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forcebewitht · 3 years

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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What The Evans Are Like With Kids

This post pairs nicely with savanionie blanque Sauvignon Blanc, and even nicer with my existing post, What Would Evans Call Their Kids? It’s a very old post of mine so it’s short and not very detailed, but sweet nevertheless.

This wasn’t requested but I thought it’d be a cute idea, having baby fever recently :) This is my first time writing for Pietro so feel free to tell me if you hated it and I should never write for him again, still figuring things out!

Enjoy! <3

Tate Langdon

-A big kid himself

-Finds things in common with them

-Always answers the toy phone when given

-Whenever you go to the park or beach together, he loves looking at kids play

-Might even help a kid build a sandcastle

-But also would be upset if the kid build a better sandcastle than him

-The type of person to pull faces at a baby if they’re in front of you at a queue

His kids -Always cuddling and kissing them, kind of needy -Absolutely always wanting to hold his kids’ hand -Tells them he loves them on a daily -Loves taking care of his kids, giving them baths or feeding them -Will complain to them about how stinky they are if he changes a diaper -Loves laying with his face on/against your belly when you’re pregnant -Because he’s so insecure, he’d hate for his kids to be insecure too so he tells them any chance he gets that they are incredible, unique, and can achieve anything

Kit Walker

-Holds their hands and spins them around

-Picks them up and throws them all the time

-Ruffles the kids’ hair

-If you go over to a friend’s house who has kids, he doesn’t mind if the kid wants to follow him around

-Kids overall love Kit, because he’s a big kid himself

His kids -Overall, the best dad ever -Cuddles them every night before bed -On a regular, he gets them ready for bed in pyjamas with teeth brushed, and then holds them on his lap on the sofa until they fall asleep, before carrying them to their own bed -The kids come crawl in bed with you and Kit in the mornings -Loves dancing and singing and being active with his kids -The most loving and protective dad ever if the kids are sick -Will drive or walk in the storm hail and snow to get your kids medicine if they need it, or even McDonalds to cheer them up

Franken Kyle

-Doesn’t like sharing his things

-Isn’t particularly patient either

-Not that bad at playing with kids every so often, but can’t take care of them since he’s a kid himself

-Silently sits with the kid of your friend and plays trains with them, making little choo choos together

-However, if the kid just gets up and walks away, Kyle will stay and play by himself fine

His kids -If you were to have kids with Franken Kyle, you would have to accept that Kyle wouldn’t be much of a help -Kyle in himself is a big toddler who has to be taken care of -You were especially scared of Kyle being aggressive and flip out around the child or that he would accidentally hurt them -But when you were giving birth (in the academy, because you couldn’t make it to the hospital since Kyle can’t drive and you’re in labour), Kyle was actually helpful -He may have not completely understood what was happening or why you were screaming and crying, but he knew you were in pain and he didn’t like it -He held your hand and stroked your hair through the whole labour, whether you wanted it or not -You held the baby first and Kyle sat by your side and just looked at them, intrigued but slightly confused -Overtime he warmed up to the baby and helped you whenever he could, going downstairs to get a bottle for you, picking up toys after the baby, eventually learning how to change a diaper with you or bottle feed them -If you breast feed, Kyle definitely wants a sippy sip too -They’re his boobs, he cannot understand why he can’t get a sippy sip of your milk -Eventually you sat him down very carefully and calmly, and got him to hold the baby -Once he starts holding and carrying the baby, you’ll have to pry that cuddle buddy out of Kyle’s hands

Jimmy Darling

-When there’s kids at the circus, he asks them if they’re strong enough to pull his fingers apart

-Picks them up and throws them up in the air just to see their parents be scared

-Never wants to scare or intimidate children, so he’ll squat when talking to them

-Will avoid showing his hands if he can, to make sure they don’t get scared

-Loves to show kids magic tricks

-Probably has sweets in his pocket just in case a kid comes to the circus

His kids -When you’re pregnant, even if you sneeze, Jimmy is full alert -Nervous as hell when you’re giving birth -Scared for you, the baby, and the baby’s hands -Relieved if they have normal hands -Apologises to you if they don’t, so you have to console him and tell him how much you love his hands regardless -Incredibly protective of his kids, wouldn’t let anybody make them feel inferior for anything different about them -His kids would be athletic like he was when he was a child -Would cling onto his leg and he’d walk around with them, pretending he’s looking for them and doesn’t see them -Puts them on his shoulders and runs around so they feel tall -But holds them extra tight -Makes lots of dad jokes and laughs at them, making his kids groan

James March

-Doesn’t really have a ‘baby voice’

-Occasionally looks after Holden or Scarlett, so they play card games and do more mature things together

-Uncle James has definitely taken Scarlett and Holden out trick or treating

His kids -Mine and James’ daughter is called April -No I do not take constructive criticism -I think he’d only want one child so they can be his whole world -Their designated place is on his hip -That type of stereotypical dad who doesn’t let his little girl near any boys whatsoever -Kills the boy who takes his teen daughter’s virginity -Reads with his kids a lot -Has dinner with them and talks to them about all sorts of things -Wants them to be wise and inquisitive -Their birthday parties take up the whole hotel

Edward Mott

-Utterly disgusted at children

-Doesn’t want them

-Doesn’t want them in his house

-Doesn’t want them near him or his incredible and sophisticated art

Kai Anderson

-Treats them like small people, so he will not talk to any child in a baby voice, though he will alter his voice a little bit and use words they can understand

-Prefers 4+ year olds so you can have an actual conversation with them

-He’d never sit and talk about how cute a baby is, but does find them very cute

-Think about when he quoted Tolstoy and Oz thought he said Toy Story, he exhaled and clearly found it cute

His kids -Likes watching Disney films and then talking to his kid about it, curious to know which character they liked, what they should’ve done instead etc -Like being sporty with his kids -In a lot of ways, he would treat his girls similarly to the way he’d treat his sons, because he’d want his girls to be strong and manly in a way -All play football together -When playing games, Kai would never let his kids win on purpose -Definitely teaches his kids how to play chess -Incredibly strict -Lies to his kids a lot and makes sure they think that everything that Kai says is the holy grail -Makes up stories and reasons as to why they have to do what he says - “Daddy why do I have to go to bed alreadyyy?” “Because it’s 8pm” “Sooooo” “Didn’t you know? It’s illegal for people under 15 to stay up past 8pm, let’s get you in pyjamas before the police comes” -Might even call Samuels to make his point stronger -The kids always fall asleep before 8 -Kai’s Preganant S/O Headcannons

Pietro

-Similarly to Kit, he likes kids and kids like him

-Probably because they’re both big kids

-Teaches them swear words and helps them to cause mischief

-Fun uncle obviously

His kids -He was probably a little scared about having a baby, but got more and more excited over time -Talks to the baby all the time and has lots of little nicknames for them -Wants them to walk ASAP -Once they’re not a newborn anymore, takes them everywhere with him -Very specific but, whenever he’s walking down the street with them, holds their hand as they walk on a wall -They’re his new little best friend so he wants to do everything with them -They help pack their own lunch and he gives them twinkies and other things they shouldn’t eat

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pappydaddy · 4 years

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The Three Sailors (s.h./r.b.)

A/N: This is the requested platonic imagine with Steve and Robin. This one I played around a bit with so I hope you enjoy!! Sorry it’s a bit short, I thought this would be pretty funny. PS. Sorry for the wait, school is demanding, sheesh! Anyway, thanks to the lovely anon who sent this in! Everyone, keep them coming, I love hearing what you guys want to read💛!

I said that I would post this tomorrow a few hours ago, but I had sometime before I went to bed so I’m posting it now! Also, it wasn’t specified what pronouns to use, so I used my default (she/her) like I outlined in my Request Rules! If you want me to change them to your preferred ones anon, let me know!!

pairing: platonic!steve harrington x platonic!fem!reader x platonic!robin buckley

show/movie: stranger things

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warnings: none, this is just an all around cool fic with some humour.

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If anyone tried to come up with a single thing Y/N hated more than her job, they would be hard-pressed to do so. So hard-pressed that they might even fry their brain. It wasn’t that she wasn’t thankful for the job, no, it was the ridiculous sailor theme. First off, the stupid hat and uniform made her want to shrivel up every-time she put it on - hating the dorkiness of it. Second, the damn cheery tune that played all day every day and had even managed to appear in her dreams, Steve (her co-worker) had to hold her back from ripping the speakers out. But the thing she hated the most? The stupid greeting she was required to say. She dreaded every shift, having to drag herself into the parlor despite her immense desire to burn the place to the ground. An arson charge is better than having to put up with that torture.

Arriving at her shift, she was met by Steve and Robin, who looked equally displeased to be there as well. “There she is, our little ball of sunshine,” Robin greeted sarcastically. Y/N only grunted in response, shoving the swinging door open. Robin and Steve followed her into the back room, having no customers whatsoever since it was still early in the morning. “Don’t you look happy to be here?” She continued her sarcastic remarks, smirking at the grumpy girl.

“I would rather be throwing myself off the cliff into the Quarry right now.” She made her displeasure well known, begrudgingly pulling the dumb white cap over her hair.

“Don’t say that,” Steve gasped in fake horror. “I can’t go on without the light of my life.”

She shot him a glaring look before adjusting her navy socks. The shrill sound of the bell placed by the cash interrupted the co-workers followed by the sound of Y/N’s most hated customer: Erica Sinclair. Robin and Steve shared a look behind Y/N’s back before facing the girl. “Gee, Steve,” Robin spoke up. “Since we had to open and Y/N had two full hours before she had to come in, I think it’s only fair that she takes the first customer of the day! Don’t you think?”

Y/N sent a warning glare at Steve who looked between his two co-workers with a lopsided smirk on his face. “Don’t you dare or I’ll yank that pretty hair of yours out, Harrington.” She practically growled, her eyes narrowed. Steve didn’t look phased by her intimidation tactics.

“Sorry, Y/N, I think I lost my scoop back here when we were opening-”

“Bullshit! I see it right there-”

“Robin, can you help me find it while Y/N serves Erica?” He cut her off, looking over at Robin as Erica slammed her hand down on the bell repeatedly, yelling out for someone.

“Of course I will, Dingus. You’d probably look right at it and not see it if I don’t help,” She smiled, looking to Y/N, she shot her a fake sympathetic smile. “Better not keep Erica waiting.” Y/N let you another growl, grabbing her scoop she had washed before she left the night before and stomping out to the front. Steve and Robin didn’t even bother keeping their act up, instead of following their agitated friend.

“Ahoy, Sailor! What can I get you for your voyage of flavour?” Y/N drawled, trying her hardest not to quit right in that second. Erica scowled up at her, her arms crossed with her hip jutted out.

“’ Bout time you showed up, sailor girl.” She sassed before letting her eyes scan over the flavours that she knew off by heart. They were the same flavours she saw every single day she was in here. She acted like she was trying to figure out which one she’d order, but everyone knew she was just going to request her zillionth free sample.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll be sure to bring that up with the ship Captain.” It physically pained her to say these things. Erica hummed, stepping back in front of the cash. Y/N braced herself for the request she knew was coming.

“I want to try the Seafoam Mint.” She barked. Y/N plastered on a fake smile.

“You tried that yesterday. In fact, you’ve tried all the flavours,” Y/N spoke in the nicest voice she could manage, blinking as she tried to hold onto the last shreds of her sanity that were quickly fleeing out of her grasps. “A medium cone is only a dollar, a small is seventy-five cents-”

“Nu-huh,” Erica butted in, her hands gripping onto the counter in front of her as she leaned closer. “I want to try the Seafoam Mint, not buy the Seafoam Mint.”

“You can’t have another sample, that’s not how it works,” Y/N explained tiredly, cursing every higher power out there for putting her through this hell. “You sample something, you like it, you buy a cone.” She pointed to the three sizes of cones available, ignoring Steve and Robin trying to hide their amusement.

“I can have as many free samples I want, the customer’s always right, or did you miss that lesson in sailor school?”

“I also have the right to refuse service to anybody-”

“And I will report you to corporate,” She dropped the threat so effortlessly, assuming she had won. “Now get my free sample.”

“I’ll get you a free sample alright you little-”

“Chop, chop sailor girl!” Erica clapped her hands rudely. With a glare, Y/N swiftly grabbed a sample spoon, lifting the glass to the cooler. Dropping her eyes to the bucket of seafoam coloured ice cream with chocolate chips sticking out of the smoothness of the frozen treat, her mind rattled with all the curse words she could think of.

As she reached down to scrap the red plastic spoon over the top of the half-eaten tub, she could feel the cold rolling off of it. “Here, one sample of Seafoam Mint,” She extended the spoon out for Erica to take. The young girl nabbed it from her hand, downing the speck of ice cream in no time. “Could I get you a cone of it?”

“No, I’m not feeling ice cream right now, maybe later.” She smirked, shoving the empty sample spoon into Y/N’s hand. Turning on her heel, she left the dumfounded girl standing at the counter. She let out a screaming groan, violently throwing the used spoon in the trash by her feet.

“Oh, look, Robin,” Steve exclaimed in fake amazement. Y/N slowly shifted her glare to look at Steve who reached into his scoop holder to grab his scoop. “I had my scoop all along!”

“I hate you both.” Y/N rolled her eyes, breezing past them to get into the back room once again. Steve and Robin shared a look and a laugh, following her once again.

“You love us.” They spoke at the same time, shrugging.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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@pepperf and I challanged each other to three Whumptober fics. Here’s my first contribution

No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO “You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence

Tags: Hurt/Comfort; Canon-Typical Violence; Injury; Implied/Referenced Torture

Relationshipts: Diego Hargreeves/Lila Pitts; Diego Hargreeves/Hargreeves Siblings

Characters: Diego Hargreeves; Lila Pitts; Five Hargreeves; Allison Hargreeve; Klaus Hargreeves; Hargreeves Siblings

Summary: Stuck in an unfamiliar 2019 the Hargreeves have struck an uneasy truce with Reginald and his Sparrows until Diego and Five are summond to the academy to identify an intruder who was captured by their father while looking for them.

They’ve struck an uneasy truce with Reginald and the Sparrows.

It’s caused no small amount of strain amongst the siblings. Fuck, Diego can’t say he’s in anyway pleased about it himself, he was probably the one who argued the hardest against it, but it’s not like he can’t understand Five’s logical pragmatism either.

There is no immediate benefit and only very real danger to fully antagonizing the most powerful group of people in a place where the original six Hargreeves siblings (Diego is confused himself sometimes about how to refer to all of them) have no resources, no allies, and no history to speak of.

They already had a scuffle with the Sparrows when they first arrived, and maybe if they hadn’t been exhausted and confused and completely overwhelmed to see not-Ben in the Sparrow academy uniform they might have had even a sliver of a chance. But as it stood then, they were very quickly overpowered and the only thing that saved them was Five’s ability to compartmentalize.

Somehow Five convinced Reginald to let them leave the mansion. Whether their father genuinely doesn’t think they are a real threat to his world and his timeline is entirely unclear, but Diego and his siblings know that they have been free to move about the city and stay at a motel on the outskirts only because Hargreeves is letting them. If and when he decides that he can’t risk leaving them alone any longer, they will be in real trouble.

They are all sat around the bedroom Allison is sharing with Vanya, arguing over how to continue, Five firm on his stance that his siblings need to sit on their asses until he is done calculating how he can bring them back to their original timeline (nobody wants to say out loud what they all know to be the silent continuation of that phrase - if it even still exists), while Diego thinks Five can juggle his silly little numbers, but in the meantime they should try and establish just exactly how dangerou the Sparrows are and if they should actually take the opportunity they’ve been given to protect the city from their father’s twisted sense of justice.

Allison, unsurprisingly, is with Five, and considering that she has lost the most in their original timeline, Diego can’t actually blame her for it.

To his utter surprise, he thinks Luther might actually be coming around to his point of view. Vanya is trying to find a compromise and though Diego has started appreciating her need for harmony, right now he really wishes she would stay the fuck out of it.

Klaus is sitting by the cracked window, intermittently taking drags of his cigarette and watching the discussion, but clearly uninterested in taking part.

Some part of Diego is worried about him, but he neither knows how to approach Klaus about how he’s feeling, nor does he think he has the time to stop and deal with his brother’s grief. It can wait till later, he tells himself.

“... you imbecile!” Five is shouting at Diego, the two of them squaring off in the middle of the room, Five’s lack of height doing nothing to make him any less ferocious, “If we draw dad’s attention like that he might figure out that we’re trying to restore our own timeline. And I might not know the old man that well, but he’s not an idiot. He wouldn’t risk the possibility that us trying to restore our own timeline could destroy his. He might not have killed us yet, but I have no doubt he will if he thinks we might bring about the end of his world.”

That stops Diego for a moment, he hasn’t thought of the fact that that could be a genuine risk. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, but he catches a glimpse of Allison out of the corner of his eye, the way her eyes are big and bright, her lips pursed, and her arms are crossed so tightly it almost looks like she’s physically trying to hold herself together, and he decides that that is another thing to think about at a later stage, or hopefully never.

Diego is just about to respond to Five when there is a knock outside.

It’s not particularly loud, but it isn’t gentle either and they all freeze and stare at the door.

Then there is a flurry of hand signals going around and it doesn’t seem like they are really communicating anything through them, except that nobody is quite certain what the best course of action is, and in the end Allison, who is the closest to the door, rolls her eyes, untangles herself, and turns around to open the door a crack.

Diego can’t see who it is but he can tell by the way Allison tenses and squares her shoulders, that it’s not a welcome guest. It would have been highly unlikely anyway, it’s not like they know anybody good in this place.

“What do you want?” Allison says. Her tone is cold and razor sharp. She doesn’t need the Rumor to be commanding even when asking a question.

“My father would like to talk to your brothers,” a man’s raspy voice responds.

“Yeah, well, why didn’t your father come here to talk to them, then?” Allison doesn’t budge an inch and continues blocking the door with a foot behind it so it can’t just be shoved open.

