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coy-lee · 2 years

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Ahhh, a three parter... A recipe, a picture, and a fic. Beating a dead horse... NOT POSSIBLE ON THIS HORSE, I SAY!

And thank you so much to my RP partner for making this come to life! 💕

Description: Sun is still packed with energy at the end of the day, and Moon thinks up a little solution for Sun's little problem.

(It's a tickle fic, have you met me???)

Now, without further adieu, I present to you :

Sunrrito

"But Mooooon, I don't want to go into stasis yet, " Sun whined, lightly stomping his feet as he did so, little jingles emphasizing his words. The children may have all gone home, but that didn't mean that the energetic Sun had lost the spring in his step. He was often low on power by the end of the day, but just as some days were rather hectic, others went rather smoothly and required little energy to maintain a happy, healthy crowd of little hoodlums. Less running around, less power used, more energy stored at the end of the day. Today was that type of day.

Moon was happy that Sun wasn't overworked to the point of short-circuiting on those days, but the leftover energy was certainly a bother for Moon. Getting his cohort to settle down was difficult to begin with, thanks to his programing no doubt, but a Sun still eager to bounce off the walls at 10PM was especially challenging.

"I know you don't, but there's no telling what tomorrow will be like. You need to recharge and give your systems a break," Moon reasoned. He watched from his comfy spot sunken in a beanbag chair as Sun, now also sitting, bounced his right leg up and down, hands fidgeting with the ruffles that skirted his hips. The sight was uncomfortable to watch. Moon imagined it was much worse for Sun, though. The feeling of energy coursing through every wire and every circuit and not having an outlet to release the burden... It must be maddening...

Wait a moment, an outlet! A fast one that required little energy on Moon's part... An idea popped into view, as did something else, a warm, fuzzy blanket lying off to the side with the large plushies and pillows.

'That'll do just fine~' Moon though to himself. He abandoned his comfy spot to retrieve the blanket and walked to a cleared section of the floor. He let gravity unfold the blanket as he held one end, then he whipped the other end of the blanket away from himself and gently lowered his end as said blanket floated down, now lying flat.

In the meantime, Sun was still bouncing his leg,... well now it was both of them. He tried humming to himself as a distraction, but was struggling until his eyes caught Moon doing... something. What was he doing? His thoughts were cut off by the sound of his name.

"Sun, I think I've found a fun way we can cure you of your restlessness."

"REALLY!? That's great! What are we playing!? Tell me, TELL ME! " Sun rushed out rather loudly.

"Just hold your horses! First, I need you to lay down on the end of the blanket - " Sun immediately did so in record time.

"-OKAY OKAY! What next!? " Sun's enthusiasm was adorable. Moon had to keep from laughing at the sight of the excited puppy eyes staring back at him.

"Alright. Now stay still with your arms at your sides. You're going for little ride," Moon said with a smirk.

"Oooo fun! " Sun chimed, doing as he was told. Moon then kneeled on the floor next to his eager 'patient' and began to roll him over, making sure to tuck the end of the blanket under Sun as he rolled to make him nice and snug. Then, Moon freely rolled his friend all the way to the end of the blanket, Sun going "WhoaOAoaOAoaOAoa" as he rolled. After finishing his Sunny wrap, Moon had a thought that brought him to the little craft corner in their room. He found a shiny red ribbon lying on top of a pile of scraps and snatched it, saving it for later.

Now everything was in place. Sun was wrapped up in a blankie nice a tight. And of course, it just so happened that while Sun's head peeked out of one end of the blanket burrito, his feet were doing the same thing on the other end... Perfect.

"Are you comfy? " Moon asked, making his way to the lower half of the burrito.

"Oh yes! Very comfy! " Sun replied, tilting his head back to view the now upside-down room. Moon chuckled as he took a seat on Sun's blanket-wrapped shins. As he looked down at his ultimate target, he watched the adorable little dance they were doing. The star was swaying his feet side to side like he was conducting an orchestra, on occasion switching their movement to and fro. The excess energy was clearly plaguing his poor Sunny. Ah, but what he had for his dear friend was sure to fix that.

"Are you ready? "

"I was manufactured ready! "

"Alriiiight~" Moon's response caused a little pit to form in Sun's hardware.

'Why did he say it like that', he thought, though he wouldn't have to wonder much longer. He suddenly felt his slippers being slid off, their bells jingling from being discarded to the floor. Moon had his hands raised just above Sun's antsy toes, wiggling his fingers in a way that would be viewed as menacing to onlookers. A big devious grin stretched across his face as he lowered his hands just centimeters away from the centers of his captive's soles.

"Ehehehehe~" Moon snickered evilly.

"W-what's so funny? "

"Tiiiickle tickle tickle~" the devious celestial sang, fingertips finally landing on their target and gently drawing ticklish patterns up and down the bottoms of the now wildly wiggling feet.

"N-NAHAHAHOOO! WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAAAT!" Sun shrieked as his bare feet were assaulted with delicate touches. Squeaks and squeals interrupted his laughter as fingers darted to focus on his heels and then suddenly the balls of his feet and then back again."MOOOOHOOHOON-AH!-EEHEEHEEHEEE!"

"Yeeees, Sunny? What's the matter~?" Moon inquired oh-so innocently.

"TIHIHICKLES! IT TICKLEHEHEHES!" the yellow animatronic responded, shaking his head and moving his feet as much as possible. He suddenly yelped as he felt claws gently trace up and down the outsides of his feet.

"NOHOHOT THEEEREEE", Sun whined.

"Not here? Then what about here?" the nighttime bot teased, immediately swiping his claws from the sides of Sun's feet, across the centers and in towards his arches.

