being kept inside, being mean to Bruce, mean in general to everyone

It’d been raining for five days since they came. I’ve been able to talk to Ollie through closed windows by writing on paper. Mom took my phone because Fury told her to, because they don’t want me talking to Ollie. They think we’re going to make an elaborate plan to escape. I know they’re unaware of how smart I am, that being not as smart as they think I am. I’m not smart like Tony Stark, who resides at a fancy hotel when the sun goes down, while all his coworkers are living in my family room on the floor and couches.

      I didn’t want to think about where Bruce was sleeping; I hope he lay on the floor next to the air conditioner besides the TV. That was the coldest part of the house. Ollie and I have had movie marathons at my house before, but we moved it to his after that AC would have us freezing the entire time. I doubt Mom’s mad at him after that whole quarrel. My room didn’t feel like my room anymore after that, just space I didn’t feel safe in. The feeling was quickly spreading through my whole house. I didn’t feel safe unless I was with Ollie and at the beach.       “Robbie,” Mom calls from downstairs. “Come get breakfast,” I turn to the window where I see Ollie sit at his desk right in front of his window, holding up a piece of paper that asks, G2G? I nod and wave as he furiously scribbles on a new sheet of paper in his journal. He turns it around with a big smile and the paper says, How did the shark plead in the murder case? I narrow my eyes and shrug. Ollie writes quickly and turns the paper back around. Not gill-ty! I laugh as Mom calls for me once more. I groan and roll my eyes before turning to Ollie and giving him a big smile and mouthing “Thank you.” He waves goodbye before I get up and head downstairs.       As I walk down my spiral staircase, I stare at the agents in my living room, running computers and running themselves around my house. I saw the blue bowl of fruit and Frosted Flakes on the counter and maneuver around the agents. A spoon lay next to it, which I swiftly take along with the bowl. I’m careful not to spill as I turn back around to the stair case.       “Robbie—”       “I’m eating upstairs.” I retort as I carefully make my way up towards my room.       “Robbie,” a deeper voice demands. I stop where I am on the stairs and roll my eyes. Turning around, I look down over the railing to see Fury in all black wearing his usual frown and crossing his arms.       “What?” I ask, sounding like a statement.       “Stop communicating with the boy.”       “Get out of my house and I might,” I snap. Mom glares daggers at me, telling me to stop.       “Ooh,” one agent named Clint grits his teeth with a smile. “Fury has met his match.” His agent friend, the redhead from before, Natasha, glares at him.       She turns to Fury. “I think the least we can do is let her talk to him. We did invade her house,”       “My house?” I laugh, after spooning cereal into my mouth. “Try my freaking life!”       “You’ll get used to it,” Tony, the man who was in the iron suit says. He reads a Key Largo newspaper, and he said it by not even looking up from the story he was reading. “I’m thinking about swimming later. Any good beaches?”       “White Beach,” I answer coldly.       “Hm, how’s that one?”       “Great. Especially for people of your taste.” I retort.       Tony looks up from his paper and over to Mom, who sighs and shakes her head.       “It’s filled with sharks,” Mom says softly. Bruce lays a hand over hers on top of the counter, as another snakes behind her waist. His brown eyes meet mine on the stairs, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snaring. Bruce looks away as I head back to my room.       “I’d like to see a shark,” I hear Agent Steve say just as I grab my doorknob.       “Stop kissing her ass, Stripes,” Tony retort.       “Would it be so bad to let her get out? The rain is letting up, I’m sure she knows how to drive the boat, and Nat’s right, she’s just a kid. Would it be the worst thing in the world if she was allowed out?” Steve asks.       There was silence except for the hum of computers. I heard footsteps approach the stairs.       “Roberta,” Fury says. I round the stairs, still eating my cereal out of the bowl. “You drive a boat?” I nod. “Know the way to the beach?” I nod again. “If Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff and Barton came with you, would you still consider going?” I nod once more. “Congrats,” Fury says, blank face. “You’re free,”

***

I drove the boat, and my shipmates were Steve, Natasha, and Clint. Were, as in before Mom and Bruce decided to tag along. Tony came as well, but I ignored him because he was becoming annoying. The rain finally let up, but the sky was still a sickly grey. On the boat, the mood was like the sky. It was silent except for the engine, propellers, and the inky blue waves crashing against the boat. Natasha and Clint were staring down over the boat, whispering to one another and smiling. Steve was sitting next to Natasha, facing the way I was, out towards the ocean. Except, I had the few occasional glances in the rearview mirror looking back at Mom and Bruce, who sat on their own bench.       Tony stood up near the back, holding onto the rails like he's done this before.       "I advise you to sit down, Tony," I snap loudly over the noise. I could see Mom's glare in the mirror for calling him by his first name.        "I'm alright," Tony shrugs, pushing his sunglasses up on his nose. "I've handled yachts faster than this."       I bite my bottom lip in anger and look back at Tony in the rearview mirror. Gripping the accelerator, I jerk it forward, holding on tight to the wheel. The boat jumps, and everyone grabs on tight to the rails.       "ROBERTA!" Mom shouts as the boat swerves over the waves.       I can somewhat see and hear Steve, Natasha and Clint gasping and holding onto the rails. Mom holds onto Bruce's left shoulder, which she could potentially dislocate if she tugged hard enough. I wasn't going to let anyone get hurt though; I may not like anyone (except for Mom) on this boat, but I wasn't a monster. Besides, going fast in a boat was hella fun.       In just a few short, fast, minutes, we reach White Beach. I press the gas lightly as slowly ride the boat to a smooth stop. Turning around, I see Tony on the floor of the boat, gripping the railing tightly.       "Are you usually huddled on the floor of your yachts, or is this something new?" I ask, cutting the engine.       "Roberta!" Mom snaps.       "No, Betty," Tony says, staggering as he stands up. "It's alright, I'm okay. I respect someone those who like putting up a good fight," He takes off his sunglasses, and immediately his brown eyes look down to Bruce and Mom on the bench. "Woah, Banner, you good?"       Bruce was breathing heavily, like he was trying to calm down. "Yeah," he nods, taking Mom's hand that rests on his shoulder. "I'm fine,"       "Let's not try that again." Natasha says to me, her eyes narrowed but not in anger or judgment. I thought she looked scared, and I realized so did Steve and Clint.       I felt guilt tighten in my chest, but I suppressed it by grabbing the big white bucket underneath the steering wheel and pulling on gloves from the drawer next to the shifts. Taking off the lid on the bucket, I reach in and grab the biggest piece of meat. As I pull it out, I hear a lot of disgusted groans behind me, and Mom starts panicking.       "What the-? -Robbie! Where did you get that?"       "I mean, it's not like I'm best friends with the company owner's grandson, who happens to know a couple of certain people." I retort.        I toss the piece of meat out into the water and watch the waves turn red.       "Careful, Robbie! Not too close to the boat!"       "Sharks don't attack unless you provoke them," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "Speaking of which, there's one now,"       I see a big, smooth brown body wave it's tail up to the meat, breeching just a quarter of the way out of the water to grab the meat and take it whole. Everyone runs to my side of the boat and watch as more shadows of sharks come swimming around. I toss more meat in as the adults awe at the magnificent creatures.       "What's that one?" Steve asks.       "Better not be a Great White," Clint mutters.       "Actually, the beach was ironically named," I tell them. "There are no Great Whites around here. They were living around here years ago, but coral kept growing and made the space down below smaller, too small for their big bodies. The first shark was a nurse shark; they're pretty much harmless unless provoked."       "What's that one?" Natasha asks, pointing to a slim yellow shark that snagged a small piece of meat.       "That's a lemon shark, they're top of the ecosystem in some parts around Florida along with the bull shark. They're usually seen around wrecks, but they can't resist food when they smell it."       I talked about all kinds of sharks from then on, because they all asked for facts. It was really kind of them, I felt normal for once, talking about something I love. I could feel Bruce's eyes on me, and when I didn't I knew he turned right back to Mom, talking to her, and then back to me. For as close as they were to me, I couldn't hear them.       Mom looks at him with a gleam in her eyes that I've never seen before. I felt hurt by it, and I didn't know why.       We left nearing sundown to go back for dinner, and now as I steadily drove the boat I looked back in the rearview mirror. Bruce and Mom were smiling and laughing; he held her hands and made her giggle, even bringing out her snort laugh that she hated so much, but when she snorted she didn't apologize or ridicule her laugh. Mom felt comfortable around Bruce, and though she was my mother, with the same characteristics, I couldn't help but feel that she was a completely different person.

