#the one constant of every universe is that they piss each other off

[alaspooryorickiknewhimwell]

By this point I’m reading one piece modern au’s purely to see how the author modernizes the zosan insults. I’ve been collecting them:

Sanji

- Chef Boyardee

- cooking mama

-Pepe Le pew

- Gordon Ramsey

- Monsieur Jerks-Off-To-The-Food-Network

- strawberry shortcake

- La la ( the teletubby with a swirl on its head)

Zoro

- chia pet

- dipsy ( the green teletubby)

- Oscar the grouch

- Larry the cucumber

- bulbasaur

- piccolo

- Connard

- Mike Wazowski

[sweets3rial]

bubbles and cuddles

inspired by this request

id!leon x fem!reader

summary: you haven't seen your boyfriend in a while though luckily, after a long mission and an even longer day, you arrive home just in time. you spend the rest of the night loving on each other gently before falling asleep in each others arms.

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, domestic fluff, so smut, smutty innuendos, canon universe, lots of kissing, bubble bath, bathing each other, little to no dialogue, reader works at bsaa and leon works at dso, undressing each other, mentions of violence and injuries, infinite darkness or death island leon in mind

word count: 3.8k

your radio was blasting the loudest music to keep you in high spirits and also to keep your eyes from shutting. you exited the freeway and tears were pricking at your eyes from holding them open for so long. you just needed to get home. you needed to.

your whole body was sore. you could barely lift your arm without wincing in pain. the bruise on your shoulder was only getting worse.

it’s funny how the body works. on the field, you couldn’t feel any pain. a sting here and there but most of the time you were able to fight through it. but the minute you stepped off the field, it was like every bone in your body had been reduced to dust.

the adrenaline was no longer running and your brain could finally rest, leaving your body in shambles.

the nurses said there was nothing wrong. A dislocated shoulder that they popped right back in was all they needed to do, now your shoulder is swollen, your blood busy on healing that certain area which left you light-headed and extremely exhausted.

it was rare that you and your boyfriend were put on the field at the same time. though, he works in a different division under the government. his job was similar to yours, keep the bioterrorists from spreading, investigate the area, eliminate anything infected, and report back to the higher-ups what you found in extreme detail.

you haven’t had time to sit down and spend a full night with your boyfriend in over a month. it was like the minute one of you got home the other had to leave, whether it was for a meeting, a mission, or just to be in the office as backup.

it was a constant cycle. you went home to sleep and awoke to go to work. it was on the clockwork. the minute you got a call, there was no ‘five more minutes’ or ‘i’ll just call out’. you had to get up and go or else lives would be lost.

it’s a cruel world you lived in, one that many many people weren’t aware of.

you smelt of blood, shit, and piss. your hair was oily and frizzy, it hurt to breathe, you could still taste the ash in your mouth, and gunpowder had made its way underneath your nails.

you couldn’t wait to get home; to your bed, to food, to safety, to peace. you couldn’t wait to get home to your boyfriend, the love of your life.

you couldn’t wait to cuddle into his warm arms and press your skin against his. he was your home, your escape from all the piss and shit in the world. he was your comfort, his embrace was like a barrier to you and the only person who protected you when you weren’t protecting yourself.

you could let your guard down around him. you could sink into him and cry, you could cry and sob in his arms and all he did was comfort you.

Leon was everything you wanted in a man, not only is he the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but he was also such a great partner. he is caring and sweet, he’s structured, intuitive, and organized, he’s dedicated to his work and getting the job done and well he has humor.

he’s a bit sarcastic and cocky at times but all it does is make you laugh.

he’s intelligent, coordinated, and a great observer.

you truly believe you fell in love with him because of how he is on the field. the one time you two coincidentally ended up on the same terrain at the same time and when you truly got to see him at his full potential is when you knew you were falling for your coworker, basically.

he was quick. his eyes constantly moving, taking hints and notes of every movement around him. he was able to observe and analyze, which is why you couldn’t hide anything from him.

he knew what was wrong with you from one glance. he could read you like a book. he could see the pain, the sadness, the hurt. it got even worse as your relationship grew.

he took note of your behaviors and your words, what you did and said when you were upset. even the tone of your voice. you couldn’t lie to him, you were forced to communicate with him because he wouldn’t leave you alone until you told him what was wrong.

that’s why you love him. there were so many other reasons. you could go on a tangent as to how and why you fell in love with the D.S.O’s golden boy.

you turned the radio down as you pulled into your neighborhood, your fingertips itching to reach home.

it was late and quiet. the sky was clear and deep indigo color, letting the stars gleam to their full potential. the moon was full and you could see every crater from where you sat in the driver's seat.

the streets were lit up with the moonlight, a blue hue casting down onto the sidewalk and the roofs of the houses.

no one was awake, not even the stray cats, it was still and silent.

as soon as you pulled into your driveway, you could care less about how you parked and whether the car alarm was on or not. you stumbled out of your car heels in hand and made your way towards your door.

to your luck, just a few steps, the sound of a puttering motor was heard down the street. you knew that sound anywhere. who else would be zooming down the street loudly this late at night?

you couldn’t help the smile that arose on your cheeks as you turned to see your boyfriend just turning onto your block.

of course, he had no helmet on. even after telling him multiple times to wear one. he always shrugged it off and said he was fine. though you were always worried, there’s been many many times that he’s crashed and destroyed his previous bikes.

you were scared that one day it’ll be his head next.

his deep brown hair was whipping in the wind, his eyebrows furrowed to keep himself from falling asleep and he was gripping the handlebars with pure impatience. he needed to get home.

once he caught eye of your car and then your figure standing in the dark cold night, he couldn’t help but go faster. the sight of you eased every muscle in his body.

he needed to get to you and make sure you were okay. he was glad to see you standing on your two feet, home, and safe.

though you were wearing a thin white button-up, the sleeves rolled up and some buttons undone. in this shirt, you could move easily in and even though he loved the way it clung to your figure, he also wished you wore something warmer.

he’s told you many times to wear something thicker that way you didn’t come home sick. but you insisted on wearing something that gave you easy mobility.

guess you’re both stubborn.

there you were, standing with a hazy smile on your lips, holding your shoulder and slowly dragging yourself towards the end of the driveway to meet him.

he carefully pulled into the driveway and next to you. his heart filled with warmth as he got a faint whiff of your perfume. he put his kickstand down as he put a stop to the engine.

he couldn’t wait to hold you and kiss you. he could tell from the look on your face and the way you were carrying yourself, you were exhausted.

your body practically slumped into his and a heavy sigh left your lips. he ran his hand up and down your back and lifted you onto his lap, being weary of your legs making sure they wouldn’t burn on the pipes.

you wrapped your arms around him and went weak in his embrace. god, you needed this. you missed being held by him.

he guided your legs around his waist, rubbing his gloved palm up and down the skin of your thigh soothingly. no words needed to be exchanged as he lifted both of you up and off the motorcycle and over towards the front door.

you were glued to him, holding him tightly as he carried you up the porch steps. you nuzzled yourself further into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath of his cologne. it was such a comforting smell.

warm cedarwood, fresh pine, and hints of sweet vanilla. his shampoo smelt fresh like mint along with the scent of his gel and sweat.

one arm held you close to him while the other worked on getting the door open once he stepped inside, you hauled yourself onto him and the tip of your toes. you kept your hands on his shoulders, roughly massaging his tense muscles, ignoring your pain, and looking into his eyes.

bloodshot and glossy with heavy bags. he melted into your touch, eyes fluttering shut and a sigh leaving his lips. both of you had a long long day.

there were no words that needed to be exchanged, you walked backward as he walked towards you. your hands went from his shoulders to his zipper. slowly undoing his leather jacket until you could see his plain navy blue t-shirt underneath.

he shrugged his jacket off letting it fall at his feet. as you took a step backward onto the stairs, he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you close to him.

he nuzzled his face into your chest, placing soft kisses on your skin. his hands traveled up and down your back, feeling at your figure. your shoulder blades, your spinal groove, the curve of your ass. he just wanted to feel you.

he caught the way you winced as he squeezed you closer to him and he loosened his hold on you.

no one knows how much he missed you, how much he missed holding you, and the feel of your skin against his. he was glad he got home when did, if not, you would probably already be asleep.

he looked up at you, his chin buried in your cleavage. you brought your nose to his, nuzzling them together and sucking in a deep breath from your nose. god, you missed him.

you brought your lips to his in a deep and passionate kiss, spilling all the words in your heart to him, all the lonely late night and all the bad days, all the words you never got to say while he was gone, and all the words you wished to say.

his hands traveled from your back, around to your stomach, and up toward the buttons of your shirt. he slowly began unbuttoning each one, he wasn’t in any rush and he wasn’t undressing you out of lust, he just wanted to feel you.

he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, begging you to pry your mouth open so he could taste you. your legs went weak at the feeling of his warm tongue against yours and his hands slowly peeling your shirt off of your skin.

he threw it somewhere onto the steps, keeping his mouth on yours as he took a step forwards which further urged you to continue up the stairs.

you two slowly undressed each other as you made your way to the bathroom, neither of you daring to pull away from your kiss.

by the time you two got to the bathroom, he was left in his boxers and you were left in your underwear. your arms were wrapped around him, your body pressing closer and closer to his. he was all yours tonight, there were no missions or meetings or phone calls.

it was just you and him.

you turned around briefly, leaving his lips with a wet smack, bending over into the bathtub, and then turning the faucet on. the sound of water pouring into the bath drowned out the sound of heavy pants.

you shut the drain and reached for the jasmine bubble mixture sitting on the side of the tub. meanwhile, he was busy walking up behind you and rubbing up and down your sides. you stood up straight, leaning into his touch as you poured bubbles into the warm water.

he brought his head down onto your shoulder, kissing your bruised skin before slowly making his way up your neck and to your ear. his arms wrapped around you once again, pulling your back closer to his chest.

“missed you,” he whispered into your ear, playing with the hem of your panties.

“i missed you more,” you sighed out blissfully as you turned around to face him.

in a split second, your lips were on his again, teeth clashing and tongues morphing together. he worked you out of your panties as you worked him out of his boxers. his hands found their way under the purchase of your ass, giving your cheek a nice slap — prompting you to jump.

so you did, wrapping your legs around his torso and locking your ankles together. he stepped into the tub, the bubbles tickling his skin and the warm water soothing his sore muscles.

he slowly sat down in the water, more focused on keeping up with your pace. he could tell how much you missed him, you were kissing him without pulling away for a breath and you were clinging onto him like a koala would do with its mother.

your bodies were slowly succumbed by the soapy water, the smell of jasmine in the air, and the sound of smacking lips echoing off the walls. his hands traveled up your back, one hand working on splashing your back with water, rubbing the soap into your skin, and massaging your spine. the other hand worked on holding the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed to his.

your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp which earned you a satisfied moan. he pulled away briefly, throwing his head back and against the back of the tub.

you lifted yourself off of his lap and turned around to shut off the water. the water shut off with a squeak, a few stray drops escaping into the heap of bubbles and then there was silence. you leaned back against his chest, the water and bubbles covering your chest and ticking your chin.

he let his heavy arms come over your unwounded shoulder, his hands searching for yours in the water and eventually he found them. slowly gathering each of your fingers and intertwining them with yours.

you leaned your head back against his chest, shutting your eyes and letting out a sigh. you could hear the water sploosh and splash as he reached over for the washcloth at his side. he dipped it into the water, soaking it with the soapy water before lifting your arm.

he brought the warm cloth to your arm, continuing to place kisses on your shoulder and he washed your skin. he gently lathered the soap into your skin, even if he was exhausted he was never tired to help you.

he continued to lather your body, wiping away at the sweat and grime, kissing at the cuts, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. his breath was hot and heavy, his words were like lullabies and his voice was like a drug.

you sank further into him, close to passing out until you remembered you needed to wash him too. you reached for a spare cloth, copying his actions and dipping it into the water. you turned to face him, straddling his lap and sitting on his thighs.

you placed a lazy kiss onto his lips bringing the cloth to his neck. you lathered at his shoulders while he lathered your back. your bodies stayed pressed together, not a single inch of space between you two.

he pressed kisses to your collarbone, not wanting to leave your embrace for a second, his body chased yours when you leaned away, his lips stayed on your skin and his eyes glued to yours.

it was moments like this you treasured the most. skin to skin and nothing but love. slow tender touches and silence. you two could be comfortable with each other without saying a word, every touch and every kiss spoke for itself.

the water had slowly become less warm, now murky from the dirt and grime that had stuck to your skin. he reached for the drain, unplugging it and letting the murky water drain.

both of you stood up at the same time, supporting each other as you stood to your feet. Leon turned on the faucet and switched the water to the shower head. you loved baths but everyone knew marinating in your bath water wasn’t ideally hygienic.

so, for the next twenty minutes you and Leon sat under the running water and at this point, the weariness was getting to you both. your eyelids felt heavy and your body was ready to shut down. a yawn left your lips and you leaned your head against Leon's chest.

