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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas week 1 - Snowman, Cabin, Cold, Fireplace

rating: T | words: 1,958

i decided to craft a fic again this year, each chap for each week with each of the prompts in the chap somewhere.. see y'all next week for chap 2!

Thanksgiving of 1986 blusters in with record lows for the season, and a whole foot of powdery white snow along with it.

And if Eddie and Wayne hadn’t been invited to dinner with the rest of the Hopper-Byers clan, he’d’ve stayed right where he was, thank you. Bless whoever invented flannel sheets; May they be revered in Valhalla for their continued heroic victories over the ever present cold seasons.

A knock at his door interrupts his attempts at going back to sleep. “C’mon son, get goin’. It’s nearly two and we gotta get out to the Chief’s without dyin’.”

“Mmmurgh.”

“G’mornin’ to you too, sleepin’ beauty. Now, Up.”

The sound of Wayne’s footsteps creaking back down the hall, the squeak of the oven door hinges, the rumble of water in their ancient kettle, all the sounds of home and warmth and.. Surely he can close his eyes for just a minute lon—-

“Up, Ed!”

“‘Lrigh’, alright, I’m up!”

Being so brave about the cold, he flings off his sheets all at once, and hurriedly starts pulling on the clothes he laid out the night before. Non-ripped jeans, a thermal undershirt, his flannel, thick socks, jacket.. 

He stops as he’s about to pull on his shoes, kicked off haphazardly the night before, when he notices how bright everything seems behind the blanket he tacked up over the window. He pulls back a corner..

“Jesus H. Christ.. “

Snow.

He shakes his head and grabs his other shoe, “Wayne, we have plastic bags, right?”

–

Again, being so brave about the cold, Eddie shuffles the dish around in his lap carefully as he opens the door and lowers himself out of Wayne’s truck once they arrive.

“Careful now, that butter’s hot.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie says, looking at where he’s putting his feet. It looks like someone shoveled out the area, but better safe than sorry.

“Oh look at that, yer boyfriend’s here.”

Eddie’s head snaps up immediately. Wayne’s eyes are crinkled up mischievously as he glances up towards the snow-spattered burgundy BMW parked closer to the cabin.

“Shut up old man, he’s not my boyfriend.” Eddie grumbles, tilting his burning face back down to the snow scheming up his demise. 

“Oh, right, my mistake..you only wish he was.” Wayne chuckles, following him up the few steps to the front door.

Sure, he’d been actively flirting with Steve since before he was even out of the hospital, sometimes even in earshot of Wayne (to his utter embarrassment), but that doesn’t mean he particularly wants his uncle teasing him about it, or that Steve’s even been receptive to it.

(Well, he’s blushed a couple times, and rolled his eyes seemingly fondly… and he’s not asking Eddie to stop…)

“He’ll get there, kiddo,” Wayne says as he pats Eddie's back, then turns to give the door two solid knocks.

Eddie’s face burns, “I said, shut up. You’re the worst.”

There’s a couple steps from inside, then the door opens on a still thin, but slowly filling out, Former Chief Hopper.

“Glad you guys made it, wasn’t expecting snow.” Hopper says, reaching a hand out to shake Wayne’s.

“Thanks for havin’ us Chief, cozy place you got here.”

Hopper grunts in a facsimile of appreciation for the compliment as he ushers them in. “Did some work to it since bein’ back, fireplace is finally fixed, added a couple rooms and a half bath…”

“You’re kiddin’, and you didn’t invite me over? You know I use’ta be a SeaBee.”

Hopper waves him off as Eddie tunes them out, taking the few steps into the kitchen to drop his about-to-start-burning-him dish on the stove top, and turning away toward the back door.

“What’re we lookin’ at?”

Steve and Robin both startle at Eddie’s voice coming from between their heads, both of them focused out the back door’s big window.

“Shit, Eddie, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” Steve says at the same time Robin smacks his shoulder with an “Asshole.”

“We’re waiting for Nance to get back from Indy with the boys,” Steve explains, “Jon and Argyle’s plane landed at noon.”

“And Joyce took the open shift at Melvald’s, they close here soon and we’ll be able to eat after that.” Robin adds on., turning back toward the snow. 

“And you two didn’t bring your snowpants?”

“Wish I did,” Steve grumbles.

“I haven’t had snowpants since I was 11.”

Eddie taps the side of his nose at her, then pushes out the back door, “Well, I didn’t put these bags on my feet for nothin’.” He hops down off the cleared top step and nearly wipes out as his heels hit the completely snow-covered bottom step. 

“You’re gonna freeze in those jeans!”

“Hopper’s got a fireplace, don’t he?” Eddie calls back at Steve as the door squeaks shut behind him. “Never fear children, your beloved leader has arri—”

The cold wet smack of snow in his face (and mouth) stops him in his tracks.

The door squeaks open behind him immediately. “Dustin, I told you not in the face!”

Dustin, the little asshole, just laughs.

The snow drops from his face just as Steve finishes trudging through the snow to him, “You okay Eddie?”

“Stevie dear, care to join me in a shithead hunt? It’s happening later in the year than I thought, but,” he shrugs, stooping low for a swipe of snow and straightening up again, “better late than never, right?”

Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin tear off into the woods, abandoning their half-built snowman and calling commands at one another that have no hope in sticking.

“Mike! Go right! Will, left!”

“Hurry up and start making a wall!”

“You make the wall! El, help me make snowballs!”

El, still sitting up at the house and adding snow to an actually surprisingly well-crafted throne for Max (who’s already sitting in it, mind you), simply says, “No.”

Eddie’s fingers are already numb, but this perfectly shaped sphere of snow’s really gonna pack a punch.

“None of you shitheads better hit Max I swear to god!” Steve yells toward the boys.

A snowball smacks into Steve’s chest.

“Hey! Who said I was getting involved?”

Eddie barely contains his laugh, “Sorry Stevie, all’s fair in love and war.” Eddie shrugs, then turns on his heel and snaps his snowball into Lucas’ right shoulder.

He cries out, “AHH He got me!” and flops back into the drifts.

Steve starts spluttering again, “Holy shi— what the fuck?”

Wincing minutely, thinking he’s about to get his ass handed to him by Steve for hurting one of his goblins, Eddie turns back, “Sorry…?”

Steve just stares at him in apparent awe. He’s still got snow on his chest, his cheeks red with the cold… damn he’s pretty.

“Where in the hell did you learn to throw like that?”

Oh.

“Oh, uh..” Eddie just shrugs. “I’ve always been good at throwing things.”

A snowball smacks against the side of the house behind them.

“And you weren’t on the varsity team?? Baseball’s one of Hawkins’ worst performing teams, you could’ve made us great!”

Another plops pathetically into the snow at their feet. Three of the boys’ cackles echo up the hill.

Eddie snorts a laugh, “Yeah, no. I had better things to do than go to practice, let alone…” he shudders dramatically, “Games.” and Steve rolls his eyes, but smirks.

Someone finally manages to hit Eddie again, this time in the leg.

“Besides,” he says to Steve as he scoops up another handful of snow, “I prefer catching.”

Steve’s face blazes red when Eddie gives him a wink, then turns again and sends his snowball flying right into Mike’s stomach.

“Blugh,” he says, ever the eloquent one, as he doubles over.

“Ah! He’s coming down here!” Will cries as Eddie bounds down the hill after his last projectile.

The boys abandon their half-built wall and move deeper into the trees, and Eddie ducks behind it and the tree it’s built against.

He listens to their shouts, doing his best to locate them, when the squeaky crunch of snow comes from behind him.

“Will and Mike went right, Dustin and Lucas went back and to the left, who do you want to go after first? Lucas has the arm, of course, but Will is the stealthy one..”

A not-at-all-new rush of affection for Steve floods his chest with warmth, and Eddie cringes internally at how sappy that is.

“Stevie, you and your brain are my favorite things in the world right now.”

His cheeks flush again, “Shut up man, lets just take these assholes down a peg, huh?”

Eddie grins at him, and opens his mouth to say something when something cold and wet and solid smacks into the side of his face.

He and Steve whip their heads around back toward the house only to find El and Max grinning down at them.

“Aw shit.”

-

A scarce 10 minutes later, Eddie and Steve are scrambling up the hill yelling “Uncle, Uncle!”

Steve’s at the door first, holding it wide to usher Eddie in before him. Immediately, Eddie’s skin starts to prickle with the change in temperature.

“Jesus Christ, those kids are ruthless.” Eddie says as he strips his shoes off, flicking away the clumps of snow that have adhered to the ends of his laces.

“You’re telling me,” Steve shudders, then has to raise his arms to protect himself from the spray of water coming off Eddie as he shakes his head around like a dog. “Aw what, are you kidding me??”

Steve toes off his shoes as Eddie cackles, then he starts to nudge Eddie forward, shoo-ing him towards the fireplace.

“That wasn’t very smart of you, was it?” Robin remarks, not looking up from the paperback she’s reading.

“What’d that book ever do to you?” Eddie asks, affronted at the way she’s got the front cover curled back around the spine.

Robin opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off by Steve, “Don’t start; Eddie, floor now.”

This time Eddie is the one cut off, “I’m not letting either of us get Hopper’s couch all wet. Now, sit.”

Steve pushes down on his shoulder and Eddie goes, plopping onto the floor in front of the fireplace.

He sheds his jacket, and joins Eddie on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him, his toes toward the flames.

Sighing, Steve drops his head back into Robin’s lap and closes his eyes. “That was fun, huh?”

Eddie similarly drops his head back onto the couch behind him and listens to the kids screaming outside. Sounds like Max and El are in the thick of it now. Eddie smiles, “Yeah, it was.”

Next thing he knows, he’s startling awake to the telltale post-snapshot whine of a camera.

He blinks up at the blurry-but-getting-clearer form standing over him, “Rise and shine, dorks, food’s ready.” Robin says, grabbing the picture printing from the camera and giving it a couple good shakes. She wanders off then, calling “Hey Chief, do you have a marker?”

“Whas’ happen’n?” Steve groans from beside him, rubbing his eyes, frankly, way too hard.

“Food!” Dustin yells from somewhere behind the couch.

Eddie turns onto one knee and pushes himself off the floor with the help of the sagging couch, “Urrgh, that’s not going anywhere anytime soon,” he groans to himself with the stretch of his back, “C’mon, Stevie, let’s scrounge up some sustenance.” 

He holds a hand out for Steve to take, hauls him up, and, under the guise of making sure he’s stable, holds onto Steve’s hand for just that much longer. 

“You good?”

“Great, Ed,” Steve smiles, “Let’s eat.” he gives Eddie’s hand a barely-there squeeze, then drops it, winding around the couch to the kitchen.

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Teddy Bear Picnic - Two

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise - The one where your captor tries to get you to warm up to him, but all you want is to go home. 

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, violence, language, injuries, this chapter is darker than the first

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: part two uwu this part is darker than the first so be warned but also y e a h setting up some fun stuff for this series. hope y'all enjoy! I'm moving AGAIN tomorrow so i might be a little MIA or i might not, i guess we'll find out!

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

~*~

"Why are you not eating?" He asks, sitting across from you on the thin mattress, watching as Arlo bounds around the basement excitedly, chasing his own tail and absolutely unaware of the danger.

You look down at the few plates of food on the ground that have been nibbled on by Arlo.

"I'm not hungry."

"Don't lie."

You can't bring yourself to look at him, to meet his eyes.

"It's not poisoned, you know that. Your dog eats and he's fine. Why do you not eat?"

You sigh heavily and shake your head, tears filling your eyes.

You're not sure how many days have gone by, all you know is that you miss your family tremendously. Every time you wake up you lose a little more hope.

"Let me go," you whisper, sniffling. "Please, just let me go home."

He reaches forward, ignoring the way you flinch away, and wipes a tear off of your cheek.

"I know you're scared, but this is good. It's so good. I won't hurt you, you just gotta listen to me, okay?"

You sniffle again and nod.

"Good girl. Now, all you need to do is eat, okay? Just eat a bit. I can't have you starving yourself now, sweetheart. You're going to be very important to me."

You clench your bound hands in fists in front of you, shaking your head.

"Why me?" You ask softly, not wanting to risk making him angry.

"Everything happens for a reason. You came out into the woods for a reason, darling. And it brought you to me. You're meant for me. I was meant to find you out there. You're lost... and now I've found you. Don't you see it?"

Your heart sinks.

You used to believe that everything happened for a reason but now? Now it surely can't be true. Why would this happen to you? If everything is meant to happen then why do horrible things happen to good people?

"Now, eat your breakfast. If you're a good girl, I'll see about getting rid of the ropes around your wrists. How's that sound?"

The idea of even the smallest sort of freedom has you perking up a bit.

It's been days and he hasn't hurt you, the food hasn't made Arlo sick.

He watches you with the eyes of a predator as you pick at the toast Arlo nibbled on hours ago when it was brought down to you.

"Everything is homemade or locally bought. I like to know what goes in my food," he says quietly, eyes lighting up when you take a small bite.

Your stomach flips and churns as you chew, your hunger now making itself very apparent.

Steve nods encouragingly.

"Good, good girl. That's what I like to see."

You take another bite, watching as he gives you a soft smile.

"There you go. I knew you were good."

You swallow the bite in your mouth, cheeks suddenly feeling like they've been stuffed with cotton balls.

"Can... can I have some water? Please?" You ask quietly, shrinking back the tiniest bit as if awaiting a blow.

His face lights up with joy and he nods happily.

"Of course. Anything for you."

You want to ask to be set free, to go home to your family, your mother. But you somehow know that's not included in the 'anything' he spoke of.

He's quick to rise to his feet and all but race up the stairs, and Arlo takes that moment to trot back over to your lap, sitting down comfortably.

You scratch between his ears, fighting back tears as your captor comes back down the stairs with a bottle of water in his grasp.

"It's sealed, nothing's inside of it," he explains gently, sitting down and handing you the bottle.

You twist the lid off, finding small comfort in the fact that he's telling the truth. The seal breaks with a soft crack and then you're bringing the bottle to your lips and swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

"Not too fast, I don't want you to choke," he murmurs.

You briefly wonder what he would do if you did choke. If you let the water flood your lungs instead of your belly, but he's taking the bottle from you before you can find out.

"This is good. You're being so so good for me. We can be happy if you keep this up," he whispers, cupping your cheek.

Your bottom lip quivers and you shake your head slowly.

"What do you want from me? Why me?" You ask for what feels like the millionth time.

He heaves out a sigh and drags his thumb across your bottom lip.

"What are the odds you would stumble directly in my path? Hmm? Now, I'm not a religious man, but it's hard to argue divine intervention in a case like this." He brings his other hand up and holds your face softly, gingerly, like you're made out of glass.

"You were made for me. You are what I'm owed. And I promise I will take very very good care of you, so long as you behave."

~*~

"Can... can I take a shower? Please?" You ask a few days later, scratching Arlo's head.

He untied your wrists a day prior, and you really hope you're not pressing your luck.

He looks at you for a long moment then slowly nods.

"Yes. Are you bringing the dog?"

As if that's even a question.

Clutching Arlo to your chest, you slowly follow him up the stairs, wincing against the harsh daylight that floods through the open doorway.

"This way. I'll let you shower and then I can show you around. Oh, we're going to have so much fun," he says wistfully, almost sighing the words.

You glance around hurriedly, looking for an exit, a weapon, anything, but he's quick to step behind you and usher you toward the bathroom.

"Here, this is the guest bathroom. There's... body wash, shampoo, conditioner. I went and bought everything I thought you would need. Towels are just in here, and there's a fresh toothbrush for you under the sink. Take your time, and call me if you need anything."

He pauses and looks at you, his eyes holding new fire, "and I mean anything."

You swallow hard and nod, waiting until he closes the door to make a move.

The first thing you do, is set Arlo down on the ground. The next is turn the shower on.

Then, you open up one of the bathroom drawers, successfully blocking the door.

Eyes on the prize, you open the window next and yank the screen out.

"Okay, we've got one shot at this," you whisper, taking Arlo into your grasp and stepping up onto the toilet to give you more leverage to jump out.

Peering outside carefully, you take a deep breath and then carefully climb up into the window, balancing with one leg outside.

Steadying yourself, you hold Arlo tightly then swing your other leg over and jump from the window, landing with a soft 'thud' on the grass below.

Your ankle pinches, and you wince, then push to your feet and set Arlo down.

You'll be faster without him in your hands, and he' can easily outrun your captor.

"Come, Arlo, let's go!" You whisper, taking off running through the grass toward the trees.

You have no idea where you're going, you just know that anywhere is better than here.

As the treeline nears, your hope grows, only to be brutally shot down by the weight on your back that brings you tumbling to the ground.

"No!" You screech, clawing at the ground to try and get away from him.

"Shut up!" He shouts, pushing your face into the ground as you continue screaming and sobbing.

You cough, spitting out dirt and grass and crying into the ground.

"Why are you doing this? You said you'd be good! I told you to be good!" He exclaims, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you backward.

You kick your feet and grab at his hands, smacking and scratching at him to try and get him to let you go. You wail and scream and cry, but your fights against him are nothing compared to his strength.

"No, no please!" You shriek, thrashing in his arms.

"Stop it!" He hisses, giving you a harsh tug, and you're forced to watch as Arlo's little body disappears into the trees.

Your captor all but wrestles you back down into the basement, shoving you to your knees despite your screams and pleas.

He kicks the mattress aside and yanks your arms behind your back, binding you tightly with your arms straight.

You sniffle and sob when he's finished, crawling toward the stairs desperately.

"No! You're not leaving me!" He shouts, yanking on the rope and forcing you back.

You shriek at the pain in your arms and he gives you another hard yank.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Stop screaming or I'll give you something to scream about!" He threatens, stepping around to stand in front of you.

You cower, scrambling back as fast as you physically can, sniffling and hiccuping the whole time. You look like a wounded animal, curled up in a ball, terrified for your life.

"Arlo," you moan, "I just want Arlo... please," you beg, looking up at him with big weepy eyes.