[pettygrows-blog]

╰ intro post * 

hmgldkgndv hELLO people, it’s-a me, eleni-o ! honestly, i don’t know where i got so much muse for peter, i’ve never played this boi before, but it suddenly hit me yesterday and i was like, pls ? anyway, i’m super excited for this place, let me tell you a bit about this lil rat

( ROSS LYNCH )┋have you met ( PETER PETTGREW ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( constant fidgeting and bad posture ; furrowed brows and chapped lips ; perfect vision, no rhythm ; borrowed notes with coffee stains and studying after hours ; grilled cheese and milk ; keeping secrets, even from yourself ; forced laughter, you try to feel included ; looking up to your friends — one day … ; the numbing fear of not being good enough ; the sorting hat made a mistake ). a ( nineteen ) year old ( ninth ) year ( gryffindor ), the ( obsequious ) is known to be ( allegiant & modest ), yet ( unassertive & feeble ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( ancient runes ). rumour has it, ( peter ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon.

first of all, my peter won’t be so unreasonably evil as canon peter ( i srsly don’t get how would the marauders hang out w a man like that, let alone trust him with their lives ) he will still be a f snake at times tho  🐍 🐍 🐍

he grew up in a rather normal family, for a halfblood wizard that is. he is an only child, his mom is a witch who works at the ministry and his father is a muggle accountant.

peter was always a quite and timid child, so imagine everyone’s surprise when the sorting hat shouted “GRYFFINDOR !” without any hesitation. he was supposed to be proud of it, to feel that he was more than what he thought of himself to be. however, it just left him feeling insecure and a fraud. the three marauders noticed his misery and took him under their wing, which peter is eternally grateful for.

the marauders mean the world to peter. they are the brothers he never had, he looks up to his incredibly talented, each in their own field, and supportive friends and would do anything for them. on the other hand, being surrounded by such great personalities, let alone model gryffindors, takes a toll on peter. his insecurities always lurk in his mind and he has the constant need to prove himself, even to them.

peter is a Disaster Bi ! when everyone seems better than you, it’s easy to confuse attraction with admiration, so he himself has no clue. watch him as he get’s hella confused in the future whaddup 

he is not very talented. he’s not an exceptional student, he can’t play quidditch or cast extravagant spells. even for his animagus abilities, james is to be thanked for. he is determined to get better at things. he decided to major in ancient runes, well, basically because it requires zero talent, only a good memory.

he is a wonderful supporter and a very loyal friend, to a fault. he will do anything his friends tell him to do. thank merlin the marauders are decent anf don’t take advantage of him.

that’s all for now ! got any questions ? plot ideas ? do u just wanna hang out ? hmu ! i’m so ready to write w all of u!

[hazeofhearts]

Perfect

Perfect (Dacre Montgomery x reader)

(This was a request by @princessnancy and because she’s a sweetie for putting the bug in my head and for being SO PATIENT, this one is for her. I wouldn’t judge her for not requesting anything from me ever again but I hope that’s not the case. Requests are open!!)

I might never be your knight in shining armour I might never be the one you take home to mother And I might never be the one who brings you flowers But I can be the one, be the one tonight

You stumbled quickly to your apartment door. You opened the door to find Dacre leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Dacre said nothing, instead moving his hands to your robe tie. He tugged on the makeshift belt and connected his eyes with yours.

“You certainly don’t waste time. How long have you even been in town?”

“Got in this morning. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I mean, I want to. Just not right away. Come chill with me,” you said, snaking your arms around Dacre’s neck.

You both went further into your apartment, settling on the couch with a coffee table full of snacks.

“Clearly you were expecting me.”

“Yeah,” you gestured to yourself, clad only in a pair of underwear, a tank top and a fluffy robe. “How could you tell?”

Dacre chuckled, unmuting the tv and watching a rerun of Friends with you.

After a while you finally crawled over to him and sat directly in his lap. He chuckled, placing his hands on your waist and looking up at you.

“Is my girl ready?”

“Yes I am.”

As you were laying on the floor, butt naked and a pillow behind your head, you reached out for Dacre’s hand unconsciously.

“Ah, sorry. You probably want to keep this no emotions. I’m fine with that.”

Dacre cast a look to you that you wish you knew him long enough to see what he was saying.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind being a little sentimental. Seems nice,” he said.

“Huh,” you said quietly, turning to look at the ceiling.

When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious Oh yeah Girl I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for Cause I’m not good at making promises

Six months previously

The Stranger Things cast and crew party was in full swing and you were enjoying yourself. You were so honoured to be a makeup artist in a show like this. The kids were kind and funny and they loved you. You got along with Natalie and Charlie well but hadn’t really associated with Joe or Dacre because they had another girl to do their makeup.

That doesn’t mean to say that you didn’t want to associate with them but you figured it was frowned upon for makeup artists to flirt with cast members. And who knows, maybe he had a girlfriend or boyfriend already.

As you were thinking, a smooth accented voice greeted you. You turned to face the man of your hidden affections and he gave you that sexy smirk that made you weak in the knees.

Soon enough you were going somewhere for a little bit of quiet.

“I really like you. But I’d be open to keep this casual if that’s what you want.”

You pondered the question for a bit. It did make your heart race that he said he liked you but he followed up with mentioning casual meetings. Which was fine, you didn’t shame other girls so why shame yourself?

The only problem was you didn’t want to keep it casual. Most of the guys that you did this with sucked ass and literally only wanted your body. You knew Dacre was different in the way he held you and the way he simply looked at you.

But you couldn’t help be choked up from his words.

Casual.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do then baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect for you

It was two months after the sentimental outburst and you were on your way to Dacre’s trailer to go out and have lunch.

The cast had gotten so many scenes down today that they were ahead of schedule so Matt and Ross gave everyone an extended lunch break.

You swung the door open and hopped inside to see Dacre with a baggy hoodie and black sweatpants on. He was currently slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses and stuffing his wallet and phone in his pocket.

You were dressed almost the opposite. You had on a blue button up that might have been Dacre’s with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of leggings with shorts over them.

Dacre came over to you and pressed a hand into your waist before dropping a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Hello babe, ready to go eat?”

Your stomach did flips at the nickname and you could only nod your head as you snuck off set.

You had just finished an intimate and giggly lunch in a hole in the wall restaurant and getting ready to head back to set when you heard shouting.

You turned and saw a camera flash and before you knew it, Dacre had pushed you to his other side so he was closest to the street. His hand was firmly on the space just above your hip and a quick glance showed that his jaw was clenched.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered.

Dacre looked to you.