“sleepy?”

you replied with a nod and he hummed, nuzzling his nose into your wet scalp and placing a kiss at your hairline. he wrapped one arm around your waist while the other reached to the faucet. he turned it off with a loud squeak.

silence filled the room, and only the stray droplets of water were heard. steam gathered at the roof, heavy with the scent of jasmine and citrus. you stepped out of the shower, your boyfriend not too far behind. he reached for your towel, fluffing it out in his hands before turning to you.

your arms were crossed over your chest, your teeth clattering and your shoulders bouncing up and down. he chuckled a bit, he found it cute.

he pressed the towel to your cheeks, squishing them together and intently puckering your lips for him to bend down and place a warm kiss on your lips. he continued drying you off, pressing the warm towel into your body until your skin was completely dry.

he scrunched at the ends of your hair, catching any stray droplets that fell onto your skin. meanwhile, he was pressing kisses to your face.

on your eyelids and brows, to the cold tip of your nose, to your soft cheeks, your chin, and the tips of your ears. he treasured every inch of you and his lips on your skin only lulled you deeper into a daze. you wanted to sleep so bad.

but you couldn’t leave him wet and cold. you reached for another spare towel, doing the same, squishing his cheeks and bringing your lips to his. he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, wrapping the towel around your neck and tugging you closer.

his lips moved against yours in perfect sync, he knew what you liked - a slow and passionate pace. he sucked at your tongue, moaning at your minty taste. he had you backed up into the wall, hands at your hips pressing you closer against his half-hard cock.

his lips left your tongue and then his teeth went to pull at your bottom lip. he knew exactly how to get you riled up. if you weren’t so tired, you would’ve fucked him so so long ago.

“let’s get you to bed, hun.” he hummed, you nodded in agreement, wrapping the towel over his wet hair like a hoodie and tugging at each side to pull him back towards your lips. you left a quick kiss on his lips before turning to leave the bathroom.

your bed was the same way as you left it. undone with blankets and pillows thrown everywhere. you didn’t care to get dressed, you needed to sleep naked, damp and all.

you slid into bed, your limbs completely giving out on trying to carry your weight. Leon watched you slump into bed, he wasn’t so far behind. he crawled in after you, chasing the warmth of your body.

you both got situated under the covers, rubbing each other's legs against one another - his hairy ones and your smooth ones. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the feeling. your bed was warm and soft and his arm draped over your side was heavy and secure.

you were at home. this is what you missed the most. him. even if you were sleeping on the cold streets as long as you had Leon, it was home.

home for you was wherever he was.

you nuzzled yourself into his chest, moaning comfortably as you entangled your legs further with his. your left thigh onto top of his and then your right on top of his other. he held the back of your head securely against his chest, massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers.

you shivered, it was that feeling when you were so comfortable and so soothed to the point you just quivered. a small laugh erupted from his chest and then his lips found your forehead.

“get some rest, hun,” he whispered to you deeply. his command for you to fall asleep was like a switch. your body felt heavier as if it was sinking into the mattress, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. your body was slowly succumbing into a deep sleep.

Leon waited for your heavy breaths to begin, he continued massaging your scalp and peppering kisses onto your skin. he wanted to wait to fall asleep, he finally has you in his arms after a very very long week. he isn’t going to waste a second.

he took a moment to admire your sleeping state, cheek squished against his bicep, damp hair splayed out onto the pillow above you, and lips agape. you sucked in deep heavy breaths, your chest pressing against his with every inhale, then falling with a light snore.

he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, away from sticking to your cheek. he ran his thumb over your eyebrow then over your lashes, careful not to bother your sleep. though, he was sure if the house collapsed you wouldn’t even budge.

your eyelids fluttered at his touch, your lashes tickling your cheek as you did so. he placed one last final kiss on your nose before turning away to yawn.

he rested his head back down against the pillow, further nuzzling himself against your naked body.

his limbs were becoming heavy. his eyes fluttering shut and the last thing he saw before he fell asleep was you.

the beautiful face that he would later wake up to. though for now, he’ll dream of you and what the future holds for you two. he’ll dream of a happy life with you away from the city, a dog or cat, children, and the weight of a ring on both of your fingers.

he’ll dream of your warm smile and your voice, your touch and your love. he’ll dream and dream until he has to wake up to reality. but at least that reality was with you by his side.

(divder cred to @saradika,, pics from pinterest)

[erisweekofficial]

Tonight we're delighted to highlight @jules-writes-stories 🧡

If you're looking for a truly exceptional Azris fic, you have to check out Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows. The writing is absolutely beautiful, and it strikes the perfect balance between hurt and comfort. Every detail feels so carefully crafted, from the portrayal of Eris and Azriel to each moment they share. 😭

Also if you are into myth retellings, we are begging you to read this Azris flavored Hades and Persephone retelling that she wrote for Azris week this year. 👀

And be sure to check out allll the fics on her masterlist!

Read on to learn what drew Jules to Eris and what the hounds would say if given buttons. 🐶

Give us a name for one of Eris's brothers!

Sylvan Vanserra is the youngest Vanserra (other than Lucien). He’s quick to laugh, never takes himself too seriously, and readers have called him a cinnamon roll, which is fair. Eris tried to shelter him and Lucien, so he’s less guarded than the other brothers, but don’t sleep on Syl. He definitely has fire in his blood.

Give us a name of his hounds!

Chunky Possum. But let me explain, lol. When I was drafting Just Enough Light, I named Eris’s hounds after (just a few) of my favorite Azris writers. They were meant to be place markers while I thought of original names. But the hounds liked their names, so I left them, and gave some of them back stories. Naming the hounds became a way to show my appreciation for a corner of the fandom that is dear to me. My favorite is Chunky, only because of his backstory. And yes, it will tug at your heartstrings. 

What do you think it was like trying to raise Eris when he was a child? 

Short answer: he was a little fire starter with a smart mouth. Being so brilliant, the fireling likely found ways around doing what he was told and bent the rules to suit his needs. Eris asked questions that stumped his teachers (sometimes on purpose and other times because he was clever and curious). He was full of mischief and a prankster. That said, he was probably under constant pressure to perform, making him highly competitive. I could see little Eris as being lonely, learning at a young age that attachments are liabilities and love must be earned through accolades. 

What drew you to Eris? 

I love monsters and for me, Eris Vanserra is one of the metaphorical monsters of this fandom. He’s both a scapegoat and a martyr. He’s sexy and fetishized: put on a pedestal as often as he's reviled and burned at the stake. I love how Eris can possess all these contradictions and still exist as a character with traits we all universally recognize. He’s interesting and I’m always left wanting to know more. 

Who do you think Eris would want in his inner circle, if he was given a chance to build one?

Lucien. His favorite brother is a clever fox with ties all over Prythian and I want (need) them to be close with an urgency that’s not normal. Nesta Archeron. Eris is canonically drawn to her power and who wouldn’t want Lady Death to have their back? Bonus for Eris: it would piss Cassian off. Lastly, nothing would bring Eris more joy than stealing Azriel from Rhys...for so many reasons. 

If Eris gave his dogs buttons to communicate, what would their options be?

If one wants Eris’s respect, they’ll have to earn it. And one way to do this is through his hounds because they are excellent judges of character. Eris believes that his smokehounds are likely more intelligent than most of the brutes he’s forced to associate with. No, he prefers not to give names– very demure, very mindful.  After meeting someone, the magical canines communicate their first impressions of said individual by pawing at certain buttons with ratings spanning from “burn them alive” to “lukewarm, might burn later” to  “that’s your cauldron blessed mate.” I wonder what the hounds would say about us… 

[fer3112]

no please get mad at people for denying dnp romantic relationship bc it’s getting fucking weird and pissing me off

Rant under the cut because I'm still mad

It is getting very weird! People are always denying what queer people say, just look at what happened with Rosalia and Hunter Schafer (Hunter said they were in a relationship in the past and a lot of people called her a liar or straight up denied it) or with pop stars like Miley who have said they were queer and people just call them straight. And Just for an example of the opposite thing happening we have Jenna and Julien. Remember when they used to joke around every single video and call each other friend? I didn't see people denying their relationship just becaused they would call each other friends. There's a very real reason behind the historian jokes in the queer community.

And the thing with dnp is that frankly you just need eyes and ears to know that they are not platonic. They are constantly making horny jokes (bj joke on the golf video anyone?), they make it very clear that they are spending the rest of their lieves together, that they don't really spend a lot of time with other people, Dan called them soulmates, etc? And that is just in videos. You pay attention to other things like Dan's interviews ("basically yes"), Crornelia calling Dan an uncle, we know you know, and even the symbolism in dnpc and it just gets more obvious. At this point if you don't see it you just don't want to see it (or you are just lying and saying things like "whatever they are to each other teehee' to not get cancelled because you think it's still 2014). With all of those examples and just they way dnp acts generally tbh you have to twist things really hard to convince anyone that they are not in a romantic relationship or that they are ex boyfriends (lol) because Dan dared to say "it was more than just romantic" when talknig about 2009... was is the correct conjugation of the verb to talk about the past people! and narratively when you talk about the past you have to use past tense even if things are the same in the future! If someone asked me about my best friend I could say 'oh yeah we were best friends in high school we used to spend all time together' and that doesn't mean she's not my best friend to this day it just means I'm talking about the past. Anyway no matter what way you are looking at it, it just makes more sense to think that they are in a relationship that is clearly romantic and even more profound than that, but platonic? I just don't blieve it I'm sorry it makes no sense, I think that the person from the reddit post was just projecting a lot of things when they made that post going around earlier because we know dnp are very horny men and hopeless romantics who have stated that the universe would break in half if they separated. Open your eyes people!

And I don't want this to come off as dismissive of qprs because that's not my intention at all, I believe they exist and that friendships can be as fullfiling and deep as romantic ones, maybe even more (believe me, I know, my best friend has been the only constant and most reliable person in my life for the last ten years) but I just don't think that's the case with dnp at all.

Btw excuse any typos I was heated and thinking in spanish like i tend to do when I'm mad

[hairstevington]

songs that voices never share

Deaf!Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Everything's felt a little off since the Fourth of July, and no one's talking about it. Of course, one part of Steve's summer is a bit hard to ignore - he's losing his hearing. As luck would have it, a friend of Dustin's ends up playing a key role in Steve's adjustment to his new normal.

WC: 4K

Warnings: Deaf!Steve, use of ASL, angst/references to events of season 1-3, this fic will disregard the events of season 4 because I said so, canon universe, hurt/comfort, angst, platonic Stobin forever, Steve and Will are buds, some sad stuff but overall it's a love story like come on it's me we're talking about

A/N: Hello! Everyone loved my drabble about Deaf Steve so I'm expanding it into a full fic. The plan is 7 chapters, and I'll probably post them all both here and on Ao3. Please note that ASL is written in all capitals when notated in English, and the grammar is a bit different.

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Chapter 1 - I'll take a quiet life

Steve was kind of prone to getting beat up. God knows Dustin never let him forget it.

After the fight with Jonathan, he felt more or less the same. Then, Billy beat the shit out of him, and Steve started getting migraines and hearing a ringing in his ears every so often.

But after being tortured by the Russians for a couple hours? That’s when the real damage was done. 

Everything felt a little off since the Fourth of July, but no one talked about it. Even though so much had changed, Steve and the rest of the group all tried to get back to any normalcy they could find. Steve and Robin got a job together at Family Video and ultimately ignored everything they'd experienced together. It just felt like it was too big to talk about, so they didn't. They pretended like it didn't happen honestly - which might have been more successful had it not been for one fairly major thing.

The ringing became almost constant. Steve’s hearing was piss poor some days and kind of okay other days, but eventually the bad days were more frequent than the good. Steve knew he got beat up a lot, and he figured there were probably some consequences, but he never had time to think about it. Then, when he had trouble hearing one day, he figured he was just swollen and needed time to heal. And then he blamed it on allergies. And then he felt stupid for not taking it seriously, so he ignored it. And then, when he finally went to the doctor, he realized the full extent of it all. 

They called it a perfect storm of injuries. At least, that’s what he thought they said. Apparently he’d had too much trauma to the area and not enough medical attention after multiple concussions and ruptured eardrums. He also apparently broke some of the bones in his ears??? They told him a lot of things that he couldn’t quite understand.

He wasn’t stupid. He just couldn’t hear so well anymore. 

Steve had never been the smartest person in the first place. He wasn’t great at school, especially with English or history, and he never cared that much about it either. He breezed his way through high school and focused on sports and popularity.

So, when Steve couldn’t keep up in conversations with his friends, they didn’t really think anything was out of the ordinary. Classic Steve, always a few sentences behind. 

He got away with it for much longer than he had any right to. Robin was the first to notice. 

They worked together at Family Video most days that summer, and it was a good job because anyone could do it, really. They were never really that busy, so a lot of the time was just Steve and Robin getting paid to hang out.

A lot of times, Robin rambled at him about movies or music or how hot Molly Ringwald was, and he could just nod and smile and occasionally say something like, “yeah, totally,” and she would be none the wiser. If they were looking at each other, he could kind of tell what she was saying based on her lips, but only because he knew her well enough to do so. He couldn’t really understand anyone else, except maybe Dustin sometimes. Then again, Dustin used a lot of tech speak that went over Steve’s head even before his hearing deteriorated. 

Steve was putting tapes back in the proper places, oblivious to Robin calling for him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Shit! Hi!” he exclaimed, realizing he must have missed something again. “Sorry, I’m kind of out of it.”