He leans down and grabs your jaw roughly, tilting your head this way and that.

"Then you should've thought about that before you tried to leave me. He's wolf food now," he whispers. His eyes are evil, full of anger and fury and something else that terrifies you beyond comprehension.

"No," you moan, shoulders slumping forward.

He drops your head and takes a deep breath, straightening up smoothing out his shirt.

"I'll be back with dinner. You'd better eat it."

He turns and walks up the stairs, turning the light on as he does.

Now you're really alone, and you wish you never tried to escape.

[coffee-and-tea-time]

TWINS, PRETTY PLEASE, FEED ME MORE OF YOUR DELICIOUS TREATS, I ACCEPT WHATEVER, I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

Yandere! Circus x reader

Well, this was originally made to relieve some stress but in my defense, you said ‘whatever’ so hope you enjoy this little thingy, muak (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) (btw, I want to do a little pause to thank those who send asks and cute words to us, we even got anons! but y'all will see that in detail later in their own post, just wanted to say ‘love you’ again since they really do warm up our hearts and make us smile although we take our time since well #life #busy) ~ coffee

This honestly wrote itself lol. The story flowed out like an actual dream. I'd say figuring out the logic was the hardest part, so we decided on something simple. Gray morals, but no gray aesthetics! (it sounded like a better line in my head) ~ Tea

word count: 2.2k

tw: manipulation?, gray morals, small swearing, death (not the reader), written in you/yours, reader has a background of being hospitalized, oblivious? but somewhat willing reader, attention starved reader? Well, kinda but we all are. 

....the fuck?

Why is there so much color? This… is really different from the hospital monotone atmosphere… How did you get here? Are you having a lucid dream? It's been a while since the last time you dreamed something, it's good to see colors after some time, even if they are saturated.

“Oh, hello little star, are you lost? Did you escape from somewhere?”

Where did this guy come from? Why does he kinda look like a candy? Although, truth be told, you gotta admit that his pinky hair with pastel violet highlights suits h- Wait a minute…

Is this a circus? Woah, dreamland was nice to you this time. Well, since it's your dream, you can go along with it and enjoy your little ‘freedom’.

“I’m part of this circus, I’m…. the new host”

You watch as glittering sky eyes looks at you with surprise before smiling widely at you, if you look close enough, you can even catch a small shiver of… excitement? Probably.

“Really now? Then you are the starlight here, Dear, why don’tcha let me help ya? I can show you around if you let me, you now, to get our new host comfortable here as soon as possible”

You nod, accepting his hand as he starts showing you around saying ‘the show is about to start’ every now and then, your mind did really make an effort with the aesthetic of this dream, even if the circus colors are somewhat saturated for what you are used to, you can’t help but wow every 2 minutes by how large and amusing this place is, although you wished to stay longer on the food court, it's been so long since the last time you ate this much candy to the point your stomach feels so… huh? Now that you think about it, you can taste things in dreams? Lucid dreams really are something.

“It's still empty because there's a lot of time until the show starts. I would show you the amusement park outside the tent, but there's very little time until the show starts. We should look for the right host outfit for your big debut!”

You can’t really say much as you were practically dragged to a different part of the circus, he is really much stronger that he looks honestly and incredibly fast, dream logic you guess, in a blink, you’re met with the sight of a room with dimensions that are only rational in a dream, like an infinite wardrobe full of extravagant costumes.It was only then when you stood in front of a mirror that you noticed you still had the depressing hospital gown on you… 

“What happened, shining star? Does this style not suit your taste? I can bet you will be the one in the spotlight no matter what you choose to wear. Maybe getting a little stage fright? Do believe me, Dear. You're not the one who has to be afraid on stage"

The once frantic cotton candy-looking man seems to lower the rhythm a bit as he notices the switch on your expression, you can’t help but smile at his sweet tone although his speech has rather weird use of words, well, it's not everyday you can use such eccentric clothes without looking out of place, surely you will soon be woken up by a doctor or a nurse, so at least you can enjoy this while it lasts.

. . . . . .

You spin once again to show off another outfit, he keeps singing praises even thought you understand barely half his words and then nothing, it’s so cute to see him giving a full speech of how the style of the clothing, the colors, the accessories, etc matches perfectly with you, that accidentally you’ve already tried on like 20 different outfits, until you chose the one that got him rambling about how you shine for what feels like 30 minutes straight.

“I think I’d choose this one, thanks… I'm sorry, what's your name?”

You feel kinda awkward when you notice you never asked him his name until now, but he seems like he doesn't mind at all as he smiles at you and offers you his hand to guide you again through the circus.

“Aw, and here I thought you would give me a pet name and start calling me ‘sweetie’, I was starting to like you calling me ‘cotton candy’, you know? What a shame… It's not too late to start tho, but if you are too shy and need some time, my name is Pandora”

Pandora? Wait, you also never asked him what’s his role in this circus or anything about him and before you notice, he is handing you a cute looking mic with a toothy grin, that's when you realized that the show is about to start. You feel an anxious voice in the back of your head telling you this is gonna go wrong, yet you silence it by telling yourself that it’s just a silly dream, how bad could it be?

“I'm sure everyone will find joy in your presence like I do. Don't think too much, just have fun, starlight”

Before you could think more or ask for some advice, he disappears out of the blue after passing you some well decorated notes that got some of the information about the spectacles of today and even giving you a kiss of good luck on the forehead but you can't even finish reading when the first sentence when the heavy red curtains open in front of you… Fuck it, If you have to die, let it be at once.

“Nighty night Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Welcome to the best nightmare you will ever experience! Tonight, we invite you to leave your worries at the door and submerge into this spectacle of wonder and amazement. Prepare to be dazzled, enchanted and thrilled as we take your breath away with no devolution! So, without further ado, let’s begin! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! Our beloved Brutus will have the honor to be the first show of the night!”

Thanks god the first note was the intro speech and that you managed to read it right even if it’s weirdly written, for your dream seems to run out of creativity and consistency, where the ‘audience’ should be is in complete darkness, you can only manage to see tons of colorful and somewhat happy eyes, but you held a cheerful smile in your face, this dream is surely about to end. Hope you manage to see the first show before waking up, Brutus is a dog’s name so it's probably the lion act, right?

You see two jesters waving at the public as they appear magically thanks to a moving platform with a big cage behind them which has inside an intimidating, goth pastel looking guy with ash blonde hair and a choker with spikes and a tag that reads… Brutus. Did your brain forget how lions look and improvised or something? At least the guy doesn't seem uncomfortable in there as he gives such a confident smirk that makes his fangs stick out, walking out the cage almost smugly. When all the focus was back on you, you knew it was time for the host to speak again, so you quickly changed to the next note.

“Our first show of the night will work for the new audience and me, the new host, to give a smooth introduction of our beloved circus, rest assured that we will continue the next shows with the same energy as before, this is just a welcome gift for… our beloved new host”

Did Pandora write this while you were changing? Why does it feel so odd? Well, your question quickly find an answer when in another platform from the other side start to ascend to reveal a man that’s got this mortified expression on his face even crawls towards you to hold your ankles while repeating ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I didn’t mean it’ ‘I’ll be more better’ and stuff like that, is your dream turning into a nightmare?

“Host, the order, please”

You turn to focus on the voice, it was Brutus, right beside you, when did he get so close? Well, apparently, he needs a word to perform his show? Like an obedient dog. Well, you would do better without having a weird man clinging to your leg, so at least he would take him off you.

“Brutus, play”

Oh no, you didn’t see that coming.

Before you could even retrieve your command Brutus lunged forward, his claw-like nails digging into the flesh of the man's hand. Deep crimson staining the brightly colored scene as the screams of the man marked the moment his hands left your leg. It was brutal, for lack of a better Word, how Brutus clawed at the man's flesh with each swing as he screamed and crawled on the floor, splashing and smearing more blood onto the stage, the cage, the jesters, even you. But nobody even flinched, not even you.

The scene was plagued with the laughter of the unseen audience, the oddly cheery music that accompanied the circus atmosphere now sounding like something out of a horror movie, though it didn't seem to phase you just yet. Things were blurry, up until the jesters began their speech.

"Behold the crude man's punishment. seems too much? Well, let us explain!" said one, the other simply finishing up the other´s speech like they were one in the same.

"Oh this filthy creature, his mind as filthy as his scent, ew! does he even shower? he does, but that's the scent of a perverted beast everyone!!"

What the hell is happening here?! Everything is tainted on the man's blood, and these two jesters are just… joking around!? It's their job, sure, but really?!

You can hear Brutus's grunts and huffs as the man's screams grow thinner and thinner, the wet sound of flesh being slashed and blood splashing, trickling down onto the floor of the stage now louder than the man himself. This is sick, twisted, horrifying. This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare you want to wake up from, your own mind screams at you to stop this, to wake up but it doesn't. What 's going on?!

"Could you imagine this pile of shit as a doctor?" 

"We might have done his horrid face a favor with all those slashes! look at that gorgeous red!!"

As the jesters continue to joke and pick on the man, you can't help but pick up on their words… a doctor? A pervert? What does this mean? You search through your memory, which quickly arrives at the familiar face of one of the doctors at the hospital your body surely would be sleeping in right now, the one doctor that appeared so attentive to your care, though never seemed to completely gain your trust in some point you asked to get your doctor changed because how odd his gaze was… did he appear in your dreams as a pervert because of that?

“Kids, adults, elderly! This is something y’all need to remember, sometimes… You have to judge the book by its cover! Look at this disgusting looking man, who is also disgusting on the inside like a movie with no twist”

“Indeed, can y’all believe it? We almost end up without our dear new host because of this oink oink of a person”

You can help but be surprised as you suddenly got mentioned on this… wait, did they just literally say that the doctor really wanted to do something to you? Wasn't it just a paranoia of yours? This… feels too personal to be just a dream.

“I-I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I DIDN’T EVEN GOT THE TIME TO TRY BEFORE I-”

He tried to explain that clumsily his innocence because with the fact he didn't do anything physical in a bloody murder scream before Brutus lets out a maniacal laugh and makes him scream even louder... so he did think about it? Would you have planned it? What would have happened if... Can you really say that is 'innocent'?

… Why doesn't it feel bad? It's wrong to kill for something that didn't actually take place, even if it was a fantasy, you can’t really manage to feel pity for the situation happening right in front of you.

Is your dream testing how gray your morals are? Some kind of punishment of your mind?

I s  t h i s  e v e n  a  d r e a m ?

And if it isn't... does it matter? Why care? You're Not the one gross enough to end up like that.

With a quick sweep of the curtains you came from, you would've seen Pandora peeking from the sidelines, his stare dazzling, overjoyed as he saw the turmoil in your gaze as it stared at the gruesome scene before you, how it went from horror, to shock, to understanding and… apathy. Saying he was glad would be an understatement, he was ecstatic, it seemed you had found your place in this circus sooner than he expected. For once, his decision was correct at the first strike!

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[justabigassnerd]

Mini Mav

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,545

Warnings - mention of alcohol, mostly just fluff

Summary - during a game of dogfight football, the Daggers find out their Captain has a little secret

A/N - it's another fic y'all!! I gotta admit this one is probably not the best thing I've written but it's something. I don't think this was gonna be any longer than a short n sweet fic and idk if the story came across all that well but y'know I tried my best. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

Maverick had decided that the newly formed Dagger Squad needed some time to learn how to work as a team after seeing the tensions between them during training sessions. Especially with the tensions between Hangman and Rooster, Maverick needed to guarantee that the two could have each other’s backs in the air if he chose them both for the mission.

When Dagger Squad arrived at the beach, they grew confused when they saw Maverick and Hondo standing together with footballs in hand and a whistle around Hondo’s neck. When the team questioned what was going on Maverick simply shrugged and split them into two teams, passing the orange ball to Hangman and the blue ball to Rooster.

“This is dogfight football. You’re going to be focusing on offence and defence at the same time.” Maverick starts before explaining the rules. Once the team is ready to play, Hondo initiates the game and both teams begin to pass the balls to their teammates, trying to get the ball to their end of the made-up pitch. Maverick plays for a while but when it gets too much he taps out, throwing his shirt back on as the team groans and teases him for leaving. Maverick notices Penny leaving the Hard Deck as he approaches the beach chair he had set out and waves him over, with Maverick running over.

“Hey Penny.” Maverick grins as Penny smiles back at the aviator.

“Hey, Mav. I’ve got a toddler in the back room who’s just woken up from her nap and is now asking for her daddy.” Penny says, gesturing loosely with her head in the direction of the small back room of the Hard Deck that homed a sofa that you often crashed on for naps while Maverick was having a drink or two at the bar.

“On it.” Maverick says without hesitation and heads through the empty bar to the back room, opening the door quietly and his smile widening when he sees you, his three-year-old daughter rubbing at your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Maverick says, the smile refusing to leave his face as you light up upon hearing your dad’s voice.

“Daddy!” You exclaim happily, barrelling towards your dad as he scoops you up in his arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around Maverick’s neck and hugged him tightly as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You wanna go out and sit with me on the beach?” Maverick asks, watching as you nod and let him carry you out to the beach chair he had brought.

“Do you want to build some sandcastles, y/n/n?” Maverick asks as he eases himself down into the chair but you simply shake your head, clinging to him. He doesn’t force you to do anything so he just settles down in the seat and smiles lightly as you cling to him, the tiredness clearly still in your system.

Rooster was the first of Dagger Squad to notice. He was jokingly booing a touchdown scored by the opposing team and as he looked in Bob’s direction, he caught a glimpse of Maverick with a kid curled up on his chest. Rooster stopped mid-groan when he noticed, a look of shock and upset covering his face.

“Don’t need to pull a face, Rooster. We’re clearly the better team.” Hangman gloats, lifting his sunglasses to shoot a wink at Rooster but noticing Rooster didn’t shift his gaze to glare at Hangman like he usually would. The rest of the Daggers catch on to Rooster staring and they follow his line of sight to see Maverick whose attention wasn’t on the team but instead on the little girl in his lap.

“Mav’s got a kid?” Payback asks, glancing at Hondo who shrugs.

“His business is his business.” Hondo states simply, lifting the whistle to his mouth to start the game again but the whole squadron begins crossing to Maverick, with Rooster trailing behind awkwardly and hiding behind the group where Maverick couldn’t see him. Maverick didn’t miss the group of aviators crossing to him and immediately knew they’d have questions since he never gave any hints that he was a father.

“You guys have questions, huh?” Maverick says with a slight smirk as he looks up at the aviators as you cling a little tighter to him. He whispers some words of reassurance to you and watches as you settle back against him and even offers the group a smile and a wave.

“We didn’t know you had a kid.” Fanboy states the obvious and Maverick laughs to himself while hugging you a little tighter.

“In all fairness, I never made it obvious I had a kid. But this is y/n.” Maverick says, introducing you to the group and they all say hi to you, all of them instantly smitten with you.

“You married, old timer? Never saw a ring.” Hangman asks, a smirk playing across his lips as Maverick shakes his head.

“Nope, not married. Let’s just say I met a pretty lady a few drinks in and nine months later I have this little monster.” Maverick says, tickling you lightly as you squeal and try to wriggle out of your dad’s grip before he stops. The team figured out what he meant pretty quickly from those words, and they immediately dropped the subject before someone could ask where your mother was.

“How old’s mini Mav?” Phoenix asks with a small smile, glancing down at you and then back up at your dad.

“Three.” Maverick replies, running a hand up and down your back gently.

“Hey! I believe you guys have some team building to be getting on with!” Hondo calls across to the squad, getting their attention as they look at him and then back at Maverick.

“Hondo’s right. Cyclone will already have my ass for having you guys out here instead of training. At least give me something to prove this is worth it.” Maverick says and the team all nod, moving to return to their game. All except for Rooster who remains rooted in place, unable to remove his gaze from you and his godfather. He felt two conflicting emotions at once. He was still angry at Maverick for pulling his papers and setting him back four years. But, in seeing you, he felt upset at himself for cutting Maverick out. Maverick was the only family he had left and Rooster had felt nothing but alone after cutting Maverick out and after his mother died. Seeing you made Rooster see the man who used to carry him around when he was younger because his feet hurt from dancing around to his dad playing ‘Great Balls of Fire’. In seeing you, he saw his dad’s best friend. His Uncle Maverick.

“Bradley…” Maverick starts, unable to form words as he looks at the man standing in front of him.

“Hey, Mav.” Rooster says awkwardly, his hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck, a habit he’d developed in his youth.

“You uhh- you have a kid.” Rooster then says, gesturing loosely in your direction as you wave at him, a grin on your face and clearly oblivious to the tension between the two.

“I do. y/n this Bradley. Bradley, this is y/n.” Maverick says, introducing the two of you, fighting to keep his smile on his face for you.

“Hi, Bradley!” You grin, and Rooster can’t help but smile back.

“Hey, y/n.” Rooster says, unable to stop the smile as he waves at you lightly. After getting the greeting from Rooster, you settle back against Maverick, giggling when he grunts jokingly at your shuffling. Once you’re content, you lie your head against your dad’s chest, right above his heart and cuddle as close as humanly possible.

“Look, Rooster, I am so sorry for-”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now, Mav. Especially not in front of your daughter. But if you’d let me. I’d like to try and make things better. It may take some time. But I’m willing to try.” Rooster says, struggling to find the right words. He wasn’t ready to fully forgive Maverick for what he did, but Rooster was starting to see him the same way he did growing up. Maverick, respecting Rooster’s wishes, nodded with a small smile. Maverick then turns his attention down to you, his smile growing when he sees you fast asleep on his chest, a fistful of his shirt in your hand as you sleep comfortably against your dad.

“Figured you were still sleepy.” Maverick whispers to you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before redirecting his attention to Rooster.

“We can talk more later. For now, go join the dogfight football. You and Hangman need to learn how to get on.” Maverick says, nodding his head in the direction of the Dagger Squad and Rooster gives a small nod before turning on his heels and heading back over to the team. Maverick watched the team for but a moment before turning his attention back to you, gently brushing the fallen strands of hair away from your face before whispering to your sleeping form.