"NAHAHAHAHAAAOOOO! GYAHAHAHAHHH! STEEHEEHEEHEE!"

"Ah, you're right. This spot is muuuch better. " Moon's voice was dripping with a devilish timbre. "Perfect little tickle spot~" As Moon continued treating Sun's excess energy problem, he found that his "patient's" feet were trying to shield each other from the tickles. He stopped for a moment.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Sunny~ If you don't hold still, I'll have no choice but to tie your toes together... "

"W-what!? NO! PLEASE! I'll be good! I promise! " Sun knew he couldn't keep that promise. Not even a little, but he had to try, right? No matter how horribly,... helplessly... unbearably ticklish- nope he was doomed. And Moon knew it.

"Okay. Now hold still... " Moon instructed, once again hovering his fingertips over the soles before him. He loved drawing these moments out. The anticipation tickling away in Sun's 'belly' and his mind, making him more sensitive as his nerves expected the worst. Self fulfilling prophecy. Moon also felt an excitement in his 'belly' when he lingered like this. No matter how much he just wanted to WRECK his friend, he wanted to prolong their playtime and savor it even more.

Sun gently bit his lower lip and flexed his toes, nervousness plaguing his entire being. Suddenly, he felt those devious claws slowly run up and down the soles of his feet again. Although he tried to steel himself for the sensations to come, he was still caught off guard and ended up letting out one of those silly sprinkler laughs.

"TststststsTAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHH! G-GEEHEEHEEHEENOHOHOHOHOHOOO! " Sun threw his head back and cackled. Normally it wouldn't tickle this bad, but circumstances really do change things. The overwhelming feeling of helplessness was the main culprit. Although he was indeed overwhelmed, Sun was still able to keep his feet rather still, twitching, but generally still.

"Hmmm, let's see... " Moon mused as he switched to slowly walk his claws up the tender soles. Sun's nerves were on the edge of their little nerve seats from the tone of voice that came from his mischievous friend. The feeling of pointed nails tapping softly on his upper set of paw pads caused his pseudo breath to hitch. "If I remember correctly, these little toes of yours are VERY sensitive ~" Moon's words were accompanied by those nails, lightly grazing the spaces between said toes.

"PpppppPPAHAHAHAHAHAAAHH! NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! MOONIEHEEHEEHEEHEE! " Sun immediately burst into a hardy laugh from such a slight touch. And that's all it took. In desperate search of defense, the toes scrunched down and the left foot quickly covered the right, shooing away phantom tickles while it stood guard.

"Sun, I thought you said you would stay still!? " Moon gasped in mock offense. "Such a shame. You know what I have to do now~"

"D-do you really HAVE to. I mean, no one's forcing you or anything... "

"Hehe, well, unlike SOME people, I KEEP my promises~"

"Hey! You know I didn't stand a- WAITWAITWAITWAIT! NOOOoooo... " Sun's plea wound down to a whimper as he felt something wrap around his two big toes and tighten, locking them together and keeping both feet perfectly side by side. Moon made quick work of the litte bow that kept the ribbon nice and snug, taking advantage of Sun's rambling.

"There. Nice and neat,"Moon dusted his hands for dramatic affect before poising them in the air, wiggling his fingers menacingly, being sure to have them raised enough for Sun to see them. "Are you ready? "

"PfftNO! Wait, I'm-"

"Good. "

Moon didn't need Sun's approval to continue, knowing this was just the medicine he needed tonight. Besides, his little ray of sunshine would never admit to how much he LOVED playing these games, but Moon was well aware.

Despite how quick and playful the tickling had been earlier, Moon wanted to slow it down for a moment...reeeally draw it out for Sun and take his time now that he had his toes bound so helplessly. Two blue fingertips began a soft stroke from Sun's heels up to the balls of his feet, one finger on each sole.

"Coochie coochie coo~ Let me hear those sweet giggles, Sunny..."

"ST-eeheeheehee! NnnkkAHAHAHAAAHAHAAA! MMmhmhmhmhm! "

Sun couldn't stand the teasing (couldn't stand at all really), but the sheer fact that Moon said he wanted to hear his giggles lit a spark of defiance in him. So, as much as he could, Sun held back, closing his mouth and slightly bitting his lip again.

Moon turned back for a moment and smirked.

"Oh~? Being like THAT are we? Well...let's see how long you can really last." Sun suddenly felt Moon add in two more fingers, carefully walking them up the centers of his soles.

"I don't imagine very long, with just how ticklish you are..." The nighttime attendant let out his own raspy little chuckles, tracing letters and shapes into the middle of Sun's yellow soles with his claw tips.

"Does thiiiis tickle? How about this one? Hmm? Come on Sun-Bun, let it aaaaaall out..."

"ACK-G-GEEHEEHEEHEE-

MMMMPPPFTAHAHA-MmH OHOHO NOHOHOOOO!" Sun desperately tried to wield his feet like weapons and shields as he did before, but that dreaded ribbon barred him form doing little more than curling his toes down, and even that seemed more difficult now. The thought was slowly chipping away at his resolve. Fighting was futile, but the energy within him refused to let him give in.

"Y-yohohOU c-caha't make meHEEHEE-DOHO ANYHEEHEEHEE-!" Try. As. He. Might...

"You see? Not long at all..." Moon's voice dripped with a teasing tone, delighted by how Sun sounded already. There was a little shift then, the darker attendant leaning slightly further down before...

"Now. Here comes the REAL tickleeesss~" He said in a sing-song voice, allowing all ten of his fingers to finally spider slowly along the soft pads at the top of Sun's feet.