Ah, his go-to excuse. It worked every time.

“Bullshit, Harrington,” she replied. Before Steve could defend himself, she continued. “You can’t hear very well anymore, can you?”

Huh. Okay, it worked every time, until now. Steve nodded, realizing he had no reason to hide it from Robin anymore.

“How’d you know?” he wondered. Usually, Robin paced back and forth and avoided eye contact during her rambles, but this time she stayed put and faced him head on.

“Steve,” she began. “You’ve always been a little oblivious, but recently it’s like you’re never listening to me at all. Plus, I’ve been throwing random things into conversation to see if you notice. Hey, Steve, just figured out that hamsters aren’t real. Dingus, I just got a tattoo of your face on my face. You know, things like that. You’ve never said anything about it, so at first I thought you were just stressed or depressed or - wait, shit. You can’t hear. Maybe I should write this down.” She went to search for a pen and paper, but he grabbed her arm to stop her.

“I think I got the gist,” he responded. Thankfully this was one of his better days, otherwise he never would have been able to follow. “Wait, hamsters are real though, right?” Robin’s face fell as she genuinely pondered whether Steve was being serious. “I’m kidding. Yes I know what you’re saying.”

“Okay, cool,” she replied, relieved. “Anyway, once I realized nothing was wrong with your psyche, I started doing other tests. But sometimes I’d stomp my feet and you’d react, so I worried I was making it all up. One time I snapped right by your ear, but then I accidentally flicked you on the temple.”

Steve remembered that. She said it was a bug.

He could hear some frequencies, and it also depended on the day and the season. It was best in quiet spaces where he only had to talk to one person. That’s how he got by so well at work, because it was a relatively quiet place. 

Well, except for Robin and her constant rambling. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked. Steve shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I didn’t wanna admit it, I guess, but I think it’s just gonna get worse.” The prospect of losing his hearing entirely and permanently was on the table, especially if he was to get punched again or something. Considering his group of friends and their history of getting into trouble, that didn’t seem unlikely. Robin put a caring hand on his shoulder and gave a comforting smile.

“Well, I talk too much for you to not understand me, so this means we’re both gonna have to learn sign language.”

“What?” Steve winced at the idea. “No way. I took three years of Spanish and I only know how to ask where the bathroom is.”

(He actually forgot how to say that, too.)

“Yeah, but maybe sign language will be different. I mean, it’s visual, right?” Robin put her elbows on the counter and continued. “Come on, you know I love languages, and I’m soooo booooored.” As she spoke, her body slowly sank onto the counter until she was face down. 

Steve chuckled. He wasn’t surprised that she was the first to figure it all out, and her reaction was incredibly on brand. 

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

Steve picked up the alphabet pretty quickly. He already knew most of it from Sunday School as a kid. Then, for about a week or so, Robin drilled him by practicing different signs during their shifts together. There were only a few weeks of summer vacation left before Robin went back to school for her senior year.

Steve was grateful he’d already graduated by the time his hearing got worse. He would never have had the courage to ask for accommodations. Although, Robin probably would have bugged him into asking for it anyway. 

Whatever, He didn’t need to think about that. 

MOVIE, Robin signed to Steve during a standard shift at Family Video.

“Uhhhhh…cheese?” Steve guessed. Robin shook her head. 

“No, but close!” she countered. Steve groaned. 

“How is it close, Robin? How?” he complained. She laughed, then showed him the sign for CHEESE versus MOVIE. They were honestly not that different. “Oh. Okay, yeah.”

W-O-R-K, she fingerspelled next. Steve’s eyes lit up. 

“I know this one!!!” he exclaimed, hitting one of his fists on top of the other to sign WORK.

“Yes!” Robin cheered. She quickly corrected herself and signed YES. Steve smiled. CANDY TIME.

When Steve got a sign right, she’d throw an M&M his way so he could catch it in his mouth. It was something they’d started doing together at Scoops Ahoy with various toppings.

M&M’s were much less messy.

Sure, the study and reward method was a bit juvenile, but it worked. Steve practiced, and he learned some basic signs. THANK YOU. PLEASE. SORRY. I KNOW. I DON’T UNDERSTAND. WHAT? AGAIN. He also learned random ones. BIRD. BASKETBALL. VAMPIRE. SODA.

And then, of course, the two of them learned the other essentials - words that they usually just had shared glances for.

HOT, for when an attractive customer came in. COMPLAIN, for when an annoying customer came in. FINISH, when their shift was over. 

It worked. They started signing to each other instead of talking whenever possible. Robin let him have all the tasks he could do in the back room or by himself, and she handled a lot of the customers to cover for him. The pressure and stress Steve had been feeling started to melt away, and his headaches got better since he didn't have to focus so much all the time.

His parents knew about his condition, but they never talked much in the first place, so nothing really changed at home. He’d go to work and make do, and then he’d go home, and everything was alright.

About a week of study sessions later, Robin had an idea. 

YOUR FRIENDS, she began. Steve stared at her and waited for her to elaborate. She took a deep breath. TELL-THEM YOU CAN. 

Steve continued to stare at her quizzically. She was learning all the grammar and shit, and he was still on vocabulary. 

MY FRIENDS…YES? He guessed, trying to mimic the one sign he couldn’t remember the meaning to. She shook her head. 

C-A-N, she clarified. Steve thought about it. YOUR FRIENDS LOVE YOU, she continued, slower this time. SHOULD KNOW.

Steve sighed. He’d been avoiding Dustin a lot more these last few weeks, because he knew the smartass would figure him out in seconds. 

Steve sighed, knowing Robin was right. 

O-K, he agreed. 

Dustin took it well. He had a lot of questions, but most of them Steve didn’t know the answers to. He quickly decided he would also learn some signs to support Steve. The support made Steve feel so relieved, he told all of his other friends. Well, he told the kids. Max. El. Will. Mike. Lucas. El and Will were planning on moving to California pretty soon with Jonathan and Joyce, so El decided it would be good for her to practice writing letters to Steve, since she’d be doing long distance with Mike and all. Lucas and Mike also made an attempt at learning signs, but they were even shittier at it than Steve was - which honestly made Steve feel even better. They treated it like a secret code they all were learning - kind of like the weird phrases they insisted on saying whenever they used the walkie talkies.

It was all very cute. 

Since Steve wasn’t in school, he ended up practicing sign language during most of his free time. It felt good to be doing something for himself. It made him feel smart, and he didn’t feel smart that often. Robin also picked it up pretty fast, which was to be expected. 

But then, all of a sudden, school was starting again, and everyone was busy. Steve continued to work and study ASL, but he didn’t have as many shifts with Robin. He would drive the kids to school and to their clubs and stuff, but it was impossible to communicate with a bunch of kids in the car. He went on dates, but the talking part of it all didn’t really work out. He wasn’t connecting with anybody, and he couldn’t understand them half the time. Plus, most of his date spots required loud noises - movies, sports games, etc. He’d go out with women, and he’d have a decent albeit exhausting time trying to keep up, and then sometimes they’d have sex, but if he was being honest - he wasn’t even really enjoying sex as much anymore.

Crazy, right? He couldn’t believe it either.

He was isolated, but getting by. He kept spending down-time at work watching videos about sign language that he’d borrowed from the library, and everywhere he went he tried to think of the sign for what he saw. TREE. CAR. LIGHT. RESTAURANT. BICYCLE. HOUSE. BOOK. STORE.

Eventually, it all started coming together. 

-

It was October - Halloween season. Considering what had happened last Halloween, Steve wasn’t too thrilled about it. Neither were some of the kids, primarily Will and El. Times had been tough for El especially after losing Hopper, and Steve knew that. It seemed like she had a decent support system though. Jonathan’s mom had taken her in, and she was dating Mike as well. She’d be okay, Steve hoped.

Then came the big moving day for the Byers and El. Steve had to admit he was a bit jealous. He’d wanted to get out of Hawkins forever, but now he had Dustin and Robin tying him there. 

Jonathan got to escape this town and he was dating Nancy? Such bullshit. 

Not that Steve was pining over Nancy anymore. He’d always love her, in a way, but he’d moved on. They didn’t work together, and that was that. Over and out, as the kids would say on their stupid walkie talkies. 

Anyway, El may have been alright, but Steve had his doubts about Will. He didn’t really know how to broach the subject, but he noticed that when he picked the kids up, Will was usually pretty quiet. 

An outsider, kind of like Steve.

So, when moving day arrived, Steve offered to help. He knew that Nancy and Jonathan would be there and their farewells would be a whole thing he had no interest in being around for, but he was pretty strong and he could carry boxes and help the kids, at least.

But when he showed up, he saw Will in the backyard by himself. Steve gave a small wave, then slowly approached the kid and sat down beside him. 

WHAT’S-UP, Steve signed. It was one of the signs he taught all the kids. Will shrugged. Steve watched Will intently as he waited for his response.

“I don’t want to move,” Will said. “I like my house. And my friends.” Will caught himself, realizing he knew an applicable sign, then added FRIENDS. Steve smiled.

UNDERSTAND, he replied. That was another sign he taught the kids. “This sucks.”

“How do you sign that?” Will asked. “That it sucks.” 

Steve knew that one, obviously. He knew a lot of signs now, but that was one he used a lot. He brought the tip of his pointer finger to his chin and frowned. Will repeated the action, then raised his eyebrows. Steve nodded in approval. Will’s hands dropped back into his lap, and the forlorn look on his face came back.

“I guess I just -” Will began, averting his eyes from Steve and staring in the distance. “They’re gonna forget about me here. They’re already -” He sighed. “It feels like I’m being left behind, even though I’m the one leaving.” Steve nodded gently, understanding the feeling all too well.

Will was the member of the party Steve had interacted with the least, probably because the other kids were a bit - uhhh - louder. Dustin and Steve were like brothers, Lucas and Steve could talk about basketball, El and Max were by no means close with Steve but he still felt like a surrogate older brother to them, and Mike was - 

Okay, Mike and Steve didn’t really get along. That was to be expected, considering everything. They weren’t mean to each other or anything, they were just awkward and mildly annoyed with each other most of the time. 

Will was different. Steve had been filled in on what happened to Will through Dustin, and it was - well, yeah. Will had it rough. And no one ever really talked about it. It was like, Will went through this whole traumatic thing, but he was back to “normal” now, so everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine, and he was getting sick and tired of pretending it was.

Whoops. Okay. Maybe Steve was connecting with Will more than he anticipated he would. 

That was probably where a lot of the disconnect came from with everyone in Steve’s life except for Robin. The two of them had been tortured together for hours underground. Steve got the brunt of it. And they were drugged and threatened and nearly killed dozens of times. But they escaped and got out and then they were fighting a giant monster and fireworks were going off and then people died and there was no space for Steve to talk about what had happened to him. 

He probably needed a therapist, but if he saw a shrink his dad would never let him hear the end of it. Besides, how could he explain any of his trauma to them? He couldn’t talk about it with anyone except his close group of friends, and he didn’t want to burden them with it, so he just…didn’t talk about it. 

Steve wanted to say so many things to Will, but he also felt like he had no right to give any advice on friends or happiness. Steve had left the majority of his friends behind, willingly, and he didn’t regret it, but he also was sad about it. He missed it in some weird, fucked up way he couldn’t explain. Especially Tommy. God, all they did was argue and get in each other’s faces, but they knew each other better than anyone else. The best and the worst of it - mostly the worst, though.

“Well, I won’t forget you,” Steve said, hoping the reassurance would provide some kind of comfort. 

“You don’t know me,” Will replied. “And don’t you hate my brother?”

Oof. Valid argument, but still. Steve’s thoughts on Jonathan were…complicated, to say the least.

“I don’t hate him,” Steve responded. “And your brother isn’t you.” 

When Steve spoke, he tried to translate it in his head. It had become a habit. HATE DON’T. YOU, YOUR BROTHER, NOT-SAME.

He was getting pretty good at the sign language thing.

“I’m probably just going to sit out here and be sad,” Will said with a shrug. 

“Okay,” Steve replied. “Is it okay if I sit here and be sad too?”

Will turned to Steve, confused at first, but then his face relaxed into something different. He nodded. 

Everyone inside seemed to be doing just fine without them, anyway.

-

The Byers (and El) moved to California. Lucas, Dustin, and Mike joined Hellfire club, which they were really excited about. The first few times Dustin had told Steve about it, the dipshit was so excited Steve only got like half of what he was being told. For example, he thought the boys were getting ready to drink champagne for the first time or something, which was weird, but whatever. Kids are weird. And then later he realized they were preparing for a campaign.  

They had shirts. Steve recognized the shirts. Then, it all made sense.

He’d heard of Hellfire before. They were kind of hard to miss. They were the exact opposite of cool, even though Dustin seemed to think that wasn’t the case. An underground sort of cool, he’d explained. 

Yeah. Sure, buddy.

Steve knew from his years at Hawkins High that those guys were not treated with any sort of respect. The only popularity they had was the negative kind. People knew who they were, and they stayed away. They were weird.