“I gotta say, kiddo. I think mini Mav is the best nickname you’ve ever been given. It’s sticking around.”

[skeleboiii84]

RANDOM SHENANIGANS~✨

(I'm nu ded lol UwU you know the drill people ÚwÙ including Y/N!!) let's get this party started darlings

Fresh: babbbbezzz

Y/N: yesssss?

Fresh: did you find my-

Y/N: what-

Fresh: are- are you actually studying-???

Y/N: ....yes- yes I am and I'm in severe mental depression please cuddle me TvT

Fresh: say less suga-

Y/N: Killer! Get in the goddamn bath you STINK

Killer: *UNHINGED DEMON SCREECH*

Y/N: IT'S NOT THAT BAD-

Dust: what in the name of fuck is going on in-

Y/N: hey dust- you need a bath too actually

Dust: 👁👁

(Dust fuckin runs out the door as fast as possible)

Killer: ASSSSSHOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!

red: anytime one of you assholes fuckin give me attitude I'm hittin on Y/N-

Sans: so cool

Blue: so cool

Mutt: so cool

Stretch: so cool

Red: tf-

Sans: so cool

Red: shut up-

Stretch: so cool

Mutt: so cool-

Red: SHUT THE FUCK UP-

Ink: heya human!

Y/N: H-

Error: SCREW YOU INK-

Ink: I didn't even do anything-

Fresh: bros got it worse than me-

Dream: so you you two use pet names?

Nightmare: gross and cringe- wtf dream-

Y/N: nighty baby 🥺 there's a spider!!

Nightmare: I'll take care of it doll face-

Dream: .....

Nightmare: I'll kill you if you utter a word- OvO

Temmie: HOI!! HOOMAN IS VERY PRETTY TEMMIE WANTS DATE!

Y/N; -3- you know what- let's do it I ain't got nothin better to do

Stretch, Red, Sans, Blue, edge: . . .

Stretch: nah because I know Temmie ain't got more Rizz than us-

Edge: YYYYYYY/NNNNNNNN

Y/N: oop! GOTTA BOUNCE-

Butch: now I ain't gonna hurtcha doll~

Y/N: O3O

Butch: M'only gonna rip you open- and tear out your insides

Y/N: oooooooo lawd yes please ÚvÙ

Butch: tf-

Y/N: thanks cross..holding me like this..its nice

Cross: heh heh..don't worry I just knew ya needed a hug is all

Killer: gay-

Y/N: where tf did you come from-

Killer: the bushes-

Y/N: I'm not gonna ask-

Stretch: you can be anything you want

Y/N: can I be in Dem sweats you have on? (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Stretch: i- you- we- uh- but- HUH-

Y/N: .-w-.

Stretch: IT WAS A JOB STATEMENT- NOT A FUCK ME STATEMENT-

Y/N: difference beeeeeinggg?

Hey y'all, I'm partly back to posting but as it goes my requests are still for the time being CLOSED and are not open but enjoy your feeding children

[jetblack4realz]

summer camp - kayce dutton

summary - kayce's gotta head out to handle the cattle at the summer camp and neither of y'all are good with distance

word count - 2.2k

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"we've gotta babysit them now," kayce said, sighing as he leaned against the doorframe and watched you put your folded clothes into the dresser. "set up a summer camp in west end. we'll be out there 'til august."

"august?" you wondered, turning around with furrowed brows. "it's that bad?"

"well, we gotta make sure all the alfalfa's completely out of their usual fields, so yeah," he sighed, looking over at you. he hesitated, earning a sigh from you.

"what else?" you asked.

"dad wants to take tate with us too. i don't think it's a bad idea."

"i don't either."

that surprised him. "you don't?"

"he's gotta learn these things at some point, right? he can go as long as you're putting him to work, keeping him involved. it ain't a vacation," you told him, smiling softly as you shut the final drawer and walked over to stand in front of your husband, hands raising to rest on his biceps. "so, i'm gonna be left here, all alone, all summer?"

"you can come visit," he suggested, smiling gently as his arms wrapped around your torso snugly. "i'd be happy to see you."

"i'm sure you would be," you laughed, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. "i might just do that. as much as i love beth, i don't think either of us wanna stay here alone all summer."

"i definitely wouldn't," he chuckled.

"well, i get along with your sister a little bit better than you do," you hummed. "honestly, i don't think you and rip would want us here all alone all summer either."

he laughed. "and what do you mean by that?"

"i mean, what happened the last time beth and i were left to ourselves for a weekend? beth ended up in jail and i had a black eye for a week," you answered, a soft laugh on your lips as you remembered that time. the boys were off hunting and you and beth tried to hold down the fort - until some dude got handsy at the bar and then so did y'all.

"yeah, that was hard to explain away to tate. what'd we tell him?" he asked.

"that i fell out of the bed and hit my head on the nightstand," you said, laughing a bit more at the memory of your five year old fretting over your bruised eye.

"and that was just one weekend. yeah, let's not do that again," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i gotta pack up. we're heading out tomorrow."

you sighed. "alright." you released him from your hold, still leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips as he moved to step away. "imma miss you, being all alone here without you."

"i know, that's why you gotta come out to see us every now and again," he answered, kissing you again with a soft smile before breaking away and shooting you a sneaky grin. "you do remember how to cowboy, right?"

you raised your brows. "damn right i do. ten years of muscle memory doesn't just go away after raising your child, dutton."

he laughed, hand reaching out to wind around your waist as he stepped to you again. "i'm just playing, baby."

"mhm, well say that again and i ain't gonna come out and visit you for the rest of the summer," you told him with a roll of your eyes.

it was his turn to roll his eyes. "mhm, like you can handle not seeing me for three months."

"you'd be surprised," you answered.

he scoffed, leaning down to hover over your lips as he replied: "i don't think i would be."

he kissed you then, the finality to his words etched in the way he cupped your cheek and slowly deepened it, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip as you leaned up into him. the hand on your waist kept you close to him as he dragged the kiss out, being slow with you even as a small smile pulled at one side of his mouth. when he finally pulled away and let you go in favor of packing, you were standing at the doorway still, watching his cute ass walk over to the closet and pull down his duffle bag.

"damn," you breathed out. "he might just be right."

when they left, you found things to occupy yourself. you had some work to get done regarding the financials of the ranch that john had delegated to you, so you took that extra time to finish it all up. you also wrote up a proposal to begin selling beef instead of cattle, even though you knew your father-in-law would never agree to it. it wasn't how the ranch was run now, which meant it was never going to be run that way. might as well try though.

then you busied yourself with mundane household tasks, deep cleaning yours and kayce's closet (getting sidetracked with old high school journals of yours that outlined y'all's relationship and was way too entertaining to just bypass), throwing clothes that tate had grown out of into a goodwill bag, mealprepping some breakfasts for yourself.

and then you crashed out on the couch, watching reruns of friends and pretty woman. you tried to go see beth, but she was off doing who knows what. you asked jake if he needed any help, but he was doing all the grunt work with jimmy that you had no interest in.

eventually, you declared it official - you were bored.

like, bored bored.

so, you packed a duffle with some crappy work clothes and a coat, grabbed a sleeping bag, and saddled up your horse. you hadn't been out riding in a while, cowboy riding at least, so it was nice to be back in your well-worn brown hat and matching chaps you used so much before y'all got married.

"west end?" you asked jake as you trotted up to him. he laughed when he spotted the gear strapped to your saddle.

"you headed up there?" he said.

"yeah. wanna point me in the right direction?"

"pasture 12, down past quail creek," he answered. "have fun."

you laughed, beginning to head in that direction. "thanks jake!"

the ride there was blissful, the wind blowing in your hair as the sun shone down on you. you'd forgotten how relaxing it was to be on horseback in the summer weather of montana.

when you rode up, tying your horse off to a post the rest of the wranglers had set up, john was the first you saw.

"hi," you said with a smile, sitting beside him as he fiddled with his knife and a piece of wood. "widdling?"

"trying to make a bear, but it ain't turning out so well," he chuckled. "you get bored back at the house?"

"deathly," you sighed, leaning back in the camp chair you'd claimed for your own. "where's kayce and tate?"

"tate is around here somewhere looking for a good piece of wood to carve and kayce is out wolf hunting," he answered, glancing behind him to where tate was running out of the treeline holding up a block of wood excitedly.

he spotted you then, his face lighting up. "momma!"

"hi baby," you laughed, catching him as he hugged you tight around your neck. "you widdling with grandpa?"

"a wolf!" he exclaimed, pulling back to fish his little knife from his pocket. he popped it open, earning a quick reminder from john.

"blood circle, pal," he said. "make sure you ain't gonna skin your momma with it if it slides off the wood."

tate followed instructions, moving back to sit on a stump opposite his grandpa and holding the knife out to make sure no one was in his circle. john nodded. "good."

"well, when i get back i'll be looking forward to seeing your wolf," you said, smiling at tate as you stood and stepped to the side. you glanced at john, laughing lightly. "and your bear."

"where are you going?" tate asked.

"to find your dad," you answered with a smile. "i ain't seen him in two weeks, i'd like to say hi."

"he went off that way," john said, gesturing behind him to the left into the surrounding forest. "don't know if he's still that way but it's a start."

you said a thanks before walking off that way, your boots crunching the leaves and sticks on the forest floor in a satisfying snap. the breeze blew gently, keeping your hair over your shoulder as a content smile pulled at your lips. this was the part of montana that you loved. not the valley, with snotty people and messy politics, but the mountains, with clear air and singing birds and tall pines. it was beautiful.

you'd walked a while, humming softly to yourself as you went before you found yourself stumbling upon your husband stalking through the woods in just a tshirt, hat, and jeans and a rifle in his hand.

"you think you're just gonna find their den out here or something?" you wondered, smiling softly as he turned around with raised brows. "i think your attention's gotta be on 'em at night. you know, when they're actually out hunting our cows."

"hi, baby," he said, smiling as he approached you quickly. you met him halfway, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he scooped you into his arms, breathing out into your neck as he held to you tightly.

"you missed me?" you asked, pressing a kiss to his neck as you squeezed him again. "i sure as hell missed you. being at the house without y'all is boring, kayce."

"yeah, i believe you there," he said as he pulled back slightly, smiling down at you. he kept you close to him with his arms around your waist, your hands sliding down to settle on his shoulders more comfortably. "i missed you too, darlin."

he kissed you then, one hand rising to hold your face just below your jaw, the other pulling you closer to him as you kissed him right back. he was slow with you, intentional with the push and pull of his lips and tongue with yours. it was passionate, but calm somehow, even as his hand slid down to cup behind your thigh and bring your leg up to his hip.

when you pulled back, still only a breath away from his lips, you giggled like a teenager. "that's one hell of a hello, cowboy."

"yeah, well i missed you like hell, so..." he said, smiling before he kissed you again, his method staying the same despite him releasing your thigh and instead playing with the hem of your shirt. you smacked his hand as you broke away from him.

"literally anyone could walk up at any point, kayce dutton," you said, shaking your head as you breathed a laugh. "kiss me all you like, but i do not want our nine year old walking up to your hand up my shirt."

"i wasn't gonna," he defended, but his grin told you otherwise.

"sure you weren't," you said, rolling your eyes. "don't you got a wolf to track?"

"you're more important," he said, kissing you again, shorter this time though, and more needy as he tugged you in by your waist. "and anyways, like you said, they're out at night. i ain't gonna find any anytime soon anyways."

"if that's what helps you sleep at night," you laughed, one hand running through his hair as you pushed it out of his eyes.

"i'm not sleeping tonight," he said, smirking still. "whether it's from wolves or cougars though, that's up for debate."

"i'm not a cougar!" you said, pushing him away with a playful look of shock. "you're older than me!"

"i'm just messing with you, baby," he chuckled, pulling you back into his hold by your hands, his mouth by your ear when he continued. "but you sure do got the heart of one."

"and that means what, exactly?" you asked, raising your brows as you resisted the smile that insisted on pulling the corners of your lips up.

he winked at you, laughing lightly. "you know what it means."

you groaned, pulling him back to you to hold him by the shoulders, your forehead falling to rest against his collarbones. "i think being out here has made you a little wilder too, honey."

"ain't my problem," he said, kissing the side of your head. "herding cattle all day is boring business, baby. gotta keep it interesting somehow."

"i think herding cattle is entertaining," you mumbled. "gives me something to do."

"you say that because you ain't doing it all day everyday," he chuckled.

you rolled your eyes, sighing again.

"this summer camp is gonna be the death of me."

"but, it'll sure be more entertaining than staying home alone," he told you, grinning down at you. "c'mere."

he kissed you again, deeply as both his hands cupped your face below your jaw, earning a small smile from you. you kept your hands in his hair until he broke away and even after, smiling up at him happily.

"yeah, you're right," you hummed. "definitely more entertaining."

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It All Comes To Light

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: uhhh general angst- Hydra trauma & forced terminated pregnancy

Genre: angst & fluff

Summary: When Steve learns another detail of your traumas from Hydra you end up telling Bucky one of your most well-kept secrets

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Your eyes snap up at the slap of a manila folder on your desk where you're sketching. Steve is leaning against the wall by your door with his arms folded.

"What's with the folder?" You ask him with a confused frown.

"I knew you were taken by Hydra but you didn't tell me about this. Why not?" He asks. You let out a sigh as you flip it open. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were going to read in that folder. You went through a lot when Hydra kidnapped you and it's not a time you like to remember.

"H-how did you get this?" You ask him.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Steven,howdid you find this information? I'm serious."

"My last recon mission." He tells you.

"You had a recon mission at a Hydra base?"

"Well I wasn't sure if that's what it was but we found a bunch of their files there. This included. Tony was sorting them and when he saw your name he figured you'd feel more comfortable with me reading it."

"I would feel more comfortable reading it my damn self." You huff.

"I know but Tony thought that less biased eyes would be better in case there's some information we need."

"So now that you haven't found anything useful you figured you'd confront me about unshared trauma?"

"I haven't talked to Tony about the folder. And I won't. I just- we talked about what happened during your time at Hydra why, why didn't you tell me aboutthis?"

"Because Steven it was traumatic! I don't like to think about it. Everything about that time was awful but this? This was another level of cruelty to me. I love you but you can't expect me to share every detail of my time there. Has Bucky? He has nightmares still, does he tell you what happens in them? Do you expect him to? That is your best friend and Iknowhe doesn't recount his horrors in specificity. He doesn't share them all with me and that's a trauma we have in common. Why would I have told you about this?"

"Wait does Bucky know?" Steve asks.

"Absolutely not. Why would I tell him?" You shake your head.

"Why not? I think this concerns him."

"Not really. At the time I was forbidden from telling him. I mean they hardly even let me see him after that happened. Even if I could tell him it's not like they'd let him remember and it's been so long. We're different people now and we're in a good place. Both individually and together. I don't- I don't think there's any reason to tell him about any of it. I went through it, it almost broke me, and eventually, I healed. It took a long time but it happened before y'all found me. I don't think that's a wound I need to reopen just to share it with Bucky. He wasn't with me, he couldn't be and I think making him aware of that would hurt him more than he needs." You shrug.

"Y/n- I'm sorry you went through that and that you had to do it alone." Steve sighs.

"It's fine Stevie it's over. But- you haveto keep it to yourself. If you've gotta give the file back to Tony do it but Bucky doesn't need to know any of that. Can you respect my decision?" You stand up and hand the folder back to Steve.

"Of course, and I'll make sure Tony knows as well."

"Thank you." You mutter.

"I just- I have one last question."

"Ask away."

"I don't understand why they never told Bucky or why they forbid you from telling him. Even after it happened."

"It made me a distraction to Bucky. They made sure I- I wasn't a problem anymore it's why he barely remembers me from that time." You mutter.

"A distraction? To Bucky?" Steve frowns.

"Look I-" you stop yourself when you realize Bucky is walking into your room and Steve practically freezes when he turns around to look at you.

"What's this about you being a distraction?" Bucky frowns.

"Steve and I were just- talking about-"

"You being a distraction I heard. Have I ever made you feel like a distraction?" Bucky asks.

"No. Not you. It was- he had a question about something Hydra related."

"I'm confused why would Hydra have anything to do with you being a 'distraction'?"

"I wasalwaysa distraction for their precious Winter Soldier. It's why you don't remember much about our time together. They made sure to take care of any possibility of that." You muse.

"Y/n." Steve looks at you with a conflicted expression.

"You're being evasive on purpose aren't you?" Bucky's eyes dart between you and Steve.

"Tell him y/n." Steve sighs.

"Steve!" You glare at him.

"He deserves to know."

"You agreed to respect my decision."

"Yeah but now he's asking about it just- tell him."

"Hi yeah I'm still in the room." Bucky crosses his arms. "Y/n, what is he talking about?" He asks you and you sigh.

"I was pregnant and I never told you because Hydra made sure there was nothing to tell." You don't look at either of them as you talk.

"You were pregnant?" Bucky whispers.

"Yeah."

"And Steve, you told him?"

"Steve found outtoday because of a file found during a  mission and asked me about it. I told him not to tell you because it was a long time ago and it's not something I like to rehash. The distraction thing is- about why you never knew."

"It was my kid?" Bucky's brows knit together when he asks.

"Of course it was. They separated us because of it. You couldn't know and they couldn't let it happen again. It's part of why your memories of me are so vague."

"When you say they made sure there was nothing to tell-"

"They terminated the pregnancy." You say.

"Y/n-" Bucky breathes out your name with sadness in his eyes.

"It was for the best in the end." You shrug.

"For the best? They took our child away from you and you think that was for the best?" Bucky is incredulous.