“It’s not your fault, babe. Honest.”

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect So let’s start right now

“What? Dacre we can’t just skip out on this.”

Dacre was currently trying to get you to run away with him. After the paparazzi mishap, it was a few more months before you could be seen in public again.

“Babe, please. We both deserve some time for ourselves! Just come with me? Please?”

So here you were now, shivering at three in the morning as Dacre packed your bags into his car to go to the airport. He led you to the passenger side and helped you in before driving off.

It had been nearly a whole day since you took off from your small apartment in L.A to arrive in Hawaii, possibly the most cheesy vacation spot ever. You were tired and hungry and more than a little cranky.

But as soon as Dacre got your rental car, you drove to the nearest fast food place and went through the drive through.

At your rental house (you didn’t even want to know how much this was all costing Dacre) you lugged your bags in but dropped them in the front room as you trotted to the back were a deck and pool lay out for you.

Before you even really process what you’re doing, you’ve stripped out of everything you were wearing and step out onto the deck, the sun warming your skin from the cold air of the plane.

Dacre wraps his arms around you and you can feel he’s taken off his shirt and pants but left his boxers on. He holds his phone up and shakes it and you can’t help but laugh.

You allow him to take a selfie of the two of you. You pose in various ways. Dacre kissing your temple while you grin. The two of you kissing. And Dacre’s personal favourite, a selfie of the two of you with him behind you and you front and center, under the collar, so to speak.

“Dacre! Delete that!”

“No can do, babe. I’m making it my wallpaper.”

I might never be the hand you put your heart in Or the arms that hold you any time you want them But that don’t mean we can live here in the moment Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

You had fallen asleep around an hour ago, your skin warmed by the sun you had lounged around in all day and possibly the most romantic sex you’d ever had.

Dacre was staring at you sleeping, seeing the rise and fall of your chest as he pulled the comforter slowly down your body. You shifted ever so slightly and his hand shot up to his chest so as not to think he was being a creep.

He loved you.

He loved you but he would never be able to admit it to you.

He had fucked this up in the beginning and said he only wanted something casual but this wasn’t casual. You were acting like a couple. You’d been fooling around for a year or so. Almost exactly a year.

He loved everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, how embarrassed you got at simple displays of affection. The cast of Stranger Things knew you were a thing but they didn’t tease you. Despite this, you refused to kiss him around others.

Maybe you wanted casual. But you wouldn’t have come with him if it was casual. The few girls he’d had casual encounters with wanted sex all the time. You didn’t. You wanted a build up. You wanted love.

Dacre wanted that too.

When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious Oh yeah Girl I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for Cause I’m not good at making promises

“Are you scared to be with me?”

You felt your face heat up.

“Scared? If I was scared I wouldn’t have come. No, I’m not scared. I’ve done a lot for you Dacre but we can’t even say we’re dating! How is that fair to me? We both know this isn’t something casual!”

You had come home from what was supposed to be a lovely dinner but on the way to the house, you started talking about you’re relationship and you were here somehow.

“Fair?! I told you that I liked you but it was your choice!”

“Why would you even mention that I had a choice then? Just say you want to go out with me! Don’t mention casual sex if you want more!”

“You want more too! Otherwise you wouldn’t be here!”

You turned stone cold. You stomped up the stairs into the bedroom; you could hear Dacre following you.

“Babe? What are you doing?”

You stopped from gathering up a change of clothes into a carry on bag.

“I need to be away from you right now. We can’t talk properly if we’re yelling. I need space.”

You swung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed your carry on bag. You swiped the rental car keys from the table in the entryway and slammed outside to the car.

An hour or two later, you stop on a deserted cliff road. You pull over into an area away from the road so you don’t obstruct it and walk to the edge of the cliff where you can see the ocean roaring at you.

A few minutes of silence before you clench your fists, plant your feet and scream as loud as you can. You kept going for a few minutes until you were hoarse.

You went back to the car and locked yourself in before resting your forehead on the steering wheel. Your phone ringing made you jump and your caller ID said it was Natalia.

“Y/N! Check Instagram right now!”

“What? Nat what are you even talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter, just check Dacre’s Instagram! Seriously!”

Natalia hung up before you could really get a word in.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do then baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect for you

You logged in to your Instagram and nearly jumped out of your skin from the barrage of notifications that blew up your phone.

Your eyes shot open from the new follower count over the notifications. 99+?!

You put them aside and typed in Dacre’s Instagram into your search bar.

His profile loaded and you covered your mouth in shock.

Right in the first row was one of the selfies that Dacre took of you on your first day in Hawaii. The caption was what caught your attention.

‘Dear Y/N, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please come back to me. You’re not answering my calls, you’re not responding to your texts. I’m so worried about you. I’m so sorry. What we said to each other wasn’t said in the best circumstances and I need to apologise face to face or else I’ll never forgive myself. To everyone else reading this, this is the woman I love. She is my pride and joy and I need her in my life. She is the sun on my cloudy day, she is the flower in my otherwise plain field. I need her to survive, I don’t know what I would do without her. Y/N please come back. I need to see you. At least let someone else know that you’re okay.’

You locked your phone, tossed it on the passenger seat and turned the car on, putting it into reverse and pulling back out onto the road.

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect So let’s start right now

By now it’s way past midnight and you’re dragging your feet up the walkway. Before you could even move to unlock the door, it swung open and Dacre comes rushing out, gathering you into his arms and burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder.

“I’m so sorry babe. I messed up so bad.”

You care your fingers through his hair.

“It’s alright Dacre.”

He holds you at an arms length, taking you in.

“Would you like to take this to the next and better level and be my girlfriend?”

You smiled wide as Dacre brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Honestly? Nothing would make me happier.”

And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out Oh yeah And if you’re looking for someone to write you break up songs about Baby I’m perfect Baby we’re perfect

It’s hard to believe that another six months had passed since you and Dacre became exclusive but it’s happened. You were still on staff as the make up artist for Stranger Things and your relationship with Dacre was still in the honeymoon phase.

Though you both liked to tell people that you’d been together for at least a year by now and not just completely “casual”.

You had slid into the sexiest dress you owned and began waiting patiently for Dacre to get home.

When he arrived, he let out a sigh at seeing you sitting on the breakfast bar and went to stand between your legs with his hands on your waist.

“Ready to go out my darling,” you asked, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly once you got to the crown of his head.

“Mmhmmn. But I want to see my baby first.”

Dacre craned his neck up and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He slid you off the counter and into his arms before setting you on the floor.

The two of you were seated at a secluded table with a view of the city. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, letting them trail all over his hands and arms. Your feet bumped against each other under the table.

About half way through the meal, Dacre started fidgeting with your hand that he was holding. When you ordered desert, he released your hand completely.

When desert arrived, Dacre waiting until the waiter left and then fumbled around in his lap for a bit.

“Dacre? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, babe. I-It is but I just want to ask you a question.”

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do then baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect for you

“So I guess you’re really serious right?”

“I mean, I’d like to think so. I’m not too sure how else to prove it to you.”

“I could think of a few others but I think this will do.”

“So you’ll marry me?”

“Of course I will.”

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about baby I’m perfect Baby I’m perfect So let’s start right now

[fluffballgremmie]

Monsters fate #1-5 out of ?

“Zane!”

I shouted to the short red-head as a jogged over to his spot.He was listening to something,probably fallout boys, and had just slipped on his hood as a came up so he didnt notice me at first. I tapped him on the head to get his attention and he jumped a little.

“Wh-oh hey DF!Didn't notice you there! How are you doing?”

