#so who wants to take one for the team and kill me

[filiazpink]

🩷"OH PRIMUS,,,"🩷

orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 warnings: suggestive language (like- once but still), darkwing being darkwing, i’m a sucker for cheesy stuff, really minor transformers one spoilers (?)

summary: orion finds himself completely enamored with one of his superiors and d-16 doesn’t really mind it, until one day, you show up at the mines.

a/n: my very first tumblr fic!! i might post this on my AO3 account as well! hope this reached your expectations considering more than 200 people voted for this prompt on my poll  =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) ill get to some of the other prompts shortly after, i just wanted to know which one would be best to start with (and to properly introduce my writing to tumblr teehee) !! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated !! ENJOY!! 💞💞💞

word count: 1139

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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orion simply couldn't stop thinking about you.

your shiny and colorful armor, your beautiful optics, your height and strength. that voice. the power and authority you had over him. that power rivaled sentinel prime’s in his eyes. everything.

she was simply breathtaking. 

…

“earth to orionnnn, come on, rust bucket!!” pink servos waving at him frantically snapped the red and blue mech out of his trance. focusing his glance, orion watched as elita-1 gave him one of the scariest faces he’s seen yet, followed by d-16 behind her with his arms crossed, looking at his friend with a disappointed expression.

“what’s wrong with you?! you broke protocol, AGAIN!” elita pulled the miner to his feet, groaning in annoyance. orion’s dumb dopey smile quickly turned into a shocked frown and he was about to ask what he did now, but thankfully, his friend answered for him.

“orion, buddy, i know,,, i know you just wanted to save jazz from that explosion but you almost got killed doing that, man.” d-16 looked to the side, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

“you can’t keep doing this, pax. ONE more stunt like this and I’LL be the one to get-”

“what happened here??” elita snapped her head towards the newcomer’s voice, expecting maybe another miner, but her angry scowl quickly faded away once she saw who it was.

it was elita’s superior. 

it was you. 

oh primus, beautiful, amazing, spectacular you. orion felt a rush of warmth cover his face as you walked in along with,,,

oh- with darkwing. of course he was there with you.

STILL- you just showed up with no prompting, and two days in advance no less?? clearly, this was important.

orion fixed his posture and tried to dust off any grime he had on him. d-16 chuckled quietly at his best friend’s excitement, before turning his attention to you.

“(y-y/n)! i thought you were coming to check on our sector in t-two days! i’m so sorry you have to see my team like this i swear it was an accident-” the poor pink bot stammered, much to darkwing’s amusement and to your confusion.

“what accident? the cave collapsing? that’s normal, elita-1. don’t worry about it. you’re telling me it was a complete accident so i will take your word for it.” hearing those words coming from you made elita feel like she was just told that sentinel finally found the matrix of leadership.

“oh, thank you, thank you,,,” orion and d-16 watched as elita continuously thanked her superior, chuckling. 

“well, that means we don’t get our butts kicked too, thank primus miss (y/n) was here.” the red and blue miner said, walking away from the scene with his pal.

“yea and now we can just finish this shift and relax-”

“d-16?” the two stopped in their tracks, slowly turning around in an almost comical way to face the much taller femme bot. 

orion’s servos trembled. he felt embarrassed, he was over here making a fool of himself with how obvious his crush on you was. literally everyone who steps foot in the mines knew about it, aside from, clearly, you. heck, even darkwing seemed to know, considering that despite his optics not being visible, he clearly was glaring at the cog-less bot.

or maybe it was just his usual routine of hating them.

d-16, however, gulped and let out the tiniest of “yes?”. ohhh boy, what now?? did she assume that the cave collapsing was his doing?? did darkwing tell her that-

“you’re at the top of your ranks here, correct?” his train of thought was interrupted by your soft voice, watching as you knelt down to his height, placing a hand on his shoulder, which shocked him a bit. orion stared at the polished hand on his best friend’s rusted shoulder with envy, his optics narrowing just a smidge.

“i already spoke to elita about this, but i also want you to hear it. i’ve heard some great things about you, and how you excel amongst your ranks. so i just wanted you to hear this.” d-16 felt frozen.

‘what is this,,, feeling? my face is burning,,’ oh indeed it was. his face flushed in a deep blue as he anxiously waited for your next words. just your soothing voice got him like this and he simply couldn’t understand why.

“,,, i need you.”

,,,

WHAT???

the first to react was darkwing, who let out a very outraged grunt of confusion, as if you just cheated on him with a MINER of all people in his face, followed by elita, the other miners and orion gasping, everyone turning their heads towards the two.

“,,,w-what?” the gray miner’s voice box barely even processed his astonished question. he felt as if his circuits were frying up by how hot he felt. 

orion’s expression showed bewilderment and a hint of betrayal. this,,, wasn’t fair?? well- he knew it wasn’t d-16 who said that to you, but he still couldn’t help but feel jealous.

he wished it could have been him.

but then finally, you realized what you just said and removed your hand from the shorter bot’s shoulder, standing up straight and bumping into darkwing’s chest armor. “oh- p-please excuse me. i- uh, i chose my words wrong.” 

the onlookers decided to stop eavesdropping, realizing it was a simple mistake on your part. that made orion sigh in relief, which didn’t go unnoticed by d-16. but his attention was quickly brought back to you.

“my apologies, i- i would never say such things- not during work hours, i’m sorry- what i meant to say, i need you- as in i need you to help keep up the good work to motivate the other miners to do the same. it helps your ranks as it helps mine if we all put our parts to make a difference. s-so, yea.” you looked around, avoiding eye contact, a small blush remaining on your face. both miners nearly swooned at such a cute expression on your face.

“i just needed to do an early check up according to sentinel, that’s all. thought i’d try and give some pep talk and you can see i have to work on that,,” you giggled before clearing your throat and staring down at the mesmerized bots.

,,,

“goodbye.” and with that being said, you quickly marched back to the main exit with a very, VERY jealous darkwing in tow. 

orion turned his gaze to his best friend, who watched you depart with a dreamy look on his face. the red and blue bot sighed and gently shook his shoulder.

“d?,,,” oh he knew. 

he recognized that stare. the same stare he gave when he saw anything megatronus prime related, that same glimmer in his optics. it was that same spark that orion had when he first saw you.

oh primus.

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tour.♡

in which you're very nervous to meet your favourite influencers but you're next in line to finally see matt first on their tour.

my man.♡☆

in which matt is your boyfriend and he's on tour with his brothers so your only contact with him is through the phone.

enemies to lovers.☆

in which matt is your enemy but you're forced to visit his house but you feel someone staring at you.

yapper.☆♡

in which you talk a lot and your boyfriend matt seems to be getting bored of you especially when you go over to him infront of his friends.

stop.♡☆

in which you and matt are dating but he hates that you drink, you thought you got away with being slightly drunk until he tastes the alcohol on your breath.

overprotective.♡☆

in which matt is your brother and him and his best friend nate became very overprotective over you since you became pregnant young.

whats the issue?☆

in which you and matt are enemies but now you've been left at a party while you're drunk your spamming him.

sorry.☆♡

in which matt is your single dad and he isn't a fan of your current boyfriend because he's aware of his past behaviour.

eastside.☆♡❄

in which matt is your criminal boyfriend but you're the police cheifs daughter and obviously your dad blames matt for your behaviour recently.

ew.☆

in which matt is the popular mean boy who for some reason seems to target you but you're really smart so you get asked to tutor him for him to stay on the lacrosse team.

live.☆♡

in which you and matt are very popular online but your relationship is completely secret but you accidentally reveal the truth on live.

your drug dealer.♡☆❄

in which matt is your drug dealer but recently hes been acting like hes your boyfriend despite you just being a customer.

still in love?♡☆

in which matt broke up with you for no reason and you started dating his enemy to get back at him but hes not done with you completely.

holiday.♡☆

in which you and your dad go to the beach despite your dad not wanting to take you and you end up meeting a cute boy.

love island.♡☆

in which you and matt take part in the tv show game, love island and once you get there matt is the first to catch your eye.

injuries♡☆

in which you are the triplets best friend but you haven't been able to make contact with them since a situation happened at your house but now you're back.

under control.♡☆❄

in which matt is your biggest enemy who constantly gives you mixed signals but you do what you want either way.

like a dog.☆

in which you and matt are on and off because hes obsessed with you no matter who wants him but you dont want your graduation ruined so you finally block him.

pr.♡

in which you and matt are popular influencers and today you're getting ready to film a pr unboxing after finding out you were pregnant.

im gonna kill her.♡☆

in which matt is your best friends brother who treats you like his own sister and when he finds out your drunk despite being nothing like that he rushes to you.

livestream.♡☆

in which you and matt are in a long distance relationship and you go live on instagram late at night.

hush.❄♡☆

in which you are the quiet girl and matt is the drug dealer who keeps it a secret but one day on the way to school you accidentally witness it.

attached.♡☆

in which you recently became popular online and matt has become clingy as every, especially when filming with his brothers.

candy salad♡☆

in which you and your boyfriend, matt decide to do the social media trend 'trauma candy salad'

healthy.♡☆

in which you and matt broke up in a healthy way which you think hurt more but now its the first day back to school and the first day facing him since.

hiding.☆

in which your boyfriend matt refuses to take pictures and when you try to take one he hides his face immediately.

oh wow.♡

in which you're in vegas with a friend not knowing matt also is and you could meet your boyfriend randomly despite being long distance.

why you mad?♡☆✿

in which you're mad at your boyfriend matt for making a joke you didn't particularly like so you give him the silent treatment all day.