"Did you forget how they treated us? Kept us in cages? You were there Bucky. How could a child be expected to endure that? Be realistic here we would not have had that child even if I gave birth to them. I'd have the kid and the moment they can walk those monsters would take them. He'd learn to shoot before he could count to one hundred. And as soon as they think he's old enough they'd start testing and there are only two ways that would've gone. The child turns out like you, or like me. So they keep them; a miracle, the Winter Solider can be genetically replicated through reproduction. Now, on top of all the other horrible shit they did to us, we're turned into breeding cows because the successful genetic mutation of one child means they'd now start trying to find what parts of your DNA and what parts mine make the best fucking super baby. They'd probably move the kid too, who at this point has spent so many years in this lab without us that they don't even know their parents. Or they move us, either way, we never see them or each other again. And the alternative; the kid's not like either of us. They have no use for a regular kid, so they throw them to the fucking wolves we still never see that child again. You and I both know we could not protect a child in that environment so yeah, I think it's for the best that they did not force me to bring a child into a world where neither of their parents could protect them." Your voice is loud by the end of your rant. It's a story you've walked through a hundred times before. Having Hydra end your pregnancy was hard, but you know it would be much harder to have a baby in that place knowing what it's like to be there.

"Y/n-" Bucky's voice is soft.

"Maybe it's cold to rationalize it this way but it's the only way I survived all the hell they put me through and I willnotfeel bad about it."

"You shouldn't feel bad." He tells you. "You're right, I mean- you usually are. I guess I just, you've had all the time in the world to think about it. I'm only just processing all of this information right now. I didn't even know I could have kids." He frowns.

"Neither did I. They caught it so quick, before I even knew it was happening." You shake your head. Bucky wraps his arms around you in a tight hug that has tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry you've been carrying this alone." Bucky says.

"Y/n- I'm really sorry for forcing you to go back down that road. You have our support. Always. I shouldn't have asked. It's- not my business." Steve mutters.

"It's fine Steve, you're my friend. It's not unreasonable that you'd ask about it." You sigh.

"No one likes reliving their trauma, but nothing that happened to you there will ever make anyone here love you less. Okay?" Bucky looks at you.

"I know."

Sometimes it's hard to deal with, what happened to you there was beyond imaginable but it's part of your story. You can't erase it even if you lock it away in the recesses of your mind and while you'll never say you're okay with that trauma, you know without it you wouldn't be where you are now. It was the worst time of your life but you came out the other side to something better than you ever thought you'd get.

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[hexgaywire]

LUXIEM Bedtime Routine

Writing type: Headcanons

Rating: SFW

Total Word count: 1036≈(before edits)

Other notes: Implied some sort of established relationship with the reader (you can interpret as platonic or romantic, it's up to you)

Featured?: Ike, Myta, Vox, Luca, and Shu

Author comment: HA! with a blog name like mine you'd expect a XSOLEI headcanons first but gotta keep them guessing ig.... Please enjoy;; my headcanons are a stream of my consciousness if anything; I haven't written anything publicly in like a year ahaha (killme)

Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.

Bedtime routine:

Always has a cup of sleepy time tea before bed

Will force you to drink one too (because you both have no sleep schedule <3)

For nights where you both go to sleep on time, skin care routine

Hear me out.... I'm talking face masks, creams the full sends baby

Once all of that is taken care of y'all will eventually change into whatever you sleep in (Oliver-sensei outted Ike the other day for sleeping in only boxers lmfao but that's not relevant)

He will spend at least an hour reading in bed before falling asleep, be prepared with a sleeping eye mask maybe?

Or start a night time books club with him because he will not change this

He is a novelist after all

Once he's done reading and the glasses come off, one of two things will happen

He will fall asleep immediately

Or you guys will be up for the majority of the night talking about deep stuff

You know those sleepovers you have with your homies where it gets deep, that's what I mean

Regardless what time you pass out you are sure to sleep safe next to Ike!

Extras:

Ike doesn't strike me as a guy who likes to cuddle in bed, if anything you accidently snuggle up to him he'll shuffle away from you

He sometimes will fall asleep at his desk which is a habit he only started since streaming, back when he was novelist he didn't have this problem for some reason

Ike sleeps with like one blanket? I hope you like the cold &lt;3

Bedtime routine:

I feel like Mysta's bedtime routine is a wildcard, you never know what he's gunna be doing to eventually end up in bed

You brush your teeth and he goes "OoOOoh I knew I was forgetting to do something."

Sleeping feels more like a chore to him then a necessity

You'll catch this man up at 3 am playing Minecraft and he'll still be like "Oh shit, is it bedtime?"

He's a piece of work to even get him to start to migrate towards the bedroom

Once he finally changes and lays down; he's kind of like Ike, where he'll immediately pass out or will spend hours talking to you

However the conversations are more like "Why is cheddar cheese orange do you think?"

GOOGLE IT IDK I'M TIRED

Once he finally falls asleep he 100% mumbles in his sleep, you find it endearing as you slip on a pair of headphones or earplug's

Extras:

Opposed to Ike; you will wake up either cuddling or being cuddled by Mysta

Despite the struggle to get this man into bed, he sleeps better next to someone

Known to occasionally sleep walk

You found him in the bathtub one time it was kinda scary

He firmly denies this ever happened

Bedtime Routine:

Vox is very ritualist when it comes to bedtime

He's also a very sleepy demon and enjoys maximizing his sleep to its full extent

So with him it's very "no nonsense"

He takes a shower

Blow-dries and cares for his hair

He brushes his teeth (While still in a towel)

Again h e a r m e o u t....

He's a voice demon that came back to life, he has a skincare routine for bedtime (Still in a towel btw)

All luxury products of course

After that he change into something comfy

For some reason after all of that this man sleeps in mismatched socks like a sociopathy

Once y'all lay down he'll watch some stupid memes on his phone of a bit or do some light reading

There is no in between

Once he's done however he is out like a light, usually within an arms reach of you

Extras:

Similarly to Mysta, you will wake up in his arms

It's funny because he insists it's entirely your doing

On the rare occasions where he can't sleep he'll get up and cook something

He says it helps him relax

The delicious aroma however wakes you up and the two of you share a lovely midnight snack

Bedtime Routine:

Luca tends to stay up really late

This is partial because of old work habits (if no ones awake to see you get rid of a body then it isn't a problem)

Luca like Vox though has bit of a ritualist bedtime getting ready routine though

Shower

Brush teeth

Change

Without fall no matter how late into the night (morning) it is

Once in bed, he crashes

The man is out like a light

I think because his bedroom is definitely his own space he feels at ease and can just doze off

It does help that he has a very nice bed I guess too

Once again you know you can sleep safe next to Luca, he wouldn't let anything disturb you

Extras:

Like Mysta, Luca does occasionally talks in his sleep, but not nearly as loud as Mysta does

He doesn't strike me as the cuddling type either, i think if you tired it wake him up

Despite being able to sleep easily he also wakes up super easily

Again probably due to his pat

Fear not though, once Luca let's his gaurd down again he passses out pretty quickly again

Bedtime routine:

Shu, like Ike, has a big cup of tea before bed

He swears up and down that drinking something warm before bed gets you to sleep faster

He's also diligent with his night time hygiene needs

Once again; for the final time, I'm asking you to hear me out

Skin

Care

Routine

You cannot sit here and tell Mr. Shu Sorcerer Yamino (eyyyyyyyyy) doesn't take good care of his skin

Off track but anyway

Kind of like Luca, once he's in bed he is out

I also feel like Shu snores but like not loud? It's kinda like white noise (like listening to ocean??)

Sleep well sweet sorcerer

Extras:

Shu is also not a cuddler, he's more the type to like accidently fall out of bed if you snuggle up to him

He doesn't like feeling the extra body heat on him while he sleeps

Off topic again but he also has a strict morning routine which consists of him getting up early

He's be trying to get you on board but like sleep ya know?

(My request are open plz send me some)

[quintessencewrites]

I'm IronHeart

college student! Riri x college student!fem!black! reader

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-” 

“You only like it when its pretty?”

A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

Warnings: Angst!!! suggestive tones, no actual smut though (sorry, y'all this one is just a tease), fluff, N-word usage, explicit language, implied cheating, some of y'all might not like how reader and Riri talk to each other, but it's just their dynamic, and I think it's cute (I also like em toxic, though sooo), probably some that I missed.

Word Count: 6.6k

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @6-noir @ihearttish @vampzxi @verachii @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @sapphicvqmpires @pocketsizedpanther @oceean @venusdraco-deactivated20230701

“Nah, baby, you ain’ listening to me-”

“I’m listenin’, you just wrong-” Riri’s chuckle was deep, her vocal cords vibrating through the smoke clouding her lungs. 

A once-fat blunt sat snug between her index finger and thumb, passing from her parted brown lips to yours, sitting so prettily and plump.

“Well, if you listening, you ain’ hearing me.”

Riri’s free hand was tangled in your curls, tugging at your scalp every so often. The scent of sativa would be embedded in your tresses, coating the bedding beneath you. The two of you were stuck, your highs weighing heavy on your limbs and freezing you in a statuesque space.

 You laid between Riri’s legs, your head against her torso, eyes closed and finger waving at nothing in particular, illustrating your point for your stubborn girl to follow. 

“I’m not tryna hear you, ma-”

It wasn’t a real argument. The two of you were stifling giggles through your disagreement, both trying hard to get your points across. 

“I’m just saying, Ri-”

“Uh huh,” she lulled lazily.

“If she was a good superhero, she wouldn’t have to hide her identity!”

“What if she’s a good superhero because she hides her identity?” Riri countered.

Her rebuttal had you stuck for a moment, your usually quick mind slowed greatly due to your intoxication. 

“No? No, that’s not how that works, Ri-”

“It is-”

“It isn’t! Tony Stark was Iron Man, right?” You were upright at this point, right hand squeezed tight into a fist, punching your open hand to accentuate your statements. “Iron Man was a good superhero, and we knew his identity.”

Riri’s mouth was open, but your words were trampling hers.

“T’Challa didn’t hide that he was The Black Panther-”

“But-”

“And neither did Shuri! She goes to our school for fuck’s sake-”

You were giving her no chance to argue back, your voice climbing octaves each time she tried to speak.

Your chin fit in Riri’s hand like a perfect puzzle and she used it to draw you near her, taking what was left of the barely-there joint and embedding it between your lips. “Shh, baby. You gotta let me talk.”

The prolongtivity of your high redirected your attention and Riri took her chance to make her counter-point, albeit, a pathetic one.

“Spiderman’s a great superhero, and we don’t know his identity.”

Silence was your only response and your eyes darting to the ground brought a slick smirk to your girl’s face.

“You saying Spiderman not a great hero?”

“I ain’ say a thing-”

“Exactly-”

Your snicker came out much louder than you intended, but Riri wasn’t jarred by it. “You gave me one hero to prove your ‘secrecy is better’ bullshit and he’s another one of Tony’s lackeys. I gave you three, one of whom, IronHeart took her identity from to begin with!”

“She ain’ take her identity from nobody-”

“Fine, her “mentor” then,” the air-quotes emphasizing your words were full of sarcasm.

“Her mentor, who inspired her-”

“She was so inspired that she copied the suit, but wanna keep her name a secret?  I just wanna see the little white girl who got a chance with Tony Stark because of daddy’s money.”

Riri’s mouth hung open, shock furrowing her brows and stunting her words. The corners of her mouth twitched, unsure if she should laugh or scowl. Little sounds crept from the back of her throat and they couldn’t come together to form a full sentence. 

Laughter poured from your lips, the expression on her face tickling you greatly. Slight giggles grew to guffaw chuckles, producing an annoyed eye roll from the girl sitting across from you. 

The weight of the bed shifted as she stood, head shaking at your goofy ass. “Not a damn thing funny, y/n.” Riri’s words were stoic, though one look at her face revealed the smile she failed to hide. 

“N-no, no, don’t go, baby. I’m sorry-” the half-assed apology came out in gasps, trying and struggling to catch your breath as your laughter died down.

“No, you not. Gon laugh at me right in my face-” Ri grumbled, walking across the room to retrieve her bag.

You rose to your knees, arms reaching for Riri, feigning her hurt in the corner of your room. “I am, I am, Ri. Come on, you don’t gotta leave-”

She takes a step back toward you, letting your hand enclose around hers while she brought her free one up to her face. LED numbers blared from the watch clapsed on her wrist. “Actually, I do, baby. I was supposed to be gone ten minutes ago.” Riri only had five minutes before her chem class was set to start without her and the quick thought to skip it crossed her mind. 

You were many things, though a mind-reader wasn’t one of them. You could have had Riri fooled, however, with the way your next words mirrored her thoughts.

“Skip it-”

She could- Bast knows how badly she just wanted to get back into bed with you, riding out this high you were experiencing together-

But she wouldn’t.

“I can’t, baby-”

“You can!” Your shoulders jumped slightly with the wince produced from hearing how whiny you sounded.

“I can’t.” Her no was final. “I gotta get a good education-” Ri stepped closer, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. “So I can get a good ass job-” A duplicate kiss landed on your cheek. “And make a lot of money-” And the other cheek. “So I can afford to keep your bougie ass happy.” This time her lips touched yours, softly. 

You wanted so badly to deepen the kiss, to graze your tongue against hers and taste the smokiness off of it. Before you could snake your hands around her neck and pull her down into you, Riri pulled away, causing an annoyed sigh to escape your parted lips. 

“When you coming back?”

Riri’s hand ran across her face, her slender fingers pressing against her temples just slightly. “Um, probably late tonight. I got statistics after chemistry and we got an exam tomorrow so I need to study without any distractions.” She looks pointedly at you when ‘distractions’ falls from her mouth. 

Your eyes are suddenly drawn to the carpet beneath her planted feet, not trying to hear her go on again about her failed physics test a few weeks ago. “Haines let you make it up though and you passed the second time-”

Mhm, she hums quietly. “Just lemme get your spare, in case you sleep when I get here.”

Still avoiding eye contact, you point to your messy desk on the other side of the room and Riri strides over to it to retrieve the key before heading to your door. Her five minutes have long gone and she’s going to have to sprint across campus to make it to class, a task she’s not looking forward to. 

“No goodbye kiss?” You question in a final attempt to change her mind.

It doesn’t work. “Mwah,” Ri’s lips pucker in your direction and just as quickly as it opened, the heavy door shuts behind her. 

Too many hours have passed. Your eyelids grew heavy not too long after Riri had left and what you’d promised yourself would be “just a quick nap,” turned into you peering back into the world nearly five hours later.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath, sitting up slowly with the ache of sore muscles almost pulling you down once more. 

The sky beyond your open window was dark, a deep pitch-black coating everything in its cloak. Classes had ended long ago and Riri was probably holed up in her room, her nose buried in a book as thick as she. 

When her tiny frame took place in the seat across from you in the cafe the next morning, it did so with a thud full of exhaustion.

Her head stayed down, her eyes cast on the croissant untouched before her. 

“Fuck wrong with you?” You questioned, elbows pressing into the table, through a mouthful of fruit. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“What happened to starting a sentence with ‘good morning’”? Her face rose slowly and it didn’t take you long to notice the imperfection running across her otherwise perfect skin. 

It was long, stretching from her left cheek, across the bridge of her nose and stopping just short of her right eye. The thin mark had already begun to scab over but it’s undertones were a deep red and the damn thing looked painful. 

Panic was your first reaction, your hand darting out to imbed your index finger and thumb into her cheeks and draw her face closer. “What the fuck happened to you?” You turned her head every which way, inspecting the mark with careful eyes. 

Riri was silent. 

“Hello? Riana Williams-”

“You don’t gotta use my government-”

“What the hell happened to you? You said you was gonna hit the books, you ain’t say they was gonna hit you back.”

The tiny smile that played across her lips softened your heart just a bit. “You think you funny?”

“No, but you do.” Your hand dropped from her face, finally releasing her from your hold. “What did you do?”

Riri’s mouth opened, but the words didn’t want to come out. She fumbled about them, pausing for a moment before a sigh was the only thing she could respond with. 

“Nothing, baby. Just a little accident in the garage-”

“Garage? When was you in the garage, Ri? I thought you was gonna go to class and study-”

“And I did,” her hands reach across the table to grab both of yours, bringing them to her lips for a brief kiss. “Went to make some alterations to a project for my metallurgy class. Fell asleep there last night.”

“Okay, but even so, you know to be careful, Riana-”

“You gon stop calling me-”

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-” 

“You only like it when its pretty?”

A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

She catches the palm of your hand with her lips in a quick kiss before rising to her feet. “We hanging after class?”

You’re peering up at her with pretty brown eyes, so round, so full of life they sparkle. “You got time for me with all the studying you got to do?”

Her gaze scans the watch that never leaves her wrist, pretending to analyze it for a moment before responding. “I can pencil you in. 6?”

“Oh you can pencil me in?” Laughter rings through your words, flowing straight to Riri’s ears, mimicking your actions. “Get your goofy ass gone.”

“Love you,” Her lips touch your forehead much too quickly for your liking before her steps retreat and the sway of her hips hypnotize you as she leaves.

The day goes by too fucking slowly, the little hands on the clock barely moving, as though to tease you. Each class drags on and on and on, until the sun finally sets on the horizon, threatening to bring the day to an end. 

The time had rounded out well past 6. 

“If you gon cancel on me, at least have the decency to say so-” The phone sat balanced between your cheek and shoulder, keeping the receiver close to your ear as you moved about your room, trashing the rose petals that littered your sheets and stashing the already wrapped blunts on your bedside table. 

“We gon work on your greetings, baby.” Riri spoke, voice deep and stuffy.

“Riri, cut the shit. Where you at and why it ain’t my bed?”

“Because I’m in my bed, baby.” She sniffled, throat thick.

“Why? And why you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“You sound gross.” 

“Damn, thanks. I ain’ feeling good-”

“Probably cuz you slept in that cold ass garage last night instead of next to me where you was supposed to be-.”

Riri paused, allowing your sarcasm to cut her sentence straight down the middle. “I’m gonna just kick it here tonight, baby.”

You’d be lying had you said you weren’t upset. Riri had been around you sick more times than you could count; this time didn’t have to be any different. “A’ight, well, want me to bring you something? Soup or some shit? We can just chill in bed with a movie? I can hold you-”

This time it was Ri who cut you off. “I’m good, baby. I’ll just rest tonight and we can make it up tomorrow.”