I smiled a bit at this.Zane usually has his head in the clouds and tends to not pay attention to his surroundings. Sometimes it worries me since he's had a bad history with daydreaming.Back before He became my roommate he had been living with his abusive mother and had been punished for having a imagination.When he was old enough to move out he asked me if he could become my roommate. Since we had been friends since he was 5 ,and I knew about his mother, I didn't refuse. I must admit though , ever since he's moved in I have tended to be a bit protective over him.

“I am doing good. Are you ready to go home?”

“I have been ready for over an hour you dolt.”

“HEY!Don't call me a dolt you dolt.Plus I couldn't wait to get these.”I retorted back as I flashed Yet Another piercing ,this time snake bites on my mouth.

He playfully punched my arm as the bus arrived. We rode the bus to our apartment building walked up 2 flights of stairs and opened the door to our third-floor apartment.I walked down the main hall and headed for my room where I dropped of my bag full of merch and turned back to the door and pattered towards the living room.Zane was already perched on the couch scrolling through netflix trying to find his favorite series,voltron.

“Still working on that cartoon?” I teased as he gave me a triggered look.

“For your information it's called a animated series, thank you very much.” he huffed as the introduction played. Deciding that I didn't want to push him any further I plopped down next to him and watched the show.After watching two to three episodes I decided to head off to bed.

“Man that test was easy!”

I had just finished my driving test and was holding my new licenses.

“You better not lose that, you just got it after all.”zane teased as I slipped it into my pocket.

“Hey I won't lose it!” I retorted as we walked past a alleyway.That's when I noticed two guys were towering over a poor kitten kicking it over,and over,and over.It angered me.

“Hey!knuckleheads! Stop hurting an innocent animal!”

The one on the right turned to us with a annoyed expression visible on his dog-like face.

“Why don't you shut your trap , pretend this never happened, and walk away.” he growled as he stomped towards my direction. He easily towered me by like three feet,But I have dealt with worse knuckleheads than these.In one swift movement I punched him in the jaw and kick him where it hurts. He groaned in pain while the guy on the left swiftly turned and,in like a blink of an eye, was right next to me.Then there was darkness.

I woke up to complete darkness.i tried to move but found that I was being restrained by chains.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” a smooth,yet dark,voice pierced the silence.That's when a feeble yet illuminating light was turned on to reveal both the guys who kicked the cat and zane across from us.

“ZANE! Did they hurt you! THEY BETTER NOT HAVE!I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DID!” I yelled baring my teeth and struggling on my bonds.

“Tch-tch-tch Looks like we got a fighter Ross,” The guy on the left smirked as he continued “ Don't worry we haven't hurt your zaney-pie yet but we will if you don't calm down and be a good pet.” He sauntered up to me and patted my head as I tried,vainly, to snap at his hand. “Feisty one to, this one is definitely going to make a good pet for you Ross. I’ll take the quiet one.”He then unchained me and forced me into a leash.

“HEY! Were not animals! You can't treat us like this!” I protested as he did the same to zane.

“We get to treat you however we want.” the other guy-Ross I think?-purred?-no growled in pleasure more like- as he yanked me towards him.He led me down a hall I didn't notice before and ,surprisingly gentle for a guy who was supposed to be a rough kidnapper, pushed me into a room. It was a bedroom of sorts.It had a king sized bed and a desk with a laptop on top of the dusty surface.I noticed that once we entered the room Ross seemed to treat me much nicer than he did when he was with his companion.

“You can sit on the bed if you want, pet.” he said as he himself lowered himself on it. I was still suspicious of him and he seemed to notice it and scooted himself near the front of the bed as he tugged me towards the far side.

I decided to get information . “So whos your “friend”?”

“Oh him he's not my friend, more like a jailor if you will. He seems to go by the name geno.” Ross’s face seemed to cloud over with anger.”He claims to be a vampire lord and he said he needed a loyal partner.At the time I was an idiot to think that I would be treated fair by a vamp ,since I am a werewolf, and accepted his offer.”

Werewolf,Vampire! I gasped in disbelief at his words.How can they be real.

“W-wait they exist!?”

Ross then gave me a look that i couldn't read.I closed my eyes so I could wrap my head around this.When I opened my eyes two bright yellow eyes were staring back. I wanted to look away but for some reason they seemed to keep me stuck in place.

“Are you scared of me?” Ross asked as he leaned back.His yellow eyes flicked to my own then to the ground as he prepared for my answer.

“No.” He looks up in surprise as I continue. “Let me guess. He wants you to turn me into a werewolf and he will turn zane into a vampire.”

He looked ashamed ,but he didn't deny it.

“I have already failed 2 other times.I have to do it or else I die…”

I was shocked.He dies if he doesn't change me? I was too upset to comprehend what he just said.

And at that exact moment Geno decided to barge in with a scared,crying,and disbelieving Zane.

“Ross! Have you changed him yet?”

“N-no I haven't…”

“Augh you know what.Follow me.”

Geno starting pulling us towards another room . As we were tugged along I asked Zane if he is okay.

“Yeah Im okay.He tried to bite me but I was able to avoid him. He was pissed”

I sighed in pure relief when he said this.Geno then kicked opened the door to the room and dragged us to the wall and locked me  in chains .

“Since you wont turn your pet by yourself i guess I will have to force you.” and with that sentence he sealed my fate.He walked over to Ross and took out a syringe. Ross tried to fight him but Geno had him in a death grip.He stabbed Ross with the syringe and then with a last “See you in your new life.” to me left the room.

At that moment only one thought raced through my head.

“NOOOOOOO.” I screamed. Now I know Ross kidnapped me but over the short time I knew him he became my friend.I tried to prie my chains off me when I heard a growl so animal like it made me freeze.I looked up to find a full grown werewolf staring right back at me.

“R-Ross?...”

He growled and the next thing I know I am out of my chains and Ross is on top of me.

“Ross!Stop it! Its me DarkFlash!” That seemed to snap him out of it a little bit but not much.He whined as if pleading with me to just accept my fate.At that moment I heard screaming from the other room.It was zane.I was thrown into a animal like fury struggling to get Ross off me as a shouted threats and cuss words at Geno for hurting zane.Then like  someone muting a TV everything went silent. I was to weak to do anything then swing my head to look up at Ross as he looked down at me in a hungry/sad manner.He lowered his head towards the end of my neck and seemed to sniff it,then he licked the -nape?-of my neck then I felt something tear through my flesh as I screamed in pain.

***3 weeks later(time skip brought to you by a person who has no life***

I wake up gasping for breath.where am I?Am I a werewolf now?Is Zane okay?All of these questions ran through my head.The I noticed a alarm clock and when I looked down I realized I was in a bed I recognized.I was back in my apartment and it was 12:00 and we were safe yet a again.I looked at my neck to find it wrapped in bandages.I was to weak to get up so I just sat there in numb silence.I guess I must have fallen asleep because I was back in the warehouse place watching Zane get sucked dry right in front of me as Ross said”see you in the next life kids.”I woke up with arms wrapped around me.I tried to get out of the grip thinking it was Ross but then Zane's voice was coming from the person holding me.

“DF,DF,DF its okay its just me.”He said in a soft voice.I stopped struggling and leaned into his embrace.

“I-I-I am so happy to see you.” I said into his stomach as he put my head in his lap.

“How long have I been out?”

“Three weeks.”

I couldn't believe I had been out for that long.I only had two questions left.

“Are we…?” I tried to ask but it got stuck in my throat. Thankfully he seemed to get my point.

“Yes I got turned by Geno and Ross seemed to lose all humanity.”