mr grump.♡☆

in which matt is your boyfriend and you're complete opposites, your very positive and bright while he's always grumpy and in a mood.

new type of love.♡☆

in which you are left with some trauma after a past relationship but matt refuses to let it effect your relationship and is trying to help as best as he can.

she's the one.♡☆

in which you were warned about the hockey captain as soon as you entered your new school and you finally meet him when going to watch the team practice.

food tech.♡☆

in which you are in a food tech lesson and you're paired with matt, you both get given the task of dissecting a raw chicken.

red flags.♡☆✿

in which you're dating matt who has random mood swings with you and today you're hanging out with him and his brothers.

how do you feel?♡☆

in which matt wanted to wait to have kids but now u just found out ur pregnant young so u walk into his bedroom nervously to try tell him.

toxic? maybe.☆

in which matt is your on and off ex, you're both influencers and most your fandom know how often you break up and randomly get back together.

cute.☆

in which you and matt are the popular couple because of how 'cute' everyone thinks you are but actually your arguing a lot.

on and off.♡☆

in which you and matt are the on and off couple and everyone knows you'll be back together eventually especially with how much matt knows about you.

influence.♡

in which you are a popular influencer and you're finally meeting matt, the other popular content creator you've been talking to.

give my brother some.♡

in which your friend is going on a date with a guy from your school and she needs someone for his brother.

no. never.❄♡☆

in which matt is your dealer and he's been treating you like you're special so you test your luck by asking for harder drugs.

make a deal.☆

in which you're the cheer captain and matt's the lacrosse captain and you bump into him while you go to tell eachothers coach that you need the field this practice.

quiet.♡☆

in which you find the quiet boy quite interesting on your first day so you decide to sit with him. (inspired by the popular fic, quiet.)

quiet 2.♡☆

in which you find some sort of friendship within the quiet kid and you make sure he's okay as you take his belongings back. (longer version)

what are we?♡☆❄

in which you and matt are toxic because of the person he's become and you recently blocked him after you broke up yet again and he made a new number to contact you.

i want her.♡

in which matt is on tour with his brothers to meet his fans and you've caught matts eye while your waiting for your turn.

cheer up.❄♡

in which matt is a drug dealer who has a soft spot for you and you make it your goal to make sure he smiles more.

overthinking.☆

in which you go on your boyfriend, matt's phone only to find he's been texting other girls despite your overthinking and he gets out the shower.

its all fake.☆

in which matt, the popular boy blackmailed you, the quiet girl into fake dating him to prove to his parents he can keep a girl but you're not sure how long he plans for.

therapy.♡☆

in which you go to therapy and today you bring your boyfriend so your therapist thinks its time to discuss a topic you've been avoiding since you started going.

wisdom.♡

in which you go to get your wisdom teeth out and your boyfriend matt is there the whole time to comfort you despite you being emotional for no reason.

ouch.♡☆

in which matt has something against you forever for no reason but now he's climbing through your window injured.

ill never be like you.♡☆

in which you and matt are a couple despite your clear status differences and you're starting to let the comments of matt being 'too good' for you affect you.

long distance.♡

in which you and matt are in a long distance relationship and his parents suprise him with the gift of him finally meeting you.

halloween.☆✿

in which you come to a halloween party after moving schools and you see matt, your ex talking stage there.

go home. ❄♡

in which you share a dorm with matt who you've had a fight with before and when he's packing to go home for christmas break he realises you're not.

strangers.♡☆

in which matt is your deadbeat dad and today is your second attempt at meeting him after he didn't show up last time.

vampire.♡

in which matt is a vampire who hooks up with girls just for their blood but for some reason he can't bring himself to do it to you.

nervous?♡

in which matt is the quiet, smart kid who is now tutoring you to help you pass and when you dont go to school you think the session is off but matt is determined.

labour.☆✿

in which matt is your husband who isn't your biggest fan and definitely did not marry you for love, but for money and he expects too much from you.

it slipped.☆

in which matt is your boyfriend and he's working in his office while you're cleaning the house and you accidentally break one of his mums picture frames.

i saw it.♡☆

in which the triplets are your older brothers but matt seems to be the most observant and he saw how much you've been struggling.

force.

in which you and your boyfriend, matt are on the police force together and you've finally been let on a case as partners.

secret.♡

in which matt is in your friend group and you've become more civil after he defends you against the whole group when they randomly target you.

different mindset.♡☆

in which matt is your neighbour who likes to bother you any chance he gets but he's recently been enjoying being around you and is ready to make his move.

fan?♡

in which you're at your first big la influencer party and you see the currently popular triplets but one of them, matt has always caught your eye.

tired.♡☆

in which matt is your enemy but tonight you have to sleep in his room when staying over and he's not the happiest about it.

awkward.♡☆

in which your mum is a maid for matts family and today she needs some extra help so she's forcing you to help her despite your protests.

miss sunny.♡☆

in which matt is your grumpy, businessman boyfriend who has a soft spot for you because of how bright and happy you are and he's finally off his business trip.

you like me?♡

in which matt is a regular client at your tattoo and piercing shop and today he's booked an appointment for you to do it specifically.

not very welcoming.♡☆

in which matt is the closed off, grumpy guy but now he has no choice but to let someone new into his house.

shit. sorry.♡☆✿

in which matt is the jock dating the quiet girl but he likes trying to show off more then he likes making sure you're comfortable.

don't.♡☆

in which matt is your enemy who you, your friend and his brother decide you're all gonna test him while at dinner.

prank.♡

in which you and matt are a very liked internet couple and today you decide to play a few pranks on him to see how'll he'll react.

what's up?♡☆

in which you've completely changed from constantly yapping to being silent and just trying to get through the day.

podcast.♡

in which you're matts girlfriend and today you're a guest on his and his brothers podcast after becoming quite popular online.

are you done?☆

in which you're in science class and matt with his friends can't help but to take the piss out of the topic of the lesson.

she's up.♡

in which you and matt have a 2 year old and you're trying to get some rest before you take her to the beach you met at.

she's back.♡☆

in which you don't go to school in ages and when you do you're immediately stared at by everyone, especially matt.

q&a♡☆

in which you and matt have a daughter who does youtube and today shes doing 'asking my parents awkward questions'.

prom.♡☆

in which matt is your boyfriend and you've planned to go to prom together but now he hasn't spoke about it but you have to pick out your dress.

without me?♡☆

in which matt is your boyfriend and he's become very clingy to the point he's upset when you want to shower alone.

secrets.♡☆

in which your senior prom is coming up and you want to go with your boyfriend, matt but you still haven't told your overprotective mum about him.

how much aura?❄♡☆

in which matt is your fwb and you're complete opposites but today you're gonna play the tiktok game 'how much aura did i lose when..'

favourites.❄♡☆✿

in which matt is your dealer brother and he's the favourite even though you're a straight A student and he does drugs.

sunshine.♡☆

in which matt is your tall, grumpy boyfriend and you're the short, happy girlfriend and you're trying to get him to crack.

bestfriend.♡☆

in which matt is your bestfriend who has helped you through a lot and people keep telling you he likes you but you don't believe them.

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Doctor, Doctor

Family is More Than Blood Masterlist

Summary: The tide is pulling you in and you are getting to weak to stop it.

Warnings: bad mental health, implied suicidal thoughts, implied past abuse, therapy, Sam is a good guy, non-sexual nudity.

Relationships: Carol x Reader, Yelena x Natasha x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3.6k

The pacing was the only thing keeping you grounded. So you paced: 5 steps in one direction, then five steps in the other. Everything around you turned to white noise. Not that there were many people in the Avenger’s compound. The world seemed to be holding on by a thread as fires spread across the globe. The only people that could put out those fires were the Avengers. The team was spread worldwide, and since you weren’t part of the team, you couldn’t know the specifics. You had half the mind to hack into FRIDAY to get updated everyone. With the stress of not knowing how the team was doing, combined with the sleepless nights due to nightmares, you were on edge.

It seemed your mind and body had enough. You were at your wit’s end. Each night, your mind creates horrific scenarios of those you love. Your hands were covered with so much blood. Your mind was having a hard time separating your nightmare and reality.

Usually, you would ignore it, push through, and hope your mind would figure itself out. That was past you, and you were trying to be better. You wanted to enjoy the life you were living with the people in it, but you weren’t sure if you could do it on your own.

But admitting you needed help was a weakness, and a weakness meant death. Honestly, you were proud of yourself. The person you were now was leaps and bounds from who you were in the Red Room. Still, these habits were hard to break. His voice was still engraved in your head. “Hey,” you jumped at the sudden voice and the hand on your shoulder. You put your hands up, ready to fight. “Sorry,” it was Sam. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You seemed lost in your own head.”

“Yeah,” you put your hands down. “Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping well.” His eyes scanned you over.

“Do you want to get out of the compound?”

“Please,” you said. If you weren’t so desperate for a distraction, you would have hated how weak you sounded. Sam smiled, and you followed him to the garage. The silence was comforting. Sam was special. His presence was calming, like a lifeboat in a raging storm at sea.

As he drove away from the compound past the small nearby town, he turned down a nonpaved road. You raised a questioning eyebrow. “Are you taking me out here to kill me?” The man rolled his eyes.

“Please, like I could kill you,” he teased, sparing you a glance before focusing back on the road. “And if I managed to kill you. Natasha, Yelena, Alexei, Carol, and Melina would be on my ass. Nooo, thank you,” he paused. “I would never know peace.” You rolled your eyes.

Finally, he parked in a small lot. There was only one other car. You followed him out of the car and took a deep breath in. The air was crisp. It felt cleaner somehow. “Ready for a hike?”