The swiftness with which she rejected you stung, along with the tears forming behind your lids. “Okay,” you answered bluntly.

Riri could hear the hurt in your voice, wanting to alleviate it just as she’d caused it, but she pressed onward. 

“Okay, baby. Love you.”

She hadn’t even given you time to repeat the words of affection before she’d hung up.

The more minutes that passed, the more time angry thoughts had to stir in your mind. Moving from your couch to your bed to your desk chair wasn’t enough to calm your maddened nerves. Your feet continued to shuffle, though they brought you nowhere. 

Riri was pulling away, acting all funny and shit. Maybe it was the stress of school, the end of the academic year nearing, finals looming over your heads. You could imagine her, sickly and snotty, buried beneath a stack of textbooks. 

Your hands worked quicker than your mind had the time to process. The only remedy food you had was the canned crap, but it would have to do. Keys in one hand and can in the other, you trekked into the night. 

She’d feel some type away about you interrupting her studying; maybe be slightly annoyed by your risk to her germs, but there wasn’t a single fiber in you that cared. 

The night air was warm and damp, the walk to her dorm a rather short one. 

One quick knock, followed with silence. Riri’s door remained shut, without a sound on the other end. Another knock, then one more before you grew impatient. “Ugh, I got that damn key somewhere-” The keys on your ring jingled too loudly in the quiet hall. There were too many keys, all similar shapes and most not having a lock to open.

You tried one and failed. Your girl was a hard sleeper; it was no surprise that she didn’t stir to let you in if she wasn’t awake. Another key was inserted into the lock carefully, and that too failed.

“Shit-”

The wooden door rattled beneath your knocks, attempting once more to pry it open with a different key. Your sigh of relief echoed off the still walls when the key turned and the lock clicked. 

You entered the room slowly, not wanting the light from the hall to wake your sleeping girl in her dark space. On the tips of your toes and with the gentlest fingers, you shut the door behind you until its hinges locked in place and the darkness in the room swallowed you once more. 

Shoes at the door and keys beside them, you turned to look about the room, expecting to see Ri hunched over her desk with drool falling from her lips or in her bed, covers drawn over her head. 

To say you were surprised to see neither was an understatement. Her desk sat clean and bare, her bed unmade but untouched. 

Bathroom; she’s gotta be in the bathroom.

You walked toward the door, gathering your weight on the knob until it gave way. It was dark, empty. 

Riri was nowhere to be found in the small space. Several thoughts ran through your mind and none of them made sense. 

Maybe she went to get food? Your phone illuminated the dim dorm and the line trilled, over and over and over again before it was the voicemail that greeted you and not Riri’s voice. 

Maybe she went for a walk? Again, the line rang and rang and rang, and again, there was no answer. 

Maybe she went to get meds? The line didn’t even ring anymore; each call was answered by an automated voice messaging system.

60 minutes passed with you seated on Riri’s bed, full of worry. 

90 minutes passed and you shifted from the bed to the loveseat with worry turned to anger.

Two and a half hours later and sleep began to weigh heavy on your lids as you sat behind her desk.

Three hours later, you got up and walked out of her room, leaving behind the unopened can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and the spare key to her dorm. 

Your sleep was restless, interrupted by frequent glances at your phone screen, expecting, hoping for a missed call from Riri. Hell, even a text would have sufficed. 

There was nothing. 

Worry swept through you once more, seated at the same table the two of you met at each and every day, alone. 

Should you go to the police? Or campus security? Maybe the dean-

The chair across from you slid away from the table with an awful scraping noise as metal kissed metal and in plopped Riri.

Her hands held a heavy plate, balanced with toast and eggs, bacon and fruit. There was more food than there was Riri to consume it, but she dug in as though she hadn’t tasted food in weeks. 

You couldn’t help the look of bewilderment that you were sure posed itself upon your face. There was no way that was really Riri; it had to be a mirage or a hallucination. You must’ve been losing your mind. You had to be.

She finally looked up, eyes wide and mouth full. “You want some?” Riri gestured to the plate sitting in front of her, half its contents already in her stomach.

An ugly scoff crept from the back of your throat and she reeled back, just slightly. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Your neck jumped forward, your curls falling from the top of your head as it cocked to the side. “Nigga, are you forreal right now?” your voice was low, words hissing out between your clenched jaw.

Her sculpted brows furrowed at the center, a deep frown taking place on her cheeks. “What’s your problem, ma?”

The anger that boiled within you almost escaped in a growl, teeth barren at the oblivious girl before you. “Riri, where the hell were you last night?”

“What?” she asked through a bacon-stuffed mouth. “I was in my room, baby. I already told you I would be there-”

You almost jumped across the table at her. She gon sit there and lie to your face? That’s what we were doing now?

“Riana Goddamn Williams-”

“Ion like hearing my name come out your mouth like that-”

“I don’t give much of a fuck what you like right now, Riri. It’s taking everything in me to not fuck you up- Where were you?”

“I was in my room-”

“Was you in your room when I came by? Hm? Cuz I couldn’t find you. You invented invisibility or some shit?”

The hand holding toast stopped just short of her lips as your words sank in. “You came by?”

If it were even possible, your face contorted further, anger, no, fucking rage had you vibrating like the phone she didn’t answer. “You didn’t even notice? The can of soup I brought to nurse your lying ass back to health? The key I fucking left? I was there for three fucking hours, Ri-”

Riri’s eyes flashed. “You left your key?”

You ignored her. “The dozens of calls I left you? You ain’ notice none of that shit?”

“Calls?” She dropped the food back onto her plate, hands patting at the pockets on her jeans. “Phone, where’s my phone?”

“Wow,” her actions pulled forth a deep hurt. She hadn’t even noticed.

“Baby, I-”

The deep sound of a throat clearing stole your attention away from each other and to the curly-haired girl standing just short of where you were seated. 

Shuri Udaku.

She looked uncomfortable, lips tucked between her teeth, hand held out toward Riri awkwardly. “Um, my bad. I don’t mean to interrupt-” She stumbled over her words, her soft voice barely loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the crowded cafeteria. “Riri, you, uh, left this last night-”

If looks could kill, Riri would be six feet under and then some. The slow turn of your head back in her direction was scorching, your glare burning a hole so deep into her skull, she winced. You watched her carefully retrieve whatever was in the girl’s hand, moving slowly, as if moving too quickly would cause the thing to ignite. 

It was her phone, screen cracked. The wallpaper displayed a broken image of you and your lover, one where your lips were locked together, now fractured straight down the center, separating the two of you and confining your still images on separate sides of the screen. 

The sound that came from you was drawn from deep, and pooled with pain. Your mouth hung open, stuck in the position as words struggled to come together and form a sentence. 

Riri’s hands flew in front of her, as if they could be a shield from your fury. “I-in the garage, right Shuri?” She turned to the Panther, still standing there with a look of pure confusion written across her face. 

“W-we was just in the garage, baby-”

No more. You didn’t want to hear anymore. Standing to your feet was an uneasy task, your legs wobbling beneath you, threatening to give out. In a swift motion, your bag was swung over your shoulder and through blurred vision, you let your feet guide you to the exit.

“Y/n-” Riri called out, moving as though she were about to follow you. A large hand rested on her shoulder, holding her back and pulling her away. “Ri, we gotta go-”

A day full of missed classes and tears with ugly cries and snot and sobs that wrecked your body from the inside out. 

Two days full of missed calls and so many unread texts that you’d lost count. Your blankets smelled like her, so you slept on the floor in a jacket. Her hoodie, her favorite hoodie laid across your desk chair, untouched. Her shoes sat beside your door, her toothbrush in your bathroom. The very dorm room you couldn’t pull yourself from reminded you so much of the one you didn’t want to remember.

Three days before sadness turned to anger, unadulterated fucking fury. Her favorite hoodie was nothing more than shreds of thick fabric, scissors thrown on the floor beside them. Her shoes drawn all over with your mascara brush, filled with vegetable oil, with awkward holes from the scissors made into their design as well. Her toothbrush had taken a swim in the toilet, then outside across the carpeted hallway before being thrown back into the toilet.

You’d reached that point of grief where sleep was a thing that no longer existed. The clock above your door read just past 3am and you had yet to close your eyes and rest. The shoes beside the door caught your eye again, along with the pieces scattered across the room that you’d cut out of them.

There was always a chance that Riri was awake right now… She’d want her shit back eventually-

You didn’t sit long enough to talk yourself out of the idea, instead gathering all of her now-destroyed belongings into a grocery bag and heading for the door.

The walk from your dorm to hers was instinctual, your footsteps falling into the same pattern they’d taken every night for the past two years. You stood in front of her door, arms by your side, thoughts racing. You’d returned your key, and hadn’t made a copy, and if you knocked, your ‘surprise’ would be ruined.

You started to turn away, doubt beginning to pool your mind. Maybe you should just go- 

Something in you told you to just try, to push on the door handle and see if it opened beforeheading home and admitting defeat.

Riri was smarter than that, so you thought. She wasn’t gonna be sitting in her room, this time of night, with the damn door unlocked-

The poor girl had truly been slacking, because the heavy door gave way, creaking quietly as you stepped into the dark space. 

Her room was pitch black and undisturbed, so quiet that the sound of you closing it seemed to have echoed.

You looked about the room, eyes searching for Riri. A deep, disgusting feeling settled in the pit of your stomach when you thought that maybe she wasn’t there. Maybe she was with the Princess, laid up in her bed the same way she used to lay in yours-

A low, breathy sigh floated through the air from the bed in the corner of the room and you stared for a moment, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. There, in her bed, was a large figure. It’s chest rose and fell with each silent breath, inhaling and exhaling to its own rhythm.

You were truly tired of being angry, though it truly angered you, seeing her be able to rest so easily, so peacefully, while sleep, or peace, or fucking stillness refused to visit you, leaving you up, sick and anxious over feelings she’d caused-

You hadn’t realized your feet drawing you closer to Riri’s bed until you were nearly beside it. A foot hung over the side of the mattress, but it was large. Too large to be Riri’s, the petite girl only wore a size 7-

The same could be said for the arm that had escaped the blanket. It was thick and- red? The material held a reflection, though there was no light present in the room.

What the hell-?

The thought couldn’t even be completed in your mind. You stepped beside the bed, fully taking in the monster taking your Riri’s place. This was some red riding hood and the wolf disguised as granny shit-

Your eyes traveled slowly, up and around, soaking up every bit of unfamiliarity before you, from the blackened hand with a crucified pit in the palm to the black emblem in the center of the chest, outlining a glowing blue “V”. You squinted, mind racing. You’d seen that crest before, but where?

The further north your vision moved, the harder your heart thumped behind your chest. The scarlet metal continued upward, protecting it’s wearer’s throat, and scalp, leaving an opening across the face where a mask would be-

But there is no mask.

Your hand flies to your mouth to conceal the scream that almost climbs from your bosom. Those eyes, you know those eyes, shaped like almonds, so dark and wise, shut behind the smoothest lids and prettiest lashes. 

You knew that nose, the one you glued your lips to so often, just to watch it scrunch up, an accessory to that smile, behind those lips you knew so well. The feel of them, their shape. You could map out every indent, every wrinkle on those precious lips. 

It was a hard sight to take in in silence, peering down on Riri’s face as though she lay in a coffin. She was so still, so silent, that had it not been for the rise and fall of her chest, you wouldn’t have been sure she was alive.

Your eyes fell to the symbol on her chest once more, mind trying so hard to place it. You knew that symbol, you knew you knew that symbol, but where-

Images of IronHeart flashed through your mind without permission.

IronHeart, who had a whole YouTube channel dedicated to sightings of her.

IronHeart, who almost always fought alongside The Black Panther- Shuri.

IronHeart, the little white girl who’d gotten a chance with Tony Stark because of daddy’s money.

IronHeart, who was your Riri.

You could feel your breath catch in your throat as the pieces fell into place.

You needed to go. You stumbled backwards, steps failing you, hand still drawn over your mouth as bile threatened to make its way up. The room was suddenly too small, the hallway was too small, the damn building was too small. 

The air outside was warm, and the gasp you inhaled was quickly followed by a sob that emptied your lungs of the air you’d just blessed them with. 

You didn’t know how, but your feet were moving, bringing you back to the solitude of your own room and finally failing you when you reached your door. It would have been a pathetic sight to see, you on all fours, sobbing loudly, face drenched as you crawled through your front door and shut it again behind you. 

Your back slammed against the heavy oak, your knees bending until your thighs met your chest. The sounds that were coming from your mouth were ugly, the tears bulbous. 

My God, My God. She had been lying to you. For months, for years, maybe longer? You weren’t worthy enough to share her secret, not trusted enough to know her identity, to take part in her double life. 

There were too many fucking thoughts and it was too fucking late at night, and the tears in your eyes and exhaustion in your muscles did nothing to keep you awake long enough to battle those feelings. Sleep took you under, quickly and stealthily, not even giving you a chance to make it to the bed first.

And yet, somehow, you awoke in your bed, the blanket drawn to your chin and the smell of Riri embedded in it bringing you a slight comfort.

Then memories of the night came flooding back and though your body begged you to do nothing more than remain horizontal, your mind shot you straight up. The room was bright, the sun already raised high in the sky and you couldn’t fathom what time of day it must’ve been.

What was left of the heart beating in your chest was already aching. It nearly beat right out of your body when a voice sounded off from across the room.

“Good morning.”

Her voice was low, deeper than usual, and coated in anything but pleasantries. Riri sat at your desk, dressed in all black, her signature gold chain adorning her neck, and her straight-back cornrows collected into a bun at her nape. 

So many emotions ran through you at once. Fear and desire, but the one that stood out, the one that had been most prominent these days, was rage. 

And it showed. Riri saw it immediately in your face, with the way your brows drew together and the corner of your mouth curled into a snarl. Your nose scrunched and your glare burned. 

She could hear it in your words, your vocal cords tight, your voice sounding unlike yourself. “Get out-”

Riri’s sigh drew another emotion forth from you: annoyance. “When somebody says ‘good morning’, you’d typically say it back-”

Your feet hit the floor with a thud, and your restraint was a God-given thing. “Get out my room, Riri-”

The small girl stood as well, hands deep in her pockets. “Nah.”

An insincere chuckle escaped your lips, masking the disbelief that jumped out of you. “Nah? Fuck you mean ‘nah’, nigga-”

The space separating the two of you was barely a few feet and Riri closed it in no time. “Sit down, y/n-”

“I don’t take orders from you no more, Riri-”

“Sit down!” Her voice never changed octaves, but the firmness in her tone left no room for argument. You didn’t want to turn your back to her to climb back upon your lofted bed, instead trying (and failing) to hop on backwards.

Riri couldn’t sit and watch you struggle; her hands fell into place at your hips like they had so many times before and you pushed them off quickly, trying to remove them as if they burned. “Get your hands off-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Riri had you in the air and seated on your mattress. “Just accept the help, damn.”

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the two of you, you upon the bed, arms crossed, and Riri, pacing the room, hands rubbing the back of her neck.

“You know; I know you know.”

“Know what?”

Riri pauses her stride long enough to look at you with a sad smile. “C’mon, baby, you ain’t never been stupid.”

The tears that collect behind your eyes are traitors and you tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling and willing them back from which they came. “Yeah, Ri. I know.”

“You came by last night?”

“I came by last night.”

“Destroyed my shit?”

“You deserved it.”

When you brought your vision back on the girl standing across from you, the tears finally betrayed you. They ran over your lids silently, no sobs this time, no snot. 

Riri could only stare back, tears of her own threatening to swell and run over. 

“So you the little white girl with daddy’s money?”

Your words caught Ri off guard, an gross-sounding snort came from the back of her throat before the tears finally spilled and her hands flew to her face to catch them. “You know ain’ nothing in that statement true-”

“But you let me say it. You let me sit here looking stupid while you knew what was true and I didn’t-”

“How was I supposed to tell you, baby?”

“How bout, ‘Y/n, I’m IronHeart?’”

Silence took place between the two of you for a moment before Riri cleared her throat.

“Y/n, I’m Ironheart.” Riri’s voice trailed off and her hands flew to her face, catching the assortment of pillows you’d just chucked at her in retaliation.

“Nigga, you not fucking funny!”

“You right, you right, ma. My bad.” Riri tossed the pillows to the floor, taking baby steps forward, until the space between you was closed and your body was trapped by her forearms sinking into the mattress on either side of you and her head falling into your lap. 

You couldn’t help the hand that rose in response or the gentleness with which your fingers traced the parts between her braids. “How long?” 

“How long-?” Riri trailed off, not understanding the half-asked question you were presenting her with.

“How long you been a fucking superhero, Ri?” 

Her head sunk further into your thighs, as if she were trying to hide and you knew you wouldn’t like the answer.

“Only ‘bout six months-”

“Six months,” you repeated.

Mhm, she hummed back. “Six months. Had the suit built for a while, just to see if I could build it, but it was nothing like the one I got now-”

“Where that one come from? Your Princess get it for you?”

Her head rose quickly, furrowed gaze falling in line with yours. “My what? Shuri?”

Had your eyes rolled any harder, they would have rolled right out your head.

Riri’s shook back and forth, her chain swaying in response. “Nah, ma. I ain’ never step out on you; you know it ain’ even like that. Shuri’s my nigga.” She stood just a bit straighter, bringing your faces together and resting her forehead on yours. “You my Princess.”

The anger that still resided within you told you to just push her away.

But you didn’t. You let your eyes close and a sweet sigh escape your lips. “But you been lying to me.”

“I have-”

“For six months-”

“A secret identity a secret for a reason, baby-”

“But Shuri knew-”

Riri was standing at her full height, though it was still just a tab bit shorter than you. “Stop, baby, that ain’ the same thing! Shuri got this shit running through her veins; she can protect herself and her own if somebody pose a threat. She got a whole goddamn army behind her, y/n!”

“So-”

The way her eyebrow jumped to the top of her face, the way her eyes darkened and her scowl deepened, told you to shut the fuck up.