“O-oh.”

“Yeah.But I must admit you really pull of the ears and tail.”

“W-WAIT WHAT!” I shouted as I blushed in pure anger and embarrassment.

“Yeah you seem to have wolf ears and a tail even when your not in a actual werewolf form.I would let you get up to see but if you did you would probably collapse.Your to weak right now.”

He then got up and left for a short period of time and then came back with a hand mirror and gave it to me.

“Here take a look!”

I looked in the mirror to see two big,fluffy,Dark blue wolf ears perched on my head that twitched in curiosity as I stared at them.

“I never knew you were this narcissistic DF.” Zane teased.

I gave him a mock hurt look as I whined in annoyance.The whine sounded quite dog- like.Zane chuckled and then a strangely hungry looked flashed over his face as he suddenly stood up.

“Um-I-I have to g…”

He broke off as I spun him around to see to blood red eyes staring at me with a intense hunger.Oddly enough I wasn't really worried.

“I forgot that you were a vampire.You havent eaten at all have you?” I asked.He didn't answer.I started to get a little nervous.

“Zane ar-” I got cut off as Zane climbed on top of me. I froze as his hair brushed my face but then it turned into one of amusement.

“Hungry much?Well I guess I could let you feed off of me but you have to promise to take care of me until I feel better.”That seemed to break him out of his trance long enough to ask me two questions.

“Won't you get turned into a werepyre or something if I feed off of you? And second of all why didn't you at least try to stop me from trying to chomp you?I could have killed you or I could have died!”

I responded with “First of all you need to eat and I know you are not comfortable with randomly drinking some strangers plasm and second of all if I remember correctly werewolf blood is technically a delicacy to vamps.”

“Really? Where did you learn that?If I remember you didn't know monsters exist until 3 weeks ago.”

“I actually had to do an essay on vampire diets so i know a thing or two.Now will I have to force you to eat or will you man up and do it yourself.”

At that sentence Zane blushed a little.It was weird seeing him blush at such a silly sentence but in a few seconds my thought completely left me as he lowered his head and licked a sensitive part of my neck.I whimpered at the weird sensation of being licked higher on my neck than Ross did when he bit me.I then felt something sharp pierce my neck and I felt Zane tense a little at the smell of blood. He then lifted my head as blood pooled out of the wound. Even though it hurt I was silent. I then felt his tongue against my neck as he lapped up the deep red liquid. A weird instinct to growl welled up in my mind. As I tried to keep the sound down it escaped my throat. I  noticed something was off about this growl, it was to muted in sort of a placated way, no hostile more comforted.I kept growling as I grew weaker and weaker with every lick. When Zane sealed my wound I stopped growling After that both him and I just layed there. Not in discomfort or in embarrassment just in curiosity.I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at me . He than blushed beet red as he took in what happened.

“I am so sorry!”

“Oh shut it already.”

He looked at me in surprise as I closed my eyes and succumbed to sleep.

[vvienersoldier]

An Empire Falls, pt. 2

A/N: Hey guys, the first few parts to this are probably going to be posted rapid fire so I can make sure all my ideas are written down before my imagination gets too crazy with this :) this is sort of filler, but the next few parts will be interesting (I think).

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, lil angsty, possibly butchered Russian

Word Count: 1,356

An Empire Falls, pt. 2

Part 1 

Summary: At the last stand in Siberia, there is more to the mission report from December 16, 1991 than a video. Tony’s younger sister, (Y/N), who was thought to have been killed in the accident with her parents despite her body being so badly damaged that a positive identification was never made, was recruited for the Winter Soldier program, and Zemo has dragged her from cryo to make sure the empire falls.

Siberia 

“Tell me about yourself,” the Sokovian man before you requested, a smirk creeping over his features. The fighting of the three men had since moved away, but you could still hear the clashing of metal on metal.

Metal clashing against metal. A cold fist trying to find a weakness on your torso, only to be met with more metal. A void stare meeting your own, the only thought on your mind, and his, was to attack, follow your instructor’s orders. You weren’t the one being punished this time.

“I am Asset Five,” you replied blandly, staring at the man on the other side of the spider webbed glass vacantly. “I am one of five Assets in the Winter Soldier program. They use me as a last resort because I am the smallest.” You listed off facts monotonously, waiting for a real order.

“No. Tell me about (Y/N),” he corrected, raising a mocking brow at you.

“(Y/N)? Who the hell is that?” You replied, more emotion in your tone than what Zemo expected.

“Без эмоций (No emotion),” a voice snarled at you, before a flesh hand smashed into your face, sending blood flying from your nose across the white lab coat of the scientist who was manning the machine you’d just been released from.

“Where am I?” You’d croaked, staring defiantly up at the aging man who was in charge. Pierce, his name was Pierce. Your years of training told you that he was important, based on his mannerisms and how he dressed. You instantly felt a chill crawl down your spine, a reaction that was hard to get out of you after you’d been weaponized. One word came to your mind to describe him. змея (Snake).

“C’mon, you know that name.” Zemo chuckled darkly, watching the struggle play out on your face as you tried to find the right memory. You hadn’t been wiped since a few months before you’d been put back into cryo, so memories from whoever you must’ve been would slip into your awareness every so often, but there was nothing that made any sense.

“I-I do,” you whispered hoarsely, staring at the man behind the glass with a haunted expression. “Did I know you?” You asked uncertainly, before turning as you heard the fighting of the trio get louder again. By the time you looked back to Zemo, he was gone, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to care enough to follow him. You shook off your confusion and stalked toward where you could still hear the fight, observing the men all fighting. A beam of light began to build from the red man of iron’s palm.

“Стоп (Stop!)” You shouted, giving them all your hardest stare. Hearing your name had shook you out of your Winter Soldier state somewhat, but you still felt the restless urge for action upon being triggered. Staring down at the three men from your vantage point, you surveyed the damage done. The metal man had no face protection, and they were all beat up. What shocked you the most was the missing left arm of your fellow Asset, who was looking worse than you’d ever seen him, even after returning from rigorous missions. 

“Has anybody ever told you that staring is rude?” You directed towards the red one, who was looking like he’d seen a ghost. Instead of being offended or berating you as you were expecting, he let out a laugh, a somewhat hysterical sound. 

“You’ve still got your wit, (Y/N). They couldn’t beat that out of you no matter what,” he mumbled a half-hearted joke to himself, as if trying to talk himself out of completely losing his mind. “You, missy, have quite a deal of explaining to do, starting when we all get on the jet.”

You didn’t know what had caused the fight between the three men, but you felt a stiff electrical crackling in the air between them. Before you could think into it, the metal man turned to the other two.

“I’m nowhere near done with the two of you, but you probably know the best course of action to help her,” he stated factually, “so, I’ll talk to Ross, get him to get you all off the hook with some level of punishment, and we will have an Avengers family meeting to discuss some new rules.” He forced out, not seeming pleased with the idea at all, if the grimace he didn’t really bother to hide said anything. 

 Turning towards you, he slowly approached, eyes watching you warily. “C’mon, let’s go,” he prompted gently, a waiver in his voice giving away his uncertainty. He reached your right side first, but made a not so subtle move to your left to grab the hand that was still flesh and bone.

He’s scared of you. You chuckle to yourself and shake your head, shrugging out of his grip and heading towards the only one of the three you really recognized. Standing next to the now left armless Asset, you gave the metal man a cold look.