“Are you going to be able to keep up?” The man glared at you.

“I don’t know why I try to be nice to you, Black Widows.” You chuckled.

“Come on, Sam,” you smiled. “I’m following your lead.” You followed him to the start of the trail. He filled the silence with stories from his childhood and his family in New Orleans. But most of the walk was spent in silence besides the crunch of the leaves and sticks at your feet. With each step you took, the weight on your shoulder seemed to disappear.

You smiled at the couple who walked past you on their way to the car. Soon enough, you reached the end of the trail and at the top of the mountain. The scenery around you felt otherworldly. The air was crisp and cool. In one direction, you could see the other mountains part of the range surrounded by green trees.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky was a vast and brilliant blue. Birds were flying at your level. There was a beauty at the top that you forgot existed in this world. “So,” you looked at Sam. “Wanna talk about why you were pacing a hole in the ground?” You smiled and sat down on a rock.

“I don’t know, Sam,” you said. Some days, I feel like I have it together, like there isn’t this crushing weight, but recently, I feel like I can barely hold my head above the water. " You picked up a stone and threw it up and down. The tide keeps trying to drag me under, and I’m afraid. " You let the stone drop back to the ground. I might stop fighting so it can take me out to sea.”

There were so many dark thoughts that echoed inside your mind. On certain days, listening to those thoughts seemed easier than fighting them. “And I know,” you continued before Sam could speak. “That I have so many people on my side that support me and count on me, but I am so fucking tired,” you squeezed your eyes shut. “I just want it all to stop.” You admitted. “I mean, the world will keep spinning, right? Even if I’m no longer in it.”

You heard the man let out a low hiss. You weren’t suicidal, but it seemed easier. “Ours would stop,” Sam finally said. “Our world would stop spinning.” You reopened your eyes to see Sam walking towards the edge. “Have you ever been sky diving?” He looked over his shoulder as you shook your head. “I should take you,” he looked back at the view. “It is the most freeing and adrenaline-pumping thing a person could do. I love it.”

You stood up slowly and walked to stand next to the man. “I’ve been on a roller coaster, does that count?” He slapped you playfully. “Why did you ask me that?”

“In sky diving or even for us Fly Boys on the team, you have to have complete trust in the people that you don’t necessarily see,” you frowned, a little confused. You have to trust the pilot, trust the instructor leading the pilot, and trust the people who packed your gear that they did it correctly. Blind trust is terrifying,” he said and touched your shoulder.

Trust. So much of your trust has been broken. “Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Yes,” you answered. The man smiled.

“Then trust me when I say this,” he took a few deep breaths. “I think you need to see a therapist, and I can find you a good one.”

“No,” you pushed his hand off your shoulder and headed back down the trail.

“Wait, ugh, hold on,” you heard him quicken his pace to catch up to you. “Look, I can’t imagine what that sick bastard put you and your sisters through, but I’ve lost someone because they couldn’t fight the tide. I will not stand by and watch it happen to you,” His confession stopped you and turned around to face him. “An old service buddy of mine,” he answered the question before you asked. “The weight of what happened over there got too much, and he let himself drown.” He took a few steps closer to you. “My mama said every soul that touches us leaves a mark - some as gentle whispers or bold strokes - but their imprints remain even when they’re gone. You’ve shaped our lives by being in it, and there is no going back.” You felt your chest tighten. Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips and looked at the ground.

“I trust you to find me a good one, Samuel,” the man laughed and put his arm around your shoulder.

“If I find you a good one, can I push you out of a plane?”

*

It was to disguise your trip to the city to check on a few Widows who had recently been exposed to the red dust. You felt bad about telling a white lie, so you visited a few of them; one was going to school, and another was starting a business. It made you happy that they were getting out of this life.

Now, you were sitting in Dr. Sabrina Hale’s lobby. Your leg was shaking, and you were gripping your jeans. You felt like you were going to be sick. Anxiety swirled in your stomach. Like Sam, you needed to believe in the blind trust of this stranger. “Hi,” you looked at the doctor. The woman was pite - her black hair was cut shoulder length, and her blue eyes seemed to have a caring presence. “My name is Sabrina. It is nice to meet a friend of Sam’s.” You introduced yourself and shook her hand. “Please come in.” You followed her into the office.

Her office was much bigger than you expected. It had a large window overlooking the city, and her wooden desk was in front of it. Next to it was a couch with a chair. In the corner, there was a small table with chairs covered with coloring pages and art supplies. The most striking detail about her office was how decorated it was. There were plants in every corner and pictures on the wall documenting her travels and her family.

“Sit where you are comfortable,” you sat on the couch. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” she grabbed a travel mug from her desk and sat in the chair beside you.

“I will start off this session by saying that everything you say here is protected by doctor-patient confidentiality,” she said, crossing her left leg over her right.

“And if I don’t say anything?” Sabrina shrugged.

“Then we stare at each other for an hour in silence. Regardless, I still get paid,” you let out a dry laugh and stared out her window. “Sam told me you work with the Avengers, so I can guess whatever is haunting you isn’t pretty,” you scuffed, folded your hands, and rested your forearms on your thighs. “I tell my patients that you get out of therapy based on what you put into it. You need to want to be here. You want to get better.” Sighing, you stared at her.

She had a small smile on her face. Her eyes were so kind; they seemed to stare into your soul. “Do have any siblings? I have an older brother and a younger sister.” She was the middle child, and that made sense. Middle children were known to struggle with a sense of identity. Every piece of decoration showed you a piece of who Sabrina is. They also were known to rebel - her nose ring and sleeve of tattoos gave her away. But you snapped out of that. Sabrina was here to help you. She was not your target.

“Yeah, I have two younger sisters,” you smiled. “We aren’t related by blood.”

“Family is family,” she said. “Blood doesn’t matter.” You nodded and felt better that she had the same viewpoint as you. “Who annoys you the most?”

“Excuse me?” You were shocked by the question. Sabrina laughed.

“Come on. You are the older sister; your younger siblings must annoy you.” You chuckled and leaned back on the couch. She was right. It got on your nerves when Natasha left her pointee shoes lying around. Yelena had the annoying habit of putting her dirty laundry with yours so you would do it. You smiled again.

“They both do things that get on my nerves, but I love them.”

“I love mine too,” she said. “We got these tattoos together.” She turned her arm over to show you the artwork forever marked on her skin. It was like the work of three birds on a branch.

“Did it hurt?” You questioned. “The sleeve, I mean.” She watched as you looked over your sleeve.

“The first one did,” she answered. “After so many, you get numb to the pain.” Her blue eyes were watching you closely. Missing how your body tensed at the comment was not hard for her. “Are you numb to it all? After everything you’ve been through.”

You were unsure how to answer because you weren’t numb. You felt everything. Every hand that hurt you. Every bullet and knife slash that pierced your skin. That was why you wanted it all to stop. You shook your head. “I feel it all,” you whispered. “I wish I was numb to it all.”

“It’s good that you are feeling,” she told you. It means you can still be pulled back. You can be saved. The question is,” You watched her stand up and walk over to the mini-fridge. She grabbed out a small water bottle and walked back to you. “Do you want to be saved?” she asked while handing you the bottle.

She was extending an olive branch, waiting for you to take the first step—blind trust. Like sky diving, you needed to trust that everyone did their job to ensure you would survive. You wanted to be saved because there was so much life you wanted to see. You took the water bottle. Sabrina smiled and sat back down. “Good, the ball is in your court,” she said. “Lead me in whatever direction you want.”

*

“I’m going for a run,” you said while you entered the common area. Yelena watched you grab water from the fridge. “I’ll be back.”

“Do you want a running partner?” Natasha asked, but you quickly shook your head.

“It will be quick,” you smiled. “Figure out what you guys want to do for dinner.” You called out before putting on your headphones and left out the side door. Yelena frowned as you left. Twice a week, you leave the compound and go on a run. You went alone every time, no matter who asked you to join. Natasha walked over to the window, and Yelena got up from the couch to join her.

“She’s hiding something,” Natasha said. Yelena nodded in agreement.

“Do you think she’s cheating on Carol?”

“God no,” Natasha shot that idea down. “I just wish she trusted enough not to have to hide.” There was no way to hide the hurt in Natasha’s voice.

“She’ll come around,” Yelena smiled. “She always does.”

*

“Still hiding away, I see,” you rolled your eyes. You were video chatting with Sabrina for your weekly season. Your back rested on the tree trunk while you sat on the forest floor. There was a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from your run. “Why don’t you trust them with this?”

“I do trust them,” you defended. “I just-” you trailed off. It was one of the annoying things about Sabrina. She was patient - too patient for your fucked up mind. “I don’t want to seem weak.”

“Admitting you need someone to help you through your mind does not make you weak,” she told you. “I think it makes a person very strong.” You sighed and looked past your phone to the wilderness around you. “Trust is a thread that holds relationships together,” you looked back at Sabrina. The doctor was drawing in her sketchbook. It was something she always did during your sessions. You never asked what she was drawing, and she never showed it to you. She put the sketchbook down when she saw that you were looking at her. “When it frays, even those who care the most are left powerless to help. Doubting those who care for you builds walls, not of protection, and in the end, loneliness becomes your only certainty.”

“What are you getting at Hall?” You asked. The doctor was spinning a pencil in her hand.

“You are at a standstill,” she said. “You will not continue to heal unless you trust them with this side of you. But also trust yourself.”

“I do trust myself,” she looked at you like she did not believe you. The only way to survive in this world was to trust yourself.

“To an extent, yes, you had to trust yourself because who else would you trust? But I want you to trust yourself to be vulnerable and to feel weakness. You do not have to be the strong one all the time.”