"Aahh tickle tickle tickle..! Oho I bet you can hardly stand it...You're just so sensitive down here." His claws dragged now, scratching softly just beneath Sun's twitching toes.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAAAAT!" Sun whined as an uncontrollable cackle boomed from his voice box. His escape attempts became more desperate than before, shifting his feet as much as he could only for them to barely rub together. His attempt to clamp down his toes proved useless as the area being tickled was just out of their reach. All he could do was throw his head back and laugh. And the worst part (or the best), was that this was just the beginning of the main course. He'd just hope that dessert was off the menu... but knowing Moon...

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! ICANTTAKEIHIHIHIHIIIT!"

"Well that's the beauty of it, Sunny...no matter how much you can't take it, you have to~" Moon's fingers explored the cute stems of Sun's wiggling toes, stroking swiftly up and down the lengths of them before going just a little higher.

"Ohoo someone's toes are just so ticklish, aren't they? Hm? Are your toes sooo ticklish? How about the toe beans?" His claws teased with a few gentle swirls to Sun's big toes, which were unable to get away due to the ribbon keeping them bound.

"Giiitchie gitchie gooooo~"

"^YAAAHAHAHAHAAA! I CAHAHAHANT I CAHAHAHAHAHAANT! I-YEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!^" Sun's laughter shot up an octave at least, his toes were so over stimulated that he was having trouble wiggling them, the twitching being too strong and constant. He closed his eyes and shook his head, gripping at his pants within the blanket, trying to find a way to express the tension in his chest from the laughter that was backed up in there. Only so much can come out at once...

"Oh I'd love to just keep you here all night..." Moon's fingers slowed down some, giving Sun enough of a break to let his inner fans cool him off.

"Since you have so much energy, I just might have to do that ~"

Now Sun felt claws slowly circling his ankle joints, slipping between them and gently fluttering some cruel tickling.

"Tickle tickle tiiiickleee..come on Sun-Bun, admit to just how helplessly ticklish you are, and maaaaaybe you'll get a real break...."

"NnnnyAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohoh nohoho! Dohohon't mAHAKE MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! " The little whine in Sun's voice came back, truly hoping Moon wasn't serious. Buuuut it wouldn't be the first time Moon tickled a confession out of him.

"You don't want to~? Well that's alright. I'll just keep teasing these sensitive beans." His hands migrated back to Sun's open soles, and almost immediately his claws were teasing the soft yellow pads on his friend's toes. Gently he began swirling on his big toes again...and a familiar little sing song voice followed.

"Thiiiis little piggy went to market..."

"NohonohonOHONOHONOOOHOHOOO! NOT THAHAT! "

Moon tittered in delight, his smile only growing wider.

"Yes that~ Thiiis little piggy stayed home..." His claws moved to Sun's second toes now, softly gliding up the length of them and gently scratching the beans.

"OOOHOHOHO-PLEEEEASE!" Sun begged. Why must Moon be so good at this? Wasn't he programed to be a nap time and security bot? Who programed him to be the most devious tickle monster to walk the face of the earth?

Moon was indeed quite the devious one... And he knew just all the right buttons on his Sunny to push to get the best reactions.

"This little piggy had roast beef..." Next toe. "This little piggy had none..." Next to last. Moon hesitated, gently touching Sun's pinky toes and asking him.

"And do you know what this piggy does~??"

" *SNORT* WAIT WAHAIT! OHOKAYILLSAYIT!" Sun broke out.

Moon paused for a moment, still holding onto his pinky toes silently. He didn't move, or even say anything...he simply waited.

"U-uhm... I-uh... I... I... ohhh, I can't say it!" Sun stuttered, defeated. "I-"

Moon chuckled then, wiggling the toes. He continued- "Thiiiis little piggy went WEEEE~"

All of the sudden all ten of his fingers were spidering up and down the entirety of Sun's bare soles, not leaving any spot un-tickled.

"Weeeee weee~! Aaaaall the way home!"

"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NAHAHA! PPPAHAHAHA! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEE! M-MOOOOHOOHOONYEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun absolutely lost it. He wriggled and squirmed as much as he could, struggling to form coherent words in the midst of his hysterics. Babbling was all he could do after shrieking out his assailant's name. Artificial tears peaked a the corners of his tightly shut eyes before rolling down the sides of his face.

It just tickled SO BAD!

"You're just faaar too ticklish ~ All you have to do is say it..." His claws continued to rake swiftly up Sun's trembling soles, smirking as he did so.

"Sooo so ticklish~ And you can't do a thing to get away. Does that make it worse, Sunny~? Does it make things tickle so much more, being so trapped?"

"DOHOHON'T AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TEHEASE MEEEEEEEHEHEHEEE! I CANT TAKE IHIHIT! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

Moon giggled then.

"If you really wanted it to stop, you'd say what I want to hear...You probably love this teasing, don't you? Making you feel all the more tickliiiish~"

All of Moon's fingers began focusing on Sun's toes now.

"Oohoo, is this a bad spot ~?"

"KkkkkKAHAHAHAHAAAHH! TOO MUHUHUCH! T-TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!" The poor yellow bot was going crazy. It wasn't just the unbearably ticklish sensations on his little toe beans, but the acknowledgement from Moon that Sun was stalling. In fact, he hadn't even said 'stop' yet, purposefully cutting himself off when he instinctively did try to say it.

If his face wasn't already painted with a heavy blush from all the laughing, it certainly would be now. He was just so embarrassed. Curse you Moon and your pointing out the obvious! *shakes fist*

"Myyyy my my...Listen to that laughter ~" Moon cooed, now trying to slip his tickling fingers between Sun's toes.

"You're just having sooo much fun. It's fun for me too, you know..."

The darker bot pondered for a moment, smirking as he reached under his hat when he remembered what he had been keeping on him lately.