“If you will not acknowledge what I am, maybe you do not deserve to know who I am now.” You told him flatly, the stinging feeling in your chest upon his actions foreign to you. If this was what emotions felt like, you weren’t sure you really wanted this. But you knew that you’d have to try to unlock your past yourself, before someone forced your past onto you and distorted it, making you even worse.

“Давайте перейдем к струе. (Let’s go to the jet.)” You heard a soft voice suggest in Russian, turning your head to look up into the haunted blue eyes of Asset One.

“What do I call you? All of you?” You asked, tiring of calling them by made up identifiers. “I-I don’t remember my real name, but they called me Five.” You turned your head in Tony’s direction. “But you, you called me something else. (Y/N)? Is that who I was?”

“Yes, that is your name. And I’m Tony Stark, y’know, Iron Man, coolest superhero.” He answered flippantly, his energy drained from fighting and his patience as thin as a hair. “Those two relics to your left are Captain America, Steve Rodgers, good ol’ righteous Stevie; and the original Manchurian Candidate, James Barnes,”

“Call me Bucky, doll,” James cut in, sending a sympathetic smile your way at the bewildered look on your face as you struggled to sort out your thoughts and feelings.

“If you’re done trying to pick up my compromised sister, I’d love to get back to the quinjet and dethaw myself,” Tony snarked, paling a moment later as he realized the insensitive remark. “Jesus, sorry,” he breathed, his shoulders sagging with fatigue.

Avengers Compound

After a long flight and countless questions you couldn’t answer, the quinjet finally touched down, and Tony grabbed your elbow gently, shocking you by not shying away from the metal of your right side. 

“C’mon, peanut, let’s get you to bed. we’ve all had a long day.” Before exiting the jet with you, he turned to the dynamic duo, giving them a signature Tony Stark look. “I’ll expect to see the two of you in the briefing room bright and early tomorrow. Go get cleaned up, you’re both disgusting. I’ll call Dr. Cho in the morning to see what can be done about your arm,” he said, aiming the last part towards Bucky, whom you found yourself reluctant to leave. 

The man seemed like he was able to read your mind, he knew when Tony or Steve were pushing too hard, he knew how to describe the things you were feeling. Like being behind a one way mirror, your memories can touch you, but you can’t even see them. 

“Goodnight, Captain, Bucky,” you nodded goodnight to them in turn, before being escorted to a guest room by Stark. Your brother.

Even after scrubbing yourself clean of the past two years of cryo and missions before that, you couldn’t help but hear Bucky’s words before you fell into a restless sleep.

Your memories can touch you, but you can’t even see them.

Part 3

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[fluffballgremmie]

Monsters Fate ~Rerun

“Zane!”

I shouted to the short red-head as a jogged over to his spot.He was listening to something,probably fallout boys, and had just slipped on his hood as I came up so he didnt notice me at first. I tapped him on the head to get his attention and he jumped a little.

“Wh-oh hey DF!Didn't notice you there! How are you doing?”

I smiled a bit at this.Zane usually has his head in the clouds and tends to not pay attention to his surroundings. Sometimes it worries me since he's had a bad history with daydreaming.Back before He became my roommate he had been living with his abusive mother and had been punished for having a imagination.When he was old enough to move out he asked me if he could become my roommate. Since we had been friends since he was 5 ,and I knew about his mother, I didn't refuse. I must admit though , ever since he's moved in I have tended to be a bit protective over him.

“I am doing good. Are you ready to go home?”

“I have been ready for over an hour you dolt.”

“HEY!Don't call me a dolt you dolt.Plus I couldn't wait to get these.”I retorted back as I flashed Yet Another piercing ,this time snake bites on my mouth.

He playfully punched my arm as the bus arrived. We rode the bus to our apartment building walked up 2 flights of stairs and opened the door to our third-floor apartment.I walked down the main hall and headed for my room where I dropped of my bag full of merch and turned back to the door and walked towards the living room. Zane was already perched on the couch scrolling through netflix trying to find his favorite series,Voltron.

“Still working on that cartoon?” I teased as he gave me a triggered look.

“For your information it's called a animated series, thank you very much.” he huffed as the introduction played. Deciding that I didn't want to push him any further I plopped down next to him and watched the show.After watching two to three episodes I decided to head off to bed.

“Man that test was easy!”

I had just finished my driving test and was holding my new licenses.

“You better not lose that, you just got it after all.”zane teased as I slipped it into my pocket.

“Hey I won't lose it!” I retorted as we walked past a alleyway.That's when I noticed two guys were towering over a poor kitten kicking it over,and over,and over.It angered me.

“Hey! Knuckleheads! Stop hurting an innocent animal!”

The one on the right turned to us with a annoyed expression visible on his dog-like face.

“Why don't you shut your trap , pretend this never happened, and walk away.” he growled as he stomped towards my direction. He easily towered me by like three feet,But I have dealt with worse knuckleheads than these.In one swift movement I punched him in the jaw and kick him where it hurts. He groaned in pain while the guy on the left swiftly turned and,in like a blink of an eye, was right next to me.Then there was darkness.

I woke up to complete darkness. I tried to move but found that I was being restrained by chains.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” a smooth,yet dark,voice pierced the silence.That's when a feeble yet illuminating light was turned on to reveal both the guys who kicked the cat and zane across from us.

“ZANE! Did they hurt you! THEY BETTER NOT HAVE!I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DID!” I yelled baring my teeth and struggling on my bonds.

“Tch-tch-tch Looks like we got a fighter Ross,” The guy on the left smirked as he continued “ Don't worry we haven't hurt your zaney-pie yet but we will if you don't calm down and be a good pet.” He sauntered up to me and patted my head as I tried,vainly, to snap at his hand. “Feisty one to, this one is definitely going to make a good pet for you Ross. I’ll take the quiet one.”He then unchained me and forced me into a leash.

“HEY! Were not animals! You can't treat us like this!” I protested as he did the same to zane.

“We get to treat you however we want.” the other guy-Ross I think?-purred?-no growled in pleasure more like- as he yanked me towards him.He led me down a hall I didn't notice before and ,surprisingly gentle for a guy who was supposed to be a rough kidnapper, pushed me into a room. It was a bedroom of sorts.It had a king sized bed and a desk with a laptop on top of the dusty surface.I noticed that once we entered the room Ross seemed to treat me much nicer than he did when he was with his companion.

“You can sit on the bed if you want, pet.” he said as he himself lowered himself on it. I was still suspicious of him and he seemed to notice it and scooted himself near the front of the bed as he tugged me towards the far side.

I decided to get information . “So who’s your “friend”?”

“Oh him he's not my friend, more like a jailor if you will. He seems to go by the name geno.” Ross’s face seemed to cloud over with anger.”He claims to be a vampire lord and he said he needed a loyal partner.At the time I was an idiot to think that I would be treated fair by a vamp ,since I am a werewolf, and accepted his offer.”

Werewolf,Vampire! I gasped in disbelief at his words.How can they be real.

“W-wait they exist!?”

Ross then gave me a look that i couldn't read.I closed my eyes so I could wrap my head around this.When I opened my eyes two bright yellow eyes were staring back. I wanted to look away but for some reason they seemed to keep me stuck in place.

“Are you scared of me?” Ross asked as he leaned back.His yellow eyes flicked to my own then to the ground as he prepared for my answer.

“No.” He looks up in surprise as I continue. “Let me guess. He wants you to turn me into a werewolf and he will turn zane into a vampire.”

He looked ashamed ,but he didn't deny it.

“I have already failed two other times.I have to do it or else I die…”

I was shocked.He dies if he doesn't change me? I was too upset to comprehend what he just said.

And at that exact moment Geno decided to barge in with a scared,crying,and disbelieving Zane.