*

Natasha’s door was open when you knocked on it. Yelena was on her bed while they were sharpening some of their knives. “Are you going to throw one of those at me?”

“Do you deserve to have a knife thrown at you?” Natasha questioned. You shrugged.

“Depends on who you ask,” you smiled and walked into her room. You found some space on her bed and sat down. Yelena handed you a knife and a sharpening tool.

The repetitive action of sharpening a blade was calming. It was nice to spend time with them. “Do you have something on your mind, sestra?” Yelena asked. You smiled and looked over the knife. Flipping it over, you stared at your reflection.

“Sam helped me find a therapist,” you decided to rip off the band-aid. “I’ve been seeing her for a few weeks now.”

“That’s great,” Yelena said. “I’m so proud of you.” You looked down, embarrassed by the praise.

“Why did you wait this long to tell us?” Natasha asked. You sighed and, when you were done, handed the knife to Yelena.

“Million-dollar question, right?” Natasha chuckled. “I guess I didn’t want to seem weak to you guys. Hell, not even Carol knows.” You picked up another knife to begin the process again. “I trust the two of you with my life,” you began. “But I’ve learned that I don’t trust myself to be vulnerable or weak. If I’m not the strong one, then what is my role? What is my purpose.” Natasha took your hand to stop you from sharpening the knife.

“You just have to be our sister,” she said. “That’s all we want.” You smiled.

“Sometimes I wish life was kinder to us,” you admitted. “We were far too young to be subjected to the darkness.”

“We got each other out of it,” Yelena smiled.

“The best thing to come out of the Red Room,” you joked.

*

You stayed awake until Carol returned from space. “Jesus,” she jumped when she opened the door to her room. “You scared the shit out of me.” You giggled and stood up from her bed.

“Sorry,” you smiled and closed the distance. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, consider me surprised,” she said, wrapping one arm around your waist while closing the door with the other. She pulled you flushed to her chest. “Hi baby,” you felt the words rumble from her chest. I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you kissed her cheek. “How was space?”

“Good,” she sighed. “Tiring, but I kicked ass and looked good while doing it.” You shook your head with a laugh.

“You always look good,” she covered her mouth as she yawned. “Come on, my captain, let’s get you to bed.” Carol shook her head.

“Shower with me first, then bed,” she kissed you softly. “I promise to behave.”

That was hard to believe, but you followed her to the bathroom. This type of intimacy and trust was new to you. Showering with someone was never slow and sweet. It was usually against your will, dirty, and fast. Carol taught you differently.

You helped Carol out of her tactical suit and kissed the new bruises that decorated her skin. While the water was warming up, she helped you out of your sleeping clothes. You stood in front of her—naked like the day you were born. It took time for you to be like this with her. The dark thoughts that invaded your mind and the scars that covered your skin made you believe you were undeserving of this soft trust.

You helped Carol out of her tactical suit and kissed the new bruises that decorated her skin. While the water was warming up, she helped you out of your sleeping clothes. You stood in front of her - naked like the day you were born. It took time for you to be like this with her. The dark thoughts that invaded your mind and the scars that covered your skin made you believe you were undeserving of this soft trust.

“Krasivyy (beautiful),” Carol mumbled. The words she knew in Russian were few, but she knew the ones that made you smile.

“No funny business,” you warned, pulling the Avenger into the water. She insisted on washing your hair first. The way her fingers massaged into your scalp made your body feel boneless. Once your hair and body were clean, you returned to the favor.

Carol hummed. “You have magic fingers, baby girl.” You chuckled and kissed her shoulder.

Once the soap washed off Carol’s body, you turned off the water and dried yourself off. You took some of Carol’s clothes to change into and climbed into bed. Instantly, Carol pulled you into her arms. Like with your sisters, you decided to rip the band-aid off. “I’m seeing a therapist,” you said. Sam found me one based in the city.” She put her finger underneath your chin and forced you to look at her.

“Do you like her?” You nodded. You liked Sabrina. She was annoying and got underneath your skin, but she forced you to face the hard parts of your psyche. “Proud of you, baby,” she kissed your forehead and hugged you tighter. Her fingers ran through your hair, bringing you closer and closer to sleep.

Carol was proud of you, as were Natasha and Yelena. It felt good to hear. “I love you,” you mumbled against Carol’s chest. The tide was all-consuming. You felt breathless and weak, but you were working on fighting the waves. You were proud of yourself, too.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 47 – CANON DIVERGENCE

SERIES: Guys and Bots by Annie D (scaramouche)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 33,357 Tags: First Kiss, Flirting, Banter

Reasons why I love it: At this point it's no secret that I love everything Annie D has ever written, and this series is no exception. It's funny, emotional, fluffy and angsty in turns, and it's a rollercoaster ride that I will always come back for more of. If you like fantastic characterization, great humor and a wonderful ending, then you're going to love this one just as much as I do!

This series consists of:

Stick With Me, baby, I'm the Fella You Came in With

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 10,660 Tags: First Time, Light-Hearted, Humor

Summary: During the final battle with Ultron, Tony kisses Steve for the first time. Afterward, he makes it clear to Steve that he was just running on adrenaline and not thinking clearly. Steve seems to accept it, but the kiss nudges open a door of possibilities, and the situation escalates.

Reasons why I love it: They're both such dorks, I love them! That game of chicken they're playing is so much fun to see, and the emotional moments hit all the harder for how light-hearted and fluffy the rest of the fic is. This fic makes me so happy, and it's the perfect start to a fantastic series!

You Gamble on Everything, All Except Me

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 17,763 Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Post-AoU

Summary: Tony learns what it’s like to date Steve.

Reasons why I love it: The dialogue in this just kills me with how good it is. Annie D's writing always does that to me, but there's something about this one in particular that just stuck with me. In related news, the smut is scorchingly hot, and the Accords angst at the end is one of the best ways I've seen that entire mess dealth with. I adore it, and I bet you will too!

If I were a Bell

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,217 Tags: Bittersweet, Long-Distance Relationship, Bearded Steve

Summary: Officially, Tony hasn't seen Steve since the Sokovia Accords were ratified. Unofficially, Steve is a sneaky bastard who keeps taking risks to see Tony whenever he wants.

Reasons why I love it: It's rare that the aftermath of the Civil War is handled with such understanding and care on both sides, and I love that Annie D gave us a version that doesn't hurt but instead inspires hope. Plus, Tony's fixation on Steve's beard is hilarious, and the smut is hot as hell, as usual. I love this one so much!

Timestamp: Guys and Bots

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 717 Tags: Infinity War, Magic, Avengers Team

Summary: Heading into the events of Avengers: Infinity War.

Reasons why I love it: This timestamp feels like a perfect little bow on top of a Christmas present. Honestly, I could read a billion more words in this universe, but this is such a perfect ending that I can't imagine anything topping it. If you haven't read this series yet, I really hope you give it a try, because it's absolutely fantastic!

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 4

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

Warnings for series: Angst, violence towards reader, reader attacked by men, a pup gets hurt (but don't worry he's ok) Blood, fluff, flirting, a bit of light smut. Death and killing on missions, Father of reader's death mentioned.

Authors note: Price is mean in this one so apologies in advance. Also soft Konig is my favorite.

MASTERLIST

Y/N woke up the next morning, her head pounding. She barely slept because she kept wanting to go to Price’s room and just explain herself. She wanted to tell him everything. Including how she felt about him. But then she thought about what Simon said and he was right. They couldn’t be sure no one was listening to them. 

After showering and packing up her things Y/N headed downstairs and dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed Simon’s pack and made her way to the kitchen, slightly limping. When she saw he was the only one up she was relieved. 

“You got any more painkillers in here?” She asked dropping his bag at his side.  

“Your leg hurtin ya?” He asked, rummaging in his bag. 

“Leg, head, heart.” She replied while she made herself a coffee. 

“Well this will help your head and your leg, and as much as I’d like to help your heart I can’t. Yet.”

“It’s ok.” Y/N said, swallowing the pills down. 

She stretched her leg out in front of her and hissed. 

“We should rebandage that, while no one else is around.” he said and grabbed his kit out of his bag. 

“Right here?” Y/N asked, glancing around. 

“No one else is up, it’s just you an me. What are ya worried about anyways? Someone seeing your arse.’”  

Y/N glared at him and stood up, undoing her pants. She had them about half way down when Soap walked into the kitchen. 

“Whoa. Sorra.” He said turning around instantly. 

“Oh for fuck sakes get in here you idiot.” Y/N said and then sat down on the chair in front of Simon. 

Soap walked by them and he glanced over as Simon took off the bandage around the wound. 

“Jesus lass, ye git tha’ last night?” 

“Yeah, that patrol. It’s nothing.” 

Simon was inspecting the wound. He frowned and then pressed the edge of it. 

“What the fuck Si.” Y/N said, gripping her leg above the wound. 

“It’s lookin a little red around the edges. I’m going to give you a shot of penicillin.” 

“Ye git a whole drugstore in there ol man?” Soap grinned

“Been caught out one too many times. Now I’m always prepared.” Simon grunted as he filled the syringe. 

He was just plunging the needle into Y/N’s thigh when Price and Gaz walked in. 

“What the hell happened.” Price asked

He was looking at her with concern and for a moment she thought he might actually still care about her. 

“Happened last night, just a scratch. She’ll be fine.” Simon answered 

Y/N was watching him closely and his face went from concern to anger. 

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you didn’t tell me Sergeant.” 

Y/N felt her heart break. She looked at Simon who gave her leg a small squeeze of encouragement. She straightened her back and looked at Price.