“My father is a very busy man, Allison, he doesn’t have the time to trudge all the way out here,” the man on the other side of the door responds, clearly one of the Sparrows, and Diego can see Allison's knuckles go white where she has her hand on the doorframe at the casual use of her name.

“We’re a little busy, too, right now, so if Hargreeves wants to talk to any of us…” Allison begins but then Five interrupts her and calls out from where he’s stood next to Diego in the middle of the room, “Who does he want to talk to?”

There’s a beat in which Allison starts fidgeting by the door, clearly as enraged with her brother now as with the man standing outside the motel room. Then she pushes the door open far enough to reveal a man that Diego recognizes as the Sparrow with the scarred up face, but Allison doesn’t let go of the door, making sure to signal that he is not coming in, even if she’s letting him talk to the rest of the Hargreeves.

“You,” the man says in an even voice, pointing at Five, then shifting his finger just a little to point at Diego next, “and him.”

They are greeted in the entrance hall of the Sparrow Academy by a Pogo that looks like the butler/teacher/guardian they grew up with but who has only the slightest hint of recognition in his eyes when he looks at Five, but none whatsoever when he looks at Diego.

He takes them to the elevator that they were never allowed to go near when they were children and presses a combination of buttons that makes the contraption descend.

When they stop and Pogo opens the grate, Diego realizes that at least they haven’t arrived at the floor with an anechoic chamber at the end, but it doesn’t make him feel any less nervous about being in the Academy’s basement. They have nowhere to run.

And the way their father is standing halfway down the hall shrouded in darkened shadows certainly also doesn’t help. On the contrary, it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“At last you’re here,” Reginald says, his voice not particularly loud, but it echoes off the empty walls and is dripping with sarcasm, “I haven’t got all day. Pogo, tell Number Four that I expect him to bring our honoured guests here in the fastest fashion possible, if I ever ask him to retrieve someone again.”

Diego and Five give each other a look and clearly silently agree that apparently they're expected to follow Hargreeves when their not-quite father turns on his heels and starts marching down the hall, Pogo bringing up the rear.

“We have had an intrusion into the Academy last night. But fear not, with only a very small amount of difficulty, we were able to subdue and capture this interloper. However, though we applied our most thorough interrogation methods, we haven’t yet been able to establish her identity,” Reginald declares grandly and Diego feels his blood run cold in horror.

“That being said,” Hargreeves continues, voice still clipped and impassive as he opens a heavy metal door and ushers in Five, Diego, and Pogo, “Before she started putting up a fight, she seemed to be under the impression she might find you here!”

Hargreeves is looking at him expectantly, but Diego is taking no notice of him, because they have walked into a cold, tiled room, with very sparse furniture, at the center of which is a large metal chair.

Handcuffed to the chair’s arms is Lila, looking badly beaten up and possibly unconscious, head lolling on her chest, and Diego can see a white piece of cloth tied as a gag around the back of her head that’s highlighting even more how messy her hair looks.

Diego sees red and three things happen at once.

He wants to call out to her and go to her and get her out of here, but all he manages is to stammer, “Luh-” before the word gets stuck in his throat and as he takes a step towards her, all of a sudden, everything stops.

Irrationally, Diego has the sudden burning urge to suck in a breath, despite the fact that he doesn’t actually need to and also he realizes that even though it feels like even the air around him has gone completely still, he has no actual trouble breathing.

And then he feels the hand grabbing his wrist and when he looks down at it, he sees that Five is holding on to him with fingers that are glowing blue and an expression on his face that is split between concentrated, enraged, and in pain.

“What the fuck?” Diego says, staring around them at the way everything suddenly seems like it’s two dimensional, the complete and utter lack of any movement flattening the world around him weirdly.

“I know you are about to do something really fucking stupid, Diego, but I need you to stop and think for a second,” Five says. He sounds a little out of breath and strained.

“Have you stopped time?” Diego almost shouts, incredulous.

“Yes, but I won’t be able to hold onto this for very long so I need you to understand that there’s nothing we can do to help her right now!”

Five almost tips forward at the force with which Diego pulls his arm free from his grip. He’d like to punch the little twerp for saying something so aggravating, but he already looks like he’s standing on shaky legs, so Diego balls his hands into fists in frustration and stares his oldest brother down.

“Don’t be so dramatic, idiot! We’ll come back for her, okay? But for now, we can’t let dad know that we know who she is or give him any information about her. What do you think he’s going to do if he finds out about the Commission? It’s too dangerous for us. And I presume for Lila, too. So, Diego, I need you to let this go!”

Five barely finishes his sentence when everything starts up again.

It feels like a tidal wave crashes in on him as air begins flowing around him again and low humming noises that he would not have noticed before assault his senses.

His father is saying something but Diego can’t hear what it is because Lila, apparently not unconscious, lifts her head and looks right at him.

Diego’s chest feels like someone has cracked it open and his heart has fallen out.

There are spots of red on the gag in her mouth, and dried blood is running from the corner of her mouth down her chin. Her lip is split but that’s not where the blood is coming from, and the top of one of her cheekbones is bruised red and purple and looks slightly swollen.

He doesn’t quite know how he sees it, because he can’t actually tear his eyes away from hers, but he registers that her knuckles are bloodied and bruised and he can guess that the rest of her body is no better but it’s covered in a long sleeved black top and matching pants. Her feet are bare, though.

Even if he wanted to ignore Five’s instructions, he’s not sure he could make his limbs move to go towards her, rooted to the spot by the intensity of Lila’s eyes on him, as she struggles against the cuffs holding her arms and legs to the chair. Her shouts and screams are muffled by the gag, but Diego still thinks he can hear her calling his name, begging him to help her.

He feels sick.

He is staring at Lila and is willing her to use Five’s powers to teleport out of there. He doesn’t even care if she disappears again, as long as she gets away from these ruthless so-called superheroes and his dangerous father. Diego realizes at that moment that some part of him never actually expected to see her again. He thinks he could live with her disappearing for good this time, if only it means that she’s no longer here, in his psychopathic father’s torture chamber, getting interrogated because she made the mistake to come after him.

“She was quite the handful,” Reginald explains, “it seems she has powers of her own. But I have injected her with a mild sedative of my own design that will continue to suppress her powers until we have decided what to do with her.”

Diego’s eyes flit from his father back to Lila and he can feel his heart simultaneously hammering in his throat and the pit of his stomach. His ears are ringing. And once again he is unable to protect someone who is so important to him, like Eudora, like Mom, and in that moment he can feel his eyes stinging with tears that he has to hold back if they don’t want to tip their father off.

“Well, can’t say I’ve seen this woman before, I wouldn’t know why she was asking for us,” Five says, his tone so casual that Diego would almost believe him if he didn’t know it was a complete lie.

“Diego?” Five turns to him, one eyebrow quirked up in question.

His tongue is sticking to the roof of his mouth and his throat is seizing up completely. And all he can do is watch Lila struggling, stare her down, and try as best as he can to communicate to her that this is not real, that they will come back for her, that he made her a promise of family and that they won’t leave her behind.

“Apparently he doesn’t know who she is either.” Five has gotten impatient next to him, waves a hand in what seems to be half a shrug and also half a non-verbal see? and turns back to Reginald.

“If that’s all, I think we’d best be getting back to our siblings. You understand, we’re still reeling a little from arriving in this very unrecognizable time.”

Five doesn’t wait for an answer, instead he turns around towards the door, grabs Diego by the elbow and the last thing he sees as he’s dragged out towards the elevator by his much smaller brother, is Lila beginning to struggle frantically and his father’s very skeptical look.

For some incomprehensible reason they aren’t stopped from leaving the mansion and they only get to round the first corner before Diego doubles over, hands on his knees, and dry heaves into the gutter.

Five wants them to wait another day before they go back to the academy to grab Lila as he expects the Sparrows to be on high alert after their visit today, but Diego explains in no uncertain terms that he is going back tonight, with or without his siblings’ help, and even Allison backs him up when she hears about the obvious signs of torture.

The plan is that Diego, Allison, and Five, the best trained at stealth combat out of all of them, go to the mansion, while Luther, Klaus, and Vanya cause a distraction in a different part of the city, hoping to create at least a small window where some or all of the Sparrows are out of the house.

That actually works significantly better than any of them could have expected. Or Reginald knows they’re coming and doesn’t care, and right now, neither does Diego, because for some reason Five blinks into the mansion and only a minute later blinks back out into the alley that they are hiding in, just about able to support a very unconscious Lila for long enough to set her halfway gently down onto the dirty ground.

Diego is by their side in a flash, hands nervously hovering over her body, eventually deciding on supporting her head and stroking the hair out of her slack face.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What did he do to her?” he’s whispering frantically, not actually expecting an answer, but Five pipes up and says, “Oh yeah, that was me.”

Diego freezes and then slowly turns to look up at his brother, thinking he must have misheard.

“What’d you say?” he asks, deliberately making his question sound as threatening as possible, though Allison’s hand that lands heavily on his shoulder does take a little bit of the wind out of his sails.

“Diego, we have no idea why she came here. For all we know she came to finish the job and kill us all -” Diego opens his mouth to protest, but Five just holds up a hand and maybe because Allison squeezes hers on his shoulder, half in warning and half in support, he lets Five finish.

“I just want to make sure we know what we're dealing with and that we’re properly prepared for whatever that might be.”

Diego can actually see the logic in that, it’s not like he hasn’t got good reasons to distrust Lila, but it still doesn’t sit right with him, not after the promise they all made.

So he huffs in annoyance as he snakes his arms under her knees and shoulders and lifts her up easily, maneuvering her until her head is lying against his shoulder, gentle breath tickling his neck, and he is struck by how quickly he’s forgotten how small and skinny she really is with how energetic and forceful she is when awake.

Diego thinks he doesn’t ever want to see her this vulnerable again, but nevertheless the feel of her body against his is an instant comfort for his nerves that have been pulled taut since he first laid eyes on her this afternoon.

Diego is livid with his siblings as he paces the tiny floor space in the motel room.

It’s just him and Klaus and Lila, still unconscious, lying on the bed, both wrists cuffed to the frame.

Five’s idea again. All of the siblings whose powers Lila could use to escape have taken their leave while Klaus has been left in charge of the key to the cuffs, because Diego can apparently not be trusted with them. And Five seems to believe Diego wouldn’t go through Klaus to get to them.

He’s thinking for probably the thirtieth time in about as many minutes that he might just like to prove Five wrong on that one, when Lila begins to stir and mumble incoherently.

Klaus, who’s been doing an impressive job of ignoring Diego’s hyperactive fury, stubs out his cigarette and glides over to the foot of the bed where Diego is standing, frozen to the spot, watching Lila come around.

“You fucker!” she says, finally, when she’s managed to pull herself half upright against the headboard where the cuffs are also attached to the decorative cut-outs in the wood.

Diego stares at her, now completely incapable of saying anything.

“You left me to rot in that fucking torture chamber!” she shouts at him then, thrusting her torso forwards as far as she can go to put more force behind her accusation.

That jolts Diego into action and he tries to rush out an explanation when Klaus just talks over him, and Diego is really beginning to resent that, but his brother seems completely unbothered.

“Are you here to murder us, missy?” Klaus asks in the voice of a not particularly strict school matron.

“I fucking might, now! All that talk about family and then you abandon me to those psychopaths! I know you have daddy issues, but I didn’t know you have no fucking spine when it comes to that monster!” She's jangling the cuffs aggressively and Diego’s stomach twists, both at her words but also at how the cold metal is digging into the already reddened skin at her wrists.

“So you’re not here to kill us?” Klaus tries again and it’s almost like he’s cut Lila’s strings with his perfectly even, practically friendly question.

She falls back against the headboard, turns her head away from them, deflated, and says quietly, “no.”

“You wanna hurt any of us?” Klaus adds.

“Yeah, I really do, but I won’t,” Lila grumbles off to the side, clearly more drained than she first let on.

“Wunderbar!” Klaus exclaims and then tosses the key to the handcuffs up in the air and when Diego manages to catch them, only fumbling a little, because this is not what he expected, Klaus is already halfway to the door.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” he shouts over his shoulder as he leaves and slams the door shut behind him and after all of his angry and frantic struggle to get Lila back to their motel and have her wake up, Diego wishes Klaus hadn’t left.

Because, what’s he supposed to do now?

He’s given a clue when Lila shifts, doesn’t look at him, but the motion makes her cuffs clatter against the bed and Diego decides that whatever else he needs to do, the first thing is to let her out of the handcuffs.

He makes his way around the bed, sits down on the edge and leans over her to unlock the cuffs.

Lila doesn’t look at him, just pulls her arms back down now that she has her full motion and cradles her hands against her chest protectively.

Diego notices that her eyes are shining but she’s not blinking very much, probably holding back tears and now he knows even less what he’s supposed to say.

On instinct he thinks that if he can’t talk about things, maybe there’s at least something more immediate he can fix and he gently pulls her hands away from her to inspect her wrists.

Lila lets him, but still doesn’t really acknowledge him.

The skin there is reddened but doesn’t look raw, so Diego rubs it carefully with his thumbs and when Lila flinches he sets her hands into her lap, just glad that she’s not quite so curled up into herself anymore.

He takes a look at her face, they haven’t yet taken care of the cuts and bruising on her cheek and lip. There’s even still the line of dried blood down the side of her mouth.

Momentarily grateful that that gives him something to do, Diego gets up and swiftly makes his way to the small bathroom. He picks up one of the fresh white towels and runs it under lukewarm water and then grabs their meager first aid supplies on his way back into the room.

When he comes back in, Lila is busy cleaning dirt - probably dried blood - out from under her fingernails, but she looks up at him and while it had bothered him before that she was avoiding his eyes, he now feels like the skin on his entire body is heating up as she won’t look away.

Diego sits back down on the side of the bed and half expects her to take the wetted towel and scrub her face with it herself, but instead she is just waiting, chin tilted up a tiny bit, as if in challenge.

Never one to back down, he nods, not quite sure what he’s agreeing with, and lifts the towel up to her face to gingerly wipe the dried blood off.

“You just left me there!” she says coldly and Diego lets his hand drop again.

“We didn’t have a choice...” That sounds like a feeble excuse even to his own ears and Diego drops his head with a sigh.

“Was that some kind of fucked up retaliation for when I left at the barn?” Lila shoots back immediately, sounding far more angry than before.

“What? No!” Diego’s head snaps up to look at her. She’s baring her teeth furiously, the slight pink blotches from where he wasn’t able to properly clean the blood off her face making her look almost wild, but her eyes are shining brightly again and Diego suddenly feels a lump forming in his throat.

“No, Lila! We couldn’t risk my dad finding out about the Commission, if he thought he could have gotten that kind of information out of you, I can’t think about what he might have done! But I didn’t want to leave you there like that, I swear. I was going to help you! I tried to, but Five stopped me!” He’s desperate to get her to understand that the last thing he wanted to do was abandon her after everything she’s been through.

“Well that would have been pretty stupid!”

Lila’s interjection completely stops him in his tracks and Diego can’t help but stare at her a little dumbfounded.

“What?” he says, looking her dead in the eye, her expression a mixture of annoyance and exasperation, but also softer than before.

“Your idiot hero complex could have fucked us all over, huh?” she adds, and Diego is just about to argue when his protest dies away in his throat as Lila moves to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear and then leaves her hand at the side of his face.

All the tension Diego’s been holding since he first saw Lila tied to that chair, or possibly even earlier, possibly since he saw her disappear out of Sissy’s barn, seeps out of him and he leans heavily against her hand, eyes closing with how drained he suddenly feels.

“You came back for me,” Lila says and Diego doesn’t know how to respond to that other than to cover her hand with his own.

He feels the mattress shift and then without warning her lips press against his and he makes a strangled, involuntary noise at the back of his throat as the intensity of the relief he feels then, for Lila being safe, for her being back with him, is almost painful.

Diego wraps his arms around her and pulls her against himself, deepening their kiss carefully, not wanting to be too forceful considering her injured state, but Lila presses into him hungrily, so Diego tightens his grip on her and very much plans to never let go again.