“Ross! Have you changed him yet?”

“N-no I haven't…”

“Augh you know what.Follow me.”

Geno starting pulling us towards another room . As we were tugged along I asked Zane if he is okay.

“Yeah Im okay.He tried to bite me but I was able to avoid him. He was pissed”

I sighed in pure relief when he said this.Geno then kicked opened the door to the room and dragged me to the wall and locked my arms in chains .

“Since you wont turn your pet by yourself I guess I will have to force you.” and with that sentence he sealed my fate.He walked over to Ross and took out a syringe. Ross tried to fight him but Geno had him in a death grip.He stabbed Ross with the syringe and then with a last “See you in your new life.” to me left the room.

At that moment only one thought raced through my head.

“NOOOOOOO.” I screamed. Now I know Ross kidnapped me but over the short time I knew him he became my friend.I tried to prie my chains off me when I heard a growl so animal like it made me freeze.I looked up to find a full grown werewolf staring right back at me.

“R-Ross?...”

He growled and the next thing I know I am out of my chains and Ross is on top of me.

“Ross!Stop it! Its me DarkFlash!” That seemed to snap him out of it a little bit but not much.He whined as if pleading with me to just accept my fate.At that moment I heard screaming from the other room.It was zane.I was thrown into a animal like fury struggling to get Ross off me as a shouted threats and cuss words at Geno for hurting zane.Then like  someone muting a TV everything went silent. I was to weak to do anything then swing my head to look up at Ross as he looked down at me in a hungry/sad manner.He lowered his head towards the end of my neck and seemed to sniff it,then he licked the -nape?-of my neck then I felt something tear through my flesh as I screamed in pain.

***3 weeks later(time skip brought to you by a person who has no life)***

I wake up gasping for breath.where am I?Am I a werewolf now?Is Zane okay?All of these questions ran through my head.The I noticed a alarm clock and when I looked down I realized I was in a bed I recognized.I was back in my apartment and it was 12:00 and we were safe yet  again.I looked at my neck to find it wrapped in bandages.I was to weak to get up so I just sat there in numb silence.I guess I must have fallen asleep because I was back in the warehouse place watching Zane get sucked dry right in front of me as Ross said”see you in the next life kids.”I woke up with arms wrapped around me.I tried to get out of the grip thinking it was Ross but then Zane's voice was coming from the person holding me.

“DF,DF,DF its okay its just me.”He said in a soft voice.I stopped struggling and leaned into his embrace.

“I-I-I am so happy to see you.” I said into his stomach as he put my head in his lap.

“How long have I been out?”

“Three weeks.”

I couldn't believe I had been out for that long.I only had two questions left.

“Are we…?” I tried to ask but it got stuck in my throat. Thankfully he seemed to get my point.

“Yes I got turned by Geno and Ross seemed to lose all humanity.”

“O-oh.”

“Yeah.But I must admit you really pull of the ears and tail.”

“W-WAIT WHAT!” I shouted as I blushed in pure anger and embarrassment.

“Yeah you seem to have wolf ears and a tail even when your not in a actual werewolf form.I would let you get up to see but if you did you would probably collapse.Your to weak right now.”

He then got up and left for a short period of time and then came back with a hand mirror and gave it to me.

“Here take a look!”

I looked in the mirror to see two big,fluffy,Dark blue wolf ears perched on my head that twitched in curiosity as I stared at them.

“I never knew you were this narcissistic DF.” Zane teased.

I gave him a mock hurt look as I whined in annoyance.The whine sounded quite dog- like.Zane chuckled and then a strangely hungry looked flashed over his face as he suddenly stood up.

“Um-I-I have to g…”

He broke off as I spun him around to see to blood red eyes staring at me with a intense hunger.Oddly enough I wasn't really worried.

“I forgot that you were a vampire.You havent eaten at all have you?” I asked.He didn't answer.I started to get a little nervous.

“Zane ar-” I got cut off as Zane climbed on top of me. I froze as his hair brushed my face but then it turned into one of amusement.

“Hungry much?Well I guess I could let you feed off of me but you have to promise to take care of me until I feel better.”That seemed to break him out of his trance long enough to ask me two questions.

“Won't you get turned into a werepyre or something if I feed off of you? And second of all why didn't you at least try to stop me from trying to chomp you?I could have killed you or I could have died!”

I responded with “First of all you need to eat and I know you are not comfortable with randomly drinking some strangers plasm and second of all if I remember correctly werewolf blood is technically a delicacy to vamps.”

“Really? Where did you learn that?If I remember you didn't know monsters exist until 3 weeks ago.”

“I actually had to do an essay on vampire diets so I know a thing or two.Now will I have to force you to eat or will you man up and do it yourself.”

At that sentence Zane blushed a little.It was weird seeing him blush at such a silly sentence but in a few seconds my thought completely left me as he lowered his head and licked a sensitive part of my neck.I whimpered at the weird sensation of being licked higher on my neck than Ross did when he bit me.I then felt something sharp pierce my neck and I felt Zane tense a little at the smell of blood. He then lifted my head as blood pooled out of the wound. Even though it hurt I was silent. I then felt his tongue against my neck as he lapped up the deep red liquid. A weird instinct to growl welled up in my mind. As I tried to keep the sound down it escaped my throat. I  noticed something was off about this growl, it was to muted in sort of a placated way, no hostile more comforted.I kept growling as I grew weaker and weaker with every lick. When Zane sealed my wound I stopped growling After that both him and I just layed there. Not in discomfort or in embarrassment just in curiosity.I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at me . He than blushed beet red as he took in what happened.

“I am so sorry!”

“Oh shut it already.”

He looked at me in surprise as I closed my eyes and succumbed to sleep.

*two day time skip brought to you by lenny face steve*

I woke up feeling slightly shaky but much better that I had in days. I got out of bed,careful not to wake the sleeping Zane that was right next to me, and headed slowly toward our kitchen. I got a glass of water as I opened the fridge. My mouth watered as the smell of summer sausage assaulted my nose. I noticed that my sense of smell allowed me to smell all of the foods even if the were sealed tightly. I could also maneuver throughout the dark house without bumping into anything or making a single sound.That's when I remembered my tail and ears . It was to easy for me to forget that they were there. I watched my tail sway as I appreciated that I,we,were still alive.I then went to the bathroom and stared at my ears as they twitched on top of my head. I didn't notice that Zane was right next to me until he tapped my arm.I jumped a little and started to panic but calmed down just as fast. He had started petting my head.It was quite a calming sensation.

“Sorry for scaring you. I forgot that I don’t own a reflection anymore.” He chuckled as he continued to pet my ears.I had started doing that weird growling thing again and Zane had noticed it for the first time.He at first stopped, worried that I was about to attack him, but then he noticed my expression and decided to investigate. He went back to petting my ears but more half heartedly. I gave him a uncomfortable look as I edged away from him and went into the living room and sat on the couch.He followed me and went back to petting my ears, this time doing a better job, after a few second the growl came back.He chuckled.

“Hey DF I think you have your own purr.”

“Really?”

I then noticed that unlike the growl I had when Zane was feeding off of me this one held a slight crooning note to it. It made me sound like I was a little pup.

“It's kinda cute.” Zane admitted as he giggled at my triggered look.

“I wonder if your werewolf form is actually just a pup… I guess we will find out tonight.”

“TONIGHT!”

I shouted as panic seized me. I couldn't believe it. Tonight was a full moon!?Zane gave me a worried look as I started pacing.

“DF it's going to be okay. If were correct than you should just turn into a pup.”