At the same time, Steve wasn’t surprised the boys had joined. It was a Dungeons and Dragons club, after all - Of course, Steve didn’t actually make that connection until Dustin had made him aware. He wasn’t sure what he thought Hellfire did back when he was in school, but it certainly wasn’t a nerdy roleplaying game. They gave off a different vibe. Like, a chaotic anarchist kind of vibe. Most of Steve’s perception came from the guy who led it - Eddie Munson, the school freak. That’s what they called him. Steve and Eddie had never really interacted, because why would they have? They were both seniors when Steve graduated, but Eddie was a year older. And he still hadn’t graduated. 

Tough deal.

Anyway, Dustin was obsessed with Eddie. He worshiped the guy, basically. And Steve couldn’t help but be a little jealous - not that he’d ever admit that, of course. But Dustin was around Eddie more often, and they could talk about things they enjoyed freely and without having to stop every ten seconds to repeat themselves.

So, yeah. Steve was bitter about it. 

He usually picked the kids up from Hellfire after school, because the “champagnes” (no, they never let Steve live that one down) sometimes went pretty late. Plus, Steve was the wheels in most circumstances - he drove Robin to school every morning, too.

He was probably at Hawkins High more often than he had been when he attended the damn school. 

Anyway, one night in particular, Steve waited outside the drama club room for Lucas, Mike, and Dustin to walk out and hop in the car like they always did, but they were running late. 

Again. Oh, joy. 

Steve parked the car and headed inside, only to find everything packed up (thankfully), but everyone was still absorbed in conversation. 

Steve couldn’t follow. They were all talking over each other and about things that he didn’t really understand well in the first place. Plus, there was music playing in the background, which muddied everything else in his brain. So, he waited and watched them interact. And then everyone was looking at him, and he didn’t know why. 

“What?” Steve asked, totally lost. He turned to the boys, who all tried to explain what Steve had missed in their own way. Steve caught them flashing a few signs his way. JOKE. IGNORE. HE DON’T-KNOW. 

Ehh, Steve kind of pieced it together. Eddie probably made some sort of comment about how awkward Steve was being without knowing why. It was probably for the best that Steve didn’t hear it. Instead, he turned to Eddie so he could share what was going on. 

But then, Eddie signed to him.

YOU DEAF?

Steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He nodded. YOU SIGN?!

MOM DEAF, Eddie explained. Before Steve had the chance to ask a follow-up question, Eddie answered one of them. MOM DEAD NOW.  Eddie turned away to face the boys, then pivoted back to Steve. BEFORE, COULD HEAR. RIGHT? HAPPEN WHEN?

Eddie’s signing skills seemed almost natural. Clearly he’d been doing it for ages. Steve nodded.

NEW, he explained. He was blanking on the sign for “recent” due to the fact that he was so stunned. MY SIGNING… Oh, God. Steve couldn’t remember how to say anything. He wanted to say that he was still learning, so he wasn’t that good. Instead, he did the universal hand gesture for “iffy,” which worked well enough. The boys and the other club members all watched this interaction in awe as Eddie processed this with a small nod.

O-K, Eddie replied. 

And that was it. Eddie went back to talking to the boys, and presumably dismissed them as they all scattered away to collect their bags. Eddie wasn’t even looking at Steve. 

That was kind of a bummer.

Up until then, Steve hadn’t met anyone else who signed (except for Robin), so this was kind of huge. At the same time, it was Eddie. Like, Steve had come a long way from his King Steve days, but the dude was a loose cannon. He was always drawing attention to himself and jumping on tables and shit. They had nothing in common, originally, but now they had two gigantic things in common - Dustin and sign language. 

Steve took the kids home as he usually did, but he didn’t even attempt to focus on what they were saying. Besides, he was still thinking about, well, everything.

A part of him was annoyed, because of course the other older brother figure for Dustin was cool enough to know sign language. Of course. The other part of him was over the moon. He had someone to talk to and practice with. Although, that was only if Eddie was interested, which he very well might not have been. Plus, it was also kind of against the rules of the school. The jock and the freak spending time together? It just didn’t happen. 

Then again, Steve wasn’t going to Hawkins High anymore. He could make his own rules. 

He couldn’t wait to tell Robin about all of this. She was going to lose her damn mind.

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Canon Events, The Multiverse and Miles Morales

Most theories about Canon Events, discourse about the ATSV's plot holes and BTSV prediction started pissing me off. Decided to summarize ATSV myself. Let's start with the following image:

Lol

What are Canon Events?

The basic.

MILES: And these nodes, where the lines converge?

MIGUEL: They are The Canon. Chapters that are a part of every spider’s story, every time.

– ATSV Script. MULTIVERSAL MAP SCENE.

Canon events are pivotal moments – milestones in their storyline– that change the course of the rest of narrative in a Spider-Man's life. The events end up shaping a series of fundamental elements including personality traits, insecurities, career prospects and more. It includes constants origin stories, significant victories, losses, and character-defining moments that contribute to the hero's identity.

Or, A moment or action that must happen to certain Spider-Men – otherwise their universe risks being destroyed.

The Canon Events connect every Spider-Person's lives together, in what Miguel name Web of Life and Destiny. It's a constant through the Multiverse.

Canon Events are real, Event ASM90 makes it clear: a police captain close to Spider-Man dies saving a kid from falling rubble during a battle with an arch-nemesis...

But Canon Event seems to be fairly flexible. Uncle Ben dies in Peter’s arms; Peter dies in Gwen’s arms; Miles loses Uncle Aaron. Every Spider-Person loses somebody they love, and this somebody can be adapted to the Spider-Person's own story – in other words, The Canon might not exactly be a prewritten rule but a guideline.

Something that need to be cleared: Miguel did study the Multiverse. It's not clear if it was after Gabriella's universe collapse or not, but he studied it to the point of being able to categorize and cross-reference the events. So far he is not wrong, much less lying. It is clear that Canon Events are a thing that exist.

Does Canon Events equal Fixed Points?

( Disclaimer: It's been years since I watch anything from the MCU. So what I'm about to say is from what I gathered from multiple wiki pages and an overview of comics. Funnily enough, the last thing I watched from the MCU was Spider-Man: No Way Home. Edit: it's been so long that I forgot the movie's name. It was actually Spider Man: Far Away From Home).

Fixed points are events in the timeline that are deemed unchangeable. Attempting to alter these points would have severe consequences, potentially destabilizing the multiverse. Fixed points are like anchors, ensuring a degree of stability in the multiversal continuum.

Miguel claims that if a Canon Event are disrupted it'll destabilize the universe up to the point of self-destruction.

Does it mean that ATSV is following the MCU take on the multiverse? Not necessarily.

In the MCU there's this thing called Incursions. Here's a short description:

An Incursion occurs when the boundary between two universes erodes and they collide, destroying one or both entirely.

Several people in the fandom dove into the conclusion that this is what happened to Gabriella's universe; Miguel interacted with it, his different molecule's resonance might have interfered with the syntonic nature of Gabriella's reality, the boundary between the two universes collided and her universe collapsed.

It even could be true, even if it was the rare case where the Incursion killed only Gabriella's universe and somehow Earth-918b – Miguel's universe, where the HQ is located – survived.

But it's not. Incursions are exactly what divert the Sony Animated Universe of the MCU, ironically. Why?

Because if the Incursion was a thing in the ATSV then the Spider-Society wouldn't be able to exist, and they couldn't constantly interact with each other, or interfere in another multiverse (even if it's to hunt down an anomaly).

One could argue that they can interfere because of their Dimensional Device – that stabilizes then enough so they can walk around multiple universes without falling dead from molecular decay.

But if that was what prevented Incursions then Gabriella's universe wouldn't be destroyed at all.

"Maybe it only works because they don't stay a lot of time in another dimensions plus they only go to other universes to deal with anomalies!"

Y'all forgot that Gwen was crashing in Hobie's dimensions? She said that it's been months since she was recruited (months since she reveled her identity to her father and, since then, apparently didn't go back to her dimension). Months, and it wasn't to deal with an anomaly, yet neither her or Hobie's dimension collapsed.

Even if she wasn't in his dimensions constantly and was somewhere else, or did go back to her dimension, don't forget the whole HQ in Earth-918 full of people from other universes – has a gym and a cafeteria, therapy offices, wouldn't be surprised if it had dorms, encouraging the Spider-Heroes to stay there for longer and interact with each other.

Mayday wasn't supposed to exist if Incursions were a thing. She was born because of Miles' influence in Peter B.'s life.

Which means ATSV doesn't have Incursions, at least not the way MCU has it even if the writers want us to see it as the same Multiverse. Ergo, Fixed Points are not necessarily Canon Events.

We know Canon Events exist and are constants through the Multiverse, but we don't know if breaking a Canon Event can cause the death of an universe because the only instance where this happened before our eyes Spot was involved and thus disqualified the data. All we have is Miguel's word for it.

Maybe Canon Events are just a pattern.

But if Canon Events are just a pattern, then why did Gabriella's universe collapse?

Here's two not-mutally-exclusive theories:

When Miguel assumed the place of his variant, the universe saw him as a parasite, someone that should have died but didn't. It self-destructed itself as a form of self-preservation that went wrong – just like we have fever when we where sick. This theory anthropomorphizes the universes, and through I like it, it's not the most probable cause. If that's what happened, then Miguel confused correlation with causation and, possibly, The Canon has nothing to do with Gabriella's universe dying.

Gabriella was supposed to be Spider-Woman. Maybe her father was who she was supposed to lose. He broke The Canon by assuming the place of his variant and this destroyed the natural order of things, resulting on the collapsing of the universe.

Let's go back to the script:

MIGUEL: That’s how the story is supposed to go. Canon events are the connections that bind our lives together. But those connections can be broken. That’s why anomalies are so dangerous...[...]

MIGUEL: You break enough canon, save enough captains, we could lose everything.

Did you notice it? Miguel worries about anomalies not only because they're ordinarily dangerous to innocent people, but they can break the connections – break the canon.

Think with me: The canon is the thing that binds Spider-People together, so wouldn't it make sense that anomalies only show up when a canon event is about to happen, if they're snatched by holes in the multiverse's fabric? Wouldn't it be easier for them to show up at the points where the universes naturally junction? Or somehow it triggers a canon event?

Take Vulture as an example. If Miguel hadn't showed up, were Gwen going to die before her time? Get permanently wounded? Something else? We know that the Canon event was supposed to happen that day because of what Layla says, "The Canon remains intact", indicating it was something that were already being monitored, the model already had a prediction for it.

Coming back to Miguel. He is determined that he broke the Canon, trillions of lives died because of it if you consider the whole universe collapsed, which goes further into other planets, other galaxies. And, if so far he was right about the Canon, wouldn't he be right about this too? Or do you think he – a man that lost his (foster) daughter – wouldn't look into why the whole universe collapsed, why she died in his hands?

There's no way to soften this. Her death is his fault and her blood is in his hands.

He's the founder of Spider-Society, assumed the role as leader. He settled a supporting system through it for mourning Spiders. If he wasn't competent and fundamentally good then a legion of Peter Parkers wouldn't follow his orders, the Spider-Society wasn't going to exist.

Miguel doesn't want anybody else to make the same mistake– this doesn't mean he doesn't make other mistakes. That's why he lashes out at Gwen and why he explains to Miles what will happen to his dad. This was a mistake that he undoubtedly committed. He shouldn't have told Miles what would happen if he wanted utmost trust that the Canon wasn't going to be broke.

He wanted Miles to believe in him.

MIGUEL: You have a choice between saving one person and saving an entire world. Every world.

He wanted Miles to do the right thing. The Trolley Problem with extra lives at risk.

That's why he antagonizes Miles afterwards. Yes, only afterwards.

Miguel knows that he could spare Miles the pain if he listened. He only gets angry and haunts Miles down when he notices Miles won't listen and that the same story will repeat just in front of his eyes.

Miguel knows what will happen if Miles save his dad. Miguel is trying to save people.

But then what will happen to Miles' dad?

Two things:

Gwen already proved that it's possible to circumvent the Canon.

Actually, her dad did. Captain Stacy stopped being a Captain. He resigned from the Police Force. He isn't going to die anymore. You can see her relief when he says this.

The Canon wasn't broken, but it doesn't mean event ASM-90 needs to happen.

But also:

The Exception Proves The Rule.

Under [the scientific version] of the phrase, the word 'proof' is to be understood in its archaic form to mean the word 'test' (this use can be seen in the phrase the proof of the pudding is in the eating).

The example is of a hypothetical critic, Jones, who never writes a favourable review.

So it is surprising when we receive an exception: a favourable review by Jones of a novel by an unknown author. Then it is discovered that the novel is his own, written under a pseudonym. The exception tested ('proved') the rule and found that it needed to be understood a little more precisely - namely, that Jones will never write a favourable review, except of his own work.The previous evaluation of Jones's ill-nature toward others is re-affirmed by discovering the manner in which the exception falls outside the rule.

– The Exception that Proves the Rule

Let's go back Canon's definition: a moment or action that must happen to certain Spider-Men – otherwise their universe risks being destroyed.

So: a Spider-Man's Canon Events are never meant to be broken or the universe will be destroyed.

Miles Morales is an anomaly. "The spider that gave you your powers wasn’t from your dimension! It was never supposed to bite you!"

If we apply that the exception proves the rule: a Spider-Man's Canon Events are never meant to be broken or the universe will be destroyed, except if the Spider-Man himself is an anomaly.