#otp: just be gentle #lila pitts #diego hargreeves #dielila #diego x lila #diego/lila #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #fanfic #oneshot #whumptober 2021

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stayndays · 4 years

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Boyfriend! Young K Headcanons

❀⋆ Anon: “Hello! (･ω･)つ If it's okay, can I ask a headcanon for "Day6's YoungK as a boyfriend" (like the lovely one you did for Sungjin)? Thank you and take care 😘😘😘”

hello lovely anon! this was a lot of fun to write as i can see young k being a much more romantic boyfriend than other idols i write for, so this was a fresh breath of air and even a challenge! i hope you enjoy it ^^

also, my inbox is now empty with this request done! feel free to send in one if you like this!

confession:

you visited the company building a lot to offer him some support whenever he’s stuck writing lyrics

(despite not knowing anything about music, you graduated with brian at business school)

so brian thought, “why not just confess here?”

he called you over late at night, asking for help

and of course how could you say no to your crush??

after getting ready, you drove over to the jype building and rushed right into the band practice room

to see a trail of confetti (courtesy to jae)

leading up to brian singing “i like you” on his guitar

you accepted his confession with a sparkle in your eye that brian will never forget

and as he hugged you, you mustered up the courage to ask him if he wrote “i like you” while thinking of somebody else

“no.. i definitely wrote that song while thinking of you.”

firsts:

first date

a simple dinner at a nice restaurant!

you were dressed as casually as him, who wore a plain button-up and dark pants,

but he still thought you were gorgeous in your outfit (*'ω'*)

the food was quite delicious, and you two talked about various topics while holding hands the entire time,

only letting go to eat a forkful of your food

he would definitely open his mouth up wide while you stared at him like “???”

he sighed

“can i have a bite of your food?”

so of course you fed some of it to him, and he did the same for you

afterwards, he’d drop you off at your place before giving you one last embrace to make you grin ^_^

first kiss

probably pretty abrupt, but still romantic in it’s own way

brian had slept over at your place after hanging out with you (despite still not kissing you, you thought)

and he was running very, very late for work

you tried to help him as much as possible, such as preparing his coffee

when he rushed up to the front door to put his shoes on, he saw you holding a cup of coffee for him

after swinging his bag on his back and tying his shoes, he grab the coffee in your hand and gave you a kiss out of instinct,

your flustered face the last thing he saw before walking out the door

he could not stop thinking about how perfect you were, waiting for him like that, for the rest of the day

first “i love you”

he was having a really hard time at work that particular day

he had writers block so he wasn’t able to write lyrics at all

it just absolutely sucked for him

so as brian sat alone in the band room late at night,

reminiscing the confession that took place in the same room months ago,

he just knew you were the one who could cheer him up, maybe even spark some creativity in him

so he called you, and fortunately you were able to come over!!

when you opened the door, you immediately saw the empty expression on his face, and ran over to give him a comforting hug and kiss

“you okay, brian?”

and he just started venting into your ear, not exactly expecting a response from you

and definitely not one with the most promising words and reassuring compliments

you felt him melt into your arms after sharing your advice, mumbling a quiet yet soft “thank you, i love you”

“i love you, too.”

affection:

his pda is probably only limited to hand holding, just to keep it safe while in public

his private affection is also rather tame (his favorite act of affection are hugs, if you haven’t noticed already), but always gets the message through

b i g s p o o n

i take no criticism >:)

has a weird liking in whenever you sit on his lap (he actually prefers it if you face away from him, so this usually happens while watching a movie or playing something)

piggyback rides!!

i also see him trying to braid your hair and/or giving you massages (especially after you had a bad day)

listens attentively when you’re venting, nodding his head to show that he understands

afterwards, he’d offer his own piece of advice (+ a kiss)

btw i see brian as a good kisser?? just the right amount of everything you need at the moment

i also see him giving you gifts whenever he has the money to afford them, whether it’s for a special event or for no reason whatsoever

3 extra acts of love:

despite loving his job, he sometimes hated certain days and just wanted to go to bed without to anybody. but when he sees the covered up food on the dining room table, prepared by you, his day gets a little bit brighter.

before moving in together, brian bought you one of those gigantic teddy bears for you on valentines day, but because it couldn’t fit anywhere in your new place, it had to be given away :(( but brian bought you a smaller one soon after!

at least half of his song lyrics (not break up related, aka not the “WHO HURT BRIAN?” songs) are about you. you are, without a doubt in his mind, his muse.

#day6 #day6 young k #day6 brian #young k #day6 fluff #day6 imagines #day6 reactions #day6 scenarios #day6 blurbs #kang younghyun #kang young k #brian kang #day6 fanfic #day6 fanfiction #kpop day6 #kpop #day6 kpop #day6 youngk

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johannesviii · 4 years

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A Useless Post Rating the Preppers From Death Stranding

Because I can and I will. I got super attached to some of these bunches of pixels while playing, and I want to share my useless and extra subjective opinions

No plot-related spoilers. This is only listing the Preppers and not any Bridges employee from the various cities and facilities. No reasonable individuals to be found here, only strange people living in bunkers, baby

Let’s go

The Ludens Fan

Shelter placement: On a mountain, right between a Timefall zone and MULE territory, and not on any obvious delivery route. Not great. The view is super nice, though. 6/10

Prepper: A cinnamon roll who believes the world will be saved by fandoms and games. Always happy to see you. Gets super excited when you find old figurines for him. Sends lost stuff to people he doesn’t even know. Has toy dinosaurs.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: He is a Friend. 9/10

The Musician

Shelter placement: Hidden behind a little cliff, on a mountain, in a patch of nice fresh moss, next to a cool waterfall, overlooking the whole valley. Not on any delivery route whatsoever but come on. This guy is living the dream. 10/10

Prepper: Talks to you as if he’s known you since highschool. Has an emo haircut. Very passionate about rock albums from the “beginning of the 21st century” so I’m assuming he’s a fellow MCR fan. The walls of his shelter are covered in vinyls. Wants to create and share the music of the future for free. Streams his concerts on the chiral network.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A harmonica. You can play it. I’m in love

Opinion while playing: Hell yeah what a cool dude 10/10

The Engineer

Shelter placement: In plain view right next to a huge road and two MULE territories. Dude didn’t even try to hide and his packages are stolen all the time. At least the weather is nice? 3/10

Prepper: Has spent his entire life inside of this bunker since birth. Polite and a bit shy. Has a friendly smile. Judging by the amount of alcohol we deliver to him, feels lonely. Sometimes you’ll find gallons of lube with his name on it and he’ll refuse to give any kind of explanation and to be fair the guy probably uses it for all his mechanical inventions. But deep down, we know.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the Power Skeleton. You know you want them.

Opinion while playing: Another Friend. I will judge him silently every time I have to bring him his lost lube though. 9/10

The Craftsman

Shelter placement: Next to a huge road on a plain ravaged by Timefall, between two MULE territories and a voidout crater choke-full of BTs. Can potentially see the nightmarish ruins of a roadside factory and a traffic jam where everyone clearly got killed. I don’t know if I hate it or respect the shit out of it. 2/10

Prepper: Suspicious of us. Sends us on a suicide mission to fetch old equipment in a terrifying place. Hates Fragile, so we can’t be friends. Likes to fix broken watches, apparently. A lot of his lost packages seem to be special reinforced underwear. I’m curious but also I don’t want to pry.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Custom hematic grenades. Can’t live without them.

Opinion while playing: A suspicious little shit and I don’t trust him but he’s still a good ally. 5/10

The Elder

Shelter placement: On a majestic plateau in the middle of the region, overlooking everything. Not on any obvious route, which is a problem, but also away from danger, Timefall and MULEs. A green little patch of heaven. 9/10

Prepper: Old and kind but takes no shit from anybody. All of his emails are like “anyway, f█ck the government and f█ck this country” and I’m living for it. Will give away old photo albums, books and games predating the Death Stranding, in hope they can be shared with other people and their kids. Wholesome as hell.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: The most valid boomer you will ever see. My adoptive grandfather and I must protect him at all costs. 10/10

Peter Englert

Shelter placement: Not on any obvious delivery route but right next to Lake Knot City on a plain ravaged by Timefall. You can see Middle Knot City’s crater from there. Not a bad spot, but also no good vibes whatsoever. 6/10

Prepper: Never at home, has no hologram and keeps finding terrible excuses not to be there, which is rude. Possibly imaginary friends and relatives. Writes extremely long and well-spoken, obsequious, smarmy emails to you and you’ll receive them at the worst possible moments, like he just knows. Only interested in pizza, and you.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Hope you like high quality guns, and very disturbing journal entries.

Opinion while playing: Was literally calling him my nemesis even BEFORE learning anything about the guy. The best and the worst prepper at the same time. Go f█ck yourself, dude, I love you. Pizza/10

The Timefall Farmer and the Environmental Scientist

Shelter placement: Right next to a huge MULE territory. There’s the Tar Belt in the distance and no city, road or friends for miles. Very awkward. 4/10

Preppers: Planned to study the effects of Timefall on plants and became farmers instead. They are not enjoying it one bit and you’re under the impression they occasionally get on each other’s nerves even though they’ve been colleagues for years. The concept of their farm is a fantastic bit of worldbuilding, though, but they are a bit bland themselves.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A goose hologram. I need it

Opinion while playing: They’re super nice but their general weariness is too contagious for comfort. 4/10

The Film Director

Shelter placement: In the middle of jagged rocks, reasonably far away from local MULEs and Timefall, but also from any kind of road or decent delivery route. The ground is a poisonous reddish brown with occasional smoke. Ominous. 5/10

Prepper: Really worried about ancient media getting lost and forgotten, and will do anything to save old movies from oblivion. Trusts you instantly. Is always surprised you brought something for him, or just thought about him, and it’s heartwarming to see. Geeks about things he likes in your emails when he isn’t low-key flirting with you. Has the most epic beard you will ever see in your life.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A rock hologram. Uh?

Opinion while playing: Came for the geeking, stayed for the flirting 8/10

The Collector

Shelter placement: Inside a cavern two-thirds up a vertical rock face in a canyon slap bang in the middle of MULE territory. Invisible from ground level, and invisible from the bottom of the canyon. The MULEs live literally next door and don’t even know the guy is there. No chill whatsoever. Incredible. What a king. 10/10

Prepper: Shaped like a friend. Loves videogames and loves geeking about them. Fascinated by pre-Stranding press like “people were buying newspapers? On real paper?? :O”. Really wants you to read his emails because he’s got nobody to share his special interests with. Wants to write about your adventures to inspire other people. Occasionally you’ll find a lost package with a vintage playstation and you know it’s for him even without looking at the name on the tag.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A backpack cover to protect your stuff from Timefall?? holy shit?

Opinion while playing: We have no choice but to stan. 9/10

The Junk Dealer

Shelter placement: On a heavily polluted, rust-colored hill in the middle of a scrapyard full of broken down cars, overlooking both MULE and BT territory AND some f█cking terrifying ruins on all sides. It’s metal as shit, but also, the dude’s got a death wish. 3/10

Prepper: Tries to emotionally blackmail us with videos of his supposedly dead girlfriend. Very rude. Sends us on a suicide mission in BT territory to look for junk just for a laugh. Is such a piece of shit he got divorced by a woman who was willing to be carried under heavy Timefall through a horde of BTs to see him. Killed his girlfriend’s parents and didn’t tell her.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the Speed skeleton, and also chiral ladders, which are both life-saving, and I hate the fact that I need those so much.

Opinion while playing: A piece of shit and a terrible human being. Go sit on some rusty metal in BT territory, my dude. 1/10

The Chiral Artist and her Mother

Shelter placement: Overlooking a bottomless lake of tar and depressing ruins plagued by Timefall, far from civilisation but also far from trouble. Depressing, but safe. 6/10

Preppers: A little ray of sunshine. Capable of planning a journey on foot while avoiding Timefall and BTs after having done the trip exactly once (1) and on our back, which makes her one of the bravest Preppers we ever meet. Talented as hell with chiralium. Very awkward speech patterns and elocution which I always find relatable. Makes extremely bad choices regarding her love life. Will send you likes in a cringy but cute way. I don’t really trust her adoptive mother too much but she seems to be friends with the Cosplayer and any friend of the Cosplayer is my friend.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Chiral boots. Literally the most useful thing anyone anywhere gave me in this game. No matter how far I am from her and her mom I will backtrack to get some brand new chiral boots from her every time I need them. They are that good

Opinion while playing: I love her but she’s making extremely bad life choices and it’s giving me mild anxiety 8/10

The Cosplayer and the Wandering MC

Shelter placement: At the very bottom of a long, narrow canyon plagued by Timefall, inside a vertical hole in the ground. How they haven’t both drowned yet is beyond me. This is the worst idea ever. 1/10

Prepper: Both of them are always super excited to see you. Trade a ton of art and crafts supplies back and forth with everyone in the region. Organised a goddamn post-apo cosplay convention through the chiral network. She considers cosplay to be ‘the art of transformation’, and he’s a big fan of you, and also otters. Otter facts. Dad Jokes to the max. Legends only

Will I get something nice if I help them: Backpack custom options. And the otter hood. Come on. Who doesn’t want to look like an otter. According to the MC it was “threaded and triple stitched by [his] cosplay partner using silk”. I don’t deserve this gift

Opinion while playing: Just because it’s the apocalypse doesn’t mean you can’t look and feel your best 10/10

The Doctor and the Medical Device Engineer

Shelter placement: Overlooking a little river in the mountains, right before the snow starts. Extremely close to Mountain Knot City. Practical and beautiful. Lovely spot. 8/10

Preppers: She invented and crafted a medical terminal that allows doctors to examine patients remotely through the network, and distributed it for free. He’s sitting on years of medical knowledge and stockpiles of meds, and also sharing both with everyone. Got married because they admired each other so much and shared a common hatred of the lack of medical assistance post-Stranding. Two absolute angels. We don’t deserve them

Will I get something nice if I help them: Custom blood bags. A must during boss fights.

Opinion while playing: A bit too serious, but mad respect. 7/10

The Photographer

Shelter placement: In the mountains, in the middle of nowhere, overlooking the valley, but away from everything and everyone, next to BT territory and daaaangerously close to the biggest Demens camp in the entire country. Who told you this was a good idea. 4/10

Prepper: The walls of her shelter are decorated with photos of beautiful landscapes. Friendly but takes no shit. Constantly trying to go out to take pictures of cool places and weird paleoart and stuff even though there’s a whole gang of terrorists outside firing live ammo at anyone on sight. Her cameras get stolen all the time, and yet she keeps doing it again and again. Judging by one delivery she sent to Mountain Knot City, she even has footage of Edge Knot City. You know. The unreachable nightmarish place beyond the f█cking Tar Belt. HOW

Will I get something nice if I help them: Guns because she clearly has no chill

Opinion while playing: This woman has more nerves in her left pinky than I have in my entire f█cking body. We stan a queen 9/10

The Novelist’s Son

Shelter placement: In a vast, beautiful green plain full of rivers and lakes, kind of in the middle of nowhere but also at a safe distance of the Demens territory. It’s painted the same green as the rest of the plain, which is a stroke of genius. 8/10

Prepper: Considering his title and the fact that the walls of his shelter are full of bookshelves, I expected a pretentious writer of sorts. But no. He doesn’t write. He’s just a soft boy who wants to save the world with plants. Will make sure you read his emails because he’s very passionate about gardening, gourds and mythology, and wants to talk about it with everyone. Too good for this world, too pure.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Special cryptobiotes! Pretty cool. I want to save some for Fragile

Opinion while playing: I love him I love thinking about him 10/10

The Roboticist

Shelter placement: High in the mountains, but in some sort of hollow, surrounded by snow and rocks on all sides. There’s also a nice hot spring nearby. Feels strangely safe and pleasant for such an isolated spot. 7/10

Prepper: Super approachable and quite friendly. Clearly a genius considering how good the all-terrain skeleton is. The stuff she’s looking for goes from stuff for her projects to a plush for her kid or a vintage coffee machine. Her emails, meanwhile, are shit-your-pants terrifying, like her wondering if machines should replace humans, or pranking you by pretending she was dead the whole time and her hologram is an IA. Thank you for the heart attack.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Upgrades for the all-terrain skeleton, hell yeah baby

Opinion while playing: I’m very conflicted because her emails are scary as shit but if she stepped on my face I’d say “thank you” 8/10

The Mountaineer and the Mountain Guide

Shelter placement: On top of a mountain but in a relatively flat and safe area, very isolated but also far from Beached Things, with good visibility. There’s logic to the madness. 6/10

Preppers: Initially in panic mode due to a medical emergency. Tough outside, but soft inside. He gives you precious advice about whiteouts and how to deal with them and stay alive in the mountains. We don’t know much about her, except she used to explore the mountains using chiral climbing anchors. Just speculation but I’m under the impression they met one day on a super dangerous expedition and ended together because they were both tough as nails, or maybe because they saved each other. Their kid is going to be unstoppable.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Chiral climbing anchors.

Opinion while playing: Wholesome couple of adventurers. A bit bland, but in a good way 7/10

The Spiritualist

Shelter placement: On a mountain peak in the middle of a whiteout area, but sometimes the weather can be decent and the view pretty nice, if you squint. Getting there feels like a test to join a secret cult and I don’t like that one bit. 3/10

Prepper: Twin sister of the Cosplayer, but gives off a very different vibe, like some sort of white suburban mom who’s discovering new age stuff. Has a very mystical approach to this whole apocalypse thing but seems to be wayyy too much into it for comfort. Really wants to see the Beach and tries to do so through meditation. We can receive chemicals from her. I do NOT want to know what’s in there.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A RACCOON HOLOGRAM?? I LOVE IT

Opinion while playing: Harmless but she scares me. 3/10

The First Prepper

Shelter placement: On a nearly inaccessible mountain peak battered by snow storms. The slope is so dangerous I straight up died once while walking on it. Absolutely nothing for miles and no visibility. That’s not a shelter, that’s a coffin. 1/10

Prepper: Apparently his family has lived in shelters ever since the beginning of the Cold War, then decided to stay there in case the world would end in the year 2000, then because of the Bush era, and long story short the guy is like “I did it before it was cool” and he’s literally gatekeeping other Preppers and calling them amateurs. Tries really hard to convince us to stop helping people and get our own shelter. At least he admits self-sufficiency is a mirage in the end, which is more than I expected from this clown.