“Nah, y/n, lemme finish” her words were accentuated with a growl. “I’m new to this, baby, like hella new. All I got is a suit and a big brain. I couldn’t save myself when my vibranium detector got my ass into trouble; how the hell am I supposed to save you?”

For the first time in your life, you sat silent.

“Iron Man could afford to make his identity known; so can Shuri, and so could her brother. I can’t, baby, not yet. I got something to lose-”

“You don’t got to announce it to the world, Riri, but you could’ve told me!”

“I couldn’t at the time, baby.” Her words are softer, her voice much softer. You feel her hands grab at your waist, pulling you close and holding tight, as if you’d disappear if she were to let go. “You don’t know how to not be in control-”

“Bitch-”

The small chuckle Riri releases makes your toes curl, just slightly. “Lemme finish, ma. You don’t know how to not be in control, and if your little ass saw I was in any sort of trouble, you’d rush in to play ‘Captain Save-the-Day’.”

You couldn’t help the pout that played at your lips. She was right, but she ain’ had to say all that. “So?”

“So?” Riri gripped at your skin harder, her fingers sinking into the suppleness of your curves. “Y/n, baby, you got the big brain, but you don’t got the suit. Don’t got the army, don’t got this shit running in your blood.” Her voice gets tight again, her eyes locked in on yours. “I need you to hear me, y/n, forreal, when I say this shit, okay?”

She doesn’t get a response from you and frustration is fueling her movements. Her hand flies to your chin, gripping it hard and pulling your gaze firmly onto hers. “I need you to listen, y/n. You listening, baby?”

“I’m listening-”

“I don’t need you to save me. Ion need you running in after me, or nothing-”

“Ri-”

Her fingers are pressing into your side hard enough to leave indents now, and her hand has shifted from your chin to your cheeks as she sinks her thumb and index finger into either side. “Listen.” Riri’s voice is full of venom, emphasizing the seriousness of which you know she’s speaking. Your lips press together and all you can do in response is nod.

“I do not need you trying to save me,” each syllable is emphasized through her clenched teeth. “I got this-let me save the world, and you, okay?”

“What am I supposed to do, Ri? Watch you get beat around, wait for you to come back to me all bruised and battered?” your eyes travel to the remnants of the scar that snakes along her face. 

“Be my number one fan?” Riri’s voice rises with a slight tease. “Cheer me on, baby.”

“Go, Ri, go!” sarcasm is dripping through your cheer, but the smile on your face is genuine and it pulls forth an equally sincere one on Riri’s face.

Riri’s lips roll back, getting trapped between her pretty teeth, her smile threatening to break through wider. 

Hmm, she hums, eyes scanning your face. “I think I like how that sounds.”

[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - chapter 7

Summary: Things finally seem to look up for Y/N and she's looking forward to the little break from filming, she's closing in on the first semester and life is just good, but an unexpected appearance threatens to break down everything she's worked on the past months...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: very close to 5,000

Warnings: mentions of abuse, protective!Jensen, angst, so much angst, nightmares, Danneel is honestly the only sane person here

Transcription - Y/M/L - your mother language, Y/H/C - your home country

A/N: This is where things start to build up...

You were finally settling into the routine, the filming, school work, life in general. You finally found balance in your everyday life, and you can definitely thank Jensen for helping you with everything that came up along the way.

You were excitedly counting down the days until you get to go back to Austin and be there for the twins' birthday. You haven't been that excited about something in a long time.

But as of now, you, Jensen, Jared, and Misha are walking to get some lunch. Of course, Jared was being Jared and pulled yet another prank on Misha. And of course, taking in the fact how serious y'all are, Richard got sick and tired of y'alls bullshit and sent you to have some lunch and cool off before continuing with filming, for sake of his as much as yours.

"You are a monster!" Misha exclaimed, Jared laughing,

"I can't believe that what, 12 years later, you still fall for his stupid pranks," Jensen said, all three of you giggling as Misha groaned,

"I just might ask craft and supplies to buy me some popcorn for next time, cause you guys are my favorite movie to watch," you laughed, Jensen's phone ringing,

"Oh, it's Dee. Get me some steak and salad, kiddo. I'll catch up with you guys."

"I'm so gonna put something spicy in his meal," Jared giggled evily,

"Jared Tristan Padalecki woke up and chose violence," you said, Misha rolling his eyes,

"That's his default setting, kid," he stated, Jared nudging his arm playfully,

"Oh I love you too," Jared stated, taking his phone out, "I gotta check in with Gen. I'll take my meal when I make it. You keep a seat for me, kid," he said, ruffling your hair and drifting away as well,

"I'll just drop by and give Sarah my trench coat so that she can wash it up since this is not presentable anymore," Misha said, "Keep me a seat too! Preferably as far from Jared as possible," he called out from the distance, making you giggle as you showed him a thumbs-up, leaving to get some food.

While you were walking to the catering, you pulled your phone out to read over all the texts your friend, well, more sister, sent you. The time zones are kind of messing with your friendship but oh well, it's not like she's a night owl anyways, so you get to text very often. You caught up with all the texts from her and swapped to discord, where you had a group of close friends you'd study with whenever you needed company.

As you were walking you bumped into something, or someone. You immediately turned around after bumping into whatever it was, wanting to apologize for being a clumsy idiot if it was a person you bumped into.

But when you lifted your eyes up from the phone, you froze.

"Watch your steps, whore," a voice called you out, making you gulp. You swore you felt all will to live drained from your body and soul right there and now, as you stared at the person you'd never expect to see here. You were speechless, hands shaking as they put the phone back into your pocket. The person smiled at you evily, making your blood run cold, "Awww, what's the matter? Are you scared of your own mom?" you clenched your jaw, all the anger accumulating in you slowly but surely.

If she left from set without a bloody nose she should consider herself lucky. Everything was coming down but you still didn't know what to do. Do you attack, talk back, run away?

"Since when do you speak English? You don't even speak Y/M/L properly."

"I want to show you that everything is possible. Even me learning this filthy language," she began, "To prove you that you could have done exactly the same. You could have studied and become a scientist in Russia and-"

"Did you seriously travel for more than 30 hours just to tell me all of that shit over again?" you asked, huffing a laugh, "I can't believe this. You're still living in the past. I'm done," you pointed out, "I'm done being a puppet you control. I'm done being a punching bag you take all of your anger out on. I'm done being your daughter. I'm done being related to you. For all I know, I shouldn't be talking to a stranger."

"Drop the bullshit, bitch," she spat out,

"No, I'm not gonna drop it. I've had it up to here with you," you said, gesturing, "I'm done being manipulated and controlled, I'm done being beaten and hurt and called out. I don't deserve what you've done to me. You brought me into this world only to blame me for everything that has ever happened and to make me into this robot you control. I'm not supposed to be what you want me to be. I'm supposed to build my own future and make my own choices, whether right or wrong."

"I see you're still blind," she responded, "Me controlling you? How can you stay blind after all these years? I'm giving you a future!"

"A future?" you huffed, "This is my future. For the next few months, this is my future. My future is to finish high school, to make my own choices and be my own person. My future is to heal from everything you've fed me with. But then, you don't know of the term mental health, so you wouldn't know what I'm talking about."

"Stop being a bitch or I make you shut that filthy mouth of yours," she said, taking a step towards you, making you take a step back as you flinched,

"Yeah, that's how you deal with everything. Beat Y/N up. That's the only card you know how to play."

"You little blind bitch. I'm trying to secure your future, to make you successful!"

"And I can't do that by myself, in a branch I choose? I can't be a successful actress, or a video game designer, or a mathematician or a musician? It has to be medicine, biology, whatever the fuck the thing is on your mind? You are not doing anything but wanting to make me into this super famous person so you can show off to others how smart your daughter is. That same daughter you beat behind closed doors. Have you ever bragged about that? How gentle of a mother you are?"

"KIDDO!" Dean Winchester's voice in full swing echoed in the air and you felt a stone rolling off your heart as you saw him run towards you. He immediately grabbed you for your arm and pulled you aside. Though it was rough, it wasn't meant for hurting you, but for quickly moving you back behind him, where you were safe and out of reach for your mother,

"Oh great. The old fuck."

"Who the hell are you?" Jensen asked,

"Oh, you don't know!" your mother exclaimed, taking a step back. You grabbed at Jensen's flannel and pulled him three steps back with you. Jensen looked you in the eye and you must have had such a scared expression that he immediately dropped the attention on your mother and immediately turned to you,

"Kiddo, who is that?"

"My-my mother," you breathed, feeling your chest tighten up, "She's-she's my mother."

It took Jensen one swift motion to pick you up and settle you on his hip, same way Dean did to your character numerous of times before,

"You're safe. As long as my arms are around you, you're safe. I promise," he whispered.

You couldn't do much but lean your head against his shoulder as you tried to take deep breaths and not go into a panic attack,

"I want you to leave," Jensen spoke up, turning to face your mother, "You have no business being here. Go your own way."

"Oh, but she is my business," your mother spoke up. You shook your head and Jensen squeezed you tighter,

"Oh, look how gentle and soft you are with her. That's how you raise a whiny bastard. My methods haven't worked quite well, unfortunately, as she's still a whiny little bitch."

"Yeah, when you beat your daughter up with whatever comes to hand she craves for a soft touch, something that won't hurt her," he responded,

"What I was doing was raising a strong independent woman. Now, only thing I have left is to kick that bitchy attitude out of her and make her into a scientist so she can finally contribute to this family and be useful for once."

"Oh no, you're not coming near her," Jensen shook his head, "You aren't taking her anywhere."

"Oh sweetie, that's not your decision to make. Besides, I have no problem showing you a few moves I've used on her. I'm sure she'll obey after she revises them with me."

"No," you spoke up, Jensen still holding you tightly, "You're not going to hurt him."

"You be a grown-up and talk to your mother!" she exclaimed. You looked at Jensen, nodding. He gulped, letting you down but tightly holding you, your back pressing against his chest, "Now, about the parenting preferences. Don't you have three kids of your own? You should start using some belt on them if you want them to grow up strong and independent."

"Oh you don't tell me how to raise my children," Jensen growled, "I'm never going to hurt my kids. Whatever they do, I'd never hurt them."

"Oh, you're making a big mistake."

"Yeah, whatever makes you sleep better at night," he responded, "Children cannot in any way be responsible for whatever is happening in your life. Yes, they might break a glass, shatter a window, spill milk, crack their head open, but they are never doing things on purpose and when mistakes happen, you talk to them. You don't 'cure it' with a belt."

"Please, as far as I can tell, Y/N's grateful for my parenting preferences. Right?" you gulped,

"What's going on here?" Misha's voice rang, your mom groaning,

"You fuckers don't know what manners are, do you?" she asked, turning around to face Misha, "Don't interrupt a lady when she talks," Misha looked at her and Jensen was fast to drop on his knees and turn you to face him. You heard Misha talk back but all you were focused on was Jensen,

"Kiddo, hey, you're safe," he told you and you nod, "She's not gonna come near you. Did she hit you?" you shook your head, "You sure?" you nod, "Okay, that's good. How did she find you?"

"I-I don't know. I bumped into her when-when I was walking to-to get food," you stammered,

"Okay, we'll take care of it. Do you trust me?" you nod, "Good. Now, I'm here, and so is Mish, Jared will stumble up here as well. You're safe. We won't let her get you. Okay?" you nod again and he stood up, both returning to the pose you had before Misha showed up.

You could now tell Misha was in a heated argument with your mother.

"STOP!" Jensen exclaimed, Misha moving to stand right next to you. It seemed like he realized who she was and he took a protective pose in front of you as well.

"You know what, I should have hit you harder," your mother spoke, Misha gulping as he looked down to you for a second before looking back up,

"Yeah, mother of the year right here people!" he shot back,

"She's a sixteen year old child. She's got all the rights to be loved and to want a hug and to feel safe. Every single person, no matter their age, should be granted as much."

"She can't even do the right thing to save her life! That's where your gentle parenting bullshit leads. Now, I'm sure she's pretty useless here. Might as well hand it back to me."

"She's not an it," Jensen growled,

"Yeah!" Jared's voice rang and you turned around just in time for him to voluntarily pick you up and settle you on his hip, "She's our kid! So you might as well drop whatever plans you have with her because you'll have to walk over our dead bodies to get her."

"Wow," your mother huffed, "So despearate in need of a dad, you found three! But you never once cared about me, did you? I had to be alone for my entire life because of you! You drove your father away and I never got to be loved!"

"I was never responsible for anything that happened between you two," you yelled out, "Why didn't you abort me if he already didn't want me and you knew he was going to kick you out?"

"Well, I figured to make up for it by making you into a successful scientist and then we can go to him and-"

"So that is your brilliant plan? Rub it in? Do you understand that he has a wife and a daughter he loves. He doesn't care about you or me. And I'm sorry you went through that, but you had options and you chose to give birth to me. I had nothing to do with you and him. I was born and instead of being loved, I was all these years used as a puppet in your master plan of rubbing it in to him."

"What is it that you want?" Misha asked, obviously missing some context,

"Well, that idiot there is coming with me or she's going to suffer."

"I ain't letting her go," Jared spoke up, "So you might as well cross that off your to-do list and reschedule it for never."

"You've got a chance to fix all this," your mother warned you, "I won't beat you hard too."

"No," you spoke, "I'm happy where I'm standing right now and I'm not coming with you."

"Well, you had your choice. I can't wait to see you suffer," she responded, "The exact same way you made me suffer."

"She made you suffer? Because she wants to live her own life, make her own decisions? Or is it because she wants to be loved and cared for?"

"Don't you want what's best for your child?" she countered,

"We all do," Jared said, "But your definition of best seems to drift off from ours."

"We want our children to have a good life. But we don't dictate them," Jensen began, "We don't plan it all out for them. We let them be kids, let them play, learn, enjoy life, fuck up and slam against the wall and help them get back up. They are never going to have a plan they so blindly have to follow. What you wanted to do to Y/N, it's not fair. It's inhumane."

"Why won't you shut that ugly mouth of yours or I make you," she threatened, huffing, "No wonder you fit so well. Shit goes with more shit."

"You keep them out of your dirty mouth," you growled, "You wanna trash talk about me? Do it. Make the whole universe hear how bad of a daughter I am. But you don't dare talk about them like that. You don't know them."

"Oh, and you do? They'll just use you to get popular and then throw you out. That's when it'll hit you and you'll beg to come back," her mother began, "But I won't take you in then. You have one chance, and it's now."

"No."

Your mother gasped, fully not expecting the answer even though she's been given the same answer multiple times,

"W-What?"

"I said no," you repeated, "I told you I'm done. I'm not coming with you. This is where I stand, and I like it here. I'm done with you and your plans for me, for revenge on my father. It's over," you said, "We were getting lunch, guys," you spoke, the three nodding and walking away, brushing past your mother, but not without resistance. She jumped at you, presumably, but Jensen was in the way and had no problem grabbing her and pulling her away while Jared moved quickly, still holding you in his arms and Misha bolted, probably for security.

"You are not," he began, locking arms around her, her long nails scratching his skin, "Going to," he picked her up, "Come near my kid," he took a step back, "Ever again." he growled in her ear, dragging the two of them away, "You wanna make her suffer?" Jensen asked, letting her mother go and she immediately maintained a safe distance from him, "Huh? You wanna make a little kid suffer?" he repeated, your mother bolting to attack him again, long nails managing to get to his face before he grabbed her wrists, "Bad idea. Cause if you touch her, you have a lot of people breathing on your neck. And I am the first one," he said, going into her face. Only thing your mother could do is hysterically scream into Jensen's face until the security showed up and they dragged her away.

As soon as she's being dragged away, Jensen is running to you and Jared and you caught Misha with the corner of your eye. You couldn't be fooled, as all three had terrified expressions on their face,

"She's okay," Jared spoke up as soon as Jensen was within arms length. He took you from Jared's arms and hugged you tightly. You couldn't do much but return the hug and let both of you calm down from your high.

"How did she get through the security?" Misha spoke up,

"She-She probably paid her way in," you responded, going to hug Misha and then Jared, "I'm sorry for causing a scene."

"There's nothing to apologize for, munckhin," Jared shook his head as he squeezed you tightly, giving you one of his famous moose hugs,

"I scared you. All three of you," you responded, looking back at Jensen, "And she hurt you too."

"What's important is that she didn't hurt you," Jensen responded, smiling weakly for you, "Don't apologize. You didn't pick your mother."

"But still-"

"Don't," Misha shook his head, "We're all okay. And Jensen's right. What matters is that you're not hurt."

"What in the ever-loving fuck happened?!" Richard exclaimed as he walked up to you,

"My mother somehow managed to break through the security."

"She's fucking mental!" he exclaimed, "Are you guys okay?"

"More or less," Jensen responded,

"Oh man, get someone to clean that up," Rich frowned, "Listen, if she broke through the security that means we have a rat somewhere around."

"I'll fire the current security and ask Cliff to make me a list of most trusted ones," Jensen said, "I'll set it all up."

"But until that's set up, we're taking a break," Richard said, "I gotta look around people here too. I don't know who she might be working with. I'll need time."

"Guys, really, you don't have to-"

"All of our safety is compromised with that mental bitch loose. Yes, she'll be held for 72 hours or something, and yes we'll press charges, but whatever is the outcome, I have to go through all these people. I have to work with people I know are safe. I don't want insane parents breaking into the set and murders happening, and neither do Jensen and Danneel."

"But we'll fall back with filming," you pointed out,

"We'll be fine. Filming is postponed until February 1st. We have a few episode waiting for production. I order y'all to go home and take a break. You heard me kiddie?" you nod, looking down, not expecting Richard to come up and hug you, "Hey, I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at you. She's the mental idiot, not you. I'm just glad you're safe."

"Thanks," you whispered, returning the hug,

"Don't thank me. Now go home, all of you."

The first thing Jensen did as he opened the door to his trailer was lead you to the couch and grab a bottle of water sitting on the counter, handing it to you. You took it quietly, your head bowing down.