This also proves Miguel's theory of Canon Events further.

Anyway I'm going back to sleep.

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TW for stalking. Inspired by videos like the one in the source link.

Despite being closer to nugudom than BTS-level fame, Fable’s Haksu has been the victim of numerous sasengs ever since his debut. They range from more annoying than normal fans to people committing crimes, with a stronger emphasis on crimes.

MARCH / @haksubak

The most is known about Twitter user haksubak, who once posted her entire government name in a picture of her passport and a plane ticket to Seoul. To protect some of her privacy, her first name is Michelle, though she goes by March online. She’s presumably Chinese American, based on her Chinese middle and last names and American passport. As the biggest name in Fable’s English-speaking fandom, she’s seen as an authority on most things related to Fable. She’s supposedly OT8-biased, but anyone who’s ever followed her knows that she likes Haksu the most. She probably doesn’t even know Intak’s name. What most people don’t know is that her reputation was built on some very sasaeng-like behaviors. From the creation of her account in early 2021, she’s always known everything there is to know about Fable’s official schedules and some of their unofficial ones. She used to post about university performances and filming schedules before the fancafe ever did. No international fans ever fact-checked her on those tweets until she jumped on the Zenith Entertainment leaks bandwagon at the end of last year and correctly predicted all the stops and dates for Fable’s world tour.

March is most commonly associated with a GoFundMe scam from the end of 2022, where she posted about needing to pay for surgery for her dog. She surpassed her goal of $3500, and everything was fine for a while. A few months later, one of her friends fell out with her and posted DMs where March bragged about scamming other fans to extend her stay in Korea. She doesn’t even have a dog. She’s been exposed multiple times for both her sasaeng behavior and for scamming people, but her status as the most popular international Fable fan account continues to remain untouched. 

EUNMYEONG / @eun__myeong

One of the earliest sasaengs on the scene, Eunmyeong has been a constant and constantly disliked presence since Fable’s debut. Her account dates back to late 2018, and her username is an obvious play on the word 운명 (unmyeong), or destiny. It was also one of Haksu’s most used words shortly after his debut. It was his destiny to debut. It was his destiny to meet his fans. It was his destiny to piss Mingeun off so badly in their debut era that they didn’t speak on camera for two months. You get the point.

Since then, Eunmyeong has proven herself extremely dedicated. She attends multiple fansigns every era, and is probably a good percentage of Fable’s total sales. She’s posted pictures of the stacks and stacks of albums she’s purchased and the shreds of the inclusions featuring members other than Haksu. In the short promotional period of Fable’s last release, she attended all four fansign events. In comparative fansite photos, Haksu looks a little less pleased to see her each time.

Opening her Twitter media at any point subjects you to dozens of pictures of one of Haksu’s photocards held up in front of an apartment building at all times of day. She’s confirmed multiple times that the building she loiters in front of is Fable’s and offers to give other sasaengs the address for a certain price as long as they don’t bias Haksu. Most pictures of the inside of their building, all the way to right outside their apartment doors are her doing. She’s stated multiple times that she also knows what the interior of their apartments look like, but she’s never posted any proof. Not that we want to see any proof.

H.VEN / @chunguk97

H.ven, pronounced “heaven,” is among the most infamous of Haksu’s sasaengs. She first went viral in late 2020 for attending a fansign in a wedding dress. While it seems like that could be the action of a normal but intense and slightly deranged fan, she re-appeared in different wedding dresses multiple times over the next couple of years. She’s also attended all the stops across both of Fable’s world tours except one: the one where Haksu wasn’t there. She posted a picture of her collection of VIP badges, which could probably pay for a year or two of my college education. At the end of their tour, she was the main character of a now extremely iconic airport video of Andrew stepping in front of Haksu and shoving her aside. He shouldn’t have to do that, but I wouldn’t complain if he did it more often. 

As if all of that wasn’t enough, H.ven has also thrown hands with airport security not once, not twice, but at least three separate times. Other fan accounts have reported times where she was literally dragged, kicking and screaming, out of the airport. Oh to be a fly on the wall when that happened. During the pre-recording of one of Fable’s music show performances last year, she reportedly fist-fought a fan of another group for a spot close to the stage. According to hearsay, they were both removed from the venue and restarted their brawl the next day at the next pre-recording.

The mainstay of her Twitter account is an ongoing thread of her appearances in the background of official Fable content. She’s been featured in over half of Haksu’s vlogs since he started uploading them in 2019, usually standing around somewhere in the background with her face blurred out. She compiles screenshots and video recordings in tweets anyway. Her thread has gained enough infamy within the fandom to be compiled in YouTube videos running twenty to thirty minutes long.

RIA / @a2uz7ha3k1

With a keyboard smash username that strikes fear into the hearts of kpop stans and idols the world over, Ria is known for buying and selling phone numbers. Her journey as a Fable sasaeng around 2022, when she started offering Haksu’s cell number for sale. She was probably annoyed by H.ven in her mentions every day asking about him. She also offers Byeonghwi, Kiyoung, and Andrew’s numbers for lower prices. Her accounts usually don’t last more than a few days or weeks before being mass-reported by sudden alliances of different fandoms and then deleted. It does nothing to deter her. She hits her keyboard again and is back to selling phone numbers within the hour.

She seems to specialize in doxxing. She was the first to announce that Jaeseop moved out of the Fable dorms and in with his girlfriend, later adding on her full name, workplace, and parents’ names. Eunmyeong didn’t have anything to say about that and she spends all day outside of Fable’s building. Ria was also responsible for a leak of Haksu’s private Instagram that made few waves other than outrage over the invasion of privacy because everyone discovered he was pretty boring and he didn’t post anything too different from his public Instagram. Somehow this did nothing to curtail anyone’s interest in him.

[forestgoblinvibes]

Chapter 4: count down begins (task force 141 x Male!shifter reader)

Authors note: hello! Loves! Here is to another chapter!! A few things I’d like to say! To start, thank you. Starting this AU I didn’t believe it was going to get much attention but I was proven wrong! I hope everyone loves the the chapters to come! And speaking of, I have so many great/fun/heart wrenching/agonizing ideas for future chapters. But I want to know what my readers would enjoy. I know this is a Mondern Warefare AU so it’s ok for things to be different. This story is based in my own universe, but I want my readers to enjoy it. So please, send some feedback! What do y’all think? What would you like to see? I need ideas for filler chapters or one shots so this story doesn’t end to quickly. And with that! I think I will start taking one shot request as well so send them in!!!

Warning: this chapter includes mentions of nightmares,breaking bones, and fighting

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Three days before the mission.

The night before, when the mission was first announced the nightmares started. Different scenarios of losing the team. Being captured and tortured agin. Or losing control and betraying them, killing Dennis.

All this plagued your mind when trying to sleep, all different ways you could fail. You didn’t tell anyone, no not now. Not when the mission was the most important topic.

The morning of the count down you woke up in a cold sweet and tense. It been a while since you’ve had nightmares. But you brush it off as nerves and continue with your day. Shower, eat and get to the briefing room.

You reach the mess hall and are immediately greeted by two things, the smell of coffee and a bone crushing hug from none other than, Dennis.

“Mornin’! I already got you a cup of coffee and plate of food, eggs, toast and sausage. Come on, it’s just us eating, seems we both slept in a bit” she said while dragging you to one of the many tables.

“Well good morning to you to bugs. Sleep well?” You ask while sitting and sipping the coffee. Humming as the warm liquid helped you wake up.

Dennis gave off this bright and excited aura, it was contagious even if you wished it wasn’t. She wore a huge smile while sipping on the hot contents, it smelled like cocoa. She’s never been a coffee person.

“Mhmm, I slept well. It’s nice having my own room, beds not to bad. But I’m a bit sore, sparring yesterday was rough. How ‘bout you? Sleeping well?” She spoke quickly, she was exciting for the days to come. To finally get back on the field.

“I slept fine, not to sore” your answer was short and simple. And half a lie, you slept terribly but that was for another day. Today was breifing and training, welcomed distractions from the nightmare that replayed itself.

For a few minutes you both ate in a comfortable silence. Both of you soaking in each others company until it was Dennis who once agin broke the silence.

“So, what was it that the lieutenant told you yesterday? He seemed pretty pissed off. Or was it something else?~” she asked with a sly grin and dramatic wiggle of her eyebrows, a skill you were oddly jealous off.

“Get your head clear bugs” you snort and half choke on the sausage you’d been eating. Making the woman laugh at the comidic timing.

“He was just yellin’ at me that’s all. Seeing as I almost ripped Soap to shreds. Wants to make sure I’m in control” you shrug your shoulders. But even she knew how the topic of control made you feel.

Always being told. ‘Control it’ or ‘control yourself’ every time you turned around was frustrating. It was a constant reminder that people around you didn’t trust you enough to not remind you, that you were dangerous. An animal.

Dennis nods and goes quiet for a moment before gaining a shit eating grin. The look of mischievousness in her eyes.

“If we have time, wanna go out? There’s a forest close to base, we can get the rest of the team to come along of “training”. Play a hunting game?” She suggested and it was quiet tempting. You used to play hunting games with your old team and recruits.

It was like hide and seek or tag with paintball added in. You of course were the hunter, the rest of the team had to work together to either survive the set amount of time, or ‘kill’ you. It tested their survival skills and teamwork. And gave you on outlet for tension, being out in the forests always calmed you down. So you nod and grin.

“Deal, if they agree. Let’s see if you can keep them alive” you taunt and stretch a bit and hum, it coming off half growlish. “Let’s get to the briefing yeah? Not trying to be late for anything” you added while standing up.

Dennis followed and grins.

“Race you to the briefing!” She announced, almost ahead of you. You couldn’t help but laugh and chase after her.

You let her win, enjoying seeing the triumphant smile she gained while reaching the meeting room. You following at her heels inside, loyal like a guard dog.

All eyes were on the both of you, gaz smiled when Dennis entered and you could have sworn you heard his heart skip a beat. He watched her take a seat before pulling his focus back to Price.

Ghost as usual sat towards the back corner, cold eyes glaring at you, a silent warning. You take your seat beside Dennis and sigh. The only person you all seemed to be waiting on was Soap.

And if on que, the Scotsman came into the room with a bright grin and took the seat beside you.

“‘Mornin’” he said rather happily, his already vibrating energy felt contagious as you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips. And once everyone was settled price began the briefing.

“Alright, In three days we are shipping off to Mexico. Agin, we will be linking up with the Mexican special forces. Alejandro and his men. Russians have taken place of Valeria and are moving around chemicals in the remount mountains.”

The captain turns in the projector and starts flipping through different slides. Some were surveillance footage of a large and well guarded a base. Others were trucks carrying large vats of an unmarked chemical.

“Now, the Russians seem to have a few shifters of their own. From intel, a lion pride and bear. Could be more or less and we don’t have an exact number. But what we do know, the lions seemed to be spending they time as well, lions. Intel is spotty still” as price spoke he was looking at you, seeming to gauge your reaction.

You picked at your hands under the table, but hide any reaction that they could see. But you’d never fought other shifters. Play fought with your sister or partner when you were younger yes. But nothing that could be dangerous.

“If their spending most of their time as lions, they could be nomads. But if their working with the Russians there could be something in it for them as well…sir I have no training against other shifters. It’s..rare for us to be fighting against each other” you spoke your concern truthfully while keeping your eyes on Price. And he nods thoughtfully.

“I’ll see if I can pull some strings, get you some training then. But you’ll be fitted for a vest. Similar to the K-9 units. If they are nomads I want you to be shifted once we get to the mountains for this mission to help fight them off if the need arises.” He spoke and you physically tensed but nod anyway. He continued after that.

“Our job will be to infiltrate that base, identify the chemically they have and find out why they have it. And figure out who their ringleader is. Alejandro and his men will be at our side and we will be staying at their base. Once we land in La Almas we will make a game plan. Until them I want everyone training, separately and together is that understood”

There was a string of quick ‘Yes sir’s

“Any questions?” price asked and looked around the room. Gaz raised his hand and spoke out.

“How long will the mission last? Once we get to the mountains?” He asked while leaning forward against the table.

“Well, the mountains are a large area, and it’s covered with dense patches of forest. We know the base is located in the mountains but not exactly where so probably a few weeks at least” price answered confidently. And looked at the rest of the team. Soap spoke up with a laugh.

“Aye, best be we get to trainin’ then I wanna rematch with the cat here” he laughed and nudged your shoulder, your forced out a light chuckle. Dennis was the next to speak, standing up with a shit eating grin.

“Well, if we are to go up against lions. Y’all need to know how to take down a shifter! I say we play a game then. It’s still training though, but I saw that there’s a forest behind base. And I say we play a hunting game. All of us versus Y/N” she suggested excitingly and you role your eyes. Though she seemed to have gathered everyone’s attention. Ghost included as his eyes finally left you.

“Go on dagger, what’s this game” it was price, looking amused and interested seeing as 141 did indeed need the teasing.

“See we’ll need paint balls, few different colors and definitely a lot of red. But anyway the game’s simple. Kitty is going to hunt us, while a panther. Our job either together or on our own is to take down and “kill” him. And he’s to do the same to us. We win by killing him, he wins by killing all of us. It’ll teach y’all how to listen for him, and how to fight a shifter. You won’t survive in a real fight if you don’t know how to pin them down” she explained while looking around the room excitedly.