“But what if I go full form? what if I attack someone? Or I end up hurting you?!” I replied with a slight panicked tone in my voice.

“You won't hurt anyone okay!” Zane said as he hugged me tightly. And with that we waited until the faithfull moment.

*LE GRANDE TIMO SKIPPO*

I was feeling weird.It felt like I had a fever and a cold at the same time. Zane had led me to my room, which I thought was strange but at the time I did not question it, and I was curled up into a ball on my bed trying to go back to sleep. My alarm clock showed that it was  9:30. I then felt something pop as I groaned in pain.

*Zane POV*

As I heard Df groan in pain worry flashed through my mind.Is he going to be okay?Is my prediction going to be true?I started towards his room. I cautiously opened the door a crack as I heard small sniffs coming from the room. I then controlled my fear and pushed open the door all the way.

There he was in the middle of the room. He had jerked around so that he could see who was entering. I couldn't help but inwardly sigh in relief and sorta giggle at the sight in front of me. I was right, he was a puppy. He was about the size of a golden retriever and had blueish brownish swirled fur all over him. His eyes were two different colors, one yellow the other blue. He gave me a tiny growl as he approached. I held perfectly still as he tried to find out if I was friend or foe.With a bark of happiness he confirmed me as a friend.I relaxed a bit as he pranced around me. We then heard my stomach growl as I wince in pain.

*WARNING (Mostly for my friendo) ANIMALS ARE GOING TO BE HARMED FOR A GOOD CAUSE CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK*

DF then whined at me as he dragged me to the entrance to our apartment. “Woah DF no way!,” I said as he tried to open the door “I can't just let you run down there!You would scare the heck out people!” He gave me an exasperated look as my stomach growled again, this time even louder. As he kept glaring at me I contemplated on how I was going to be able to eat/feed tonight. I didn't want to hurt an innocent person and DF wasn't in the right state of mind so that I could just ask him to donate. He perked up his ears as we hear some birds that our neighbors own chirped. I then got what he was trying to relay to me. As I mulled it over the idea seemed to get better and better. But I didn’t know if animal blood would kill me or not. Then pulling a ,what I think now was, stupid move I googled “Can animal blood kill vampire?”. It came up with a whole page stating that it didn’t kill vamps. I then felt a wave of hunger and happiness flood over me. “Ok DF I will take us outside as long as 1. You only kill squirrels and other SMALL creatures *RIP THE KING OF SQUIRRELS MINION* and 2. You don't try to scare people ok?”

DF gave me a cheerful bark as I opened the door to the main hall to the apartment building. Luckily enough it was late enough that no one was anywhere near the building and the forest behind it.Letting my hunger take slight control I used my new sense of smell to see if I could find any prey. DF flashed by me as he hunted a mouse that just streaked by. I wasn’t very worried. DF as a Were seemed moderately confident in his abilities. I then caught the scent of a  squirrel. My mouth suddenly watered as I imagined biting into the small body as the blood dripped into my mouth, I cringed. Why am I thinking like this?! I stalked the squirrel into a corner. Then with a slash of my claws that sprang from my nails the squirrel was dead. As blood gushed from the slash marks my mouth watered as his hunger took me over all the way. I drained the squirrel and searched for more. The blood tasted good, but not as good as DF’s I thought . I cringed a little at that thought but shook it off as he thought well I’ll have to deal with it from now on.By the time I was done feeding DF was back and his watch said that it was 12:00 a.m. I then led DF back to the apartment and lifted him onto his bed.Df started to whimper in sadness as I left and I turned around and saw him looking at me with big puppy eyes.

“I will be right back DF, I just have to wash my hands and take a shower then I will come back ok?”

He whimpered again but seemed to relax as I explained.I then went into the bathroom washed my hands and turned on the shower. I scrubbed my hair and enjoyed the heat of the water. I got out and went into my room and got dressed into my galaxy shirt and black shorts.I went back to DFs room to see him waiting for me. I then Turned on his TV as I got on his bed. He crawled towards me and snuggled into my stomach. I continued  watching Voltron as I fell asleep.

*DF’S Pov*

I woke up to a very warm something under me and Pidge screaming at something. I looked up to find Zane sleeping in his galaxy shirt and petting my back.I looked towards the TV to find Voltron playing. I got up to see that I was in only my boxers and got into a new set of clothes.It consisted of my favorite “Potato Life” shirt and black jeans.I was slightly embarrassed at waking up in my boxers but was more concerned about what happened last night. I did not want to wake Zane up though since he looked so peaceful sleeping there, so I went down stairs with my phone and headphones and made myself breakfast while the music drifted out of the head phones and into the room. I felt silly for picking the headphones up since I didn't have the ears for it but I thought it would be a good idea to use them to make it so then I don't wake Zane with  (Song he was listening to: music.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsYiLLLbrbwvb (all credit goes to SharraxOfficial) )     

The song put me in a good mood as I finished making a stack of pancakes for Zane and I. I sat down and started to eat as Zane shuffled through the kitchen . I giggled at his dazed look as his neck snapped towards me. He shuffled quickly toward the table and sat down and scarfed down the pancakes. (in this universe vampire can eat normal food as well as blood but they can only survive if the drink blood so Zanes just eating them for the flavor and to appear normal.) He looked happy to see me .

“So how was the transformation?” I asked nervously.

He replied “It was actually really fun and interesting. You are  actually a werepup like I thought so you looked like a wolf.There was the fact I to feed on a squirrel but I got over it.You also snuggled with me.”

I at another bite of my pancakes as I relaxed. I didn't go full werewolf so I am fine from now on.

Zane continued “We will have to research a few things on your werewolf since you now have a few extra perks and instincts,”

“What do you mean?” I asked slightly confused.

“Well the problem is that your werewolf form is about the age where it is going through “ wolf puberty,” “

“I went beet red when he said puberty. I know its a  childish reaction but I didn't want one of the many “Talks”. He noticed this and rolled his eyes.

“Anyways that means that you will get more defensive and easily provoked during this period of time. Especially to those you care deeply for. You will also become extremely snuggly,clingy, and kind to either your mate if you have one,which you don't, or in some cases you can get attached to a certain person,no matter what species, who becomes sort of  your interspecies mate/companion.They are the most important when it comes to your transformation because they are the only ones who can understand and control you in that form.” Zane said as he read this from a article.

We had been walking into our living room and had just sat on the couch when he said that.I tensed a little and he petted my ears to calm me down. We sat down on the couch as he rubbed behind my ears as my happy growl rumbled around the room. I suddenly found myself in his lap licking his neck as he giggles.I wanted to stop but my instinct told me to continue.I nuzzled deeper into his neck and kept licking a certain spot. He let out a huff of air and I came back from my affectionate puppy trance. I looked at his face and it was covered with a deep blush and he was huffing quite a bit. I blushed a deep red as I apologized for my actions. While I stuttered he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a hug.

“Its okay, I knew you didn't have control over your actions and my neck is really sensitive there since its where I got bitten.”

He wasn't huffing anymore and was smiling softly. I was curious about something.

“Why were you huffing?”

“It felt weird to have your tongue against my neck. And no that did not happen.” (only people old enough will get this. <I am sorry!> but DF tends to assume inappropriate things sometimes)

I blushed as I internally smacked myself for thinking like that. As I scolded myself I realized that I had been snuggling into Zane.It actually felt comfortable.

*no ones P.O.V*

Zane cuddled with Df all morning and during the afternoon they played games to pass time.They didn't have to worry about school since it was the summer.

*timeskip brought to you by person who is finally writing again*

TBC