"Kiddo," he whispered, crouching in front of you, "Kiddo, look at me," he tried but you shook your head.

How can I look at you? I put you in danger. I shouldn't be here.

"Kiddo, this isn't on you."

You gulped.

Of course he knew what's going on in your head. Of course he knew you'd be blaming yourself. And you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that nobody is blaming you.

But then, they might be as well lying to you.

"We're going back to Austin," he stated and you shook your head,

"I'm not going."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not," you began, finally looking up, "She's going to be out in 72 hours. She's coming after me. Save yourself and go. I'll find a place here and keep quiet until we return to film."

"No," Jensen shook his head, "You're coming with me. You're way safer in Austin than here. Either we both go or we both stay."

"Jensen-"

"No," he said sternly, "I'm not leaving you here."

"Jensen, you heard her. Are you seriously willing to sacrifice the safety of your family just for one person?"

"Yes," he responded, taking you back with it, "Cliff is in Austin. I'll ask him to watch over our place."

"Jensen you don't know her and the lengths she's ready to go. Just let her have her way with me and she'll be gone when she's done."

"Not knowing how far she can go is the exact thing I'm scared of," he pointed out, "You're coming. We're gonna keep you safe, and we'll have fun and think of how to get rid of her, besides suing her."

"I don't want to sue her," you spoke up, Jensen now confused, "I just want her to go back to Y/H/C as soon as possible. Besides, she's most likely not going to show up at the court anyways."

"Okay, but Chaos Machine is suing her, so she'll have some problems up her ass," Jensen said, "Now, we'll go home and pack. We need time to figure things out and if nothing, I'll feel better if all my kids are within arms reach."

"And that's exactly what I meant when I said I don't want to come. I want you to be safe. I want them to be safe. Jensen, I can't afford to be close to you now."

"She can be the queen of England and I still wouldn't give a flying fuck. She's not going to hurt me, nor you nor anyone."

"Y-You can't promise me that, Jense."

"You're scared of her," Jensen sighed, "Which is completely okay. But you're forgetting something. That is, you have me. You have Jared, Misha, you have Dee and little ones back in Austin. We're not going to let her win, kiddo."

"She will win. I know she will. Jense, she has ways and mind twisted like no one else. How far she's ready to go to make someone suffer..."

"Well she isn't counting on you having us and she sure as hell doesn't know I'd go even further to protect you, so she can stick it up where the Sun shines," Jensen said, kissing your temple, "Let's just pack up and go home."

12 hours later

When you step out of the car you are greeted by Danneel's arms wrapping around you to give you a hug. Your brain is such a wreck that you don't even flinch. You just return the hug numbly, everything in your head just too much to handle. Jensen gets a hug as well and you follow the two to the living room where they sit you down.

"Honey, you're safe here. She's not going to come near you again," Danneel tried to assure you,

"I shouldn't be here," you whispered, "I should go to a motel or something. I'm putting you in danger. How can you not see?" you asked, looking up with tears in your eyes, "I don't want to put you in danger. I don't want to put the kids in danger. Why aren't you getting rid of me?"

"Because you're family," Danneel responded, "No matter what she does, we'll go through it together."

"I shouldn't have left you alone," Jensen murmured, totally out of the current conversation,

"No," you spoke up, standing up to go after him after he began walking up and down the room, grabbing his hand and stopping him to look at you, "You don't do that. You don't blame yourself. It's not your fault she's insane."

"It's neither of yours fault," Danneel corrected you as she approached you, "So stop blaming yourselves. She's her own person, she has her own brain with questionable thoughts in it and you cannot in any way make her do anything because she's calling the shots. Now you," she turned to Jensen, grabbing his other hand, "I know you'd probably wipe Y/N from her mother's memories if you'd had the chance to, but you can't. So don't blame yourself for something that you didn't see coming. You can't see into the future. And you," she turned to you, "You're just a child and you're not at fault for having a crazy mother. So don't eat yourself over what happened and don't think about what's to come either. Whatever happens has its own reasons why and we'll go through it together, like a family. Now, I think a nice, warm bath will help you relax. What do you think?" you nod,

"Thanks," you whispered, looking at Jensen who wore the famous 'Dean feels guilty for something he had no control over' face. You shook his hand and he looked down at you, "It's okay."

When you're done with your bath, Danneel was waiting for you with a cup of hot cocoa,

"Here's something to warm up a little before going to sleep."

"I can't sleep."

"I know. I think Jensen's right there with you," she responded, opening the door to their bedroom where Jensen was seated against the headboard, playing with the blanket over him, "How about you two have some alone time and in the morning you'll fill me up?" she said and Jensen nod, taking your hand in his and sitting you down next to him,

"Thanks honey," he whispered, Danneel smiling as she leaned down to kiss his lips,

"Don't thank me," she smiled, planting a kiss to your temple as well before walking away and closing the door behind her.

The two of you sat in pure silence. You didn't know what to say, what could you possibly say to make this whole situation better. You knew Jensen wasn't going to get rid of you, and as much as you appreciated it, part of you really wanted to go and keep him and his family safe.

And Jensen obviously had problems forming sentences since all he did was hug you tightly. And you'd lie if you said you didn't need it. Everything he did the past 24 hours, he and Jared and Misha. You didn't think a loving touch could make all the worst things hurt a little less.

You didn't even realize you were crying until Jensen shushed you gently, assuring you that it's okay to cry. You were so unaware of your own body, surroundings, everything. This all put you back to square one, at the bottom of the hill again. You didn't know how were you going to climb up to the top this time. You didn't think you had energy in you.

"That's what that feeling was," he murmured, "Like you felt her coming, but you didn't know it was her."

"I wish I knew," you responded, sniffling, "I-I wish I knew so I could have avoided her. I'm scared."

"I know, and that's completely okay. We'll keep you safe. She won't get you."

The very next thing you know is you're jumping awake from a nightmare, panting and sweating.

"Kiddo, you're safe," Jensen spoke up, making you whip your head around and gasp at the scars on his face, "You're safe."

"She-she hurt you," you breathed, "No."

"Kiddo, you gotta breathe," Jensen tried, getting ahold of your shoulders, "Look me in the eye and follow my breathing. In. Out."

After a few minutes you came down from your high, still staring at Jensen,

"What was it about?"

"She... She hurt you," you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes, "She-she hit you. Same way she hit me. And-and I was there but I-I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything."

"Shit kiddo," Jensen breathed, "I'm safe. I'm okay. She didn't hurt me. It was just a bad dream. I promise I'm fine. Okay?" you nod, looking down, "Here, drink some water," he handed you the bottle and you gladly took it, downing the content in record time, "You need to take it easy these next few days, okay? No school or anything. You have to put yourself first."

"How do I do that?" you breathed,

"We'll do it together. We still have a few days before the twins birthday. We'll help Dee set it all up and we'll do a lot of movie nights and play and talk. Okay?" you nod, "I think the kids are up. Wanna go say hi to your favorite Ackles?" you smiled,

"Sure."

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 9 - The Tunnel of Love

Chapter summary: Dook and Beach Bear go to the fair.

A/N:

GUH. HELLO. IM NOT DEAD has it been like.... 2 months since i updated this? whoops. a lot happened irl, some good some bad! my cat sadly passed since last updating, but I also got to go to BBWL since last updating! so... y'know, looking on the bright side of stuff lol i got really creatively blocked after all that stuff, so despite knowing what the next chapters would be, i had no idea how to actually get them out on paper. BUT! I'm back now, and i understand everything so well that these next like. 5 chapters are gonna knock your damn socks off. it's all coming together but yeah uh! tldr thank u for ur patience! thank u for the continued support! i love u and i hope ur having a good day! here's the chapter ✌️

Chapter word count: 1,439

<- Chapter 8 - Chapter 10 ->

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The fair only comes to town once a year, during mid-May. Despite its arrival date, many in the area colloquially mark it as the start of summer. Children and their families, teenagers, and adults alike all make their way to the fairgrounds, lured by the sights and sounds of fun. It's the same reason that Dook and Beach Bear find themselves at the fair as well.

It was Beach Bear's idea, obviously. They'd seen a flyer promoting it earlier that week and he'd insisted they go. Dook isn't opposed to it, but he finds himself slightly resigned to the excited whims of his friend as they bounce between the various attractions.

"Haha, hey, check it out," Beach Bear points to Dook's right. He turns to look.

"...The Tunnel of Love?" Dook says skeptically.

"Yeah," Beach Bear says. "I thought those were only in movies! We gotta ride it." He grabs Dook's hand, pulling him toward the ride.

"W- wait, Beach Bear–! What if people think we're..."

"No one's gonna think that!" Beach Bear insists. "Anyone can get on this ride. It's not a big deal."

As he's dragged toward the front of the ride, Dook spots a familiar figure standing on line. A pair of mouse ears.

"B- B– M–" He stutters, unsure if he should call Beach Bear's name or Mitzi. "H– Hey!" He says finally, pointing at her.

He's apparently loud enough when he does, because Mitzi turns to see him. At the sight of the two approaching her, her eyes widen, and she turns back around, attempting to blend into the crowd. She moves behind someone– another mouse.

"Hey!" Beach Bear says now, rushing even more now toward her. "Mitzi? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" She says back, poking her head out from behind the other mouse.

"We came to enjoy the carnival," Dook says.

"No, why are y'all on line for the Tunnel of Love?" She says.

"I told you," Dook says to Beach Bear.

"Yeah, yeah," Beach Bear says, waving his hand dismissively. "I could ask you the same thing, Mitzi. Who's this, your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he is," Mitzi says matter-of-factly. She gestures to the other mouse she's with. "This is Mick."

"Breaking hearts already, huh?" Beach Bear says. "Aren't you like, ten?"

"I'm twelve," she says. "Everyone who's anyone's got a boyfriend by now."

"You hear that, Dook?" Beach Bear says. "We're falling behind the curve."

"I'm not even supposed to be talking to you," Mitzi continues.

"What?" Dook asks. "Why not?"

" 'Cause," she says. "...'cause Mini's mad at you. And if she finds out I've been talking with you, she'll be mad at me, too."

"Well, why don't you just... not tell her?" He asks.

Mitzi looks at him blankly. "I didn't... think about that," she says.

It's a little weird, speaking to her like this. Dook's never seen Mitzi outside of band practice– never seen her away from Queenie. When she's alone, he finds her a lot more outgoing.

"Mitzi, we've been thinking," Beach Bear says. "You should be in the band with us."

"Wh- what?" She says. "I couldn't do that!"

"Why not?" Dook says.

"Because!" She insists. "How's Mini supposed to not find out I'm talkin' to y'all if I'm in a band with you?"

"What about Mick here?" Beach Bear says, gesturing at him. "Say you're going out with him every week or something."

"But that's lying!"

"It's only lying if someone gets hurt," Beach Bear tells her. "Otherwise, it's just not telling the truth."

"That's still bad," Dook says.

"What, you've never done something like that before?" Beach Bear says. "Just... not telling someone something? That's not lying, technically."

Dook feels like he's being tested. "Th... that's not the same thing," he says. "You don't want her to just not say something, you want her to tell Queenie something that's not true. That's lying."

"Maybe I don't even wanna be in a band with y'all anyway," Mitzi chimes in.

They both look at her.

"You don't?" Beach Bear says.

Mitzi watches them for a moment, serious, before breaking into a reluctant smile. "No," she says, "I do. But I don't wanna lie to do it."

"Well, you're just gonna have to think of something else, then," Beach Bear tells her.

"You can't just talk to Queenie?" Dook asks.

"No," Mitzi and Beach Bear say simultaneously.

"Alright," Dook says.

"Oh, it's our turn!" Mitzi says. She takes Mick's hand and the two hop onto the ride.

Dook frowns. "What do we do?" He asks.

Beach Bear only shrugs in response. "It's our turn," he adds, gesturing to the next open cart.

Beach Bear sits down in the ride cart and Dook follows. The ride continues moving and they enter a dark tunnel, whimsical scenes beginning to pass them by.

"This is dumb," Dook mutters.

"It is," Beach Bear says, "That's the point. Y'know nobody ever rides these to admire the scenery."

"They don't?"

"Nah," he smirks at him. "They do it to get handsy."

"Gross," Dook says. Then, "Are you sure people aren't gonna think we're a couple from us bein' on here?"

"Does it matter if they do?" Beach Bear asks.

Dook says nothing. The rest of the ride passes in silence.

·–—–·

"...Hey, y'know," Beach Bear says in between licks of ice cream, "I'm having a good time here."

"I am too," Dook admits. "Thanks for bringing me here."

"Pshh. I should be thanking you. I've never come to one of these before."

"What, a carnival?"

"Well, like, a fair." Beach Bear takes another lick off his cone. "My parents always told me as a kid they weren't safe, or whatever."

"Well, did ya see how that one ride was shaking?" Dook smiles. "I wouldn't get on that either."

Beach Bear laughs. "But that's part of the excitement! It's a thrill ride!"

Dook laughs, having some more of his own ice cream. "You haven't seen Mitzi again yet, have you?"

"Nah," Beach Bear says. "You don't think she left yet, right?"

Dook shrugs. "You think she's gonna join the band?"

"I dunno. She's a good kid."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning she probably won't lie to her sister about it. Even if she wants to be part of the band."

"You think... you think she's our singer?"

Beach Bear looks at him. "You ever heard her sing?"

Dook shakes his head.

Beach Bear takes a lick of his ice cream. "She's good. She's real good."

"Better than one of us?" Dook asks.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno, I just... Like, can't one of us sing? If we need a singer so bad. She just seems like a lotta work to get her on board with it."

"What, you wanna be our singer?" Beach Bear says.

"I could if I needed to," he replies. "I guess. Can't you?"

"If I asked you to sing right now, you would?" Beach Bear says.

"I guess!" Dook says. "Would you?"

"Would you?"

"I already said yes. You're bein' cagey."

"I'm not!"

"Then sing," Dook says.

Beach Bear looks at him, then looks away, then back at Dook. "Uh... I, uh... I can't," he admits finally.

"Oh," Dook says. "Sorry."

"Nah, it's fine," Beach Bear replies, quickly bouncing back. "We egged each other on."

"Yeah." Dook turns his attention back to the scenery. The sun has fully sunk over the horizon by now, leaving the fairgrounds illuminated by the string lights hanging from posts and the bright signs above rides, games, and vendors, beckoning fair goers toward them. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafts through the air, and the air is filled with the sounds of guests on rides and games' bells ringing.

Beach Bear stands closest to the vendor they got their ice creams from, illuminated from behind by it. His height has never fully worn off on Dook– he near eclipses the cart on a vertical level. He's leaned forward, forearms resting on the table between them. His body's turned toward Dook, but his head watches the fair, not noticing the way Dook looks at him. It's almost dangerous, looking at him like this. He could simply turn his head back to look at him and Dook would be caught, with a lack of explanation, no less.

Why is he watching him anyway? Dook pries his gaze away and returns it to the fair.

"Aw man," Beach Bear says, pointing towards the fair's exit. There, Mitzi and Mick are walking through it. "There they go."

"Man," Dook concurs. "What now?"

Beach Bear chuckles. "You're gonna have to warm up those vocals, man."

[eddiestattoos]

Writer Interview!

Tagged by @aintgonnatakethis 💙💙💙

About me

When did you start writing?

I mean. Of course I did writing projects in high school but as far as personal stuff (aka my fics) I was 20

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

I mean, sure! I got nothing specific off the top of my head but considering my writing spectrum isn't spectacularly broad, I've been sure to have read something outside of my writing topics

Is there an author you want to emulate or are compared to often?

I've never been one to try to copy others. I admire a ton of y'all and wish I could do better at that in some aspects, but I'm not about to take the words off anyone else's paper so to speak

Can you tell me a little about your writing space?

Generally me, my laptop, on my bed. Some kind of music playing. Generally one of my fandom playlists and most commonly on the weekends

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I honestly... do not have an answer for that. It's a delicate daydream most of the time I guess. My delicate I mean fleeting. I can lose the plot

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write

Well I mean technically my mother did get me into the show I wrote my first fic for but as far as where I've taken some of those? Gotta say no

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

I am a sucker for h/c in any form (emotional, sickfic, injury, etc). Which I mean. Isn't an entire shocker, considering what I've been interested in television and story wise. It's not all my fics but it's around.

About My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favourite character?

I don't know much about the characters that are consuming much of my brain right now so we won't get into that. So let's talk about Sara Sidle (and Nick Stokes). They have such a beautiful sibling dynamic (and there's a ton of shippers out there who are totally valid I see you). Anyway I've talked about Nick in detail (here). But Sara. She's far from my favourite character on the show but she is a character I've particularly enjoyed writing (especially with him). I have the same vibe with Chloe from Smallville. Very fun to write, not my fave to watch in the first half (and this rewatch I'm currently on hasn't helped)

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Welp I don't have ocs really so I'm gonna say Sam Carter. I'll join the shopping trips with her and Vala. (I got stuck on this one ok. But she is very sweet I love her we could be friends)

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Rodney McKay. More than likely.

Tell me about the process of coming up with characters.

Again, not an oc girly. But if I do add a side character to a story, it's always one that's connected to a canon character in some way (child, long lost friend, kid they mentored)

Do you notice any recurring traits/themes in your characters?

Nothing specific, no. I don't think so

How do you picture your characters?

My loves, my babies, my besties, my friends. I love these silly guys

About My Writing

What's your reason for writing?

It's a hobby, something I enjoy. I decided to start writing the random daydream csi fic one day and haven't turned back

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

Honestly? Anything positive. Any joy y'all have in reading is joy I take into writing more. Especially with this long sga project I took on. Some days I'm like this is a massive hole I dug and then there's even a "great update" and I'm like thank you thank you thank you

How do want to be thought about by your readers?

I'm just trying my best out there, I hope people enjoy what I write. And I'm open to chatting do come by we can talk we can be friends!

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think I never lose the essence of the character. I'll always take pride in my characterization skills

Have you been told your greatest strength as a writer by others?