The first to agree, much to your surprise was Ghost. Who nods and spoke gruffly.

“It’s not a terrible idea, we do need the training. Can get some recruits in on it to” he agreed and Price nods along. Gaz was the next to agree and then Soap soon after.

“Alright. Tomorrow we will play this hunting game, gives time to get the paint ball guns and so on. Today I want everyone training and observing in hand to hand. Dagger, Y/N I want you to to show the rest of us some sparing while your a panther. Give us some ideas for tomorrow for it? Good, dismissed. Be on the mats in 15 minutes” Price orders, leaving little to no room for questions or agurments.

He’s the first to leave, followed by soap and gaz, then ghost who gave you one last glare before leaving. You and Dennis were the last to leave.

“Hey bugs, im going to go shift. Come get me in ten yeah?” You asked to which she grinned and nods.

“Yeah yeah kitty, I’ll come open the door for your no thumb having ass” she teased before leaving the breifing room and heading to her own to change.

You did the same, heading to your room and shutting the door before sighing and beginning to undress.

When you had first joined the army they issued your a special made skin tight suit to wear under your basic clothing and gear. It hugged your body and when shifting it shifted with you, acting like a second skin under your fur. And it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but still at times you chose not to wear it. Like today, where you stripped bare naked to shift.

And unlike other days where you had to shift quickly today you let it sink into your bones. Allowed yourself to fill your bones twist and break, or your muscles tighten and tear before reforming. Allowed yourself to feel every aspect of the shift and while it wasn’t extremely paining it was harsh to say the least.

Within several minutes you’d shifted to a large panther, not your largest but also not your smallest. You stretch, joints popping and you growl with satisfaction before patiently sitting on your bed for Dennis to come open the door.

And two minutes later she did, with a cheeky grin as she walked into your room and carefully held out her hand. You knew what she was wordlessly asking and nodded ever so slightly.

She came forward and gently ran her hand through the fur behind your ears. You growl contently and she seemed to let go of tension neither of you seemed to know she was holding.

After one of your first missions together you’d both found that it was quite relaxing to set together as she pet through your fur. Neither of you spoke, nor that you could. And just enjoyed the comfort. Dennis was the only person you allowed to pet you.

“ C’mon kitty, let’s go show off” she hums and gave you one last scratch behind the ears before leading yku out of the room and closing the door behind her.

You followed Dennis closely, in this form you stood about the same height at her. Which of curse drew some fearful looks from those who passed by and had never seen a shifter.

But in any case you both make it to the traing ground where the rest of the team was already waiting. Beside the day of your rescues this was the only other time they’d seen you shifted. There was a varying amount of looks.

Soap looked surprised, gaz was in awe and price seemed impressed. And ghost, for a moment you could have sworn his eyes held admiration before going neutral. You chose to ignore these looks and step to the mat and wait for Dennis to get her hand wrapped by gaz. You watched them both closely.

She was smiling like normal but had a slight flush to her cheeks as they spoke quietly, you chose not to listen in. And even after her hands were wrapped Gaz let his fingers linger against her wrist. You growl loud enough to gain her attention and once she looked at you, you tilt your head, eyes flicking between her and Gaz.

Dennis sighed and walked towards you, grumbling mainly to herself and you give her another soft growl. She knew what you where asking and her blush deepened a shade.

‘What’s goin on with you two?’ Was your unspoken question and she just shakes her head.

“ ‘Tis nothin kitty. Now com’on. Their watching” she whispered while bracing her stance, and you stood up. Growling lowly as you circled around her and she watched your every move.

And like she said the rest of your new team was indeed watching intently. Even price, despite his years of knowledge seemed to be taking mental notes.

You make the first move, lunging forward and swiping at Dennis’ legs. You were sure to keep your claws sheathed, not wanting to draw blood or giver her stitches. But she was quick to step back before you could knock her over. And so when you took a step back to reevaluate she stepped forward and tried to get her arms wrapped around your neck, attempting to put you in a choke hold.

Which she failed at as you pull your head away and quickly head butt her, knocking her back and you were quick to tower over and very carefully held her neck in your jaws. You kept this position for a few seconds before stepping back and well chirping, it was more a series of soft growling clicks but it’s how you called a win.

Dennis groans and rubbed her head while sitting up.

“Dirty move kitty” she huffed and slowly stands up before looking at the team. Instead of being upset about the loose she decided to use her failure to teach the others.

“So, what do y’all think I did wrong? And what do you think I was trying to do?” She questioned as you moved to stand beside her, another soft growl coming from you.

“You were overconfident and didn’t asses your actions fully” Soap was the first to speak and gaz followed after with a question.

“You were going for his neck? Why?”

She smiles and nods, gently scratching behind your ear before stepping forward

“Good observations. Yeah, I did get cocky. Can’t be doing that while fighting a shifter, their smarter then normal animals. And yes I was going for his neck. One of your best options his to choke out a shifter, or in leathal cases snap their neck. But of course how you take them down all depends on what animal they take after and their size”

You looked around the room, knowing you’d have to spar with each of them today and tried to make a game plan as Dennis spoke.

“Now of course on an actual field you won’t be unequipped. A knife or a gun means the difference between life and death. And just pray to whatever you may believe in that you don’t get caught unarmed” she said with a slight chuckle.

“There is more to learn but I’ll leave that for Y/N to explain. So until then who would like to go next? Remember the goal is to pin him down. If he can get back up he can kill you. I’ll be calling out wins or losses and certain points of contact. Feel free to use the fake knives to make it more interesting” after she finished speaking Gaz was the first to raise and step forward to get his hands wrapped. He grabbed one of the fake knives before entering the matted area.

The fake knives where a thick and hard plastic. No sharpness to them but could still cause some pain and discomfort if used correctly.

You watched Kyle, growling and barring your fangs. Hoping to throw him off by fear. But he stood his ground and made the first move.

He launched forwarded holding the knife with the flat of the blade against his wrist and moved into a slide when you moved forwards. It took you by surprise, he had more years on you and it showed. But still you managed to avoid the blade as he swung for your throat.

And yet Kyle still was faster and quickly switched the blade to his right hand and swung for your right shoulder. It hit bluntly and made your muscles immediately ache as you jumped to the side to create some distance.

“That’s a hit! But he’s not dead yet! Shifters of dense muscle mass.” Dennis called out causing Gaz to look towards her and you wasted no time launching forward and jumping at him.

But what you thought what him being distracted wasn’t very true. And as your body made contact with his you felt the blunt knife punch into your gut, at the same time though you managed to get your fangs to his throat as you both hit the mats. The air being punched out of you as you land on your side and for a moment you just lay there as does Kyle.

“Your both dead! Gaz your throat as been partially ripped out, Y/N you’ve been stabbed in the gut. Internal bleeding” Dennis informed rather harshly. She was always tense when training.

You growl and stand up, taking slow deep breaths to steady yourself as you look to Gaz. Gently nudging his arm to insure he was fine, to which he laughed and sits up.

“Good move Y/N. I’ll win eventually” he said confidently while standing and walking off the mat.

The next in the ring was soap, who chose to use no weapon and wore a cocky grin was he looked at you.

“Show me what you got pussycat” he taunted playfully and you roles your eyes while circling around the scot.

You both watched each other, trying to wait each other out. But much like his favorite explosives, soap was a ticking time bomb and moved first.

Going for a full tackle which you brace for, allowing the older man to force you both into a roll. Which you get out of first and pin the Scotsman on his stomach. But as you move for the “killing blow” his elbow connects with the side of your head with a rather loud crack. Effectively sending you off of him and slumping to your side with a low hiss.

Soap used this to his advantage and moved quickly to get his arms around your neck and head ass if he’d snap it.

“Y/N! Your dead, should have watched his arms. Good job Soap” Dennis called and sighed.

You stand slowly after soap released you taking deep breaths to steady yourself. Now you were getting frustrated, holding back proved unsuccessful. You had underestimated the rest of 141 and their abilities to take you down. With a low snarl you turn and face your next competitor. Ghost. Price was talking with Dennis, your paid no attention to their conversation.

He chose a fake knife and stepped onto the mat. You take a few steps back while watching the large man. The mask kept you from gaging his mood and his eyes were cold. You didn’t plan on holding back this time.

You make the first move, running forward and going for his knife hand. If you could disarm him first that would make things easier in the long run.

Ghost anticipates your moves and instead of dodging his brings his leg forward and kicks you in the side. Effectively sending you rolling back. But you are quick to get moving agin and launch forward, once close enough you change direction and quickly get behind the man. Wasting no time to jump onto his back and use your weight and momentum to force Ghost to his knees.

Agin he works with your attack and as his knees hit the mats he reached up. At first you feel the knife make contact with your back between your shoulder blades

“That a hit! He’s still kicking though” Dennis calls

And then your feel his hand grab the scuff at the back of your neck trying to pull or throw you off of hun. But this time you play dirty, you growl, growing arger and heavier in only a few seconds and his hands lose their grip. He changes tactics, as did you.

And as your jaws wrap around his head, he swings his right arm back and you feel the fake blade connect with your rib cage. She calls it.

“Ghost, your heads been crushed, Y/N, punctured lung. Your both dead. Agin kitty, watch their damn arms!” she calls as you step of off of ghost and she walks towards you.

You stood at your full height agin, 7ft. Taller then the Ghost himself who stands and stared at you. But this time you didn’t see anger or hate. But impression.

“Dirty trick soldier….good job” he said gruffly before stepping of the mat to join the rest of the team. You watch him in surprise before your attention is brought back to the sunshine her self. Who now wore a grin while winking at you.

“Alright! Good first spar but the only one to survive was soap. Ghost lost, because Y/N grew larger rather quickly. Shifters can vary in sizes, normally they have two main sizes. One is their true size” she points to you and you straighten up a bit with a proud huff.

“And then the animal size, which is self explanatory. But with training and practice they can fluctuate between those two sizes. Or like just now, go from one size to the other effortlessly” she explains as price comes back in. Having disappeared for a phone call.

“I got the paint ball guns and paint. Should be here first thing tomorrow.” He informed to which everyone nods.

“Alright any questions before we continue?” Dennis asked as you shrunk down back to a five foot tall form.

“Aye! So do you have any other forms? Like half ones or something?” It was soap who asked and you both tensed. Looking at each other, you shake your head, now wasn’t the time to go into different forms. You both knew the answer, she’s seen it before.

“That’s a question for him to answer…let’s get back to training” she said quickly and that’s what you all did, trained for most of the day. Winning, losing and perfecting techniques.

And so the missions count down begins.

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And here’s another chapter! I’m stopping it here because it started to feel like it was dragging on but In any case I hope you all enjoyed!! Feedback is deeply appreciated and I looked to sending out more chapters soon!!

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[jfouler]

What kind of relationship does Jamie have with his daughter?

a fantastic question,,

this got LONG i could talk abt them forever. so

they have a difficult but overall okay relationship, i think. mae is jamie's everything, he would explode the universe for her. she is the source of a lot of his strength... being a father is one of the few things he will never ever regret. mae loves him a lot, she loves her parents a lot, and i think after finding out about jamie's secret job thinks he's a little badass, he's living a real life video game fr… but there's also a lot of stuff that's… a Struggle from yk. divorce. and the monster stuff.

jamie of course knows this, and tries to make his and mae's short time together every weekend as good as it can be. they order food, watch whatever she wants, build the best blanket forts in the city… it gives jamie a brief sense of normalcy. he tries to participate in her interests somehow, whether that's terribly playing minecraft or listening to her recite the entirety of elden ring's story or the fnaf lore-

however i think she has a difficult time talking to him about deeper/emotional stuff. he's eternally tired and grumpy and she doesn't want to make that worse or bother him. also despite how she'll bully him like everybody else she does fear him actually being angry with her, she's seen how angry he gets at other people when he's actually pissed off, and she does not want that anger directed at her, ever. i don't think it could be, though. jamie is so much softer around mae, he almost becomes a different person. but yk, she worries about disappointing or upsetting him. he has some tendencies to be real strict and overprotective too. there are a lot of things he's tried to do for the sake of her safety and wellbeing, but those have often failed or made things worse.

on the flipside of mae, jamie has a lot of things he wants to say to her, but he doesn't know what a nine year old would be able to really grasp. he doesn't want to overwhelm her or make her worry more than she already does, and she's seen him cry one too many times in his opinion. he feels so much guilt for the things she's been through, and the person he is, and himself as a father, but he doesn't want to tell her that. if he does, she might cry, and he'll definitely cry, and it's all just a mess.

in general jamie's in a constant conflict of not wanting people to worry about him…while also making people's worries worse though his secret-keeping and distance and meanness.

mae knows he's trying. she can't exactly fully grasp the bigger picture of why he does what he does, wonders if there were times where he didn't love her, if she did something wrong and that affected the whole divorce thing - she's an anxious little gal and it only recently hit her how big and terrifying the world is after witnessing the monsters that lurk within it… she just needs people to be there for her, and jamie now is trying very hard to do just that rather than distance and close himself off because he has realized he cannot handle the consequences of his actions. pff.

he's always reminding mae he loves her and gives her far too many hugs because that's how he shows his affection, and it annoys and embarrasses her but she appreciates it. just a tad. she's glad he does. that's their relationship - complicated and sad but they love each other !!