"How could I forget!" He chimed, pulling out one of their many arts and crafts feathers. "Want me to use this, Giggle bot~?" Moon stopped tickling long enough to turn around and show Sun the tool.

"No! Not that! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" Sun pleaded, shaking his head rapidly.

"Youuu LIE~! You're so excited!" Moon giggled, turning back towards Sun's shaking feet.

"Oohoo, here it comes~" He hesitated, waiting for the perfect opportunity... There was a pause, silence. But then...

"Tickle tickle tickle~!" Moon ran the fluffy edge horizontally across all of Sun's toes, holding them up by the ribbon so he couldn't even try to curl them.

"EEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOT MY T-EEHEEHEEHEEHOOOOES! *snort* NYAAAHAHAHA!" Poor Sun was losing his mind. Moon had tickled him many times before and pinned him while doing so, but THIS. Sun had never felt so helpless in his life. And helplessly ticklish. If only he could wiggle his toes even a little. But alas, he was completely at Moon's mercy, or lack there of.

"Yeeees your toes! They're faaar too ticklish to leave alone..." Now Moon was sliding the feather between his toes, one at a time and sawing slowly back and forth. He giggled as Sun laughed only more...

"It must be so fun for you to be unable to stop me, hm~? No matter how much you beg me to stop, I won't..." Moon flashed his teeth as he grinned. "...But you haven't even asked me to stop at all. You're loving the tickle-ticklesss, aren't you Gigglebot~?"

'Oh no' Sun thought 'He noticed! Why did he have to say that!'.

"N-NOHOHO IM NAHAHAT! IAYHEEHEEHEEHEE! DONTSAYTHAAAHAHAHAAT!" Moon was obviously not going to buy that, but Sun was still too shy to let go. A little more pushing, and that was sure to change.

"Don't say what~? Don't point out how much you're loving the tickles?" Now Sun felt Moon's claws on his feet again, though only from one hand. The other focused carefully snaking the feather between his toes.

"Admit it~ Say how much you love it Sunny. You're sooo easy to read. You love being forced to take all these tickles, don't you??"

"MMMHMHMHMHA! IHEEHEE-I-IHEEEHEEHEE!" Sun struggled out, the fight in him ebbing away as his energy drained.

Moon waited, giggling and focusing all of his tickles now right in the arch of Sun's soles. Five fingers to a foot, spidering deftly.

"Coochie coochie cooooo~ Say you love it~! " Moon reminded him.

"IAYEEEHEEHEEHEE! I LOHOHOVE HAHAHAHA! ILOVETHE TEEHEEHEEHEE! TIHIHIHICKLEEES!" Sun screeched wildly. All of his struggling ceased, and he let his adorable laughter flow freely.

And now that he was broken, his inner tickle-loving giggle bug came out.

"IHIHI'M TOO TICKLIHIHIHIISH! YOU'RE MAKIHIHING ME GIGGLE! I CAHAHAHANT ! I CANT TAKE IHIHIHIHIT! EEHEEHEEHEE TIHIHIHICKLEEES!"

"That's riiight, good boy Sunny~!" Moon loved praising him, and he knew Sun loved it just as much. His claws made their way up to the top set of soft pads on his feet, scritching and scratching there playfully.

"You ARE too ticklish for your own good ~ It's almost like you were MADE to be tickled, isn't it?" He would give Sun a break soon, but just had to play with his toes a little more. "Tiiickle tickle tickle~! My ticklish Sun-Bun just has to bear through it~"

"OH NOHOHOHOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" With that, Sun just laid his head back and cackled, letting Moon finish his work, too tired to say much else.

Just what he was waiting for. As Sun became too tired to even speak, or do much struggling, Moon's tickling slowly began to wind down.

A few pokes here and there to get some giggles, a little toe wiggling...but then he rubbed his hands on Sun's twitching soles soothingly to rid them of the phantom tickles.

"Seems like you had fun~" Moon cooed, untying the ribbon from his toes before crawling to look at his face on the other end.

"Rest time~?"

A sleepy yawn escaped Suns lips.

"Eehehehe, yes please. Sleepy time... w-with cuddles?"

"Of course~" Moon smiled. He unrolled his adorable little Sunrrito, deciding to simply lay beside him on the blanket and snuggle up close.

"I'll carry you to the charging station later~ You rest up..."

"Thank you, Moony... Nighty night~" Whether Moon knew it or not, Sun wasn't just saying thank you for the promise to get him to the charging station. He was saying thank you to his friend for taking care of him that night in general.

Who am I kidding. Of course Moon knew, and he loved that. Watching Sun bouncing around, never missing a beat when playing with the kids and ensuring their safety, dealing with grumpy parents and toddlers alike all day everyday. Moon enjoyed giving Sun the TLC he deserved.

"Nighty night, Sunny... "

THE END

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lilywily143 · 1 year

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Live Blog Number 2

Murder Drones Episode 4: Cabin Fever

Just to say it, I love N's hat in the Thumbnail. I hope to see Khan at least once

CAMP 98.7, with a school bus coming up

There is a robot riding the bus like a cowboy and that's goofy

Oh it's definally the main protag's class. I see her fire head [literally] classmate making light in the bus XD

THEY ALL HAVE GOOFY COLORED HATS AWW

oh don't you dare tell me Lizzy and Thad are friends idk if I am happy or not

Awww Uzi [protag] has a backpack with bat wings

Oh gosh Khan!!

And wow he and a lot of people were at the camp when humans were alive

Collars Uzi and Doll have have numbers?

Oh gosh those are her mom's things?! SHe's a artist...?