“Apologies Captain, I won't let it happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” 

“Cap,” Soap started but Price turned and left the room. 

“Y/N, he’ll come around, just give ‘em time.” Gaz said and Soap gave her an encouraging smile.

“Just hurry up will you. We have a plane to catch.” 

The flight to Germany was quiet. Soaps contact had gotten them a private jet which shocked the team. Gaz kept taking selfies of himself drinking champagne and talking about how one day he’d have a plane like this. Everyone could tell she wanted to be left alone so Y/N sat in the back staring out the window.

It was a short flight, and when they landed there was a blacked out SUV waiting for them. A woman got out and told Simon that Konig was waiting for them at the safe house and gave them the keys. The drive took about an hour and the air was tense. Eventually they arrived at a house in seemingly the middle of nowhere, forest surrounding them. 

Konig was waiting at the front door to greet the team. He was so big he took up the whole door frame and was wearing his signature black mask that covered his entire face except his eyes. As they exited the car Konig spread his arms out and motioned around them. 

“Zis is good, nein?” 

Y/N chuckled as her and Simon made their way over to him. 

“You never disappoint.” She said to him and he winked at her. 

“If only you knew liebling (darling).” 

When she reached him he pulled into a massive bone breaking hug, lifting her off her feet and then placing her back down. 

“Ven are you going to leave zis tiny man for me?” 

“Don’t push it Konig.” Simon grunted beside them. 

“Nein, nein I joke.” He said but then looked over at Y/N and shook his head and whispered. “I don’t joke.” 

“Konig as much as I adore you, I have a team that I’m not willing to leave, Ghost included.” 

“Ja but I can offer you freedom to kill vo you vant. Tempting nein?” 

Y/N laughed and shook her head. 

“Alright you maniac, let’s get you introduced to the team.” 

They walked over to where Soap, Gaz and Price were standing. Y/N motioned at Simon to make the introductions. They all shook his hand and though the team seemed a bit taken back by Konig they were all polite and respectful. When they were done with the introductions Konig clapped his hands together. 

“Ok time to drink.” He started heading for the house. 

Simon followed and Y/N stood back. Gaz walked up to her with concern on his face. 

“Do we really have to start drinking? It’s like two in the afternoon!” 

Y/N patted him on the back and smiled. 

“Just pace yourself.” He started to walk towards the house but Y/N grabbed his arm “Don’t drink any Jagger until after dinner.” He nodded and turned again but she grabbed his arm “Or Asbach. Or really anything you can’t pronounce.” 

“Y/N…” Gaz said, looking at her and shaking his head. 

“You’ll be fine.” She said her voice was a bit higher than usual.

“Oh god.” He mumbled as he made his way towards the house. 

Soap had been watching the interaction with amusement but then looked over at Y/N and Price realizing it was just the three of them left. He felt the tension and called out to Gaz to wait up. 

They stood there for a minute and then Y/N turned to speak to him but he just walked past her without saying a word. She rubbed her hands over her face and held back her tears, then took a deep breath to gather herself before making her way into the house. 

Several hours later and the team was well past drunk with the exception of Y/N. She had been nursing her one and only beer for hours and everyone else was too drunk to notice. So slowly picked at the label as she was lost in her thoughts, no longer listening to the conversations around her. 

Gaz and Ghost were signing Come on Eileen and butchering the lyrics while Konig and Soap were attempting to speak to each other but their respective accents were so thick they were going nowhere. 

And then there was Price, the one member of the team that always remains mostly sober was now way past tipsy. He had his arms crossed and was leaning back in his chair, eyes on Y/N. She felt it and looked up to see him glaring at her and that pushed her over the edge. 

“I’m going to bed” she mumbled and got up from the table despite the many protests for her to stay. 

She had made it down the hall to her room and was about to close the door when a hand reached over and pushed it open. Y/N, knowing who it was, just turned and walked over to her bag, allowing Price into her room.

“Listen John, you’re drunk and angry. This isn’t the time to do this.” 

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He said angrily and Y/N rubbed her temples 

“Fine Captain, Price, Sir.. whatever you want me to call you. It’s not a good time.” 

“I think it’s the perfect time. You said I’m angry, damn right I am. You lied to me, kept things for me and played games with me. Thank god it was only about sex or I would be even madder than I am now.”

“Just about sex?” Y/N asked her back still to Price. 

“Yeah, no feelings right? That’s how you do things? At least that’s what you told Gaz. I assume now it’s because of Ghost.” 

“You don’t know the situation John. I’m not what you think I am.” 

“I told you not to call me that. And you’re exactly what I think you are.”

“And what’s that? A whore? A homewrecker?” She was starting to get mad

“If the shoe fits.” He huffed, glaring at her with hate in his eyes. “Brings up a good question actually, does he know? I mean I know he doesn’t mind you flirting you do it all the time, even with the crazy German down there. But thinking back, the times you got real dirty it was just you and me. So does he know? Or is this like a deal you two have? I mean personally I think it’s fucked up but seeing you now for what you really are I can see you’re morals are non existent and you have absolutely no loyalty to anyone.” 

“Get out.” Y/N said a single tear running down her face. “Just get the fuck out.” 

John turned towards the door and then stopped. 

“I want you off the team. Now that I know the only reason you’re here is because Ghost pulled some strings to get you on the team I have no use for you. I should’ve known. I hand picked every member of this team but then Kate hands me a file that had next to no info and insisted you be on the team. So what was it? Did he refuse to join unless we brought you on? Doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t want you anymore and if I lose him in the process so be it. I only want soldiers that deserve to be here, that get in on merit and not their ability to ride a cock. As soon as Bako is dealt with you’re gone.” 

With that he walked out, slamming the door behind him. 

Y/N’s legs gave out from under her and she collapsed as a scream formed in her chest. She lost it. Letting herself completely meltdown. She sat like that for a few moments before big strong hands picked her up and she buried her face into Konig’s chest.

“I’ve got vu liebling. Let it vout.” He cooed as he cradled her in his arms. 

Her body shook as she sobbed for a long time. Konig said nothing, just holding her and rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

When her sobs subsided, he picked her up and moved her to the bed. She laid down and curled herself into the fetal position. 

“Do you vant me to leave?” Konig asked softly and she shook her head no. He climbed into the bed next to her and spooned her. 

“Do you vant to talk about it?” 

Y/N shook her head no again so they laid there for about an hour as tears streamed down her face silently. A million thoughts ran through her mind and John's words cut through her over and over. Eventually she turned over so she was face to face with him. 

“You serious about wanting me to join Kortac?” 

“You know I voud take you in ein heartbeat. Are you zure that you’d vant to join us though? It’s pretty different from vhat you’re doing now. Sometimes ve’re not zee good guys.” 

“I know.” Y/N acknowledged

“And vat about Ghost? You vould just leave him? You two have been together for years.” 

“Maybe it’s time we work apart.” 

“Listen, I heard vat your Captain zaid to you at zee end. That vasn’t fair. You're ein impressive soldier and if vu go on the market, Kortac von’t be zee only ones vanting you. Your reputation alone is formidable.” 

“Yeah well you’d be high on my list.” 

“Danke. Vu should know though, Keegan joined us not too long ago. Vould zat be an issue?” 

“Nah, we fought each other, he shot me, I shot him, we worked out our issues and we’re good now . Plus that was a long time ago.” 

Konig nodded and then yawned. 

“I can’t believe you’re still awake, you drank more than the rest of the team.” 

“Light Veights.” He said Y/N smiled. 

“Alright you go to bed, I have some things to think about.” 

“Vu sure vu don’t vant me to spend zee night?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Yeah that would be perfect! And then in the morning John will see you walk out of the room and he’ll call me a whore again.” Y/N said sarcastically. 

“I vould crush his tiny head. Almost did earlier, came to vu instead.” He said sleepily 

“Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed his forehead through his mask. “Now go, before you fall asleep.” 

“Ok but vu come to me if vu need ja?” 

“Ja” Y/N replied as he got up and left the room. 

 After he left the room Y/N reached for her phone. She put in the number, her finger then hovered over the call button. If she did this, it was real. She was admitting defeat. 

“You’re already defeated.” She thought to herself and hit the button. 

It didn’t ring for long before the call connected. 

[patolemus]

Wip Thursday

Got tagged by @gege-wondering-around and @dontcallpanic so here you have another snippet for my demon!stiles au!

“So. I know what this thing is,” because there comes a point where your only option is ripping off the bandaid, and also, Stiles has exhausted all his other resources. “The good news is I know how to get rid of it.”

“And the bad news?” Derek already sounds like he doesn’t want to know the answer. Stiles would feel guilty, he really would. Only, Derek brought this on himself, really, letting Stiles into the pack all those years ago. He should just accept that Stiles will do his thing and rest easy.

“Uuuh… I’m going to have to talk to my Father and that always sucks,” and he’d been doing so well, too, dodging his messengers and little notice-me calls. The fire had been a little too on point, though.

“The Sheriff? What for?” Scott tilts his head in that way that makes him look exactly like a puppy. Stiles has a sudden urge to squeeze him until he bursts.

Heh, good old cute rage.

“Oh, no, not my dad. My Father. Completely different people,” Stiles is met with blank expressions. Huh. Right, the puppies don’t know who his Father is. Eh. Not his problem. Derek can explain it to them on his own time. “Anyways, it’ll be a pain in the ass because I’ve been trying to avoid his calls for a while now and he’ll be so clingy and smug, but I’ll take one for the team,” he says, ever so graciously. Ugh, Belial is going to be unbearable, too. Stiles is so not looking forward to that conversation.