[avonsdrabbles]

I know you're a teacher, idk if you ever went to school yourself or if you were homeschooled but if you did go to school, have there been any major differences between when you were in 6th grade vs now as a teacher? I'm leaving this vague on purpose but I guess I mean stuff like, how technology is handled, if curriculums have changed a lot, if there's new knowledge/training on how to manage the kids, etc.

So… this is a bit tough but I’ll try my best!

Under the cut since this is likely going to get long.

So, first off, it’s best to say that I have dissociative identity disorder. Some folks following me know that, some don’t, hurrah. Because of this, I really struggle to remember my childhood, 6th grade included (which, yes, I did go to public school). Here’s what I can recall though, in response to your questions:

It’s a lot different.

For one thing, I am now approaching things from the perspective of an adult. The curriculum I had as a kid, the rules I had to follow, the everything — all of it was from teachers who were underpaid and dealing with a LOT of bullshit. We didn’t make their jobs any easier. In retrospect, a lot feels different now being able to look at it as a teacher.

Tech was handled very differently. Now, the expectation is that students have tech on them at all times, as opposed to someone having a phone being a big deal. Typically, it was handheld games being confiscated; hardly anyone had a phone until around 7th or 8th grade. This was back in the days when having a phone… at all! Was considered cool. There’s also the fact that tech was actually taken straight out of the hands of kids! We can’t do that anymore. If a student is on their phone, we have to request they give it to us — we’re not actually allowed to take it ourselves. There’s also rules upon rules upon rules on how kids have to get their phones back, as opposed to the loosey goosey rules there were back in the day.

Curriculum is where my brain is more shot. I really don’t remember a lot of what I learned in 6th grade. I do know we did just about every assignment on paper, though. Probably the BIGGEST change (and this isn’t universal but more and more schools are doing this now) is the grade minimum cap. We aren’t allowed to give kids zeros anymore!! We have a minimum of 50%. This way, kids are able to come back from a missing assignment - which allows us to give less work and focus on the actual. Yknow. Learning. It’s one of my favorite parts of modern teaching.

There is a LOT of new learning on how to handle kids — to the point that older teachers constantly bitch and moan about it. The 50% cap pissed so many people off lol. But there’s also so much social-emotional learning and growth mindset and all sorts of other things we learn about, as teachers, to help us teach kids. It’s constant! We learn more and more each day.

That isn’t to say everything is better now. Just different. For instance, I know I had a typing class as a kid, and that’s just… not a thing anymore. There’s this assumption that tech is so prevalent that kids just know how to type, but god it’s bad. I actually challenge my kids to beat my typing speed each year to try to encourage them to learn.

I hope that answers your question! I’m sick rn and I’m barely aware lol.

[attenaeus]

hi

i haven't been on here in a bit.

grief is an interesting experience, and not one i expected to have to go through recently. i guess that's pretty typical of grief, it often comes when you least expect it - but i can't help but feel jealous of people who could prepare to grieve. people who had the process of understanding they were going to go.

my childhood cat passed away nearly two months ago now. it was incredibly unexpected, and incredibly traumatic. i haven't been able to drive a car since it happened. this has been my first full month without my rock, without my best friend, without the one constant in my life that always left me feeling better.

in those first days, the world was moving so fast and mine had stopped. everything was spinning and i was dizzy, waiting to catch up to the movement but it kept getting faster and faster and faster as the grief hit. it came in waves, but the waves weren't as far apart as i maybe expected. they were lots of little waves, never really properly receding. leaving a mark where they were, new ones coming to move the mark further up the shore within hours; sometimes minutes.

the first week was hard. the second week somehow hit the hardest. i was still busy. i had university, i had rehearsals for plays, i had assignments and things to do. but i didn't have him to do it with. i didn't have him to come home to. and it felt like i was betraying him to come home feeling okay, to spend my days without noticing the gaping hole in my chest. like i was leaving him behind, when all i wanted to do was wrap him in my arms and protect him from any harm. to carry him with me like a little security blanket made of yowls and pissed off glares. my little angry man, with me forever.

but he was gone. and i was still here. and it felt wrong.

my brain had turned to a fuzzy cloud of yarn and pain and tears, and of a hard center that i couldn't access no matter how much i tried. i couldn't remember things i normally would be able to. learning lines from my plays felt like an insurmountable feat, one that would normally come to me with relative ease. everything would hit the fuzz and slide off of it, leaving a small remnant but mostly just disturbing the blur.

i woke up this morning convinced that i hadn't handed in an assignment due a month ago. it was coming up to the one month anniversary when it was due, and i barely remember any of that week. i can't remember actually submitting the assignment, i just know i did.

it's been nearly two months now. i still can't believe it's been that long.

somehow, life feels worth living again.

it doesn't feel easy. it doesn't feel any less lonely without him. but it doesn't feel hopeless.

one of my plays came together incredibly well. last week my life became that show, and the people involved. my life became showing up to the theatre, having my dinner and complaining about how tired i was, doing my makeup and dancing to whatever song we chose for warm up that day, and then going on stage and watching a friend make out with a skeleton on stage.

then we'd go to maccas until midnight, and i'd get a lift home with a different friend and we'd make each other laugh until we cried over a playlist of shitty songs to have sex to, and suddenly life felt worth living again. i found myself wanting to show up to the play instead of dreading interacting with people because life was so much, i found myself volunteering to get involved in more and more. now i'm working front of house for a different show at a different company, i'm preparing to put on a play night, and i'm not thinking about how much i wish he was here to do it with me.

i still do, of course. i watched good omens recently (i am suitably Not Ok over it), and every single time something happened i would turn to find him, and be hit with the loss. i'd just recently gotten into the habit of talking at him like he understood me when i just needed to lose my mind over something. it felt like that had been ripped from me right as i got used to it. that and doctor who are the first shows i've watched and gotten invested in without him by my side, and somehow that feels lonely.

it helps that i have friends who are invested. friends that i can talk to about things. but that's where the hole feels the biggest right now. that, and when i'm having a mental health episode and he's not there to ground me. two instances, both wildly different but both feeling so important to me.

i may have figured out that the meaning of life is to do stupid shit with your friends at midnight, and to lose all sense of shame when you strip backstage because you've got to go on for the next scene and fuck it i gotta get this costume on, and to spam people with keyboard smashes when you're watching two lovesick idiots fuck everything up on tv, but for the longest time my meaning of life was him.

learning to live without him didn't feel like something i could do. and i'm almost grieving that i've been able to do it.

[countlessrealities]

Request or randomized kisses meme || No longer accepting

@wr1tten sent: 'I want the K' ( Unity > Rick )

{ Randomly generated number: 5. Firm Kiss }

He hadn't planned for this. Never again, not after what had happened the last time. If he had known that, of all people, he would have run into them, he would have turned his ship around and picked another pub to get drunk in, on the other side of the universe. In the same dimension, of course, to be sure that their paths couldn't have crossed.

Rick Sanchez was a man of science, with absolutely no belief in religion, metaphysics or whatever other similar bullshit. Fate wasn't a real thing...Well, not unless you were holding a Lockerean with a digestive issue captive. Yet, there were situations like the present one that made him wonder if he had pissed off one powerful being too many during the years, because he had the impression that the multiverse had to hate him.

Just as the previous time, Unity had been them to spot and recognise him first. It hadn't tried to get his attention this once, but the scientist had caught the sight of a group of people simultaneously turning their heads away from him, too synchronised for it to be possible...not unless they all shared one mind.

The fact that it was still inhabiting members of the same species it had during their last encounter had chased away his lingering doubts. It couldn't be a coincidence.

And goddammit, he had been sober enough to notice and connect the dots, yet drunk enough to decide that approaching it wasn't the worst choice he could have made. Story of his life.

At first, it hadn't seemed too catastrophic. They had talked a little, the air between them tense and awkward. It had been painful for him, because he doubted that it would ever not be, but he had deluded himself into thinking that he could have kept it together. Besides, the alcohol he had kept gulping down after every sentence had numbed him a little more with each sip.

It had helped...until he hadn't.

Rick didn't have a clear memory of how it had happened, nor of why he had decided to wreck the slim but budding chance at a friendly reconciliation he was being offered. But then again, that was what he always did, wasn't it? He ruined and destroyed everything he touched.

He didn't even realise that he had moved until it was already too late. He couldn't even recall which one of the aliens he had grabbed, just that they had been the closest to him. What he did remember, however, was the others' collective surprised gasp and the way the body he had forced against his own was half-heartedly trying to push him away as he pressed their mouths together, firmly and relentless.

His mind shut down completely, his every rational thought gone, drowned in the desperate need to get a taste of what he had lost. Twice. Yet, Unity was there, wasn't it? And, perhaps, if he had tried hard enough he would have managed to make it stay this time. Get it addicted to him as it had been during their increasingly tormented relationship. He could have swallowed it all again, forced it to get lost in him.

He could have tried. He could have even succeeded. But it was wrong. He didn't want to be that person anymore, and he knew that it was the only person he could ever be around Unity.

Fuck.

Rick broke away even more abruptly than he had leant in, tripping on the chair he hadn't realised he had left. He managed to catch the edge of the table, sparing himself a humiliating fall on his ass, and then took another, more careful step backwards, eyes turned away.

"I...I-I'm sorry. I didn't...I-I shouldn't have done that," he stuttered out, voice tight with the effort he was making to push the words out. Breathing was becoming harder and harder, and he could feel his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I-It's...S-Shit, I just...I don't know w-what came over me. I-I'm drunk and..."

As always. Yet another constant that had haunted him in the last forty years. Yet another of the too many factors that had almost pulled Unity down in the abyss with him.

"I...I-I have to go," he finished, gritting his teeth and balling his fists by his side. His voice was shaking, but there was a more stubborn note in it now. "H-Have a...a good life, Unity." A life where they wouldn't meet ever again. "I-It's been...I..."

He trailed off, shaking his head. He didn't even know what he wanted to say. What he did know was that he had to get out of there before his chest collapsed into itself and before all his insides were ripped into pieces.

Without another word, he brusquely turned around and rushed towards the door, not even acknowledging the server he bumped into, the sounds of glasses shattering falling and the consequential shouting to deaf ears.

[outofcontexturi]

Sun 1st Jan 2023 journal 08:19am

I was writing for about 15 mins before I started this journal and accidentally deleted whatever I was writing. That’s kinda pissed me off internally I can feel it because there was important shit on there and now I have to start again. Are my best ideas really the best ideas I have? can I not think of a better idea? do I believe I can think of a better idea? let’s answer them. But before we do that I must remember to talk about what I want in a friend/relationship? I remember saying confidence in themselves and their work. I remember saying thoughtful because it shows that they care about you and have you in their best interests and I remember saying funny because the provide an alchemy in the form of laughter and how the world can be a cruel place but funny people make it bearable to live in. I also talked about how feelings are just many different coats we put on but we can’t keep on and how feelings are always changing about the people you love because we’re not always in one constant state of emotion so what is it that binds us to each other? I think I also like resourceful people. I think they’re resourcefulness is a testament to their wealth. I also remember talking about writing this with intention and how the reason behind that is to prove to myself that my brain is functioning properly. I then asked myself what a functioning brain looked like? I think I said something about.. ah I’m hungry that’s probably why this is happening! I can’t remember what I said or even think too hard of an answer because my head hurts right now and my stomach hurts too because I think I’m hungry. My stomach is rumbling. I’m eating a twix bar right now. Future sounds by Kanye west is playing in my head. It’s 08:36am. I can hear a plane outside. what do I like about this twix bar? I like the biscuit.. wait a twix bar is basically just an over caramelised milk chocolate biscuit. wow. the power of thinking! I think I said something about thinking clearly and coherently. we have to thank God for seasonings. cause I was thinking about the taste of chicken and I realised that chicken doesn’t taste nice without seasoning. I need to blow my bubbles. I’ve been using this vocal tube to warm up my voice and I can feel more air going into my soft palate to the larynx itself. I want to implement doing the vocal warm ups every day for 30 days. I’m going to start off with 7 days and then carry on like that. 20 mins a day. That’s 2hrs and 20mins in a week of voice work. I have mental fog. I think I’m tired. I don’t allow myself enough sleep. And i wonder why I can’t think properly. I’m in my way. I need to examine my role in my own misfortunes. It’s currently 08:53am. Ooo. here’s a good one. Maybe I’m afraid of control. But it’s also something I subconsciously want. Wow now I’m thinking. Celebrity is not the highest level of consciousness - this is obvious but I think at a subconscious level I’ve put it beyond spiritual enlightenment and it’s not. What drives me? Beautiful things drive me. I think that’s why when I’m surrounded by beauty I feel better about myself or when my room is clean I just feel better about myself. Maybe words are used to create the vibrations around us cause if we’re keeping it real no one word is real because you can’t feel it but then i thought I can’t feel God physically but I can vibrationally and maybe that’s what the soul is .. a vibration. But yeah my train of thought was about how words have been created to give universal meaning to what vibrations we feel as people. It feels like I’m learning life again but like very consciously which irks me. It’s like a rebirth but in your 20’s. It’s 9:14am. I was thinking about how life doesn’t reverse like you can’t rewind time and the more I thought about it the more I thought maybe it’s a good thing we can’t cause why would you want to relive the same feeling over and over again you’d eventually lose feeling for it and life would be too predictable and mundane and that takes away from the fun of it. There’s a wonder (but a danger) in the unknown when you think about it. 9:18am.