"SKy deamon, sigularity, look at this S I can draw." It's that sharp triangle thing, that's a lot of stuff, and wow her mom is intresting

"I'm not who either of you needed" Khan no your awesome

Oooo did mom have a collar like Uzi? Well makes sence with that program

"just be safe" Khan you are the best dad I love you /p

I love the teachers straw hat and also Uzi made this field trip a thing! Must be about the pictures she found

HAH She didn't want a field trip, the teacher just saw it as a exsuse to make the other's grades go up. SO they are stuck with miss "crazy"

AHHHHHH N AND V ARE COUNCLERS I LOVE THEM EEE N I LOVE YOU AND V IS SO NONCHALANT I JUST LOVE THEM

Oh gah a kid fainted at them..... I don't blame them... oh wait V shot them as a warning for others... Of course she did

Yeah, be mad at V, N. "Minus 1"

So the trio of V N and Uzi are making the others do crap for their own investigation? Cool! And Uzi was so flattered at that aww

Ooo Lizzy and Thad helping the trio!!?? YES

"Anything for my bestie" Lizzy, you really seem to be a bit better

I love how V always has her claws out, she don't care

Nawww Uzi calling them friends with her blush AND a :3 smile. That was the best thing ever, so far

Someone called N a little guy even thou he is super tall. Not complaining

Oh they think the Murder Drones are defective and that's why they are nice. Hhh

V is trying so hard to not kill for Uzi, I love that for her but man she will lose it later.

Rebacca don't you dare flirt with N

Uzi, doing her work. But leaving the murder drones to the class. Hope it's okay

ooo human buildings

ooo she's getting good at her Absolute Solver Program Powers and oh no a bug

Hah I love this calander Uzi found "EVACUTE ALL DOGS: JUST IN CASE SOMEONG BAD HAPPENS IDK <- Cool we did that that's canon. Also all dogs are immortal now! THANKS TO SCIENCE"

AND UZI WAS SO RELIVED TO READ THAT MY GOSH YOU KNOW WHAT DOGS ARE?!

HAND HAND HAND HUMAN HAND A SCREAM?! SOMETHINGS GONNA HAPPEN

hhhhh that gave me a heart attack, the class got close to wear Uzi is investigating and shessh. But what's with the hand?

Two robots are holding a boat with Lizzy and V on top. WHat a ship hah

And Rebacca, stop. flirting. with. N. He has no intrest with you!

V is actually being light hearted, that's really cute to see.

"I CAN'T SWIM" The lake is frozen over -_- ANd of course N "saved" her like the sweetie he is

Uzi, breathe! "High Temp"!oh no this aint good

ohhh nooo She took a robot hand to EAT but her drone type shouldn't have that urge. Uzi please

Oh V thanks for checking on her...

YOU SRACTHED UZI'S FACE PLATE!?

Don't you dare make Uzi insecre with her friend making skills and then LEAVE ALL NONCHALANT!? V WHAT IS WITH YOU?!

ok, Well Uzi helped repair a little bug. That's nice

She gave it the salute as it left, naww

hhh a dead robot under the floorboards, thanks bug for going there, I guess

okay more creepy drawings, mabye Uzi's mom. ALso "THIS SIDE IN INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK" yet that text is on it XD

Cool looking claw nail in the paper

wait, a green bug variety. The others were always red

IT MAKES EMOTES IN TEXT BUBBLES oh gosh wait "SUBMIT TIMECARD | PTO REQUEST | REGISTER TORTURE CHAMBER COMPLAINT | END MY SUFFERING (PROMO OFFER DISCONTINUED) | CALL ELAVATOR" What the freak?!?!

The bug heard Uzi and sent in in the chat

AHHH DOLL HOLOGRAM NO

hhh back to the class with Archery!

Aww N is so cute, "Did I.. Cheat?" No your just a pro

well, V didn't kill that one, but I think she is about to....!

Uzi is back-ish, she showed N the chatting bug

Aww well, N tried. "Don't tell V I'm Here" "Uzi is that you? Get over here... WAIT NO REFLEXES!"

igybhuoinjefbvhnjk UZI WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! SHE MADE A CREPPY DRAWING CREATURE WITH THE PROGRAM BY ACCIDENT!!! WHAT THE FUCK IT'S SO GROSS!!

OH GOSH V MAY RECONISE IT?!

NO UZI DON"T RUN YOU NEED HELP!!

BREATHE UZI DON"T EAT THE ARM OH GOSH UZI CALM DOWN

SHE CAN"T CONTROL THE PROGRAM IT MADE ANOTHER CREEPY DRAWING CRITTER AHH UGH THE NOISES

oh gosh back to class, V wants to kill UZi but N defends like a good friends. And Lizzy pulled her phone out to record...

"SHE'S A KID, LIKE US V" gosh they really are kid robos

N is going to find Uzi and sheesh V really won't talk about what the thing she won't talk about is.

"Hot... Not Hot? You're to good for him" Lizzy, they aren't dating at this point.

Rebacca, what was with that look to V??? /genuinly oh wait she left the area with her bf [oh yeah also, why flirt with N if you have this un named guy??]

They found Uzi's investigation place, and now hidey hole. Stay safe

Hhhhh so much grossness is around the place

Uzi's flashlight, where is she?

SHE HAS BAT WINGS HERSELF NOW SHE HAS THE DISSASABALLY DRONE SYMBOL ON HER FACE LIKE N AND V SOMETIMES DO!!!! FUCK NO

oh gosh wait N is in the next scence and it made me think.... The current Murder Drones has wings that are bone-like, but Uzi's were bat-fleshy.... Did N, V, and also J have a fleshy look before the flashback scene in the piolt??? Did something happen to make the metal structure underneath appear?