Will I get something nice if I help them: A hat, and a wolf hologram

Opinion while playing: When the nicest thing I have to say about a Prepper is “well they’re not hurting anybody”, you know it’s bad. What a jerk 2/10

The Evo-Devo Biologist

Shelter placement: On an isolated snow slope away from civilisation, overlooking ruins and geysers in the distance. Not far from BT territory and terrorists, but still at a reasonable distance. Next to a hot spring. The view is majestic as f█ck. 9/10

Prepper: Looks strict and gives off severe teacher vibes, but you’re under the impression that’s purely because she hasn’t seen or talked to another human being in years. Polite but distant. Thinks the sixth mass extinction is a golden opportunity for science, and inevitable, and that we should study the shit out of it even if we end up dying. She’s not wrong exactly but also, yikes

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: I genuinely have no idea. An enigma. 5/10

The Geologist

Shelter placement: High in the mountains on a desolate snowy slope, completely isolated from everything. I think I’ve seen a movie about that kind of place once, except it was a hotel. 2/10

Prepper: The first package we bring to him is a shipment of meds to fight chiral contamination. No more nightmares or suicidal thoughts after that, so he’s ok. Also he’s obsessed with Heartman to the point you wonder if he’s got a crush on him, belittles himself and his work constantly, and also thinks saving the world is a waste of time and effort. No no he’s still ok, he swears. But yeah uh. Dude is clearly one small step away from blowing a fuse and going full Demens, we need to sit down and talk about your problems my friend

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: I like him but he worries me a lot and I’m a bit scared for him 7/10

The Paleontologist

Shelter placement: In a little valley in the mountains, where grass and snow meet, miles away from civilisation and roads, but also miles away from problems. If there wasn’t this pit full of toxic gas literally next door, this would be perfect. 8/10

Prepper: Likes to complain about everything and everyone. A bit rude but more in a familiar way than an unpleasant way. Extremely passionate about fossils and prehistoric stuff and gets super excited about ammonites in particular. Mentions exploring a place full of toxic gas without any kind of protection just to fetch some neat rocks once, so we both clearly have the same level of survival instincts when our special interests are involved.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really, unless you count level 2 Hematic Grenades

Opinion while playing: Relatable as shit. I feel like I’d be this guy if I existed in this game’s world. 9/10

The Veteran Porter

Shelter placement: Nowhere Man lives on a very abrupt slope full of rocks in the middle of Nowhereburg, Nowhere State, Nowherica. You get the feeling he knows the region like the back of his hand and picked that spot exactly for that reason and frankly, I have to respect that. 7/10

Prepper: Ex-Porter with a damaged spine. A retired adventurer, exhausted after carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Higgs used to be his boss back when he was still working at Fragile Express so the dude has massive trust issues now and I won’t argue with that. Initially suspicious of us and Bridges, for good reasons. Every time I found a super isolated bunker signed under Fragile Express I was like “woah their employees were hardcore to find all these places that Bridges couldn’t find”, and he’s one of these guys, and I get it now. And he’s tired. So tired. A whole mood.

Will I get something nice if I help them: Not really.

Opinion while playing: Unlike the First Prepper I respect the shit out of him and I want him to enjoy his well-earned retirement 8/10

#death stranding #long post #eye contact tw

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miracul0us-multishipper · 5 years

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Welcome to the back (Part 5)

First Chapter Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Thank you so much for all your sweet feedback!

This chapter deals a little more with Lila’s manipulations and their first effects, and both Chat Noir And Felix make a move. With varying degrees of success.

Also, Felix would literally die for Maman Cheng’s Quiche.

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Lila was fuming when she arrived at home.

“Who does he think he is?!”, she spit out between clenched teeth. “He had zero proof!”

And not only had her attempt to win Felix over failed, Hawkmoth hadn’t even sent an Akuma for her! That, or this goddamn beetle had caught it before it had reached her.

“What a dutiful little bug, aren’t you, Ladybug?”, she seethed on. “Always looking out for butterflies. Well, newsflash: you aren’t perfect! And as soon as you let one of them slip through, Volpina is going to kick your ass!”

That brought her thoughts to another pain in her butt and she threw her phone away in frustration. If it weren’t for that pigtailed goody two shoes, Felix would be writing poems of admiration for Lila by now. All these beautiful words, lost because that stupid Marinette couldn’t leave Felix alone. He was unreachable for her now!

Taking a deep breath, Lila tried to calm down.

Don’t do anything rash. We’ve come so far.

She still had Adrien wrapped around her finger. That boy was so eager to believe her, he threw all reason away for some pretty fairy tale. And as long as his father was with her, she had Adrien handled.

Still. Loosing her chance with Felix had... hurt her. She hadn’t realized she’d looked forward to their relationship that much.

Sighing she fell on her bed and grabbed her phone, going through his poems. She’d pictured how everything would go from the moment she’d looked through his bag. He would’ve been smitten with her writing, her poetry resonating with his. Once they were on their date at the Eiffel Tower, he wouldn’t have been able to deny how pretty she looked with the sunset illuminating her face, the wind in her hair... He would’ve intertwined his soft, slender fingers with hers and confessed how connected he felt to her. She would’ve blushed and told him to stop, but he would’ve written her a poem about his feelings for her and kissed her hand. Then they would’ve kissed, just as the sun disappeared and the lights at the tower went on. The rest of the evening, they would have talked about their shared affinity for words and tales, how they both could spin their audiences in webs of emotion and wonder - even though they used different mediums to accomplish that. He would’ve realized that they were the only ones that understood each other, that they were made for each other, that they were soulmates. How they were better than these silly children in their class.

She groaned and turned her phone off, not bearing to see his pretty poems now.

It was all Marinette’s fault! She’d stolen that future from her and Felix!

Lila froze.

Wait a second.

Since when did she give up that easily?! This was Marinette she was talking about! That girl didn’t have enough brain cells to walk properly! She was no opponent for her, Lila Rossi, the cunning Volpina! She was the Queen of Lies, the Master of Manipulation, Gaslighting and Illusions! If she wanted Felix, she’d get Felix!

With renewed determination, she got in front of her computer. She had some research to do!

“There you are, Chaton!” Ladybug greeted her partner. She was still smiling from her encounter with Felix, and determined that this patrol would go smoothly. Chat Noir replied with his usual smirk.

“If you don’t look energized today, My Lady! Happy to see me?”

She chuckled and landed next to him, on the rooftops next to the Seine.

“Come on, Kitty! This city doesn’t patrol itself, you know?”

“Actually, can we wait a few more minutes?” her partner asked with surprising seriousness. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She wanted to refuse - she still had to catch up on her missed history lesson, time was precious - but the pleading look in his big green eyes made her weak.

“Alright” she sighed. “But only shortly! What is it, Kitty?”

He hummed.

“You always call me these pet names. It’s so cute!”

“Chat. Focus.”

“Right! Uh, my dad is... the owner of a business, you know? Famous and renowned across France. He always has to look super professional, or his investors run over to his rivals.”

“Okay?” Ladybug tried to follow, unsure where this was supposed to go.

“You kind of remind me of him, sometimes! You’re both smart, and very serious about your work, and usually too busy.”

She didn’t know if he wanted to compliment or insult her.

“Anyway, my mom and I are very similar, he always says. She used to work for him, as a model. And when they fell in love, my dad was a bit worried a relationship with one of his coworkers might look unprofessional. ‘What would everyone say?’, and so on.”

“And then?”

He shrugged.

“Nothing. They got married and it worked out fine. No problems whatsoever.”

“Huh.”

Chat looked at her, obviously expecting something, so she added: “That’s... a very sweet story. Your parents sound very lucky.”

He beamed.

“Yeah! And luck is just our thing, right?”

“Uh, yes” she agreed carefully. What did they have to do with his parents. “But why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanted to let you know... I understand how important it is for you to look professional. And that I support you, always. You don’t have to worry.”

“Thanks?” She was positively confused now. “I don’t think anybody doubts our professionalism, but... that’s reassuring.”

“You’re welcome.”

He probably meant well, even though she didn’t understand what he was playing at. So when he closed his eyes and leaned in, her mind had yet to catch up. Only when he was actually pressing his lips on hers, it clicked.

She slapped him. Hard.

“Ow! What the-“

“Oh no, that’s my line, Chat! What the fuck?!”, she hissed out, wiping her mouth with her wrist. Chat looked up, his face shifting from shock to betrayal.

“I-I thought-“

“You thought what?! You can just kiss me out of the blue after I repeatedly told you I’m not in love with you?! What don’t you get about that?”

If he looked hurt, she didn’t care. She was tired of this, tired of his advances. For once in her life, she wanted him to listen and understand her!

“I- someone told me you were worried that-“

“Why are you so quick to listen to some bystander, but refuse to hear my very! Clear! Answer!”

“Your answer isn’t clear at all!”, Chat Noir yelled back, getting to his feet. “You say you don’t love me, but you’re acting like you do! You call me pet names, you flirt with me, you kiss me all the time! So either you enjoy leading me on, or you’re lying to both of us about your true feelings!”

“Aaaargh!”, she groaned in frustration, clasping her hands above her head, “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m simply making my feelings very clear for you! We are partners, and we’re supposed to be honest with each other!”

She tore her hair. He was so stubborn, so obstinate that that he could do no wrong. She wanted to scream.

“Chat, I honestly don’t want you to kiss me.” she tried to keep it simple, lowering her voice to prevent herself from lashing out. But Chat certainly didn’t help at that.

“That’s okay! We can just hold hands, if you want to. Or go for Ice cream.”

“No! I don’t want any of that! Kwamis above!”

“Then what do you want?!

If she didn’t get out of here, she’d do something stupid. Slap him again, probably.

“Leave me alone, Chat.”, she pressed out, her voice breaking.

“What? We’re partners! You- We need each other!”

“I’ll handle patrol from now on.”, she ordered, leaving no room for discussion. “Until you can accept that I don’t reciprocate your feelings, we should only work together when necessary.”

She swallowed, throwing her yo-yo.

“Please, Chat.”

Then she was off, disappearing behind the buildings of Paris. Leaving a stunned, upset Cat behind. It took him a while before he could move, and even longer before he reached his home. Detransforming had never felt so draining to him.

“What the everloving Fluff were you thinking?” Plagg raged as soon as the ring set him free. Adrien groaned.

“Not now, Plagg. I really don’t feel up to this now.”

“You don’t feel up to this?” Plagg snarled incredulously. “I don’t feel up to this! I don’t feel up to anything! Ever! And even I can’t let you do something like this!”

“How should I have known she’d react like this?” the boy defended himself. “Lila said-“

“Volpina-Girl! You know she doesn’t like Ladybug! But somehow you thought her love advice is more credible than the answer Ladybug has been giving you for months!”

“But she’s Ladybug! And I’m her Black Cat! We’re completing each other.”

Plagg shook his head.

“Right now, you overgrown airhead, you are about to loose even the most platonic part of her feelings for you. It’s simple: that or nothing, Kiddo.”

Where Ladybug was lonelier than ever, Marinette was soaring high. After Alya apologized for not believing in her innocence regarding the poems, the others soon followed - much to Lila’s dismay. And the compulsive liar got even angrier after seeing how much closer Marinette and Felix were becoming. Marinette found that she didn’t care.

Felix was... odd. He spoke clear and directly, not caring if he sounded rude. He didn’t like warm temperatures, preferring to hide on the shady yard. He listened to classical music, but had beaten Marinette more than once at Freestyle Clash 2.

(“Rap is poetry as well!”, he had defended himself when she teased him about it.)

He also didn’t like crowds, or people in general. But whenever Marinette was chatting with her classmates, she found him listening attentively, even if his eyes were glued to his book. While he didn’t want to be actively involved, he wasn’t antisocial either.

And to be honest, she appreciated his silent company more than ever when her other friends became... overwhelming. Being around Felix was easy. His mere presence was calming, as if everything was in control.

“Girl, are you there? ‘Cause if I’m not losing my senses you’re staring at Mister Icecold instead of Sunshine Boy.”

Marinette blinked, pulled back into the real world. Alya was looking at her expectantly, eyebrows raised so high they almost vanished beneath her hair.

“I didn’t!”, Marinette insisted, but Alya rolled her eyes.

“Come on, you’ve been hanging out with him and him alone for the past week! What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! I just really like Felix, that’s all. You know I have a crush on Adrien.”

Alya’s eyes were scrutinizing but playful.

“Hm... If you say so?” She chuckled. “I should be glad. Frosty is kind of scaring me, actually. He’s so rude!”

Marinette huffed with arms akimbo.

“He’s just... honest! And hasn’t been around people much. He doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t want to lie for politeness’ sake either.”

“I don’t mean that. At least, not only that. He’s been glaring at Lila whenever she tries to speak with him.”

Marinette sighed. They’d talked this over at least a dozen times already, and while Marinette didn’t call Lila a Liar openly anymore, she did like to give hints. Which Alya successfully ignored.

“Just... let’s get to class. I don’t want to be late again.”

While Felix hated nothing more than talking during the lessons (“It’s disrespectful!”) he did communicate from time to time. Over the course of the week, they had developed an intricate language of stolen glances and discreet expressions that was comprehensible to them alone.

When Marinette fell into her seat next to him and replied “present” upon hearing her name from Mme Bustier, he gave her a concerned look from her to Alya.

Everything okay with you two?

Marinette shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Just the usual disagreement.

He huffed, concentrating on the lesson, but not without nudging her leg with his knee. His gesture for showing support.

“Before we continue with Napoleon, let me make an announcement.”, Mme Bustier caught her class’s attention. “Since you’ve all been so eager and hardworking during Monsieur Agreste’s bowler hat contest, I’ve been looking for another opportunity to let your creativity run free.”

She smiled at the front row.

“Since Lila has so generously helped me out, You now have the chance to participate in a competition called “Journalism Junior”, hosted by Alec Cataldi and Nadja Chamack.”

The class cheered and Alya high fived Lila, who smiled as Adrien patted her on the shoulder. A sharp pang in Marinette’s chest made her look away.

“If you want to enter the competition, you’ll have to create a report on something that greatly impacted you, until next Friday,” Mme Bustier continued. “It can be about your greatest inspirations or fears, a problem you want to draw attention to or something you want to support. Copying is as always,” a sharp glance at Chloé and Sabrina, “strictly forbidden! This is about an honest and genuine insight into Paris’ youth, so be true to yourselves!”

As soon as Mme Bustier finished, the class was alive with the buzz of excited students.

“Journalism! Not really my specialty, but sounds interesting.”, Marinette beamed at her gloomy neighbor. “I think I’ll do something about fashion! Or baking? Or media design?”

Felix only huffed and Marinette stilled.

“Is... everything okay?”

He blinked and straightened himself.

“Yes, of course. Journalism just isn’t my cup of tea.”

He leaned his head sideways.

“You should do something about fashion. You’re talking about it constantly, and I’ve seen your room. If something has an impact on you, it’s designing.”

“You’re right!”, she agreed, already thinking about what sketches she should work with. “Oh, will you do the report on your poems? No, wait, they’re personal. Your music then? I’ve heard you play the violin in the art room, it’s magical!”

Felix’ cheeks appeared a bit more saturated for a moment, almost as if he were blushing, but it disappeared when he shook his head.

“I won’t participate at all.”, he clarified sternly. “I’ve had enough people trying to peak into my life. But I’ll help you with yours. You’re horrible with deadlines.”

“True”, she grimaced. “But I don’t get why the behavior of other journalists should keep you from trying something out yourself!”

His fingers twitched, betraying that this was about something entirely else. A bit gentler she added: “Are you sure you don’t want to do something of your own? It’s different if other people try to drag your personal life into the limelight, or if you willingly share something on your own terms.”

“Hm...”, he murmured, before giving her one of his rare smiles. “You are exceptionally smart, Marinette. I appreciate your advice.”

She rolled her eyes. He could’ve as well written her a thank you letter, as formal as he was.

“Thanks. But don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re deflecting!”

She backed down anyway. Felix obviously didn’t want to share his thought process with her, but hopefully, he just needed some time.

Or maybe she was just misinterpreting his behavior and blowing things out of proportion. Wouldn’t be the first time for her.

Felix might not look the part, but he did think about what Marinette had said. She was right, of course. There was a difference between someone stealing his secrets, and himself sharing them. But to him it had always been technical at best, a mere incongruence in terminology.

Insisting on being involved in Mum’s company from an early age on had put him in the spotlight far more than he’d anticipated, then. When he took up modeling – the only way to help he was given, his mother didn’t want him to “waste his childhood with adults work” – he’d become a minor celebrity basically overnight. It hadn’t gotten better when he grew up.

He’d always felt like some sort of public property, a puppet for others to project onto, or a fancy building people went sightseeing for on weekends. More than once his mother had to hire security people to ensure he had some semblance of peace outside, without being bothered by fans or paparazzi. His father’s position and... attitude certainly hadn’t helped to give him some personal space. So, at one point... he’d simply stopped going amongst people. And he didn’t mind that!

But the week he’d spent with Marinette, or even Aurore and Marc, had made him realize that while he could be on his own... he didn’t want to, anymore. Not always at least. They were so... generous with everything, sharing help or stories or simply their company with him. Especially Marinette, without ever expecting anything in return.

He wanted to return something, though. Anything to let her know he appreciated her. To make her smile the way she drew out his own.

So when school was over, he waited for her to pack up her things and get ready to go.

“You wouldn’t happen to be free this afternoon?”, he asked quietly. There where a few other students left in the room, Rossi and Agreste among them, and while he’d never concern himself enough with them to whisper, he wouldn’t push his luck either. This afternoon should go as smoothly as possible.

Marinette smiled and nodded.

“Sure! Want to come over for lunch again? Maman made Quiche.”

He saw Adrien perk up four rows further, and Felix himself found his determination waver. The Dupain-Cheng Quiche was a work of high culinary art, as he’d learned the last time he’d visited Marinette. But no! He had to stay strong! This was for Marinette!

“Actually, I’d hoped you came back home with me for lunch.”

He fidgeted a little, which was odd for him since it usually annoyed him on other people.

“It’s as you said, I should try to share things willingly, on my own terms, and you... make me feel like it can’t be that hard.”

Her smile was replaced by a look of surprise and he mentally kicked himself.

“You don’t have to! It was just an idea, but it doesn’t have to be today. Or ever.”

Why would she want to have lunch with him if her parents were already culinary deities? His mere invitation after tasting their creations was an affront to their craft.

To his relief, however, Marinette didn’t seem to mind his proposal.

“I’d love to come over! I’ll just have to call my parents before.”

She gave him one of her playful smirks that usually came before reading him.

“You actually listened to me? I’m impressed!”

His slight pang of disappointment that he wouldn’t get his beloved Quiche today was drowned out by his happiness to enjoy her company a bit longer. When she turned away to call her parents, he realized he should probably give his mother a heads up as well. He sighed. Mum would be over the moon once she heard he was bringing a friend over.

What had he done?

Lila was prepared. She was cool. She was completely fine with Felix asking the walking mess named Marinette out for lunch. And the pen she’d snapped would’ve broken anyway, she was sure.

Not that it mattered. Pigtails could revel in his attention all day, for all she cared. It wouldn’t last.

“Madame Bustier?”, she called the teacher as soon as the other students were gone.