[nraqi]

coughs

sleep deprived, incoherent ramblings shall commence

!!! WARNING I HAVE NOT FINISHED FAILURE MODE. if i get anything wrong / inaccurate,,,, shhh, anything’s possible with enough desperate staring at blank word docs <3 regardless, spoilers for some of failure mode and anything before that abound ^_^

i like to think it all started with smythe’s death. bishop starts questioning his own command (well, more?) regardless of the urgent circumstances that had led to that moment. he can’t even use a half thought out excuse that he was new, he was still learning, like he tried to tell himself when desai happened. because all those years under his belt had to account for something now, right? he’s not a kid anymore. it’s his fault, more now than ever.

then, skippy falls. him. he wasn’t supposed to. he wasn’t supposed to die, protecting the universe they had spent so much time with each other in. they were supposed to stay, or fall, together. yes, the ai had told him how it would all end up, multiple times and with a strange, sad note in his voice that bishop had tried so hard to dismiss. no, the general hadn’t listened. not really. he couldn’t, wouldn’t. skippy had always griped in the past about the merry band of pirates inevitably failing, why would this time be any different? they would all make it out, right?

the aftermath is just as hard, if not worse.

there’s not much the merry band of pirates can — or want to, really — do that unef can’t do better, especially now there isn’t any beercan to help. negotiations drag on endlessly with bishop sometimes in the mix, arguments between species occur and clashes happen, but it’s rather peaceful. a tense, odd sort of peace, but peace regardless. the merry band of pirates slowly move on. some find it easier, some find it much, much harder.

bishop stays on valkyrie. he’s been on a ship so long it’s just… home. a cold, distant home that he’s known for what feels like eternity by this point. he’s so tired, but it feels wrong to just retire. to return to the life of a “normal” civilian, as if he’s ever been able to experience what the majority of humanity like to call normal. the brief stint on earth he tries leaves him more of a wreck than ever, and he quickly returns. nagatha does her best to keep the human company, though neither of them can help the tentative, painful treading around one who was held so dear despite everything. one who had essentially lived his entire true life with them, a life that was not nearly long enough.

years pass. bishop’s constant exposure to vile individuals — some human, some not — and their just as vile political tactics does affect him. slowly, carefully, but it does. on a dose of emotion suppressing nanobots ever since a psychotic break started becoming the norm, earth’s government preferring to keep the intimidation factor tucked away in their pocket lacking easily discarded emotion, not precious sanity. bishop’s been promoted multiple times by this point, though it feels shallow. it’s always felt shallow, always meant to impress or scare some foreign entity considering belligerence. he’s learned it all by this point; casually said threats tipped with venomous barbs, wearing down his victim subject’s confidence with every word that easily slips, covertly offering resources for public acts… all common practice. too common, really.

it fades into a dull drone after a while, something sick in him reveling in the power that’s been awarded after it all. bishop having long since forgotten the day when he made skippy promise to snap him out of it if he goes too far, acts too much like them. he’s not there to remind him anymore.

he will never be again.

—

MEANWHILE, in a canon-adjacent (?) reality, a living beercan manages to accidentally transport himself and one pissed off star team leader to a reality where their secret infatuation slash commanding officer has his hands in just about everything and has fallen to the low level he’d once sworn to never touch . oops :)

corrupt bishop au ^_^

[autisticlancemcclain]

Of all places they have family dinners, Pidge likes it when they go to the McClain house best. Everyone else’s place is fun, and she’s never once had a bad time, but there’s something especially special about dinners with Lance and his family. Of course she sees Lance every day — they still live on the Castle, they tried living separately of each other post-war but it was way too anxiety inducing — but they all decided, unanimously, that they would make an effort once a week to visit each of their families.

Visiting the McClains in Cuba, though, is the most fun.

The house is just so busy! There are so many people in it at all times. It’s always loud and exciting and there are always a million things to do. Pidge is always reminded of Meet the Robinsons when she walks through the worn door with peeling green paint and meets two people that were not there the last time she visited and whose relations are ambiguous. It’s great. That, and Marcela McClain may be the coolest woman Pidge has ever met. She’s awesome. She’s an Olympic heavyweight champion, and her biceps are bigger than Pidge’s head. Allura was so delighted to meet her she could barely speak. Pidge wasn’t far off. She’s also a professor of mathematics. Pidge remembers asking once why her career paths were so drastically different, and she’d simply shrugged and said she picked the careers that would piss the most people off and went from there.

Pidge fully understands why Lance missed her so much.

The absolute, number one, greatest thing about the McClain house, though, is the photo albums. Marcela was meticulous. She has dozens of ‘em, never highlighting one kid more than the other, and never missing a moment. Pidge has every embarrassing photo of Lance she could ever want or need. (Her favourite is a picture of Lance, circa 12 years old, with braces and the most emo outfit of all time, including badly dyed black hair. He’s stuck upside down on a set of monkey bars and looks miserable about it. It’s her lock screen. Occasionally she sends it to Keith and they laugh themselves to tears over it. Lance hates it with a fiery passion.)

One night, after dinner, they’re all crowded around the living room, half on top of each other, flipping through one of the older albums. Pidge watches as picture after picture of baby Lance flips by, and she notices that he is never, not even once, standing on his own two feet. She glances over at him now, and shakes her head fondly as she sees him curled up into a tight ball on Keith’s lap, head resting on his chest, playing idly with one of Hunk’s hands.

Pidge points to one of the pictures, where baby Lance is mid laugh, standing on top of teen Luis’ shoulders.

“You are always being held by someone,” she says. “We’re you afraid of being set down, you dork?”

She was teasing, poking fun at Lance’s constant desire to just hold and be held by people, so she wasn’t expecting the vulnerability in his voice.

“I was afraid of being let go,” he says matter-of-factly. He doesn’t sound upset, and he doesn’t look sad. Just as if that’s one of the truths of the universe, something he simply lives with and has come to terms with. His nonchalance doesn’t stop Keith from pressing a gentle kiss to his hair, or Hunk’s quick squeeze, or Allura’s hand popping up from nowhere to pat him on the cheek.

“We love you, Lance,” they chorus together, and Lance laughs. Pidge grins, too.

“We’ll never let you go,” she assures, “we like you too much.”

[rouge-variant]

Hii, I have a request idea for Captain Levi X femreader in the canon universe. How about one where he's his usual cold self and has never taken notice of the reader because she's on a separate squad but one night at like 3am, he finds her having an anxiety attack in the mess hall and decides to help her out? Hope that's okay, thanks :)

Yay! You're back again!! This idea is perfect! So sorry for the wait, the last two weeks of school has been kicking me in the tail feathers 😑.

I've done this one as platonic so it ends with Levi and Y/n becoming friends, if you want it changed, you know the drill 😉.

Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Nightly Comforts

Trigger Warning: Panic attacks. Please keep this in mind while you read.

It was three in the morning and as far as Levi knows, no one is ever up at this time, willingly. Most of the time, nightmares are held responsible. But the Scouts aren't babies, they can deal with them alone, their squad or with their friends. Nightmares are considered normal after the constant trauma everyone goes through and Levi was no exception. He's just better at keeping things concealed.

Three in the morning was the normal wake up time for him. His insomnia gave him a very strict time period for when he could fall asleep. Anywhere between midnight and five in the morning. However his nightmares also had their own rules too which is why he's now on his way to the Messhall to make tea so he can replace his exhaustion with caffeine.

Little did he know that you were curled up in the far corner by the kitchen entrance, struggling to get air into your lungs. There was little light at this time and most people wouldn't have noticed your form there. You did well to keep your noises muffled in the sleeve of your night shirt and keep your breathing as steady as you could but it wasn't perfect.

This came out of nowhere and it pissed you off. What started as an inability to fall back asleep, turned into a walk to the Messhall. Something that's considered routine for you but something changed this time. There was unsettling feeling that started creeping up inside of you and with every step you took, it grew until your chest constricted and your heartbeat was thundering in your ears. The hallway was suddenly deemed as a threat by your mind and your room was too far back so the best option was to hide in the Messhall. Your body turned on autopilot to get you further into the empty dark room. The only light came from the windows in the kitchen, which is why you were curled up close by. That's where the autopilot was turned off and you collapsed into unexplainable sobs.

Levi saw you and his journey for tea was quickly forgotten. He's never been with you face-to-face since you both worked on different squads but he's heard of you. You were all Erwin had talked about the last few weeks. You were the one who had helped on the front lines during the Battle of Trost. Clearing the way so that Eren could seal the hole in the wall. He knows that you've been with the Scouts for a while but with hardly any squad interactions, there never really a need to get to know each other. He knows your name and you know his. That's all you've learned and that's all you both ever needed until now.

"Scout?" He called out, his tone staying the same bored one he used with everyone else. You gasped, his voice breaking you out of the mental spiral you were trapped in. You knew his voice, hell, everyone did and normally it hardly made you bat an eye. This time, however, it caused more of a stress. Instinctively, you curled into a ball and held yourself tightly and Levi recoiled a little. You weren't scared of him, were you? He wasn't the best with comforting people and seeing you try more to get away from him, didn't help the situation. He knew that breathing was becoming more and more difficult so he had to get you to focus on something or you were going to pass out on him.

"Scout, I need you to look at me" Levi urged, kneeling down in front of you. From your huddle, you saw his knees and his hand that hovered hesitantly above your foot. He wasn't going to cross any boundaries if he could avoid it but he would if it would get you to snap out of your panic.

"There you go" his voice softened as you raised your head and rested it on your arms. Your eyes were big and flickered across his face. His face softened slightly but his eyes flashed with relief.

"Breathe with me" he leans back a little more so that you are able to see most of his torso. Taking deep breaths and exaggerating the motion with his hands too so that it was clear how you were suppose to follow. He felt ridiculous doing these actions but he pushed that aside for now.

You tried your best to follow and it worked for a little. Your breaths became longer and started to form a proper rhythm. You untucked yourself from your ball and looked back to the floor as your face heated up in embarrassment. Levi stopped doing the action and sat on his knees waiting for you to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry sir...I know I'm not suppose to be out at this time but I couldn't sleep. So I thought I would take a walk and I-" the feeling came back before you could finish your sentance and the panic came back at full force.

"Hey, hey, you're ok. Breathe with me again" Levi said again, leaning in slightly. He thought you had calmed down so this sudden relapse also caught him off guard. He repeated the same actions as before to help you steady your breathing.

More tears gathered in your eyes as you calmed down, completely this time. This was ridiculous. You couldn't even get a sentence out before panic over took you again. Not only that but it had to be in the presence of Captain Levi.

"Are you alright now? Or at least better than eariler?" He asked, snapping you out of your internal spiral. You nodded, not wanting to risk another panic.

"Good. Then get on your feet and follow me" he stood up, not waiting for your response or any confirmation and headed into the kitchen. You slowly got up and followed, seeing him waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil. There were two cups to his left and a few more candles were lit to help light up the areas where the windows didn't reach. He didn't turn to acknowledge you until after he stopped the kettle from screaming and poured the steaming contents into the two cups.

"Since Erwin's always talking so highly of you, I have no reason to suspect that your nightly walks to the kitchen is something I should question. But seeing that this time, something caused you to have a panic, care to clarify what that was about?" He passed you your cup then waited for your reply. Based on his tone, it was clear you didn't have to speak up.

"I don't know sir.." you mumbled, savoring the feeling of the warm cup in your hand before trying a sip. You keep your eyes averted, guilt still eating away at you.

"And you don't have to. This happens to the best of us from time to time" Levi responds, also not looking at you. You weren't able to tell but he felt awkward being the one to comfort you. His people-skills were lacking and he could tell from your body language that you were on edge around him too. So he wanted to try and at least become more acquainted with you.

"I'm glad I was able to help calm you down. This isn't something I do often" he admits which makes you raise an eyebrow. You look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I've seen soldiers all the time, having panic attacks but normally they have someone with them...I didn't want you to go through it alone" he looked up at you once he was done and the small smile on your face shocked him.

"Thank you sir...that means a lot" and you meant that. There was some nights where you did have panic attacks alone. With his reassurance as well, it helped get rid of the guilt/embarrassed feeling you had about him seeing you like this.

"If you can't sleep or if these panic attacks come back, my office is always almost open. You're a good soldier, one I wouldn't mind getting to know better too. So if theres anything you need, come find me please Y/n" Levi adds before finishing his tea and getting up to clean up.

"Of course, thank you Captain" your smile grows more.

"Just Levi when we're alone" he glances over his shoulder at you.

"Alright 'Just Levi'" you giggle slightly and he rolls his eyes.

"Watch it brat, or I'll take it back" he lies and you can see straight through it.

"Joking, joking. Good night Levi" you bid farewell and he does the same.

"Sleep well Y/n"