N is in the hidey hole. PLZ PLZ be safe

Wait is it the same, there seems to be a lot more tech. or is this further in the house Uzi found???

"Zombie Drones!!!" A training video.... Oh fuck what is Uzi actually??

hhhh N got flashbacks of a girl, a lone hand, and the core situatinon talked in the piolt..

UZI GOSH! SHE IS DEVOURING THOSE ROBOTS AND SHE CAN'T HANDLE IT IN HER BODY! N FIND HER NOW

Oh no something escaped the house and it isn't Uzi on a rampage. CRAP IT"S WHAT A ZOMBIE DRONE WILL BE WON'T IT

back to class... they are roasting battieres over a fire.. clever

Rebacca's upper half came to the class!! Not a zombie drone yet gahh

"Unpopular, purple hair, hot topic." You don't remember her name so this is what you say!? Rebacca you suck

Uzi what are you doing here?

Oh gosh she really looks like a murder drone now but fleshy...

Where is Thad? He's been gone for a while.

"That's not what the book said" What does that mean?

oh hoho Uzi looks quite epic but I know this isn't good for her. She is killing them

HHH Uzi is using a body as a puppet for BAIT

V IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY AND LIZZY YES

"killing her, not saving you." "okaaay Mom" V and Liz have a fun bond

hhhh don't kill Uzi PLZ ahhh she wants to talk to N my heartttt

UZI'S TAIL HAS A MOUTH AHHH GROSS

UZI BROKE V'S ARM AHH UZI'S TAIL BITE OFF V'S TAIL AFHBEWBLFJK

NNNNNN N YAH!!!

"Easy there buddy." *is stabbed in hand by Uzi* "Hahah ow" HE'S SO NON CHALANT RIGHT NOW AND AHH N I LOVE U

N and V are really just siblings

HHhh N is so sweet trying to help Uzi, who YEAH she's acting normal. aka tsndere

"You weren't with me to make it fun, somehow." N YOU SWEETHEART

EEEE He is so sweet, making a puppet with her tail, and her little giggles at it <333

She tried it to <33333

oh gosh right they were talking while falling [did I not mention that N threw Uzi in the air? idk why he did but it happened, i just thought she'd come back down immediatly]

Oh V has a fixed arm and is ready to kill.

N held Uzi at the last second he is so nice.

hhh his happy little face holding Uzi in such a close hug

[N is the pink blob] I love this robot /p

V stood down. Yes

Lizzy is back to sass V up a little, nice

Aww V smiled at Lizzy behind her back in such a sencire way.

the bus leaves the camp

HHHH Uzi sleeping on N's shoulder and N is sleeping too and the little green bug is with them AAA

Hh V pulling a excuse for Uzi about the missing kids

Oh gosh the sun hurts Uzi now like N!! Oh gosh she really is a flesh murder drone.

hhh she held N's hand in her sleep but N was too shy to hold it back ahh

He still has the Zombie Drones VHS...

~and credits

#LilyWily Post #Murder Drones #murder drones spoilers #Murder Drones episode 4

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 9 months

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14 for anything with camden?

Or any other ship if you’re not feeling that

oooo now this is a nice one and how about some camsco because all the werq the world posts between them are making me feel some things…

14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

Camden groaned and felt someone pushing at her shoulders. Blinking tiredly, she opened her eyes to see Bosco standing in front of her, wide eyed and awake with a big smile.

“I wanna show you something.”

“Can’t it wait till morning?”

She gave Camden a deadpan look. “You do realize I can’t go out in the morning right? You know, vampires and sun?”

Camden rolled her eyes, growing more awake and sitting up, fixing her shirt. “Yes I do remember darling. What is it you wanted to show-me!” She said, yelping at the end as she was scooped into the arms of the tall vampire, carried down the stairs at her standard zooming speed. “Bosco! Slow down!”

They made it out of their small cottage and into the large garden attached, vines running over the old walls. Bosco came to a stop, her dark hair barely moving an inch whole Camdens fiery curls looked more than frazzled.

“Bosco,” the redhead fixed her night gown, looking around their normal garden, “please tell me this is not the reason you woke me up?”

“It’s not, it’s not.” The pale girl took her hand and smiled. “Watch.” She gave her squeeze before running her hands over some of the flowers Camden had planted a few weeks ago. Suddenly the flowers started glowing a pale pink color, lights coming from them and floating around the garden.

Camden was fully awake now, her eyes wide as she watched the garden fill with a glowing aura, lighting up like firefly’s in a field. She turned to Bosco with awe on her face. They smiled back at her and extended a hand out.

“I know it’s not like dancing under the town festival lights, but would you still do me the honor of dancing with me?”

“Oh darling.” She smiles softly at her. She mentioned the festival at the town square for nearly a week now and how much she missed it with all the lights and dancing there. She should’ve known they had a little scheme cooking up in their head. “I’d be happy to share a dance with you.”

Bosco grinned back, the light making her eyes twinkle as she took Camdens hand in hers and brought one to her waist.

They spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing together under the moonlight and glowing garden. They stood together and swayed, maybe an hour more until the sun came up and they had to return it side. Bosco connected their foreheads and smiled softly down at the short human. “Worth getting woken up for?”

“Most certainly.” Camden smiled, hiding a little yawn though not very well since the dark haired woman chuckled lightly. “But I do believe I’m owed cuddles for the interruption still.

Bosco chuckled and pecked her pale forehead gently. “You drive a hard bargain but I’ll comply. I love you, human.”

Camden chuckled sleepily, hand in Boscos cheek. “I love you too, creature of the night.” She pulled her in for a sweet and tender kiss as they swayed together, needing nothing more than each other to be happy and content.