More blank stares. Stiles smiles, nods once and turns around. He’ll have to go kill an animal or something for his sacrifice, since his Father still refuses to get signal on Hell. So messy. Stiles hopes his Father understands he won’t be returning until he gets stable wi-fi connection because he is not giving up Google.

“What? Stiles that explains nothing!” Lydia says, exasperated. Stiles doesn’t know what she’s talking about, he made perfect sense of himself! “You haven’t even told us what this thing is!”

Oh. Okay, maybe that one’s on him.

Please don't take this seriously. I beg of you. Also I know this makes absolutely no sense at all but it will be. Eventually. Maybe. Hopefully. Tagging @oldefashioned @salty-fryingpan @novasillies @hedwig221b and of course @dontcallpanic and @gege-wondering-around again, thank you so much for the tag!

[aparttimewriter]

THE SONGBIRD: part five

chrismd x musician reader !

summary: chris is trying to move on from his breakup, little did he know he would find a connection with one of his roommates friends

social media au ✨

yourusername

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tagged: nights out in london x

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taliamar: uhhh who is that man i spy in the third photo??

—yourusername: don’t worry about it

taliamar: ANSWER YOUR PHONE !!

user: is that chrismd in the third photo!!!

gkbarry_: looking fit as always babes

—yourusername: 💋 💋

user: why do these photos scream date !

chrismd10: those cocktails look nice

—yourusername : they were pretty good

user: what’s happening right now !!

user: chrismd took y/n on a date !!

chirsmd10 had added to their story

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yourusername; in my football era

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arsenal: good choice of football team

user: why do i feel like the mystery guy is chrismd!

—user: feel like the arsenal game is a give away

mollymae: red is definitely your colour ❤️

—yourusername: 💋❤️

user: the arsenal shirt…mount’s going to be devastated

user: patiently waiting for chris and y/n to announce their relationship…

arthurnfhill: wow thanks for the invite, so much for being your best friend

—yourusername: it was a last minute thing i promise 🥺

user: chris is the type of guy to take a girl on a date to an arsenal game

chrismd10: name three arsenal players??

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user: y/n and chris are killing me !!

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user: those photos of y/n are so couple coded

user: need to know what’s chris game is !

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user: why do i love them together so much !

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[senseandaccountability]

“It takes the wrong sort to put the world right.”

A huge problem for me with the tone of the narrative is that outside a very carefully curated playthrough experience with preconceived ideas of and love for Solas, Veilguard is probably the least compassionate game I’ve played in forever, while spouting out lines about how everyone can find a new path in life because our nature isn’t written in stone, our fates are our own, as well as plenty of HR department lines about working together as a team.

“It takes the wrong sort to put the world right.” The game says that, but it definitely doesn’t mean it. At least I don’t feel it. You are so very rarely challenged in your idea of who this wrong sort is and what they could bring to the table. Davrin speaks of the Wardens recruiting at the Gallows but you meet only adorable, righteous and charming ones. The Crows aren’t the wrong sort anymore, they’re just adorably Antivan upper class. And so on and so forth. Rook certainly isn’t the wrong sort either, they’re mentally around 19 years old and stumbling their way through the world like some romance novel protag. In one of the most thematically shallow plots, Rook gets thrown into a prison of regret fit to hold a god but unlike Solas, Rook doesn’t do regrets or guilt because Rook isn’t that complex. Rook hasn’t been allowed to feel any guilt for three acts, just how are they meant to be stuck in a regret prison?  

Compare with Origins where you yourself could be just that wrong sort that would put the world right. ALL of my Origins PCs would get stuck in Solas’s prison due to the weight of their own fuckups. If not during the game events where you could make shitty moves en masse, then because of their origin stories. Brosca and Tabris would get out of there through sheer fury alone - fuck you, I am a wreck because YOU MADE ME ONE, WORLD OF THEDAS - but the nobles would stew. Amell would loop in some guilt trip regarding blood magic and Jowan and whatnot.

Compare with Origins where Loghain is a piece of shit for most of the narrative. He actively wants to kill you and your Order, it’s nothing personal (okay, a little personal) but he just needs you gone. If you want to, you can hack and slash your way through some release there and just have him executed. BUT the game also challenges you on that idea. It presents a very pragmatic alternative that comes with a very plausible downside (you lose Alistair). It presents not excuses but explanations - do with them what you will. Loghain has people in his corner through the entire trilogy, arguing his case. Cauthrien FALLS TO HER KNEES before you, pleading to spare his life. Threnn in DAI will stan him for the rest of her life. Anora tells you stories about the man behind the name.  And Arl Eamon’s world view and idea of Loghain is shown to be more than a little self-serving when faced with the politics of the Landsmeet. Things around Loghain blur. In the Ostagar DLC they allow things to blur even further when Loghain’s pragmatism is countered by Wynne’s player character-moralism (ie “someone died, it’s always wrong if someone died even if that death prevented 9000000 deaths you KILLED someone!!!!!111”). Origins tells me - or hints at - why Loghain became the wrong sort, shows me ways in which he is also the right sort and leaves me wondering about him. Because the game is gritty and dark and weird but also yes, compassionate. If you execute him, Anora will mourn him because she loves him regardless. If you have him join the Wardens she will sit with him while he recovers because he is undeniably an asshole but he’s also her father who braided her hair and showed her the world. A good narrative never, ever forgets that.  Veilguard feels so different here, maybe it's just me. I'm pretty sure I'm almost done being salty now, I just... feel a lot about narratives.

[mersei47]

I've been thinking about this self indulgent hank x player story for a while now and I really wanna share it because I love player and like the thought of them and hank met each others. This is gonna be long (and possibly broken grammars) but I will do my best at explaining it. the story is below

in one loop player started their own personal investigation to find out who this hank is out of curiousity. When both of them finally met, hank found player to be interesting and curious as to why player is so good at fighting (player didn't tell hank about the loop yet because they think nobody would believe them). Hank then decided to join player's team as a temporary hireling but he told them he didn't want any payment, he only joined them because he bored and wanted some entertainment.

as time go on hank and player started to get close. Hank realized that player is unlike the others and was fun to be around with. When it was time for player to enmesh the mandatus hank just went "you going to kill god? like an actual god? that's my shit count me in too". Player tried to tell hank that he can't go there because they have no idea what will happen to him if he did and this scenario had never happen before but hank was stubborn as fuck so player just let him.

when player and hank met gambler, gambler was confused at hank's presense and said how this event was not supposed to happen (hank found gambler annoying and commented on how he liked to use ambigious and fancy words to make himself looks mystery). Gambler tried to prevent hank from going any further but player told him that it was fine just let him do whatever he wanted because honestly they secretly wondering too what will happen.

After both of them finished taking down the machine, they got warped back to nevada and standing at the edge of the nowhere. player told hank that this is gonna be the last time hank see them but they are happy that in this loop they didn't face the machine alone and glad to see other side of hank that's not only violent part. Hank didn't think too hard about what player said but he really let himself get attached to them and suddenly feel....disappointed? regret? he didn't say it out loud and didn't know what to say so he just watched player walked into the nowhere until he couldn't see them anymore.

After player went vanished everyone at annex building went into chaos for a few days but soon managed back to normal by 2bdamned. Hank already knew that doc must knew about the whole mandatus thing with player so he went up to doc and asked him if player will ever coming back and doc said no. Hank didn't bother asking more from doc because he knew that doc already made up his mind about this but he couldn't help being frustrated himself. He also regret not really say anything to player back then. (he realized his feeling too late)

but after all those events, the machine will view hank as a bug/defective to the system because player is supposed to be the only one witness it but now hank witness it too.

this graph I draw is how I view arena mode event combined with my story. player stuck between points in time. And hank you can view him as like a virus or something like that because since he meant to be contained just like player but he's not and now continue to exist until present time. making him a dangerous being to the system (nevada)

think of it like, hank knows too much behind the curtains and he could use that to his advantage to destroy the machine anytime he wants

that's all I have for now. you can tell I really struggle with the last part of how should I explain it but im glad I get it all out. I hope you guys get the overall context of my rambling

[spiderb00]

Game Strategy - Manon Bannerman

Manon Bannerman X reader 

Synopsis: Your girlfriend sabotages you on the laser tag. 

Genre: Fluff  

a/n: I love Manon, I had this draft saved for so long, but I got sick and only managed to finish it today, so, here it is. <3 

The bright lights were contagious, we were all agitated and impatient waiting for our turn to enter the room. The teams were separated, and we were all talking and teasing each other. Unfortunately, my girlfriend, Manon, and I were on different teams. Manon led a team with Daniela, Lara, and three other friends of ours, while I led a team with Sophia, Yoonchae, Megan, and two other friends.   

I loved Manon, but all she knew how to do since we decided on the teams was tease me. She wouldn't stop talking for a second, and honestly, I'm too passionate to just not pay attention to every word of teasing that comes out of her mouth. 

"Baby, you know I'm not going to go easy on you, don't you?" Manon said, approaching and pretending to fix my vest.  

"I don't need you to take it easy beautiful, I'm going to win anyway." I said as I pulled her by the waist.   

"Ew, get a room." Daniela says, interrupting our moment and getting laughs from everyone.  

Manon looks at me with a smile, I'll never understand what I did to deserve this woman.  

"How about a bet?" The girl with pigtails says as she puts her arms around my neck.   

"A bet, uh?" I ask as I rest my hands on his waist.   

"Uhm... If you win, you can choose how we end the night..." She says with a smile on her face. "But if I win, you'll have to do everything I want."  

"Anything?" I ask, wondering if it's worth accepting or not.   