“Lila! Is something the matter?”, the woman asked her new official favorite student. “I hope you didn’t mind that I thanked you in front of the class. I didn’t want to put you in the spotlights so unprompted, but you were a great help and that should be acknowledged.”

Lila smiled modestly.

“Oh, I don’t mind. I just like to help out.”

Herself, first and foremost. The contest was merely a puzzle piece in her scheme.

“Speaking of that,” she continued, “I wanted to ask for a small favor, if it’s no problem.”

“Of course, Lila. What is it?”

“It’s Marinette.” she began, putting on a sheepish face. “We didn’t have the best start, and her behavior last week when I proposed to change the seating again... I think she still holds some sort of grudge against me.”

She paused for a moment, to let the hint settle before she continued.

“I wanted to help her out a bit, so we can become friends! She’s always so busy as class rep, and I fear that the contest might add some weight to her load.”

“That’s so sweet of you! What were you thinking about?”

She had Bustier wrapped around her finger, now.

“Well, I obviously can’t help her with her report.” she mused out loud. “I don’t want to influence her in any way, so she doesn’t get disqualified for copying something by accident. So I hoped I could help her with her class rep duties! Usually, Alya does that, but she’s so passionate about her report and I don’t want to distract her.”

“Very considerate!”, she praised. “What duties would you like to take over for now?”

Now came the important part.

“Oh, Kim has been sick for a while now.” she reminded her. “I wanted to bring him some of the work we did, and inform him about the contest. And the swimming team asked Marinette to bring him the bag he forgot last time. Would it be alright if you gave me his address?”

She seemed to think for a moment before searching for a list in her bag.

“Usually, I’m not allowed to give out personal information.”, the teacher confessed. “But I think in this case, we can call it an exception, don’t we?”

“Of course”, Lila agreed dutifully as she skimmed the list Bustier held out to her. LeChien, Kim... there. And directly above: Leanne, Felix. Smiling, she typed the address into her phone. Felix’ address, of course. Max was already bringing Kim his homework, and the forgotten bag was a lie.

“Thank you so much, Madame!”, Lila said genuinely when she put her phone away and walked towards the door. “Oh, one last thing! Would you maybe... not tell Marinette I asked for this? I want to surprise her.”

“Don’t worry!”, Bustier said cluelessly. “I‘ll forget you asked me for anything.”

“You are the best, Madame! Good bye!”

She didn’t her her teacher’s reply, she was already out of the door. Her phone was on and she pulled up the pictures she’d taken of Felix’ calendar.

He was meticulous when it came to organizing his day, and she was more than grateful for it. He would be home by now, and lunch with his mother would last until 15 o’clock. He’d made a note not to disturb her from 15 to 16 o’clock, since Madame Leanne was in a meeting. From 16 to 18 o’clock, he’d be busy with his violin lessons.

Perfect.

But before her plan could be set in motion, she had another little tale to spin.

“Nino!”, she called when Adrien’s best friend came into her sight. “Wait for me!”

He was alone when she reached him. This was almost too easy.

“Wow, everything alright, dudette?” Nino asked, concerned that she’d hurried so much to catch up to him. “You look kinda rushed.”

She smiled and waved it off.

“I’ll be meeting Jagged Stone soon, and I don’t want to be late. I showed him your latest tape by the way, and he was really impressed.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah! But I really have to hurry now. Could you maybe tell Adrien from me that he doesn’t need to worry. You know, because of the Marinette thing.”

Nino frowned.

“Wait a sec. Marinette thing? Is she or Adrien in trouble?”

Surprised Lila put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh no, he didn’t tell you? Oh, I messed up! I’m so sorry!”

“What did you mess up? C’mon, I’m not telling anyone.”

She looked from side to side, as if worried others might overhear.

“I’m sure he meant to tell you.” she started secretively. “It’s just that... he’s been worried about Marinette. He thought she acted so weirdly over my proposal that Felix should sit with us in the front, that maybe she doesn’t like him. He thinks Marinette is ignoring, or outright bullying Felix.”

“What? I mean, that dude is giving me the creeps, but Marinette is super close with him.”

She forced a smile.

“You’re right, I noticed that too! But, you know, Adrien has been isolated so long... he just doesn’t know how to read the atmosphere, you know?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda oblivious.”

“I just wanted him to stop worrying so much. He was really concerned when he thought Felix and Marinette might not get along.”

Nino gave her a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll soothe his nerves. You go meet Jagged Stone!”

“Thank you so much!”, she said, and meant every word. He was really useful, even though he made her cringe. “Oh, but maybe don’t tell him you heard this from me. He didn’t tell anyone else, and I don’t want him to think he can’t trust me.”

“Sure thing, dudette!”

“Bye-bye, then! And thank you!”

Lila smiled as she ran off. Everything was fitting perfectly together. The best tool to keep Marinette away from Felix was her crush on Adrien. The best way to use her crush was his dislike of Felix, and his assumption he knew what was best for his friends. The closer he thought them to be, the more he’d try to spread his animosity towards Felix onto Marinette, who’d do everything to please him.

Now Lila only had to wait.

- - -

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Survey #311

“somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that i had in february of last year.”

What is something that is so awful it gives you pain in your teeth? Extremely sweet and/or cold treats. What is something you would like to teach someone? I love educating people about meerkats, snakes, tarantulas, opossums... lots of animals. What is something people tend to come to you about? For me to take pictures for them. What is something you would be willing to gamble? I don't mess with that. What's something you're absolutely 100% sure about yourself? Uhhh that I really like creating things and just being artistic. How often do you self-reflect? Probably too much, really. When was the last time you realized that you were the problem, if ever? I feel like a problem now, still living with and financially depending on my mom. If applicable, what's the furthest you've traveled because of a hobby? Ha, Mom and I got lost driving one day looking for roadkill for me to photograph (that will always feel weird saying) and wound up pretty far north from home, kinda close to Virginia. It was a fun afternoon/evening. What are some sights around the world you would like to see some day? I'm honestly not crazy about pursuing ancient architecture, but I'd take the opportunity for some if I could, especially in Egypt. OH! Venice would be cool, and whatever that city is with the umbrella "ceiling" layer outside. Do you have souvenirs from other countries? If so, what and from where? No. Apart from sleeping, name something you enjoy doing in bed: Sit on my laptop or read. Do you believe in ghosts? Yeah, or at least something of the sort. Do you stay friends with your exes? Girt and I are close friends, while the others I don't have contact with. Not because we're on bad terms (I may be w/ Jason, but I think our last meeting was freeing for both of us and distilled any remaining tension), we just don't talk. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Pretty sure no, I'd crash. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? One or two. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. How many pregnant people do you know? Good Lord, a lot. People are bored in quarantine apparently lmao. Who was the last person to play with your hair? Myself, outta boredom, kinda just twirling it. Have you ever seen the inside of a computer? Yeah. ^If yes, can you name any of the components? I could probably identify the motherboard. If you could get a new phone right now, would you/which kind? I would. Idk what kind, though; I'm not very familiar with what's up-to-date. Have you ever cut your own hair? No. If you had the chance, would you start your life entirely over? No. How old is the eldest member of your family? I don't know really, given both pairs of my grandparents are dead. Probably some aunt or uncle on Mom's side. I don't remember their birth order. Do you drink the milk from the bowl after you eat all the cereal? No, it grosses me out for whatever reason. UNLESS it's after a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, then I'll drink it. Do you know anybody who has had an online relationship? Yeah, me, and some others. One thing that your guy best friend doesn't like about you: He's never told me about something he doesn't like, so I can't speak for him. How about your girl best friend? Ummm you'd have to ask her, too. Do you loan your friends money? *recites the usual financial woe story* Are you taller than your siblings? No. Do you have “photoshoots” with your friends/family members? Definitely not regularly by any means. Are you generous? If you ignore monetary generosity for obvious reasons, I think I am in other ways. Are you afraid of lizards? No no no, I love those tiny lil dinosaur boiz and gorls!!!!! :''') Ahhh, I want a tegu especially one day. How legible is your signature? It's perfectly legible, imo. How hot are your neighbors? I don't even know my neighbors. Well, Mom's spoken to the woman to our left more than once if they were both outside, but I know she's an older woman whose appearance I never really noted, but regardless, I know I wasn't attracted to her. Do you play Pokemon Go? If so, what level are you and who's your buddy? Yeah, I can finally play it regularly since they began offering a daily box with a few items in it, like the balls. I'm not checking, but I think I'm like... around 23? My buddy is Charmeleon because I love love loooove that evolution line and absolutely want a Charizard ASAP. :') What's the most daring thing you have ever done? I guess that would be the story about how I challenged my rather intense fear of fair rides that can trouble the stomach by going on whatever the thing's called where you slowly go very high up and then drop down abruptly. Yeah yeah yeah, I was safe the whole time, but it was daring by my standards, haha. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It's been pierced twice already; the first time it closed while I was in the psych hospital and had to take it out, and the second one I just gave up with it after I kept losing them in my sleep and they just fell into the fucking void or something because I could never find them come morning. I eventually had none left to replace those I'd lost. And yes, I wore the curved types, they still just came out somehow???? Probably didn't help that I sleep like, ON my face sometimes, but... lol. I've been thinking of doing it one more time, but this time with a hoop ring. Nostril piercings are just really cute to me. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Somehow. Are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend? She's single. Do you have tan lines? HA. Absolutely not. Not even in the summer. Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip piercing? Yeah, he had snake bites. Has anyone told you they were in love with you? Yeah. Have you ever seen a bald eagle in person? Yes. Have you ever been vomited on? What about in vice versa? Oh my fucking god no, don't even make me imagine it. What is one family member you wish you were closer to? My sisters. When and where did you lose your virginity? Since then, what was the longest time you've ever gone without sex? I dunno, his bed or mine when I was maybe like 16 or 17. Been many years. What is your biggest fear about making a total commitment to someone? That I'll experience heartbreak again. Do you think that your life is exciting enough to be made into a movie? Do you think anybody would actually enjoy it if it were a movie? lol fuuuuck no If you were the opposite sex, would you be attracted to you? I don't know? If I was a different person, I'd obviously have unique tastes, too. Have you ever walked around your house naked? Oh no, I'm way too uncomf for that. Do you prefer profile pictures of you by yourself or with someone else? Me by myself. Did it bother you to find out that Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Toothfairy were not real? Not really, no. I'd been suspicious about it for a long time anyway. Is there a food that you only recently started to like? If so, what is it and when did you start liking it? How often do you try again foods you don't like to see if your tastes have changed? Hm... I'm unsure about "recently." I'm not very adventurous with food at all, so the answer for the last part is not often at all. Who would you NOT want to read the surveys you've posted on here? What would most likely happen if they did read it? Is there anyone you actually wish would read your survey answers but doesn't? Probably my therapist lmaoo. It'd spark some concern, especially regarding my PTSD, for him to be able to see "wow, she is deeply scarred." I don't really "wish" anyone else would read them, other than the occasional answer I wish He Who Shall Not Be Named could hear. Do you watch Glee? If so, which song do you want to hear on there that they have not yet done? If not, which TV show do you think has the best soundtrack? I don't watch it. The answer is obviously Supernatural, like good good shit right thar. Do you think you would be able to pull off a crime perfectly, without being caught? What about other lies? For example, cheating on your partner without getting caught? Would you be able to get away with it? Ha, hell no. I'm way too clumsy in more ways than physical and would overlook so many details. And I wouldn't WANT to get away with cheating on my partner, thanks. Do you know anyone who has divorced and remarried the same person? What do you/would you think of someone who does that? I don't think I do, and it's not really my business, but I'd have silent doubts, probably, depending on why they split. Do you say goodnight to anybody before you go to bed? If so, does it feel weird if you go to bed without saying it to them? I say goodnight to my snake Venus; even if she's in her hide, I say it when I walk past her terrarium. It probably wouldn't feel weird not to, but I want to, even though she can't even hear me lmao. How do you react when you're scared? Do you scream, jump, cover your eyes, etc.? I am VERY jumpy, tend to gasp easily, and sometimes scream if I'm seriously scared. Who is the best storyteller you know? What do you find best about their storytelling? Is there an interesting story of theirs you'd like to share? I don't know. Do you strongly dislike (or even hate) any bands or musical artists? If so, what caused such a strong negative emotion towards them? Not for purely their music, that's just stupid, but I could certainly dislike artists for what they do as people. For example, I haven't looked into it whatsoever, so it could be a load of bull, but I know Manson recently had some sexual misconduct or assault allegations rise against him, and honestly, I'd believe it. He's one of my favorite artists (emphasis on the "art"), but definitely not high on my list of favorite people and keeps doing things that are making me lose more and more respect for him. Then there's Otep... again, one of my favorite musical artists. I agree with a good handful of her values, but she is nevertheless an absolute holier-than-thou, intolerant bitch. I don't like her as a person. Do your parents have any collections? If so, what do you think of those collections? Dad collects Cleveland Browns and Carolina Hurricanes stuff; it's all over his "mancave." I don't have an opinion on them. Do you have a favourite role of Johnny Depp's? If you don't like him, what is your favourite role of an actor you like? I'm not familiar enough with all his acting roles for this, but I know he's incredibly good at what he does. If you were in a competition to win your dream prize, and you were allowed to decide what the competition would be (trivia about your favourite band, a foot race, singing, etc.) , what would you choose and why? Uhhhh maybe facts about meerkats? Reason being it's something I'm honestly very knowledgeable about. What is your least favourite thing about the English language? Are there any other languages you prefer besides English? It breaks its own "rules" ALL the time. If I was fluent in German, then I might actually prefer it. There are many parts to the German language that make it very precise and clear what and whom you are addressing (ex., there are two different "you"s for singular and plural usage); the only real downside I see to German is the sentence structure is odd, but then again, I mean, it does encourage active listening to get all the parts of a sentence you need to understand what is being said. Would you be upset if a long-term partner confessed that they had committed a serious crime before you met? How do you think it would affect your relationship? Hm. I guess it would depend on the crime? I sure wouldn't be happy hearing they committed an as you said serious crime, but I'd have to consider if there were other red flags for danger going on, again, if it wasn't massive in my eyes. Do you enjoy watching the special features found on most DVDs? What do you usually enjoy more: the deleted scenes, the bloopers, the audio commentary, or the behind-the-scenes footage? I have to be seriously into whatever I'm watching to explore these. I do love me some bloopers, though. Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now? I had that usual "monster (or in my case, skeleton) in the closet" fear. Have you ever had a crush but then found out he’s gay? Almost positive my puppydog-love middle school bf actually is gay. I also had a crush on a closeted gay guy for a little bit that same school year. Nowadays he is so open about his sexuality and even does drag, and he's great at it! It's wonderful seeing how far he's come in his confidence. Would you ever be a porn star? What'd your name be? Oh no, hunny. Does blood make you squeamish? No. What's your favorite Pokemon? Ninetales. <3 I also have a very soft spot for Charmander, though. What was the last event to cause you any sort of heartache? My older sister got in a wreck yesterday because some impatient bitch ran a red light. She's fine but did break her clavicle and is going to be using a sling for probably a few months. It was definitely upsetting to hear about. What do you do when you like someone? I tend to get very shy around them, more than I naturally am, and smile a lot. I try to stay in contact with the person, and it's maybe a 60/40 chance I'll wait for them to make the move versus me, but I've done it. Do you mind if people just show up at your house unannounced? YEAH. Especially as someone who needs to mentally prepare for company, don't do this. Do you enjoy rain? To a degree. If it hangs around too long, it affects my depression. I LOVE going to sleep to rain pattering on the window, though. You love Jesus, yes? I don't believe he was a bad person; quite the opposite, actually, but I don't "love" him. I won't go too deep into why just because I'm not in the mood to offend people today lmao. Who’s your favorite person in the whole world? My mom. She's my rock. How many different beverages have you had in the last 24 hours? Just water and Mountain Lightning (a Mountain Dew ripoff for us poor folk, haha). Oh wait, I did have a meal replacement shake for lunch yesterday, I think? Or that might have been the day before... How many brothers does your father have? None, unless I've seriously forgotten him having one. He only has a sister, to my knowledge. What kind of camera do you use? I have a Canon EOS Rebel T6. If you could change you name, what would you change it to? I wouldn't. 25 years with a name I quite like has worked out fine. What was the last song you listened to in the car? Uhhh it was "Drugs" by Mother Mother, I think. Are you the youngest, oldest, middle, or only child? I'm the middle child between my parents. What's the best thing about the place you currently live? Hm. I would say for practicality's sake that we're very close to pretty much everything, but seeing as I enjoy long car rides... With that in mind, I'd say who our landlord is. She's a very close family friend who is very understanding of our financial position, so pretty forgiving with some things. Do you eat breakfast daily? Yessss, I need breakfast to start my day off. Can you hear anyone talking right now? No, just singing. I'm listening to Motionless In White's cover of "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers. What's your favorite flavor of ramen? I solely enjoy the spicy pork bowl by Yakisoba. I've never had another I've liked. I lived off that shit in the apartment. I guess what they say about college kids is true, haha. Never realized that. When was the last time you had a bowl of soup? What flavor? Back when I got my snake eyes tongue piercing, I tried vegetable soup only to find I didn't like it anymore. Do you have any tinned foods in your cupboard at the moment? Yeah, lots. I couldn't name 'em all, besides like, diced pineapple, corn, and beans. We always have those. What was the last food item that you tried for the first time? On Thanksgiving, I was actually brave with food for once and tried that sweet potato dish that's topped with marshmallow, and it was okay. I never liked sweet potato before, and while I couldn't eat a lot of it, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Does anyone in your family have green eyes? No. What was the name of your first ever pet? I was born into my family with a beautiful collie named Trigger, but I have zero recollection of her because she passed away from old age when I was very young. My first personal pet was either my guinea pig Squeak or Chinese water dragon Shadow (no, I have no idea why I named a green lizard that); I can't remember who came first. I adored them both. I feel so bad looking back though, I was so uninformed on how to properly care for a water dragon that she (or he, we were never sure) was, as far as correct husbandry goes, horribly taken care of and stunted from having a tank too small. I consider myself lucky she seemed to really trust me and loved being held, even sleeping on me, and she did live out her full lifespan. I was lucky; please, please, never adopt a reptile until you are properly educated on their unique care. Where was the last place you went out for lunch? What did you order? Mom bought me McDonald's a few days back because I was really craving it. I had a double cheeseburger and for once large fries, because that's what I was seriously wanting. I usually get small or medium. Where was the last place you went for an evening meal? What did you order? I feel bad and selfish for breaking my own "stay the fuck home but for emergencies" rule, but my mom, one of my sisters, and I went out to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday. I think I ate a chicken sandwich with Chipotle sauce? I actually don't remember for sure. I do however remember the cheesecake I got: some cinnamon swirl one that was fucking glorious. Oh yeah, and we had an appetizer of these pretzel ball things dipped in fondue. I ate waaaay too much, but it was a special occasion, so whatever. Have you Googled anything today? What? I ensured I spelled "clavicle" correctly. Yaaaay, I did. What do you like to eat for breakfast these days? Special K cereal, a sandwich, sometimes those pancake & sausage on a stick things I mentioned at some point in the last survey I think, or a Jimmy Dean breakfast bowl. Maybe other stuff I'm just not thinking of. Is anyone in your family a nurse? No, but I have family in the medical field. Do you like to wear lipstick? What colors do you think suit you best? Not really, no, but I will sometimes for pictures. It smudges too easily yet is also hard and annoying to get off. I only really wear black. Who was the last person to recommend a book to you? My therapist recommended a book for the whole PHP group, but I can't remember what it was. Something self-care related. Who was the last person to tease or joke around with you, in a friendly way? I wouldn't be surprised if it was Tobey, the "family friend" I mention a lot. She probably said something technically rude that she thought was an appropriate joke. Is there a jar of peanut butter in your house? Yeah, always. Does anyone you know own a tabby cat? How about a cocker spaniel? Tabbies are very common, so yes. I don't think I know anyone with a pure cocker spaniel, but my late dog's mother was one. Do you have blinds or curtains in your bedroom? What colour are they? I have those slanted blinds that you can close by pushing them upwards or downwards with a stick thing. They're white. What was the last beverage you tried for the first time? Some form of juice I wasn't a fan of. Orange and peach, I think? Who was the last person that said you were beautiful? I think a friend on Facebook when I changed my profile picture. Is/are your pet(s) fixed? My cat is neutered, but obviously my ball python isn't. Roman would mark the house like crazy before we got him fixed... but even if he didn't, we still would have done it. Please make spaying/neutering your cats and dogs a financial investment priority. If you do the research, you would marvel over the "damage" especially one fertile cat can cause. Hell, my childhood experience with cats is enough proof of that.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''somebody told me'' by motionless in white