#for anon #lady camden #bosco #camsco #vampire au

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gwydionmisha · 10 months

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Personal: The New Meds Turn On Me

The new meds side effect wave hit hard and dangerous Thursday, but I'm not sure it didn't start a lot earlier.

Okay, so I had a viscous headache last Friday night for about three hours, which didn't particularly shock me, as my body just does stuff like that. Same Saturday. Normal. Sunday. Monday. I made a note to mention it to the doctor Tuesday morning, but forgot. I noticed Tuesday's headache at the same time was absolutely crushing for three hours, then shut off like a faucett as if it had never been. Which is creepy and wrong. So I'm now weighing if the new meds improvement is worth creepy three hour debilitating headache every day, and if I should call it in the next day.

So Wednesday I wake up to one of my body is very, very bad days. which is a thing that happens sometimes, especially if my body's been to far which between the uncleaner and the extreme heat and this being the worse time of year for my allergies and assorted RL commitments including the doctor is not weird. Plus I'm... I forget how many days in on struggling to type on Klaus Laptop because its hard to lift my arm the extra nine and a half inches, and i'm mostly having to drink with a straw because i go half my wake cycle not being ably to lift a full glass of water that high and I'm dropping things because my arms are fucked. which happens. All of it really stresses out my body though, you follow?

So sometimes the alarm goes off because I have to go somewhere and my body nopes out of it, or tries to. So I'm exhausted. I have the shakes. I end up way late to pick up Goth Millennial because it's just that hard to move. So I drive Goth Millennial around and wait in the car while they do errands. Goth Millennial goes outside to putter in the garden. I lung, then take a nap, all with Tavy glued to my chest, because it's sometimes better after a nap. Resets everything to a more acceptable level of crappy.

I make it all the way up to minimally functional by the time the other Millennials arrive for dinner. One of them had brought pre-marrinated and cooked tofu. Me: I think we should make rice for it. With coconut milk and saffron and Turmeric. New Millennial: Oooo! That sounds delicious! Me: It's possible I'm edging up towards Indonesian happy rice except I don't have any lemon grass. But I do have Bay leaves.... So it ends up with New Millennial Making Rice and the two of us keep consulting on spices until i have to lie down again. The results we excellent.

Tavy is still clearly traumatized from the Uncleaner. He loves techie Millennial. Techie Millennial was the first visitor he let pet and play with him. He hid from the Millennials when they arrived after nap time. He did eventually come out and watch them for a bit and even rubbed against Techies legs, but ran if it even looked like someone might tough her. I'm still so angry about the uncleaner traumatizing him like this.

Really, I just wanted to go to bed after they left, but I needed to stay up for the morning allergy treatment. My body was really not moving well, but I dragged myself there and back, which nearly did me in. I did manage to prep for bed and climb in, which really fucking hurt, at which point the first wave of hallucinations and fast heartbeat and arrhythmia hit. So that was fun. Me: Guess that's it for new Meds. They were amazing while they lasted.

They must have been really busy at the doctor because they didn't get back to me until afternoon. I left a message for my doctor's nurse, conveying that I was having severe side effects and needed to know if I should go to the ER. No one ever got back to me. The heart stuff got really bad for four or five hours, always with visual hallucinations. I thought about calling for help, but my right arm wasn't working and my left wasn't great either, and it's usually eight hours minimum to get seen at the ER and they yell at you if you bring in chest pains that turn out not to be a heart attack, and the pain only happened when I moved so it was likely just torso muscles screaming about my arms.

But the supper high irregular heart beat for hours can't be good. I wrote this waiting for receptionist call back Friday morning. I was 36 minutes in on the wait as I typed this sentence. I really think they should check my heart, but if they are this busy... Yeah. I'm assuming if it was really dangerous, they'd return my call from yesterday instead of continuing to ignore my message.

#Personal

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The White Lotus Ep 5 and 6 Liveblog

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Episode 5 thoughts

Tanya is annoying but I hate to see these men con her and belittle her.

The way this couple is looking at Harper is oooo its hot as fuck. Aubrey is so fine too.

The opera scene is actually very sweet but I am still suspicious of this man and his whole group.

Oh they are broke.....damn tonya you are about to be "had".

That is a ginormous secret that Daphne just dropped. Whew lord they better hope that secret doesn't get out because they are in a dysfunctional but happy stable marriage.

"Uncle" or uncle? Cause he has been giving me rent boy since this group showed up together.

Albie might be an actual nice guy but he screams incel at moments, other moments he just seems like a sweet boy trying not to be like his dad and granddad.

I think Lucia is going to have a fiance or something because that guy was like.....hmmm. Oooo or that could be her brother and he is trying to be like "be more discreet".

Episode 6 thoughts

Can these four fuck already cause they're drawing out this jealous power play, and I don't want to come out of this show hating either Daphne or Harper. We as a society really do love a deranged woman.

I want Mia and Lucia to have the best life ever because they done so much for this hotel and only one is being paid.

Ethan is hot but man does he got some serious resentment bubbling against Cameron. It is kind of funny that he was so "IM NOT CHEATING" only to turn around and start thinking his wife is going to petty fuck his "friends". (He definitely may be right based on Cameron's past but I need him to take a second, collect himself, and then bring it up. Oh wait but then he'd have to take his wife's approach.

This 3 generation men trio being turned away from a matriarchy mirrored household is pretty funny. Its even funnier because they may be blood related.

Ethan is bugging! Daphne and Cameron are messy and full of lies but they are really functional. They also clearly do care about eachother whereas Harper and Ethan don't even seem to like eachother. Sexual attraction aside in ep 1 and 2 all he did was talk down on what she wanted to do on the trip. It was pushback from every side and he was the one person who could be like "oh honey that is a great choice" without it seeming ingenuine. I wonder why they got married.