I do remember a couple comments about good poignancy in particularly emotional moments. Which I will definitely take. I do love those scenes and the one in particular is one of my proudest

How do you feel about your own writing?

I love it. Some of it's bad, cringey even. But I am not immune to rereading and thoroughly enjoying my own work

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

It's a strong possibility. It'd be a way to keep entertained. And as I said. Will reread.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

I mean it's mostly me, I can't lie. But I have done a couple requests. I'm not actively seeking them but it's been fun when I have. But not to sound like a broken record, rereads! I stick to where I'm comfortable and what I'm comfortable putting out there from me for people to see

Tagging @sga-owns-my-soul @hearteyesmcgarrett @ilkkawhat @jencsi @malcolm-reeds-pineapple and any other writers! Do tell if you wish! Consider me your interviewer!

(PS sorry to snag this but there's a handy template for either mobile or desktop here at the end)

[homerjacksons]

Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 6: Fire Word count: 720 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

Sorry, y'all, this one's a bit angsty, but it's full of emotional h/c and has a fluffy ending, I promise!

Reid was burning. Agony tore through his chest, his shoulder, his back, his breath caught somewhere in his throat. His head swam, blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the chaotic sounds around him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. He could barely see, but he knew he’d seen Mathilda disappear beneath the murky water of the Thames as he was pinned by fire and flame.

A sob tore its way from his chest and he pushed against the weight pinning him down, heedless of the way it scorched his hands in the process. He had to get to Mathilda, he had to save his little girl. He couldn’t fail her, couldn’t lose her.

“Reid,” A voice cut through the ringing in his ears, distant but insistent. “Wake up.”

He groaned, trying to turn his head, but the pain was too much, and he choked down another sharp sob, squeezing his eyes shut. The next time he pushed, his hands met soft, warm flesh, and his eyes snapped open again.

“Hey,” a soothing voice said by his ear, a gentle hand pushing his sweat-slick hair back off his forehead. “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Jackson. It was Jackson who held him, Jackson whom he’d been pushing at, Jackson who’d witnessed his complete lack of control, stuck in the depths of a nightmare that felt more real than his life did most days.

His breath stuttered as hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and he felt shame fill him up.

“You’re okay,” Jackson soothed, careful not to pin him in, gentle but not crowding. If Reid wasn’t already crying, that surely would have set him off.

“Sorry,” he choked out, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Don’t be.” 

Jackson sat up, warm eyes meeting Reid’s in the dim light stealing through the window.

Reid cleared his throat, forcing himself to take a deep breath, cursing inwardly when it shook on the exhale. He pushed himself up to sitting, wincing at the ache in his shoulder as he did so, and watched as Jackson lit two cigarettes, handing one to Reid. He took it with trembling fingers, but couldn’t bring himself to take a drag, the smoke from his nightmare still feeling trapped in his chest somehow.

“You wanna talk about it?” Jackson asked, resting against the headboard, no longer looking at Reid, instead studying the end of his cigarette.

He shook his head and handed the cigarette back, who took it and stubbed it out without question, and Reid half loved him for it, for the way he didn’t push or needle the way he usually did, for the way he seemed to respect the precarious grip Reid had on his own emotions.

“It helps,” Jackson added after a while, lazily turning his head to look at Reid again. “Or so I’m told.”

Reid snorted, barely a laugh, but it loosened something in his chest nonetheless. “Just old nightmares,” he said with a heavy sigh, pleased to find his breath no longer shook. “Sorry I woke you.”

Jackson shrugged, offering Reid a lazy, half-lidded smile. “S’nothing.” Then, after a beat, “Can I touch you?”

Reid nodded, and almost instantly, Jackson’s arm came around his shoulders between him and the headboard, fingertips brushing the scars on his shoulder as he pulled Reid in against his side.

“You don’t gotta pretend life hasn’t fucked you up when you’re with me, Reid,” Jackson said into his hair, and Reid closed his eyes aginst the threat of fresh tears. “I got you, no matter what.”

Jackson pressed a kiss into Reid’s hair, and he felt himself melting into Jackson’s side, the tension he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding leaving his body in a flood. His breath hitched with a sob, and he pressed his face into the crook of Jackson’s neck.

“I promise it’s not always like this,” Reid murmured against Jackson’s skin before leaving a feather-light kiss to his collar bone. “It’s been months since I last dreamt of…of that day.”

Jackson huffed a laugh, letting his head rest on top of Reid’s, fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll pay you back one day, Reid. We all got demons we try to hide.”

“You needn’t hide them with me, Captain.”

“Nor you with me, Inspector.”

[b--b-3]

Sooo I've decided to finally cross-post my Obey Me crack-fic from ao3, I hope you enjoy!✨️

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Cheek Clappin' Behavior

Ch.1

summary: Mc gets bamboozled by the game we all know and love 😭. They also happen to get yeeted right into it at full throttle, oops. How, you ask?? Who knows-

warnings: swearin/strong language, a quick innuendo, Mc just bein straight up wild tbh

misc: this fic doesn't accurately follow the story, literally just random shits 'n giggles for now lmao [pls it's so unserious ajfjshsjs] + the memes you see edited were done by me in my absolute mess of a gallery 💀

word count: almost 1k

It was just an ordinary day for Mc… Well, that is if you could call simping for fictional characters from a story-based gacha game ordinary. Okay, maybe they're a liiiiiiittle bonkers in the head, but we still love 'em 😋.

[Mc's POV]

'You've gotta be clappin' my cheeks unequivocally rn.'

"How tf am I gonna pull up AND get bumblefucked by this yee yee ass game 🤨🤨🤨??" Okay, so maaaaybe I got raw-dogged by a fictional world, but I can fix this for sure‼️

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Oh.

I didn't fix this. Far from it, in fact. Yet another 10 pull, wasted… 😟

Welp, whatever‼️‼️ Back to the story then hehEHEHEHE— HOLY FUCKIN' MOTHER OF GO— MAMMON YOU ABSOLUTE BABYGWORL TF YOU DOIN' LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?? 🤭🤭🤭

Even tho he plays hard to get, he ain't a match for MY sluttish behavior 🤪—

THIS? FUCKING?? $ Ł Ü ✝️? ? ? "The absolute fuckin' audacity I swear— AND this mf blushin' too? Consider tears runnin' down my leg fr fr for real fr‼️" YOU SEE THAT TUB OVER THERE MAMS?? YEAH HOP IN THAT BITCH CUZ I'M BOUTTA 😩😩—

Ahem.

Caught myself lackin' for a sec there sorry bout that y'all 💀—

I then end up playing this damn game for a psychologically questionable amount of time. Such a long time, in fact, my raggedy ass fell asleep with the game open. O p e n. I didn't even get to charge my shit— hot damn 😬.

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Next thing I know, I'm exposing my eye sockets to a ridiculous amount of light.

✨️OWIE✨️—

Oh.

'Now why in the ass-eatin' fuck does this place look familiar?? This ain't my house OR my room🗿. Tf is goin' on in here on this ass-chappin' day 🤨🤨??'

Like, the more I look around, the more shit's appearance becomes clear to me [no d U h Mc?? C'mon get it together 😭].

'Tho it does look a bit [a fuck ton tf you mean?? 💀] like my room in Obey Me…🤔'

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"Did my bitch-ass get isekai'd into the world of Big Boobie Bitches— I mean Obey Me??????⁉️🗣📢🔥"

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' …You've gotta be tuggin' my schlong rn this shit is a different breed. No, literally. Does that mean I'm a whole ass sheep now⁉️ This ain't gonna work. I swear on my left kneeca—'

All of a sudden, someone's headass bursts into the room. I was about to chew them tf out like a baddie, but then I SEE 🕕🫦🕕—

'CERTIFIED BABYGWORL??? AJDJSJEEJ OMGOMGOMG IT'S HIIIIIIIM IT'S MAAAAAMMMMS OH MY—🥺🎊✨️🫧💖‼️🥰💛'

"Yo, human! Ya were s'pposed to hang out with me today! What's goin' on?"

I—

'Ugh. What a cutie 🥰. Look at him, lookin' at me like that 'n shit 😭💖.'

I stare right back at the white-haired babygworl— I mean demon, trying a lil TOO hard to fight the inner voices that are telling me to jump him unprovoked.

"Well, tbh tbh honestly tbh, I haven't the slightest fuckin' clue Monie.. Buuuuuuut you can still take me out if you want tho 👀." I give him a lil look. Yano, a look. A little lookie look. A look that looks like a lil look because it looks—

"Whatever, let's just go. You've been makin' The Great Mammon wait long enough." He then drags me outta the room as if I'm his bitch.

'OW MY PUSS- now hold on for just a diddly ding dang darn second ☝️🤓— here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around 🤨🤔❓️ ❓️ ❓️'

Welp I'll just have to worry about it another time ig 🤷.

Anyways, now we were makin' our way [downtown] through the Big Ass House of Lamentation, BAHoL for short, trying to get to wherever tf Mammon has plans for. Well, that is until we run into a certain someone.

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'GAAASSSPP IT'S HIIIIIM‼️ LEVIATHAN THE SWEET BOOOOOOYYYYY OHFUCKOHFUUUCK 🥰💖🫧🧡✨️‼️'

"Yooo, Levi! Funny seein' ya outside ya room for once." Both Mammon and I then proceed to start gigglin' like two lil bitches lmao.

Until this mf turns around 🗿.

…My face just about shriveled up inside itself.

'DID BABYGWORL #3 GET EVEN QUIRKIER 😳😳😳⁉️'

"Levi.. you good?? You're looking a bit differently different there bud 😭😭."

'I swear to shit there are literal SPARKLES just shootin' me in the eyes rn.'

"Idk what you're talking abt lol." He blinks and just shrugs at me like absolutely NOTHING is wrong like wtf my g—

"Tbh tbh honestly tbh Levi you're looking MAD ✨️bbg✨️ rn and idk how to cope with that so I think it's best you induce an anime withdrawal for just a singular sliver of a second the sake of my sanity 🗣🗣."

It takes him a couple seconds for the matter inside his cranium to process whatever tf just came out my mouth.

"B-Bbg!? WOOOAAAHHHH❗️🗣🗣🗣📢💥.. I-I can't believe you're calling a no-good otaku shut-in like me that!" He takes a moment to cover his now blushing face sextillion times more than his hair already does with his hand.

'Omg what a lil cutie I swear— got me swooning 'n shit <3.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! We've gotta get goin' now. See ya later, Levi!" Mammon cuts off the ENTIRE interaction quicker than it even started before dragging me away like a fucking rag doll.

'L?? M?? A?? O?? Tf is all this motion for 🫨🥴?'

What the plans are?? I still haven't the slightest of darn clues, buT I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT 🗣.

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I kid you tf not we literally only managed to reach the main entrance before getting jumpscared by none other than Lucifer himself—

'EYE- SWEET MOTHER OF DIAVOLO'S (. )( .)‼️—'

[✨️To Be Continued✨️]

[notenoughfandoms]

You've Done This Before, Right? (Steve Rogers x Reader - SMUT)

Summary: You kiss Steve in the parking lot and well, one thing leads to another

A/N - GIF NOT MINE

Warnings: Smut, More Smut, and nothing but smut, Language, 18+

You couldn't believe it. You'd fallen for Steve Rogers. He was basically your closest friend. And now you found him hot. Great. Just Great.

You were sitting on the table in the compound, thinking about your gigantic crush on the super solider, when Bucky walked in.

"Doll, if you're going to picture doing....things with our best friend, you might as well tell him how you feel."

Along with Steve, Bucky was also your best friend, so naturally, he knew how you felt.

"I'm not picturing anything."

"Yeah, and Stark is good with people."

"Don't pull the sarcasm on me, Barnes. That's my job, alright."

He threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"All right, I get it! It is also my duty to get y'all together fast, the sexual tension is killing me."

Just then Steve walked in.

"What's killing him?"

"Oh- uh, just you know, Tony's sarcasm." you sputtured.

Bucky smirked at how flustered you got, and Steve quirked an eyebrow.

"Tony?"

"Yeah. Iron Man...."

"Oh. Ok. So, I was gonna go for a run, so, wanna come with?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Good. If you two keep flirting, I'm gonna throw up in my breakfast.", Bucky commented

You blushed (so did he) as you walked to your room and got changed. You put your silky h/c hair in a ponytail, and changed into a black sports bra with matching joggers.

You went downstairs, and seemingly only Bucky noticed the way Steve was staring at you.

As you ran next to Steve, you felt the cool morning air hit your face. You thought about what would happen if you told Steve what you felt for him. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you were both in the garage. You both slowed down and stopped while he got some water from his car.

"Y/N? You doing ok?", He asked, stepping closer to you.

"Yeah, just..thinking."

"Ok"

You decided it was time.

"Actually, Steve, I've been meaning to tell you something. I like you. I have for a while, but I didn't know if you'd feel the same, and-"

He cut you off by kissing you abruptly, and you kissed back with pleasure. You deepened the kiss, and he licked your lips. You opened your mouth for him to enter, and he darted his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. You moaned quietly. You both pulled apart panting, and you could hardly resist the temptation to pull his clothes off and fuck him senseless.

"I've been wanting to do that. I like you too, Y/N. And I gotta admit, I got kinda jealous hearing you call him Tony."

You wanted to kiss him again.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Good. We should take this to my room, then."

"Yeah. Totally."

You both headed to your room, giggling like teenagers. You both got in your room, and he locked the door, and shoved you against the wall, kissing you passionately, his tongue darting back in your mouth. You both started to head to the bed, and stopped him.

"You've done this before, right?, you asked

He nodded. That was all you needed. You took off his shirt, and he took of your bra, then cupped your breasts in his hands, causing you to moan. He took of your pants, and as he was taking off your panties, shoved two fingers inside you, making you moan with pleasure.

You slowly took off his boxers, his hard member showing. He layed you on the bed, and kissed you once more, going all the way down. He circled his tongue around your clit, and you whimpered.

"Steve.", you moaned.

"Use your words, sweetheart.", he raspily replied

"I need you inside me."

"As you wish."

He thrust inside of you, and you let out a louder moan this time. He kept thrusting, and flipped him. You know hovered over him, and you rode his large dick.

"Fuck, baby, so wet for me."

You both moaned, and the bed racked. Eventually, you both unraveled, panting.

"That was...amazing, Y/n."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Steve,:

[yallemagne]

Writer Asks

Tagged by @bluecatwriter

I think I've done this one before!! There's more questions this time, but this is an interesting blast to the past to see how I've changed.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

59 works

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

300,805 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Dracula. In the past: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Jesus Christ Superstar, Sanders Sides, Castlevania, Elisabeth, etc.. If you fuse the fandoms that intersect it's about 18 fandoms.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Orice (Dracula, Jonathan has A Time; unsurprising, it is my longest by far)

When Providence Favours Witches (Castlevania [specifically Netflixvania], Trevor gets adopted by Lisa; also not surprising, very popular fandom)

Lückenbüßer (TF2, Trans Scout talks to Ally Medic; shocker!! that's a single-chapter fic!!)

Pseudo-Asthma (JJBA: Battle Tendency, Joseph has a heart-to-heart with his mom; woah! that was only 3 chapters!!)

Bewitching (JJBA: Phantom Blood, Dio genderbend; of course, I can never escape it even if it is a hiatus fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yeah, sometimes even if it is just to say "thank you!!" I like to talk about my writing a lot and comments are the place I get to go into detail about my thought process.

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

Vulture in Saviour's Robes, I had people yelling at me for this one (in a good way), so it's really no competition, huh.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

It's gotta be one of the one-shots iojegp. To suggest a less well-known one: A Pitiable Performance, J&H and Dorian Gray crossover, Utterson and Lanyon go to see a play and Sibyl Vane is the lead actress.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not much. Oh wait--- oijegpioerg trauma engaged. Orice got a LOT of hate at some point, someone in the fandom really wanted me dead so they rallied a bunch of people against me. My crimes were: 1. writing a Jonathan POV story 2. supposedly writing Renfield to be a bad guy. None of it reached my comment section thankfully, but when I found out I was very paranoid that someone would dox me over fanfiction.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

For a period of time, I swear that was all I wrote iojgepri. My specialty is dom/sub with plenty of aftercare, though I've also written some dubious consent stuff. Silver Crystal Carousel (Dracula, John/athan dom/sub) is my most recent smutfic, it was so hard to get back into the dirty groove especially since I was writing in first person.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yeah, but not much. I get plenty of ideas for crossovers, but they're pretty difficult to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah. I'd say lost and you'd say love was translated into Russian and posted on ficbook.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Same answer as before: Only one (The Apostles), and it was mostly a self-imposed research project with my friend. They did the research, and I wrote the incorrect quotes and a short Jedas one-shot.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

How could I possibly choose. If you go by fic count it's Jesus/Judas ijopegij. I'd say... JonMina and JonEri. I really like writing already established relationships.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

So many. So many of them. There's some that are barely started!!! To name one y'all will be familiar with: the continuation of An Odd Doctor.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been praised for my characterization a lot recently!! Specifically with VH in Orice, I've gotten a lot of compliments on his characterization being complex. I'm really happy about that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything-- *gets shot* I don't know how to articulate!! Sometimes I get ideas and I try to write them, but it's all in pieces, and I don't know how to fix it into a fully-fledged narrative.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have gotten help with that in the past for Lückenbüßer. I don't do it often, it is difficult to pull off in a way that doesn't take the reader out of the story. I suggest a translation key in the notes. If you aren't familiar with the language and don't have a buddy who is, I'd say it's perfectly acceptable to write the dialogue in your native language and put it in italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

There is no way of knowing, truly. On ao3, Greek Mythology and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood. Why both? The Daffodil's Echo was written first but The Shocking Absence of Grief was posted first.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

How does one choose!? I'm very proud of what I've done with the Orice series. Of course, it's not done tho. I'm very proud of finishing Perfidy (Elisabeth and Rudolf crossover)!

Get your ass over here @fitzrove!! You too @company-and-co!!