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megaminds-destiny · 4 years

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You know that moment in a movie, where the hero has tried to defeat the villain, they have failed and now they’re all upset, feeling like they can’t do it, and later on somebody comes up and talks to them and tells them they actually are good enough, and if they try again they will get it right, ect, ect.

This is not one of those moments.

Not by a long shot... in a way it sort of looks like one, and chances are that is what DreamWorks intended it to be, but if we just get straight down to things, Megamind had absolutely every right to say what he said in this scene.

I know that here, he definitely has doubt that he could ever defeat Titan. It would be foolish to even consider that he could beat him to be honest. After knowing closely, and blowing up Metro Man unsuccessfully especially, but that is actually entirely besides the point. In reality, it’s not even about whether he could defeat Titan or not, it’s whether Roxanne even has the right to actually ask him that in the first place.

Megamind was assigned to the role of villain at birth. He did everything that he could to tear himself away from that position, and aimed to become the exact opposite. This resulted continuously in abuse and punishment. Verbally, physically, implicative, you name the method, and that’s how the message was conveyed. Now... as a child, he thought to himself that what he wanted, what he was interested in doing, becoming, was important, and he wanted to prove that he could be good. But the world beat it into him that he was not. Is was actually in fact his Destiny, that he become a villain. It was actually HIS fault that all this abuse was inflicted upon him, his fault for trying to be something that he was not meant to be. Destiny, they hit a keyword there. ‘Destined for’ had a special place in his heart, as the last words his father had ever spoken to him, and without the need for that to be communicated out loud, it was picked up on by those around him, and used to get him to do as he was told, and accept whatever happened to him, while conveniently taking away his right to speak up or defend himself about it. So as well as that, at this point it’s become a spiritual thing, where people are actually using a Divine Entity as a logic system to convince Megamind that he actually has no say in the matter. In fact, if he tried to change who he was Destined to be, it would affect the balance of the universe- there can’t be any ‘Yang with no Yin,’ and this is the way the world stays ‘Perfect and Rosy’. If he were to fight this, it would not only destroy the balance, possibly the world, and hurt other people if he succeeded, but also there was no chance that he could succeed because Destiny ultimately had the control- not Megamind. And he would suffer continuous punishment for as long as he disobeyed. This is mental manipulation, and the way you convince someone to believe things that are absurd or untrue. (Similar to a cult, or abusive parent/child relationship)

So where’s the relevance in this? It IS relevant, because this is the mindset and logic system that Megamind has been following for his entire life. Believing with all his heart that his suffering in the past was the result of his own disobedience to the universe itself, and the only way to not be punished, the only right thing to do was to be a villain, as shown. And so? He stayed a villain all his life, and did the absolute best job of it that he could. Made a life out of it. Plotted and scemed, carried out his evil plans, got caught, sent to prison, escaped and repeated the process over and over. It worked. But of course, it came with it’s fair share of cons. Isolation. He never got to have a real family, it’s up to our imagination how the prison inmates treated him as a child, but even so they aren’t there with him anymore. Rejection. A lot of it. It was just a part of being a villain. He was accepted in a way, as a brilliant bad guy, but nothing more than that. He was never given the space to actually hope that one day he could have a friend other than Minion, he could have a relationship with somebody kind to him, or a family of his own in any regard. Purposeless. In the fact that while he does have a ‘purpose’, it’s not actually up to him whether that was what he wanted to do or not. And while we already know he makes the best of it all that he possibly can (as a result of acceptance and the sheer positivity and optimism of his character) it hurts him in the way that he will never feel what freedom is like, and he will never be granted the right to choice. He’s stripped of his right to go after his dreams of being a hero.

It would be hard enough if... if say somebody actually took the time and went to the effort to explain to him the truth... it would be extremely difficult to accept that the reason he was living this way all his life against his genuine will, was because a bunch of people wanted to be assholes and push him around for no valid reason. That’s how school kids are, but nobody seems to have ever stepped in. He wasn’t doing anyone any favours, and he should have been allowed to - in fact it should have been his right as a sentient being to get the choice in how he wanted to think, behave and live his life (without hurting anybody else or taking away someone else’s freedom). The prison actually had no right to keep him hostage as a baby/child, and somebody should have been there to protect him when he was being bullied. He needed and he deserved to have somebody step in in his defence, and tell him the truth about his situation. Long ago. Not now. And not like this- as a demand, without explanation, incompatible to the logic system, without acknowledging his current pattern of thinking (where it came from and how it came about) it can’t be disregarded, because this is what he does to survive. To not be tortured, punished, or suffer consequences. To do the right thing, follow the rules, keep the city, keep Destiny happy. He is in no position where he can just drop these rules and this logic system that he follows! His hands are metaphorically tied. Roxanne has offered him no alternative thinking pattern whatsoever, the idea is not compatible. She might as well have suggested he go and throw himself off a cliff, but even that wouldn’t have held the consequence of failing the Destiny he was assigned at birth, and throwing the universe out of whack. It already felt like he had messed with the balance enough as it was.

But wait there’s more! This discussion they had just had with Metro Man, was not encouraging as the former super hero had seemed to have intended. In fact, it was about as far from encouraging as he could have possibly got. Metro Man, in Megamind’s mind had basically told them that he didn’t feel obligated to his role as the ‘Yang’. He admitted that he didn’t really care, in fact he thought that the entire thing about fighting each other was just silliness. They were just messing around. There was no Divine Power, he never felt obligated to fill his assigned role. If the universe went out of whack because he decided he’d rather mess around with a guitar instead of mess around playing hero, then somebody else should do something about it. If the Universe really needed someone to fill this empty ‘Yang’ position, then why can’t Megamind just do it. Heck, maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that somebody else became a villain and pushed Megamind out of his role. Things were at an imbalance now, but all Megamind had to do was become a hero and he done with it. Problem hecking solved. No more Metro Man needed. But wait a second just hold up there Mr Jackass sir... why was it then, that when Megamind attempted to escape his role as ‘Yin’, he got so severely punished? How actually was it, that Metro Man managed to get off Scott free? As if in Metro Man’s own words- everyone in the whole city had a choice. Except the actual person being forced into things was actually Megamind. All his life, he is not only forced into this position he never chose, but also forced to accept it, forced to believe it’s actually a good thing, told directly that what he wants doesn’t matter, and that he is not allowed to question/rebel/change his mind/quit- ever. With consequences in place, waiting for him to slip up. And along comes Metro Man who’s been given the position Megamind sees as a GIFT, where he doesn’t miss out on connection, conversation, relationships, acceptance, love, affection, validation, just people actually liking him and caring about him and the only thing he really misses out on is... a choice apparently? For Metro Man to be preaching to Megamind how unfair it was that he didn’t have a choice in being a hero, when he was the one who actually initiated the whole thing in the first place, made up all these rules and pretended that all of this stuff was fact. But the worst part is... he still didn’t tell him that. Metro Man still, didn’t tell Megamind that he ought to have a choice in the matter too.

Roxanne is a smart woman, and she’s a reporter too. I don’t think there’s any way that she doesn’t know about Megamind’s background, therefore why he thinks the way he does. (And if not she never stopped to ask him why he thinks this way) I don’t think she had the right to ask this of him, to try to defeat Titan, as a hero, when just the night before she had actively participated in being one of those people who forced him into his role by not only rejecting him, but also saying to him that he would never get the chance to change his mind about who he wants to be. Because of what he’s done, and who his is- he can never change. She is the one who told him that, and for her to have the nerve to then turn around and suggest that it is up to him to change his Destiny, when Destiny has always been the one controlling/disciplining him... it’s just not a fair thing to ask at all. Especially after everything that while they were inside, Metro Man had just told him. That had already been just a massive slap in the face, and what Roxanne said to him afterwards was ultimately just another one. He has the right to be in grief. She was surprised at him, but genuinely there was no other reactions in the bank to be had.

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idreamofplaid · 5 years

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Crossing the Line

Square Filled: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo ; Free Space for @heavenandhellbingo

Characters: Sam x Reader; Dean

Rating: Explicit

Tags: oral sex

Summary: Sam is haunted by possession and the demon blood inside him. The reader convinces him love is stronger than all that.

Word Count: 2232

Created for @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo

Dean held his chin in his hand then dragged his fingers down each side of his jaw. He shook his head in exasperation and disbelief. “He believes it, Y/N. Sam actually thinks he’s a murderer.” Dean ran his hands roughly through the longer hair on top of his head then slammed one down on he hood of the Impala before leaning back against the fender of the car.

You propped yourself against the car beside Dean and sighed deeply. “He couldn’t have killed someone in cold blood, Dean. We know that. So what is this?”

Dean shook his head again, harder this time. “I don’t know, but I’m sure the fuck going to find out.” Dean moved toward the car door and opened it. “I need to do some digging. You keep an eye on him while I’m gone?”

You answered Dean through the open car window as he shifted Baby into gear. “You know I will.”

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The promise you made to Dean was an easy one to keep, a natural promise to keep. You’d been in love with Sam since well before he came to terms with Jessica’s death. You’d shared a bed with him from time to time in those early months of his grief. You offered him comfort. Your body was soft and warm, and you could be trusted.

You’d been on several hunts with Dean since the older brother had started hunting without his father. If Dean was willing to let you ride shotgun with him, you’d passed the ultimate Winchester test. The older brother liked knowing you were there for Sam, giving him something he needed.

Time passed and your feelings for Sam grew deeper. He had nightmares about the way Jessica died. More than once you saw him cry in his sleep; and there was nothing you could do to help him. If he had only returned your feelings, maybe you could have taken some of his pain away. Love could do that. It could ease just about anything.

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You found Sam sitting on one of the motel beds. The bedspread was thin, worn in places and was a green the color of moss clinging to a rock at the side of a muddy creek. It looked as tired as Sam did. He glanced up at you briefly as you entered the room, then looked back down at his hands in his lap. “Are you sure you want to be here?”

You sat sown next to him on the sagging mattress and took his large hands in yours, turning him slightly to face you then you rubbed his knuckles with your thumbs speaking to him in the soothing voice you’d used so many times before. “Sam, you didn’t kill anybody.”

He pulled his hands away from you and let them fall back into his lap slow and easy. “I did, Y/N. You saw the video. His eyes fixed on yours.” I drained the life out of that man. He’s not breathing anymore because of me. He had a family.” Sam dropped his head again.

He tried to get up and turn away, but you stopped him by grabbing one of his wrists with your hand and putting your other on his cheek so you could turn his face toward you. Tears were in his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall.

You’d seen that stubborn, determined, and haunted look in his eyes before. Sam had had plenty of reason to cry, but sometimes you felt he wouldn’t let himself because he believed he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to release his own emotions but that he should instead suffer with them in silence.

There was only one time Sam released any of that emotion pent up inside him, one time he’d allow cracks in that wall he’d put up around himself. It had such a strong façade that to the outside observer it appeared Sam was completely together without anything haunting him whatsoever. That was during sex. It was the time you could show him what he meant to you without any words, the only time you could cross a line of your own.

You covered his mouth with yours, starting with a gentle kiss. Between those kisses, you breathed against his lips, took his breath into you, and told him everything short of “I love you.”

Your fingers were buried in his hair combing through it and marveling at how it could be so soft. “You’re a good man, Sam. I know it.” You moved your hand to the waistband of his jeans and began to unfasten them while you continued to talk. “You didn’t hurt anyone, because you wouldn’t.” You had freed his cock and now wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to stroke it.

He was rock hard when you let go of him long enough to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. You rubbed your hands down the thin cotton fabric of his t-shirt; the muscles in his chest and stomach were firm, and you smiled at him as you sank to your knees and took the end of his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, and when you dropped your head down to take him deeper in your mouth it was Sam’s fingers that went into your hair.

You bobbed your head until Sam took over, grasping our hair between his fingers and moving our head on his cock while he thrust deep into your throat. You took as much of him as you could and stroked the base of his cock that wouldn’t fit into our mouth. After several more thrusts, his body tensed; and he came spurting hot streams of his release into your mouth.

Sam lay back on the bed and propped himself on his elbows. He panted for a few seconds catching his breath then sat up and pulled you against his chest, holding you there tightly, and resting his chin on top of your head.

He was holding you so close then, without warning, let go of you. “How can you let me touch you, Y/N? How?” When he looked at you, his eyes were still slightly glazed from the orgasm you’d just given him. “I’m full of demon blood. You don’t know I haven’t done something awful. You don’t know that I won’t again. Even if I haven’t, what’s going to stop it? What’s going to stop me from becoming evil? What’s going to stop me from hurting you?”

The taste of Sam was still salty on your tongue, and you were still positioned on the floor between his legs. You eased his socks from his feet and pulled his jeans down along with his boxers, never breaking eye contact with him. “You will Sam. That’s not who you are, and it’s never who you’ll be.” You kissed from his knee along the outside of his thigh to his hipbone.

You removed your own jeans leaving yourself in only your tank top and panties. Then you sat on the bed and scooted toward the middle taking Sam’s hand and pulling him along with you. Once the two of you were settled under the covers, you lay your head on Sam’s chest where you could hear his heart. Your fingertips traced softly along his forearm, over his bicep and back down again. You kept doing this until his breathing slowed, and you knew he was sleeping.

He was peaceful like this, and the thoughts running through your mind brought you comfort and unsettled you at the same time. Sam let you be close to him. Even when he pushed Dean away, he allowed you to be close to him. What if that stopped? He would push you away too if he thought it would protect you.

“Y/N.” Sam called your name in his sleep. You softly kissed his shoulder, and Sam quieted. Brushing his hair back from his face, you kissed his forehead before laying your cheek back on his chest. His skin was warm, his smell familiar.

Still sleeping, Sam shifted. You moved with him, and he circled his arm around your waist. You tucked your head under his chin and whispered, “I love you, Sam.” For a minute, you thought about taking off the clothes you were still wearing so you could feel your bare skin next to his. That always made you feel closer to him. When there was nothing between you physically, it seemed more like there was nothing between you at all, and that was what you truly wanted. Fearing that your movement might wake him, you decided against it.

Sleep overtook you, and you dreamed with your head on Sam’s shoulder. Your dreams were filled with beautiful dimpled smiles. There were no monsters and no demon blood, just a happy Sam. In your dreams, he told you he loved you before he leaned down to kiss you.

Before his lips could touch yours, you were ripped from your dream by a pounding sound on the door. Dean’s voice called loudly from the other side. “Y/N, you need to get out of there.” It was the sound of his foot kicking the door.

It was going to break soon. Dean had plenty of practice kicking in doors. You scrambled from the bed and grabbed for Sam’s flannel that was still on the floor. You wrapped it around you and managed to fasten a couple of the buttons before Dean came bursting through the door.

He was next to you in an instant, pulling your arm to get you away from the bed and yelling, “Y/N, you have to get out of here. That isn’t Sam! He’s possessed.”

You could hear the commotion of Sam grabbing at the sheets on the behind you. You tried to release yourself from the hold Dean had on you. “He’s not, Dean. That is Sam.”

“Meg’s been possessing him this whole time, Y/N. She wants to destroy him and having him hurt you would be a great way to do it.” You started to struggled to get away from him, but Dean held tight and reached for a flask of holy water inside his jacket. He opened the cap with his teeth. “Just watch.”