"Whatever goes through my mind." Manon says, now as she runs her fingers through my hair and tilts her head waiting for my answer. 

"It's okay, I'll deal with it. You're going to lose anyway." I say, hearing her giggle and walk away as the Laser tag employee says it's our turn to enter.  

When everyone is in their positions, the vests glow indicating that they are working and we all start to move, the adrenaline makes it seem like it's all or nothing, at least for me, in the face of the bet I accepted. 

I still couldn't get hit, but I had already shot Lara and one of the guys on Manon's team. As I passed by I saw someone behind a wall shooting Megan, as soon as the person came out of hiding I could see that it was my beautiful girlfriend. I ran for cover, I could hear Manon's footsteps following me and when I saw it, I was totally cornered.  

It turns out that apparently I had run to a place of no exit, Manon who was now in front of me gave a victorious smile as she slowly approached.   

"I told you you would lose baby." The girl says as she points the gun at me, making me mirror the movement.  

"I can shoot you first, and then you'll lose." My hand was seriously shaking now.   

"You wouldn't do that to me baby, you love me too much for that." Manon says as she puts her hands on my neck, gently caressing the back of my neck and making me a little nervous. 

"I... I can shoot..."   

"But you won't," she says as she looks into my eyes and moves closer to my lips. "Kiss me." 

"You're going to kill me one day." I say as I drop the gun and wrap my arms around the girl's waist.  

Her lips were soft, sweet and kissing her was the best thing in the world, I could stay there for the rest of my life. My hands were on her waist and as much as I wanted to take them down a little more, I had in mind that we were in a public place and it was a miracle that we were not caught. Anyway the moment didn't last long, we were torn from our own little world with a loud sound.  

As I looked down, Manon's gun was pointed at me while my vest was glowing, indicating that I was out and that the match was over.   

"I told you you were going to lose." Manon said with a smile on her face, her hands going down and intertwining with mine.  

"That's not fair, you distracted me, you basically cheated." I said as I let her drag me out. 

"Relax, big baby. I won, but you'll like what I have planned as much as I will." 

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the people working at laser tag watching Yn and Manon through the cameras

[skyartworkzzz]

I came back to promp another lore ramble

Also could we get a status update on the fic? I really want to see nari go back in time for the lamb

YIPPEEEEEEEEE love me lore ramble!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, OFC!! Heres a tiny lil update of the fic so far! I finally got back to writing it and am just struggling to find out what happens next.......but I promise its in the works! <3

NOW onto the ramble! Yesterday I went a bit ham on my Creepypasta reimagination, so thats what we will be talking about today! Specifically centered around Jeff the Killer CUZ IM THAT PREDICTABLE OKAY-

Anyways! Lore under the cut <3 tw for violence and gore!!

Jeff The Killer:

My Jeff is around his 35 years old and is the younger brother of Liu, who's only 1-2 years older and works as an architect

The brothers share the same apartment, Jeff decided to move in with Liu after living with their parents for a while. Hes currently trying to amount enough money in order to move somewhere of his own

Jeff suffers from depression and has psychotic episodes from time to time, so he has to take meds. Even after he became a killer, he still steals the needed medication to keep his mental exhaustion in check

From time to time, their lower-floor neighbor Ms. Harper calls Jeff to fix her old sink. Everytime Jeff goes over, her son pesters him for fun, which is why Jeff hates him

One day, both Jeff and Liu are invited to the bday of Ms. Harper's son, which was being held at his aunt's house. While in the party, her kitchen sink floods and so she asks Jeff to fix it. While doing so, Ms. Harper's kid accidentally throws chemicals on Jeff's face after trying to prank him with his friends

Jeff is then driven to the hospital by Liu, but they suffer a car crash, which makes Jeff's face melt down and turn pale white. Liu suffered the major damages and had to go through surgeries to put his organs back in place

When Jeff wakes up and sees the damage that was done, he suffers a mental breakdown which leads him to murder Ms. Harper's son. Once the deed was done, he disappeared and started his serial killing career

Jeff cut his lips into a smile specifically to terrify Ms. Harper's son, as if guilting him bout thinking what he did was funny

Before going off the radar, Jeff visited Liu one last time without others knowing, saying he didnt blame his brother for what had happened. Liu, although half-conscious, was able to hear Jeff telling him to go back to sleep

Homicidal Liu:

HONESTLY my Liu doesnt have much of "homicidal" to him LMAO

After the events that led both him and Jeff into the hospital, Liu went through surgeries to recover and was in a coma for a couple of days, which was the time it took for Jeff to start his killer life

When Liu woke up and learned that his brother had disappeared, he quickly volunteered to help and search for him, until finally discovering he was a murderer

Convinced to bring him back to his senses, Liu begged to be part of the police operation to capture Jeff, after proving he could be of use for knowing how his brother worked. And so, he was teamed up with a detective called Jane, who was in charge of arresting Jeff

After much investigation and searching, Liu and Jane finally came face to face with the killer, but came to a fight which led Jeff to carving a smile on Liu's face too and almost ripping his eyelids off like his own. Liu was led back to the hospital after this and received stitches

Seeing as they were lacking experience to capture Jeff, both the detectives accepted to undergo a special training. However, due to Liu's physical state, he wasn't able to finish it and decided to remain on the more schemeful side of the operation rather than direct combat

Given his stitches on his mouth and the horrible wounds his brother left on him, Liu constantly uses a mask and clothes that cover most of his body

Jane the Killer:

Jane works as a detective for the police, she is happily married to a woman named Mary and both live in a spacious, fancy apartment

Her parents were kindhearted and lived with her little sister, Jessie, in a simple house around the quieter parts of the city

Being one of the best agents and praised by the government, Jane was tasked with tracking down Jeff and bringing him to justice. It was during this search that Liu came into contact with her, after learning she was in charge of the operation

Throughout the times they spent together trying to capture Jeff, the killer murdered Jane's parents as a warning for her to leave him alone. But understandbly, that only made her more convinced to seize him with a new goal in mind: kill Jeff

When Liu and Jane received the special traning, Liu wasnt able to participate due to his condition, but Jane carried out until the last step. She was injected with Liquid Hate and gained her superpowers, with the side-effects being her skin turning pale and her eyes and hair black

After the "training" was done, Jane came closer and closer to finally capturing Jeff, but with an unexpected drawback: she was now wanted by the police for committing crimes she couldnt remember doing. Given the new scenario, the detective started working as an underworld punisher

She still searches for Jeff and stays in touch with Liu, now secretly since she is also being hunted down. They both still work as partners from time to time trying to find his brother

Lil extras!

After her parents were killed, Jessie moved in with Jane and Mary, being a survivor of Jeff's wrath luckily for not being home that day

Liu does not know Jane intends to kill Jeff, and she will never tell him, for she knows he will try to stop her

The Liquid Hate project was actually a Proxy experiment, organized by one of Slenderman's Agents who was also the scientist in charge of the special training Jane and Liu received. Jane became a Sleeper thanks to said experiment, with homicidal tendencies she is luckily able to channel to wanted criminals

That is all for now! Theres a whole lot more I havent said here cuz omfg thats too long already

MAYBE ONE DAY ILL BE able to write my own fanfictions about these, who knows

Anyways! Bless chu for the curiosity <3

[discordiansamba]

the gaang's running joke of calling kou's particular style of waterbending 'fire nation style'. kou argues that one person who has been half making up shit as he goes along doesn't constitute a 'style'.

when iroh shows aang the dragons, he brings kou along anyways, even though he's not a firebender. he thinks seeing living dragons will be just as important for his nephew, though aang is obviously the only one who takes the trial.

mai seeing what piracy has done for zuko and just thinking to herself. hmmmmm.

(iroh you'd better stop them, or your nephew is going to run off with mai, ty lee, and toph to start his own pirate crew. what, you thought he'd return to the caldera and be a prince again? absolutely not.)

(teo and the duke and pipsqueak would also join the fun. haru is a loser who wants to have a respectable job.)

extremely funny to think that long feng recognizes kou only as one of the pirates who has been raiding earth kingdom ships and not as you know. a former prince of the fire nation. and only learns this later because azula tells him as much.

kou wishes there were more he could to help katara after the fall of ba sing se, but he's not a healer. he can't help her with aang.

(he's also very excited to be back on a ship again after so long. agni, he's missed this. he's gotten terribly fond of the ocean.)

kou's the one who suggests to sokka he should go study under master piandao. piandao looking at his former student and pretending like he doesn't actually recognize him.

naturally, there's no mention in the ember island production that the waterbending pirate who joins team avatar is fire lord ozai's son. they still get his scar on the wrong side.

kou: ...why do they think I start all of my sentences with ARRRR? I've literally never said that.

kou: ...except for just then. that doesn't count.

good thing mai joins the group so someone can actually inform them of ozai's plan to burn the earth kingdom to the ground during the comet.

kou: that's horrifying but i'm not really surprised.

if anything ursa was probably even closer to her son in this au than she is in canon. ozai's brother iroh was always kind to his nephew, but she never knew how much she could really trust him to protect zuko.

azulon's request here is for him to kill azula, leaving zuko as ozai's only child- a clear message that he never intended to let ozai have the throne by leaving him only with the child that cannot inherit the throne.

kou: i'm not worried about what my mom will think of me being a fully fledged waterbender. i'm worried about what she'll think of the piracy.