The sheet had slipped around Sam’s waist, but his chest was exposed. Dean splashed a generous amount of the contents of the flask on his brother. Nothing happened. You angrily snatched your arm from Dean. “I told you it was him.”

Dean’s mouth fell open ever so slightly; he looked from you to Sam and back to you finally noticing that Sam was wearing nothing, and you were wearing his shirt. “I tortured three demons. All of them said Meg was possessing Sam.”

You sat back on the bed next to Sam who now looked ashamed and confused. “Well, he isn’t now.”

Dean found the cap and closed his flask knowing better than to challenge the flash in your eyes. He secured it back in his jacket, took a long look at you and quietly said, “She isn’t done with him.” Then he left.

It was so still in the room you could hear the leaky faucet in the bathroom sink dripping. You took off Sam’s shirt and used it to dry his face and chest. He didn’t say anything but wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your hair. You sat there while he held you, the sound of the faucet replaced by the sound of his breathing.

When Sam let go of you, his eyes had that soft and haunted look in them. “Dean’s right. I could hurt you. Just because I’m not possessed now, it doesn’t mean I won’t be again or that I won’t turn into a full on demon. Maybe that’s what the blood does.” He shook his head causing his hair to fall in his eyes. “I can’t let myself hurt you, Y/N.”

“Sam, you are not going to hurt me.” You tried to touch his cheek, but he pulled away. That wasn’t something you were going to accept. You reached for him again, and this time he let you touch him. “We’ll deal with it, Sam.”

His forehead wrinkled, and his eyes became focused and intense turning darker, almost brown. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you.” It had never occurred to you that he would say it first, and you were temporarily frozen with the shock of it. “I do. I love you.”

When you could move again, you also found your voice. “Sam, it’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.” You smiled. “Because I love you too, and there’s no way I’m leaving you alone with this.”

Sam kissed you then with a desperate and sweet passion. His tongue tangled around yours, and his hand held your cheek. Your world shifted when Sam made love to you. His touch was tender as he undressed you. He kept you on his lap so he could look into your eyes while he moved inside you. You climaxed together in a body shaking double orgasm that left you collapsing into each other.

Sam lifted you from his now soft member and lay you down gently in bed, taking his place beside you. He pulled the over you, and you settled into his arms. There were no words. You didn’t need any.

Forevers: @bitterstar88 @coffee-obsessed-writer @timelordy-fangirl2 @stusbunker @girl-next-door-writes @mariekoukie6661 @sandlee44 @cosicas-cuquis @ohnowin-chester @waywardbaby @oldfreakything @akhuna01 @tumbler-tidbits @maddiepants @evansrogerskitten @sorenmarie87 @ladywinchester1967 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @sea040561 @atc74 @mrs-meghan-winchester @ladycynthia @brinkofinsanity77645 @dean-winchesters-bacon

Forever Sam: @sammyimpala-67 @crashdevlin @theladydetective @logical-princey @zombiewerewolfqueen @fandom-princess-forevermore @heycasbutt @idabbleincrazy @a-mess-of-many-fandoms @rebelminxy @peridottea91 @mereka18 @deansyahtzee @saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester @onethirstyunicorn @unabashedsoul97 @princessmisery666 @invisibledevour @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @arwenadreamer @fullmooner @waywardwilled @ketchacabra @taylasara @wendibird @littlemiddlefoxbabe @mtngirlforever @focusonspn @kickingitwithkirk @dreamsfrozenincandyland @keymology @daisymoder72 @mymysosa @spnxbsessed @wingledsam @alleiradayne @princessofthefandomrealm @that67chevy @volleyballer519 @buckyscrystalqueen @autumninavonlea @muggle394 @ballistic-bailey

#spnkinkbingo #heavenandhellbingo #sam angst #sam smut #sam fluff #sam x reader

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Tips on Having an Aesthetically Pleasing and Original Blog

I've been noticing a lot of copy cat witch blogs, so I want to give some tips I have learned and give you some insight!

When I first went on Tumblr back in 2010, I would look at popular blogs and take bits and pieces of what I liked from them to make my own. I was a copy cat blog. After doing lots of follow-for-follow and posting random pictures, I reached four thousand followers, but they weren’t real followers who followed me because they genuinely liked me. It made me feel miserable and I had no idea how my blog was so stagnant. It made me feel left out. Fast forward to 2017, and I come home from working at Peet’s Coffee and I sit down, upset. It was October and I had been working with catty girls who had no spirituality whatsoever all week. I was being bullied by them for being goth/getting frequent compliments from customers. I opened Tumblr and said “Fuck it. This is going to be a blog for me and if it looks stupid, oh well.” So I created @diamondrosegalaxy, and I pushed together my two favorite things. Astronomy, a goth aesthetic, and crystal witchcraft. I didn’t care that it would be different and I could possibly get criticism for including space in my craft since I have never seen anybody do it before. I wanted to look at it to calm my anxiety on my breaks at work. I was posting my own content and reblogging whatever I thought was cool, no matter how many notes it had. I have so many restrictions on that blog to hopefully not trigger myself. I wanted to keep my blog safe, and now that I get to share it with all of these people, I want to make everyone else feel safe by knowing my aesthetic is changing yet the rules are always the same. No pics of drugs, people, hard interior, bright pictures, etc. I wanted to give you tips on how to be your own big blog instead of copying other more currently successful blogs. It is like the knockoff brand of frosted flakes, and everyone knows it. I am a visual artist, and I am going to give you some advice on how to create a blog that is cute, yet the real YOU.

-URL: Pick anything you want, don't worry about followers. The most popular blogs are sometimes jibberish.

-Profile pic: Highly contrasted or filtered pictures are preferred since your icon is so small. People may not see the details that you do.

-Header image: I suggest using a horizontal photo. This has to match with the color of your blog, otherwise, it will clash and will be unappealing to the eye. You don't need to pick the exact color, just make sure it goes with it to make it flow. Your blog is an art piece, not just any collage.

-Header Gif: Gifs are a great way to capture someone's attention, though sometimes they can be a bit intense. Yes, I will see your blog, but will I follow it just because my attention has been drawn to it? No. Most of the time, I see lots of blogs with unmatching flashing low-quality gif header images. That's great if you have a psychedelic blog or something intentionally annoying, but picking something that flows in a loop looks SO. MUCH. BETTER. Choppy flashing images can give some people anxiety.

-Description: This is probably the most important part. This is one of the first things someone sees other than your three popular posts. If you search for your blog, you should type in your description. There are keywords that are in there, so choose them wisely.

-Color: So color is tricky because you can set any color you want to your main page, but what other users will see when your Tumblr pops up could be a completely different shade that does NOT match your profile pic or header image. You can check the color of your blog by searching keywords (like your description) and scrolling through suggested blogs until you see yours. (it's there, I promise. You need to use the right tags! You can even follow yourself.) Once you figure out what shade your blog appears to be, you can alter the shade of your blog to hopefully change your outward appearance to a lighter or darker tint. This is the difficult part. You need to make sure that BOTH of these colors (the one that appears to others and the one that appears on your home page) match BOTH the inside and outside of your blog.

-Content: I think that there should be a theme, personally. You don't need one, but a lot of popular blogs are themed and aesthetically pleasing for a reason. I created many blogs because even though I may really like something, if it doesn't match my aesthetic, I don't reblog. Keeping a theme and scrolling through your blog to see if there aren't any posts that stick out is a good way to have an aesthetically pleasing blog.

-Posts: I suggest posting a lot and posting frequently. If you post your own content, your blog becomes yours. You aren't only reblogging other peoples content anymore. I suggest posting CLEAR and high-quality pictures. You can take clear pictures by having a good light source.

-Asks: For asks you can put a TON of hashtags and do something like "free tarot readings" or "Paranormal asks". When I started out I still got asks before I got a lot of followers. If you want someone to ask you questions, it needs to be about THEM at first. If you aren't popular and are not interacting with your followers, the chances of someone asking you a lot of questions about yourself is pretty low. It isn't because you aren't great, it is because they don't know you. Interaction is important!

-Interactions: Commenting positive things, reblogging content with only a few notes, and engaging in asks and conversations is a great way to build a community!

When you stop making and doing things for other people, you start to create something special. When you let go of the ego, accept yourself, create out of joy, and implement aesthetically pleasing tools, you will always have a beautiful and original blog.

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otg2012 · 4 years

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Worth the Fight | After finding out that he's pregnant, Stiles goes to see Jackson to fix it but things don't go as smoothly as he hoped.

DAY 2 @jacksonwhittemoreweek | Stiles/Jackson | AO3 | This part continues “When the Fire in Your Heart Is Replaced with Doubt”

“If you do...” Jackson continues, “if that’s the case, it won’t happen again… so… simply—”

“Fine! I do, okay? I regret it.” The moment Stiles utters those words, he actually regrets the way it sounds. It happens too many times… somehow his mouth works faster than his brain and the consequences are usually on the negative side more times than not. It’s a second but he sees the fleeting pain on Jackson’s face and he swears he could actually feel it in his own body somehow… it is the strangest feeling.

Jackson takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, I asked you and you answered. I appreciate the honesty but I just,” Jackson shrugs, “I don’t get it… That’s not…” What did he expect to hear? What did it feel like to him? Why the fuck does it hurt to hear that answer?

“Okay, let me get this straight. You came all the way here to tell me that you regret what happened between us?” Jackson frowns. “Wow, thanks. That’s so nice of you… but honestly, a text would have been enough.”

“No, shit...” Stiles shakes his head. “That’s not why I came here. I came to tell you that…” Stiles hesitates, avoiding Jackson’s gaze.

“I came to give this,” Stiles shows him the small folder in his left hand and gives it to Jackson who takes it with curiosity.

“What’s this?” Jackson asks as he opens it.

“I need you to sign it. So, just sign it and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“It’s… an abortion consent form?” Jackson says, raising his eyebrows. “What? Wait a minute?—Are you pregnant?”

“No, I just love spending my free time requesting documents online so that I can print them and bring them to you. Yeah, especially the part where I have to come here, after not talking to you for three weeks, and ask you to sign it as fast as you possibly can so that I can forget that this ever happened and go on with my life.”

“How long have you known?” Jackson furrows his brow.

“What does it matter?” Stiles shrugs.

“It matters to me!” Jackson waves his arms, getting angrier and angrier as he thinks about it. “You should have told me the moment you found out—I can’t believe this shit.”

“I thought you were avoiding me!” Stiles says defensively. “Your behavior after that night wasn't the most inviting to make me want to share the news with you… and besides, I knew we’d agree on this, so I didn’t see the urgency, you know?”

“That we’d agree? Are you talking about this?” Jackson holds the page high between them, leaving the folder on his desk behind him. “You expected me to agree to this? And you didn’t even bother to ask me what I thought before talking to whoever it is that you talked to?”

“Well, there hasn’t really been much talking to anybody and you don’t want to be a father any more than I do, so yeah, I thought we’d be on the same page,” Stiles shrugs.

“Okay, so you didn’t tell me because you assumed that I’d automatically sign this without a second thought,” Jackson shakes his head with disbelief.

“Unbelievable, Stilinski… you’re… wow...”

That feels wrong. The way Jackson pronounces his surname instead of his name feels utterly wrong. It always has.

“But we agree, don’t we?" Stiles opens his arms wide. "This has to be done, so the sooner we do it, the sooner we can forget about it.”

“Forget about it?” Jackson frowns. “You think I can forget I’ve helped to end a life -my son’s life!- that easily?”

“I never said it would be easy but it needs to be done because I can’t have a baby and I thought you wouldn’t want that in your life at this moment either…” Stiles says, waving his arms. “Like… are you seriously telling me that you can be a father right now? You’re a full-time student who lives with his parents! You aren’t any more ready than I am, for god’s sake!”

“You don’t know the first thing about me.” Jackson snorts. “You think you have me all figured out but the truth is that you have no idea who I am.”

“That’s not true,” Stiles shakes his head, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. You think I’m this spoiled adopted kid who has no principles or worries whatsoever. You think I don’t feel responsible for anything or anyone and I don’t give a shit if someone I had sex with gets pregnant." Jackson snorts, shaking his head with a wry smile. "You thought you’d give me those papers and I’d sign them without a second thought. That’s the kind of alpha that you think I am.” Sarcasm drops in every word.

“I’ve never accused you of any of those things. I wouldn’t—”

“You don’t need to! This,” Jackson waves the form in his hand before squeezing it with both hands, making a ball with it and throwing it to Stiles who sees it falling to the floor after hitting his chest, “says everything you think about me.”

“Jackson—”

“Why the fuck did you do it if that’s what you think about me? I thought you liked me,” Jackson huffs a laugh. That statement sounds so stupid right now.

“I do like you… I’ve always—”

“Sure, on the outside. You like how I look, right? It’s the only reason why you’re attracted to me. So you thought I was a great option for your first time. But now that you’re pregnant, you’ve had to admit to yourself that you don’t really like me enough to be the father of your kid and you’re here asking me to get rid of him.”

“No. This has nothing to do with you. This is really not about you and if I like you or not—This is about us not being ready to have a kid right now—”

“That’s just it! You can’t just assume things like that for me. You should have asked me but of course, for that to happen, you had to tell me the news first, which is something that you didn’t bother to do either.”

“God, you’re infuriating!” Stiles shakes his head.

“Sure, I am… because I’m not telling you what you want to hear.”

“Please, don’t do this,” Stiles is starting to feel helpless and if he has to beg, he’s actually ready to do it. He just wants that fucking signature and to get out of there. “The last thing I wanted was to fight with you.”

“You didn’t want to fight? Well, I think this is really worth the fight... since obviously, there’s no discussion with you… No fucking dialogue—” Jackson shakes his head.

“Dialogue? What’s there to talk about? Do you want me to have no future? Because yeah, if that’s what you want for me, we can discuss it for hours on end, but that’s not what I thought that you’d want for me. Even if I’m nothing to you, I thought we were friends and I thought you’d at least give a shit about what I want for my future. I thought you’d offer me a chance to decide what I want to do with my life.”

“Sure, and I don’t deserve the same chance? You’re not offering me anything… Where's my opportunity?”

“What opportunity? You can’t compare your situation to mine!” Stiles opens his arms wide.

“The opportunity to at least think about it! Think about what I want!” Jackson sighs. “Can we at least talk about it like adults?”

“Jackson…” Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I want it done. And I want it out. That’s all I want.”

“You know… Maybe you’re right… Maybe you can’t have a kid if you can’t even have a mature discussion about this.”

“Jackson, it is my fucking body, you know? How can you say that you support omegas’ rights and then say all this shit about—”

“Because I wouldn’t be here if my biological parents had done what you want to do. And my parents wouldn’t have had a son if they hadn’t adopted me… and they would kill me if they found out that I allowed you to do this. You've met my parents. You know them… and you should already know that.”

#JAW2020 #stackson #stiles x jackson #stacksonweek2020 #throw your weight on me

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sunriserose1023 · 5 years

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Unexpected (9)

WORD COUNT: 4608 WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: THIS IS AN AU; unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, language, angst, fluff, sexual content, pregnant sex, flashbacks, medical descriptions/procedures, emotional crap; more warnings will be added as the series progresses.

Masterlist Read this story on Ao3 HERE.

The One With A Whole Lotta Lovin’

You made your way into Pepper’s apartment, giving her and Christine a smile. You walked to the refrigerator and Christine huffed out a breath. You turned back to face her, catching her eye roll.

“What?” “Oh, like you don’t know.”

You blinked, and Pepper hid her smile behind her coffee cup. You shook your head, then looked to your sister, and Pepper shrugged a shoulder.

“She’s jealous.” “Damn right I’m jealous. I come here and the place reeks of sex—“ “Oh, it does not.”

Christine ignored Pepper and continued her tirade.

“And then you come walking in with those pink cheeks and bright eyes. And that’s after we see Steve leaving down the hall, whistling for God’s sake, that loose-hipped walk of a man who clearly just had his brain sucked out of his—“ “Christine!”

After you and Pepper chastised her at the same time, Christine looked from one to the other, then rolled her eyes.

“A man who had a very good morning, all right?”

You bit your lip, but smiled anyway. Christine groaned, then laid her head on the table.

“I miss sex.”

You smiled at Pepper, who just shrugged again and took a sip of her coffee. You sat across from Christine and tapped on the table.

“I have a question for you.”

Christine lifted her head and Pepper came to sit at the table with you. You sighed, then spoke softly.

“So I’m finally starting to feel … somewhat normal again. Like, I actually want some food and I have a little spark of energy. But there’s also …”

You made a face and Christine raised an eyebrow, shaking her head.

“Also what?”

You pressed your lips together, then leaned forward.

“I can’t put into words how horny I am.”

Pepper’s mouth dropped open as Christine snorted, then fell into laughter. You rolled your eyes and Christine shook her head.

“So my description of ol’ Steve-o this morning?” “Hit the nail on the head.”

Christine laughed some more and you shook your head.

“No, I mean … this is a problem.” “How?!” “It’s all I can think about!”

You shook your head again.

“And as soon as … you know, I’m ready to go again. I’m afraid I’m going to kill him.”

Pepper laughed with Christine this time, and you huffed out a breath.

“I’m so serious. I’m honestly worried that I’m going to get fired because all I can think about is Steve.”

You held up a finger.

“And that’s another part of it. It’s not that I want to sleep with any guy I bump into on the street. It’s just Steve.” “Thank goodness, because I’ve gotten possessive in my married state.”

Pepper smiled as Christine made a gagging noise and you laughed. Pepper shrugged her shoulders, sipping her coffee again as Christine sighed, then spoke.

“From a medical standpoint, this is normal. You’re almost four months in, right?”

You nodded.

“Fifteen weeks.”

Christine nodded.

“There’s a hormone surge or something that hits and it has a tendency to make a pregnant girl a little randy.” “A little?”