(the rest of the gaang is just vaguely surprised that even crosses his mind.)

ursa voice: i assassinated the previous fire lord so i'm fine with the piracy actually.

iroh: ursa. no. i need someone to be a good influence on zuko.

some more general spitballing for the pirate zuko au:

once katara gets over her rough start with him, she's actually glad to have another waterbender around. kou's status as Most Experienced Waterbender in the group is a temporary one, but he enjoys it while he can.

local pirate still steals things on the regular. it's just a habit at this point.

kou picked his new name by using the last half of his old one, because he's not very creative when put on the spot. it's a total coincidence that it sounds like koh, but he feels like it's vaguely appropriate, given that he's already had half of his face stolen from him.

traveling via appa has him missing the ocean.

neither aang, nor katara or sokka think to tell toph that kou is fire nation. they think it's obvious- but of course, toph is blind, so she just assumes that since he's a waterbender, he's water tribe. it's kou who has to clear up this misunderstanding.

they forge a tight bond. former rich kids who were forbidden to learn their element and who embraced a less than legal lifestyle in secret? hell yeah. they've got one eye between them and they're ready to be absolute menaces.

aang has to step in so many time because people keep trying to arrest kou. his reputation as a pirate proceeds him.

sokka, as they're being attacked by the sea serpent at serpent's pass: i know! kou should try talking to him. they're kin, right?

kou: NO?????

(toph's nickname for him is, inevitably, sea serpent.)

the gaang just learns to accept that roughly 80% of kou's proposed plans involve illegal activity. you can take the pirate off of his ship, but you can't take the pirate out of the boy.

if you think kou isn't still incorporating breakdancing into his waterbending well. you'd be wrong. pretty sure it drives pakku nuts whenever he does it. that is NOT even remotely a proper waterbending form, young man.

kou: and yet. it works.

zuko's status as a waterbender was likewise hidden from mai and ty lee. when it comes out in the open, they have plenty of questions for azula. she just shrugs and says that her brother is a freak of nature.

learning that his great-grandfather was avatar roku finally clicks things into place for kou. that's why he's a waterbender.

imagine everyone's surprise when the person who gets arrested in chin village is aang, not kou.

local pirate still carries two water skins to go with his dual dao. just absolutely dedicated to the art of dual-wielding. at least it means they have a little more water on them when they're traveling through the desert.

kou meeting the swampbenders and realizing that there are other waterbenders out there who aren't water tribe.

whenever kou brushes off his high society skills, it always throws everyone for a loop. like. oh yeah. you were a prince at one point, weren't you?

it is a beautiful day in ba sing se, and you are a horrible pirate.

the dai li hate him! local pirate infiltrates their base and sets the avatar's sky bison free and departs with plenty of physical proof of their underhanded activities. thanks for keeping meticulous records long feng!

the gaang is jut like. we left you alone for FIVE MINUTES.

the gaang arrives in the fire nation and immediately sets to work spreading rumors that a.) prince zuko is alive and b.) was born a waterbender.

kou's just offended toph started the scams without him. hello? you didn't think to ask the pirate to do scams with you?

kou has zero talent for healing. he has no idea why it's so looked down on and dismissed as 'women's work' when it's actually incredibly difficult to learn.

(hama touches kou's cheek and says it's such a shame. he could have been such a handsome young man. kou is keenly aware she's touching the right half of his face.)

the day of black sun like. your prince has returned. he's a waterbender now. the solar eclipse has taken away your bending, but it hasn't taken away his.

(he still gets to confront his father. he winds up having to dodge his lightning because he can't redirect it.)

he and katara tag team that final fight against azula. kou picks the palace courtyard on purpose. there's water that runs underneath it. it's the perfect place to fight a souped up firebender.

[flufflecat]

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[bread-wizards]

Love Laudna wanting Orym to be the one to cut her down if need be because she feels he can make hard choices, and Travis like "uh hello? What about Chetney? You want to put Orym through that anguish? I am right here" like damn, he right tho

[moeblob]

So uh. Eventually I'll stop drawing these guys so obsessively but not today I guess.

(DND AU where it's just these two, Brent, and Paul on a life mission to annoy Chris the GM by having the pact of "we're only here for Karen's benefit")

Karen is a warlock, Right is a cleric, Paul is a paladin, and Brent is a bard (so he can use bardic inspiration on Karen).

[kismetconstellations]

You're right. Keith lived on his own for at least a year in an environment that isn't exactly known for being particularly hospitable. He's far from a frail, weepy, and dependent child. Which is why I hate when the fandom, including Sheith shippers, reduce him to one. Especially so when they do it while emphasizing how "small" he is next to Shiro. It almost comes across as fetishy and makes me extremely uncomfortable.

I think Keith's maturity is, however, unfortunately undercut by his quick temper and impulsivity.

His heart is in the right place. He sees this great evil that has caused unspeakable harm, ravaging and oppressing innocents all over the universe, including his best and closest friend and the only family he has, and wants to put an end to it. He didn't ask to be enlisted as a part of Voltron, but takes his new role of Paladin in stride, even throwing himself into training without being pressed to do so by either of his commanding officers. But, the single-mindedness you previously mentioned, coupled with his hot temper, leads to him lashing out at Pidge when she wants to leave to continue her search for her family.

And, even suggesting not rescuing Allura when she's been captured, because he deemed it not worth the risk to bring Voltron right to Zarkon's front door.

He tries to be pragmatic, and his ultimate end-goals are noble, but he lets his emotion take over and cloud his better judgment. This becomes especially apparent in his early days as Black Paladin after Shiro was killed. He makes rash calls, pushes his teammates when they aren't ready or prepared, and refuses to listen to any of their objections until he's landed them all in hot water and openly demonstrated their weakness in front of Lotor.

He does learn from his mistakes once Lance calls him out on them, and it's overwhelmingly clear that he's in way over his head and still in desperate need of Shiro's level head and gentle guiding hand. There was legitimate potential for something meaningful with Keith's character. Imagine if the showrunners had followed the series tradition and kept Keith and Allura as the flagship couple, how special it would have been for the last Altean princess and the Galra half-breed who never felt like he had a place in the universe until he joined her fight to topple Zarkon's empire, to come together in a romantic union, solidifying the end of the animosity and bloodshed and the beginning of peace between their people. Or, if the staff had been able to fully develop the relationship between Keith and Shiro (platonic or romantic), instead of dropping it almost entirely in the final season.

Yet... as a direct consequence of the incompetence behind the scenes, Keith's arc of growing into his "rightful" (it was always intended to be his, but Shiro fit into the role so perfectly, and worked so hard to fully attain it, risking his life to cement his bond with the Black Lion, that fans were and still are justifiably angry at him being unceremoniously replaced like the bag containing yesterday's rubbish) position of leadership was repeatedly hindered and ultimately mangled beyond belief. Because the show's staff inadvisably killed Shiro, they had to figure out a way to bring him back, hence the invention and implementation of the clone plot. Then, Keith's voice actor, Steven Yeun, had scheduling conflicts that the VLD staff somehow couldn't figure out how to work around, resulting in Keith being abruptly pulled from the story out of necessity for a significant stretch of time before he finally returns. Having been aged-up and undergone two years' worth of character development offscreen, as a lame attempt to explain him becoming Shiro-Lite.

I think Keith absolutely strived to do the best that he could with the knowledge and skills that he had. Whether it was supporting or leading a team, fighting the good fight, or reaching out to a friend. He did try, and I can't fault him that. But, while I would never make the claim that he was "done dirty" by the writers with the sheer egregiousness of the callous, irresponsible, and I'd go so far as to say hateful mishandling that Allura, Shiro, and Lotor were victim to, it's still quite clear that they failed Keith, even as they meant to uplift and lionize him.

I want to talk, for just minute, about the amount of self-disparagement in Shiro's statement, here. He's grievously injured, ailing, and trapped in a tiny cave with creatures lurking outside, waiting for their next opportunity to attack him.

Despite this, he's been repeatedly assuring Keith that he's "all right", and inquiring after Keith's well-being whenever he hears Keith struggling over the comms. Then, Keith expresses his belief that Shiro's presence and influence changed his life, and Shiro agrees. On the grounds that he's actively made Keith's life worse.

Keith's response to this extremely concerning assertion?

Nothing. He hears Shiro cough, tells him, "Stay with me, Shiro," and that's it.

This is an example of exactly what I mean when I say that Shiro has no support system. His best and closest friend hears him say something seriously disconcerting while in a state of utmost vulnerability, placing all of the blame for Keith's current predicament on himself, which is objectively not true, and does nothing to refute him. No, "Hey. Stop beating yourself up. We're gonna be just fine". Or, "How could this possibly be on you? Did you purposely eject us from the Castle?". Or even, "When we get out of here, we need to talk about why you feel like you don't matter and something completely out of your control is your fault. It's not like you asked to be here, either."

Maybe I'm expecting too much from a young adult with his own trauma whose interpersonal skills have already been shown to be lacking. I know I expected too much from a team of showrunners who believed that dark content automatically equals mature content, and insisted on shoving as much disturbing subject matter and questionable to outright deplorable messaging as they could manage to get away with into a series aimed at children. Shiro was never meant to heal from his trauma. The intention was to kill him to pave the way for Keith to take his place as The Chosen One.

But, in this fandom's determination to woobify their favorites to the extreme based on said favorites' moments of insecurity, they seem to have forgotten that the most blatantly traumatized member of the cast is the most blatantly traumatized member of the cast. Self-loathing and passive suicidal ideation are every bit as much a part of that as Shiro's flashbacks and the fear-induced paralysis that seizes him when a repressed memory resurfaces from the dark corners of his mind to drag him under. And, he, too, deserved all of the sensitivity, care, and love that they believe their favorites do, which makes it all the more abhorrent that he was repeatedly denied it in this show's canon.