You and Pepper smiled at each other after you spoke at the same time. Christine shrugged.

“Ride that pony while you can, girl. Pun intended.”

Pepper groaned, but you smiled. Christine smiled, tapping her fingers on the table before she leaned forward.

“Okay, since we're having Share Time, there’s something I’m dying to know.”

You raised an eyebrow and she leaned in closer to you.

“When you and Steve got yourselves into this little mess…”

You rolled your eyes and she bit her lip before finishing her thought.

“Regular or Magnum?”

Your mouth dropped open as Pepper barked out a laugh. You shook your head, feeling your cheeks begin to warm.

“I’m not discussing this with you.” “Oh, come on, Y/N! I won’t tell!”

You looked to Pepper, who lifted her shoulders, and you shook your head.

“Seriously?” “It’s a perfectly natural curiosity.”

You looked up at the ceiling, letting out a breath. Christine shrugged, holding out her hands.

“I just … I mean, are we talking about a little Tootsie Roll or is it a Fruit by the Foot? A girl’s got to know.”

You laughed, meeting her eyes. She looked so hopeful, pleading, and you kept her gaze, then gave her a wink. Her mouth dropped open, and she turned to Pepper.

“I knew it!” “Have you seen him?” “He’s proportional, isn’t he?”

You closed your eyes, a wide smile on your face.

“And the best part is, he knows what to do with it.”

Christine threw her arms out as she leaned back in her chair, and you and Pepper laughed. Christine turned to Pepper.

“Your turn.”

Pepper gave a laugh, holding up her hands.

“I have no complaints whatsoever.” “You bitches.”

You and Pepper laughed again, and Christine shook her head.

“I need new friends. New celibate friends.” “Then I am afraid you’ve come to the wrong place, honey.”

Christine shook her head and you smiled as you leaned back in your chair. Pepper stood up, walking towards her stove.

“Anybody want a bagel?”

Christine shook her head, but you nodded.

“That sounds good.”

Pepper and Christine blinked, but Pepper quickly tossed a bagel into her toaster. She pulled a tub of cream cheese out of the fridge and set it on the table and you made a face.

“Uh oh. You okay?”

You met Christine’s eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just …” “What?” “You know what sounds really good?”

Christine shook her head.

“Mixing mustard with that cream cheese.” “What?”

You shrugged, and Christine made a disgusted face. Pepper shook her head, but took the mustard out of the fridge and set in front of you on the table. You grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and a fork and sat down, creating a suitable mixture and spreading it on the bagel half Pepper set in front of you. She and Christine watched you, and when you took a bite, then sighed in pleasure, they both shook their heads.

“Oh my god.” “That’s disgusting.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you took another bite.

“I haven’t been able to eat for almost three weeks and now I’m eating crazy shit. Whatever. I’d try to care, but this is so good.”

Christine closed her eyes as she shook her head, looking away.

“Hey, Pep. Can I have the other half, too?” “Help yourself, weirdo.”

Steve stepped into the apartment, dropping his bag by the door and yawning. He rolled his neck, lifting a hand to rub at it as he walked to your room. He gave a quiet knock, pushing the door open to find you curled up on the bed reading. Both of you smiled when you looked up and met his eyes.

“Hey, you.”

Steve stepped into your room and shut the door behind him.

“Hey back.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. You gave a soft sigh, rolling onto your back as he climbed onto the bed with you. Your hands slid up and down his thick arms as the kiss quickly heated, and Steve finally leaned back to look down at you.

“You okay?”

You groaned, letting your arms fall to the bed. He smiled, moving to lay a hand on your hip.

“What is it?”

He sat up and you moved to do the same. You sighed, pushing a hand through your hair. Steve reached to take your hand and you blew out a breath.

“Talk to me, pretty girl. What’s up?” “It’s one of the … ‘side effect’ isn’t the right word, but it fits.” “Side effect of what?” “This week, month, whatever of pregnancy.” “Okay…? You’ve got to give me another hint, babe. I’m not following you.”

You looked down where his hand was holding yours.

“There’s a hormone surge that … is making me …”

Steve smiled, lips spreading apart to show his teeth.

“Making you what, babe?” “Don’t.”

You smiled, face heating. Steve leaned closer.

“Come on, sweetheart. Making you what?” “Horny, Steve. I’m so horny all the time. All I want to do is just … you.”

He threw his head back and laughed, moving a hand to clutch his chest, and you glared at him. He shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze, smiling widely at you.

“Is that a problem?” “I can’t focus on anything. All I think about is sex all the time.” “Well, I’m more than willing to help take your mind off of that.”

You met his eyes, and he reached over, laying his hand against your cheek. You gave a shaky sigh and he leaned in closer.

“Believe me when I say that I am one hundred percent here for this particular side effect.”

He kissed you once and you looked down at your lap when he moved back.

“I just don’t want you to think … never mind.” “What, that you’re using me for sex?”

Your eyes widened as you leaned away from him and he gave a soft laugh.

“Y/N, you can use me all you want. But don’t ever believe that I am anything other than a more than willing participant here.” “You’re not just saying that so I won’t cry, are you?” “Let me tell you a little something about the male species.”

You laughed, moving to sit on your knees, beginning to unbutton Steve’s shirt. He swallowed, watching your hands slowly pop the buttons free. When you reached the middle of his chest, you looked up and met his eyes, the blue quickly burning away as his pupils dilated.

“Weren’t you going to tell me something?”

He shook his head, and you smiled.

“Well, I have something to tell you.”

You went back to freeing his buttons, smiling at the thought of his shirt breathing a sigh of relief at no longer having to be stretched over his broad shoulders.

“Ye—yeah?”

You nodded as you pulled his shirt free from his jeans and finished with the buttons. You gently pushed his shoulder until he laid back, bare chest in view, shirt still clinging to his wide shoulders. Steve’s breath caught in his throat as your hands went to the button on his jeans.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut as you popped the button on his jeans, fingers slipping under the waistband to hold as you slid the zipper down, brushing against the trail of hair low on his stomach. He gave a soft groan and you smiled.

“You okay, Stevie?” “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

You shifted to press your thighs together, then nodded. With his jeans undone, you moved to stand beside the bed, tugging the jeans down his thighs. You dropped them to the floor and looked down at him, at the arousal evident in his boxers and through the hitched breaths he kept breathing, how his chest quickly rose and fell, the way his eyes were screwed shut. You moved over him, putting your mouth at his ear.

“You’re going to want to watch this.”

His eyes flew open as you moved to stand beside the bed again, pulling your shirt over your head and shaking your hair out. Steve gave a quiet moan when your swollen breasts came into view, barely encased in the bra you had on. He cleared his throat, voice hoarse when he spoke.

“Got to say, I’m loving this particular side effect.”

You rolled your eyes as you shimmied the lounge shorts off your hips. Steve swallowed again and you tilted your head as you looked at him and smiled.

“You okay, big guy?” “Y/N, if you don’t get over here right now…”

You smiled, but made your way to the bed. You gasped when his hands shot out to take hold of you, switching your positions until you were flat on your back and he was looking down at you. You shook your head, surging up to press your lips to his. When he kissed you back, you gave a quiet moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

You were lying on your back, staring up at the ceiling, one hand in your hair and the other slung over Steve’s arm. He was lying on his back beside you, also staring up at the ceiling, one leg hanging off the bed, both of you breathing hard. He shook his head, exhaling in a huff.

“Every time. How is it that … explosive every time?”

You shook your head and he groaned as he rolled to look into your eyes. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Another side effect?” “I don’t think so, because—“

He stopped himself from saying anything, and you lifted a shaky hand to touch his face.

“What?”

He sighed, taking your hand from his cheek and kissing your palm before holding your hand in his.

“I remember it being like this the first time.”

You blinked, but smiled.

“Oh, yeah. That … it was really good.” “Y/N, it was more than good.” “Now you see why I want to do it all the time?”

Steve laughed, lying back and groaning again. He pulled you to his side and you turned to put your face in his chest.

“You’re so warm.” “Are you cold?”

He moved to grab the covers on your bed, tugging them up over the two of you. You gave a content sigh, shivering when Steve’s fingers danced up and down your spine. You burrowed closer to him and closed your eyes, and Steve pressed his lips to your temple before resting his head atop yours.

You woke up in the middle of the night with a start, eyes flying open and breath coming quickly from your lungs. You gingerly moved the covers off of your overheated body and slid from the bed, not trusting your legs to stand and sitting on the floor instead.

You wrapped your arms around your naked torso and rocked back and forth, squeezing your eyes closed and murmuring softly to yourself.

Just a dream.

You’re okay.

Steve’s right there.

You opened your eyes, shifting onto your knees and looking up at the bed. Steve was on his stomach, holding a pillow in his thick arms. The covers were down around his waist, barely concealing his ass while giving you a perfect view of his muscular back.

You bit your bottom lip, watching him sleep for a moment. You opened your mouth, then closed it, shaking your head as you tried to swallow on a dry throat. You took another breath, then spoke softly.

“Steve?”

He didn’t answer, so you spoke again, just a bit louder.

“Steve?” “Hmm.” “Are you awake?” “Mm-hmm.”

You licked your lips, softly calling his name again. He lifted his head, running a hand over his face and looking over his shoulder. When he noticed that you weren’t lying beside him, he sat up.

“Y/N?” “Hey.”

He met your eyes, lifting a hand to rub at his own.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded.

“What are you doing on the floor?” “I had a … bad dream and I … I don’t know.”

You looked around the room, eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. Steve shifted in the bed, laying across it, resting his chin on his hands.

“What is it?”

You shook your head and he reached a hand down to touch your head. You shivered at the touch and he spoke softly.

“Come back to bed with me.”

The words he whispered tucked themselves in your heart and you nodded, taking the hand he offered and holding it tightly as you stood up and slipped back under the covers. You rolled to him before your head hit the pillow, holding onto him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you, gently rubbing his big hand over your back.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

You put your face in his neck, the beard on his cheeks and chin tickling your forehead. You moved a hand to touch the other side of his face and he stared at the ceiling.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and he smiled.

“Might help.” “I don’t want to think about it at all.” “That bad?”

You didn’t answer him, just tightened your hold a bit. Steve turned his head to kiss your temple and you lifted your head to look into his eyes. He moved a hand to thumb away a tear from your cheek and you leaned in, gently laying your lips to his.

Steve’s hands stilled on your back, just holding you against him as the two of you kissed. You moved both hands to hold his face, scratching your nails through his beard. You broke the kiss to look at him, staring into his eyes while in the safety of his arms. You shook your head, leaning closer to him, whispering against his lips.

“Make me forget.”

Steve nodded, rolling you to your back and hovering over you. You stared up at him as he leaned down, your eyes drifting closed as his lips touched your cheek, then down to your neck. You let your head fall back against the pillows as your hands moved to his shoulders, fingers dancing over the rippling muscles.

Steve continued his journey across your collarbones, both of you moaning when one hand moved to cup the breast his lips weren’t touching, fingers gently plucking at your nipple. He was so careful with his touches and kisses, but it was everything to you.

He stared up at you as he laid a hand against your stomach, and your eyes never left his when he bent his head and pressed his lips just under your navel. You closed your eyes and turned your face towards the pillow, and he pushed himself up to kiss your lips once more.

You spread your legs at Steve’s gentle urging, staring at the ceiling as you felt his fingers tenderly slip between your legs.

“God, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a gasp and moaning as you felt Steve’s tongue slowly slip between your lips. One of your hands shot down to tangle in his hair, and you jolted at the feel of his chuckle against your damp skin.

“Hold on tight, baby.”

You tried to clench your teeth together to hold back the moan, but it slipped through your lips anyway. You gasped and whispered his name, and Steve’s talented lips and tongue ignited a fire deep inside you. When one of his fingers slid into you at the same time that he took hold of one of your legs and pushed it back, opening you wider, you let your other hand come down to his head, carding through his hair, but holding him right where you needed him.

You felt your breath come quicker, and you opened your mouth, unable to speak or do anything but jerk as your vision whited out, as every muscle in your body tightened almost painfully before releasing in a rush of pleasure.

You blinked your eyes open when Steve’s lips danced over your neck and cheek. You turned your head and met his eyes, smiling when he smiled at you before lowering his head and kissing you. You shivered when his lips were at your ear, his voice deeper than normal when he whispered.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need.” “You.”

He lifted his head and you moved your hands to grip his arms.

“I just need you.”

You watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed, nodding before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved to lay down beside you and you shifted, moving over him to straddle his hips. He lifted his hands and you held them, the two of you maneuvering around together until he slipped inside.

You both went still, Steve staring up at you as you threw your head back, barely even breathing as you adjusted to the heavy weight of him inside you. His voice was hoarse as he whispered to you.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

You moaned and slowly slid forward, biting your lip when you slid back. Steve let out a grunt when you did it again, and you nodded when his hands came to hold you at your sides. You let your head fall back, moaning his name as you began to ride him.

“Steve. Oh, god.” “Yes, baby.”

You shook your head and looked down at him, gripping his hands tightly, dropping one to brace against his chest, making him hiss when you dug your nails into his skin.

Steve closed his eyes and bared his teeth as you slowly moved your hips back and forth. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping at the feeling of sparks flying through your body. Steve began rolling his hips, meeting your movements, and you sobbed out a breath, moaning his name when his hand moved to cup one of your breasts, gently pinching your nipple.

“Come on, baby.”

You shook your head, letting go of his other hand to brace both of yours against his chest. He let that hand come to your other breast and you moaned again. They’d been so sore lately, even taking a shower was painful. But in Steve’s hands … you’d never felt so good.

You felt the sparks begin to catch fire, making you move just a bit faster. Steve nodded, grunting as he tried to keep up with you.

“Steve.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard you. He nodded, speaking just as softly.

“I got you, baby.”

You threw your head back, gasping when Steve thrust his hips up, jolting forwards when he did it again, feeling an eruption deep inside as it felt like lightning shot through your veins. You vaguely registered Steve moaning your name, but feeling him sent you into another orgasm, this one seeming like it would last forever, until you collapsed onto Steve’s heaving chest.

He blinked wide eyes, running a hand down his face. His hand was shaking as he moved it to rest against your back.

“Holy ... shit.”

You nodded, moaning softly when you forced yourself to move where you were laying on top of him, head resting on his shoulder. He moved his heavy arms to wrap them around you, holding you close, making you give a happy sigh when his warmth began soaking into your skin.

You froze when there was a knock at the door. Steve rolled his head to look at the door and you gave a soft groan as a voice sounded from the other side.

“It's me. Cover up.” “Just … just a minute.”

Steve groaned as he grabbed the covers and tossed them over the two of you. You refused to budge from his chest, and when he was satisfied that you were covered, he pushed a hand through his hair and blew out a breath.

“O … okay.”

The door opened and Bucky walked in, a bottle of water in each hand.

“Don’t try and thank me. Trust me when I say you need this.”

Steve gave a weak laugh, taking one of the bottles. He murmured for you to move so you could take a drink, but you shook your head, burrowing closer to him, your nose at his neck. Steve sighed, shaking his head, twisting the top off the bottle and taking a long drink.

“Thanks, Buck.” “No need to thank me. You’d do the same for me.”

You snorted and Bucky narrowed his eyes in your direction.

“Also, crack a window. You stink like sex.”

Steve laughed as Bucky left the room, closing the door behind him. Steve shook his head, taking another drink of water after he spoke.

“I can’t believe you forgot to lock the door.”

You rolled your eyes, then closed them, moving your hands to rest against Steve’s obliques.

“Weren’t you the last one in here?” “No, I … oh. Maybe so.”

You gave a soft laugh, then shook your head.

“I can’t believe we woke Bucky.” “Call it payback for all the times he did it to us over the years.”

You giggled and Steve lifted a hand, cool fingers thanks to the water bottle trailing up and down your spine. You gave a content sigh, snuggling just a bit closer to him.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

Steve smiled, dropping the empty water bottle off the side of the bed, then lifting a hand to brush through your hair.

“I wish.” “Am I squishing you?”

Steve rolled his eyes at your question, and you lifted your head to look at him.

“You could stay right there forever and I’d be just fine.”

You sighed again, resting your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his hand continued carding through your hair.

“You won’t be saying that when I look like a beached whale.”

Steve swallowed as that thought registered in his mind, what it would be like to look at you when it was evident you were carrying his child. He blinked, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Hey.”

You lifted your head, blinking sleepy eyes at him. He helped you move up his chest until he could kiss your lips, then rolled the two of you until your back was against the bed and Steve was hovering over you. You stared up at him and he shook his head.

“You won’t ever look like a beached whale. Not to me.” “Steve—“

You stopped when you saw the look in his eyes, and you swallowed. He gave the slightest shake of his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he bent and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, taking in a breath, gasping as he slowly slid into you. His movements stayed steady and deep, the two of you just staring at each other until you gripped his shoulders, eyes closing as everything inside you seemed to combust at once. You rode the wave as long as you could, reveling in the sound of Steve softly groaning your name.

Steve rolled off of you, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. You were right beside him, staring up as well. Steve lifted a hand to push through his hair and took a deep breath. You gave a shaky breath, moving shaking hands to rest them on your head. Steve looked over to you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around him, putting your face in his shoulder, both of your voices barely a whisper.

“Are you okay?” “I don’t know.”

Steve nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You tightened your hold on him and he closed his eyes, giving a shaky exhale as you began trailing your fingers through his hair. His hold on you loosened as his breathing became slow and deep as he drifted to sleep, but he kept his arms around you.

You, on the other hand, continued to stare at the wall over his shoulder, slowly carding your fingers through his hair.

Pepper walked into the living room and stopped, raising an eyebrow when she saw you on her couch, staring into space.

“Am I having deja vu?”

You didn’t answer, and she walked closer to you, tying her robe tighter before crossing her arms over her chest.

“Honey?”

You met her eyes and she gave you a soft smile.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded.

“I just … I think I’m in love with Steve.”

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