Not these gays about to set Tonya up with a boy toy and snow ❄. I hate it because this group seem to have alterior motives. British boy is drowning himself in alcohol to prepare for whatever meanwhile killing Portia's mood.

Not the replacement ending up an actual creeper.

Boyfriend? Fiancee? Ughhhh oh Valentina is hurt. Hey at least the receptionist is a little aware that it hurts but still wanted to celebrate her birthday.

Ethan has mur der in his eyes. 😭

Granddad realized he might be a bad person after not getting what he's been searching for. The comfort of a woman. 😂 someone has mommy issues for sure.

That's a very pretty martini glass. The stem is so skinny and the bowl/cup area is so thin as well. Very nice glasswork or prop pulled.

I thought for a second they weren't actually going to have a party/a gallery. But they didn't lie about that at least.

A gun? To a blizzard? Oh Tanya please be careful.

Is Valentina not out out? Ohhh she's just never done that. Mia is actually being very sweet albeit forward about this.

Lucia and Albie actually really do like eachother, even if this ends up just a trip romance.

Valentina looks so afraid and Mia is like let me give you a birthday gift.

Jack is a rouse I think in general and especially now getting her to stay away from the villa, but he also being an obnoxious United fan so he should probably sober up.

Ay Valentina get you a lil something something on your birthday.

Not Ethan making up scenarios, this is going to end up so so bad. Especially with all these statues that provoke the mind and expose the truth of everyone's intentions.

I wonder how much of what is happening to or being told to Tonya is false and how much is true.

The reddit super sleuths were right, like how tf did they even catch this all those previous episodes. Albeit that is one of the weaker storyline this season, the Greg or Carl dude Tonya shacked up with in season 1.

Boy toy just out here in his birthday suit but I appreciate that he's taking the gentle approach with Tonya.

SERIOUS! Can someone identify the painting of the woman with the dagger?

Oop not Jack spilling fucking tea. I hope Portia a. Helps Tonya see the light and b. Stops complaining to this boy so it can't be used against her later.

Ep 7/Finale next week woot woot. My prediction is its Cameron, Ethan, and then a red herring. Trailer is looking mighty spicy for the finale. Also, I like that the Italian actors are getting their own moment to shine in certain episodes for their character development and we get to see their post show bts talk back. "All the characters are tragic and funny."

#the white lotus hbo #the white lotus #the white lotus lb #twl lb #live blog #tv #recap #mine

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2nd eruption was SO GOOD it actually took me months to finish because it was so heavy emotionally to get through. but A++ manga id recommend it to ppl who dont even play the game haha

im so glad you love fu hua omg, youre gonna be so happy even more so down the line. and that chapter youre on is when i started falling for the hi3 story, as well as the first open world. when you get to the first open world/finish its main story, let me know! i think that might be a good time to send you the sakukallen event. itll still be confusing without context but id more than love to share what i remember of the story surrounding it

hoyo definitely seems to have learned from each preceeding game in terms of chronology and making things "easier" to get into imo. but you mention you have ideas and speculation and i'm all *eyes emoji*. tell me them! i wanna hear!!!

and ty for the well wishes and for your kind words over the years. i feel like we've both grown so much and come so far, its quite breathtaking

YES!!! It was really good and such an emotional rollercoaster, but I loved getting to see Anti-Entropy and Schicksal actually working together since in game, someone (forgot who) was raising the question of both of them being rather similar in function and goal so it was cool to see them come together in a way (albeit the story getting rewritten that Schicksal was the one to fight on their own), and all the characters within the manga was soooo good ; w; As I said, it was supposed to last me a month but. I couldn't put it down asdkjlfah Even now I'm like "yay time for bed!! lets go read the manga :DD" and realize. I already finished it :x

FU HUA YAAAAY that's exciting to hear!! I'm already liking the potential tbh because like with some of the flashbacks in Second Eruption I was thinking like >:OOOO WAIT IS SHE THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF FENGHUANG??????? I had a speculation for a while anyways that Fu Hua is much older than she appears within the game and getting confirmation that she is in fact older made me go :O IT WAS ALREADY A LOT TO FIND OUT THAT SHE WAS THE IMMORTAL CELESTIA (read Elan Palatinus before) so I couldn't help but be fond of her heheh I'm super excited though :>

Do you mean Sakura Samsara? :0 I actually finished through the main story! And the...side? (Right now I feel like the side story ended abruptly or something. idk if I just have to level up to get more story? but-) That's how I got more attached to sakukallen (with uhh Gratitude Arc being what piqued my interest in them). If that's the open world you mean, then 👀👀eyyyy

forgive me..... my brain needs to be prompted about specific speculations bc my recall is so bad aklsjfh but!! if something comes up i'll dm you :>

:O actually that made me think...I didn't realize just how long we've known each other?? I honestly can't remember when we met (but I'm pretty sure it was when I was ending high school/starting undergrad), which means it has been quite a while!! Much time has passed, and we've experienced a lot with it but it is such a nice thought to think about growing together with a friend :'> And there's still more to come!! Isn't that great?? I hope that it'll be good for the both of us and we keep growing 💪🏼💪🏼

#i saw this message at like 3 am this morning when i woke up bc of insomnia #i got excited but i had to force myself to go sleep some more #had to answer this asap so its not just hanging over my head the entire day #(to stay focused lmao)#answered #goldshitter #if im not mistaken we've known each other for...7 years now?#insane....#i cant remember what was the start of our friendship #WAIT #WAIT I REMEMBER #IT WAS BC I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT HOPES MOM AND I WAS LIKE 'OH!!!! I CAN ANSWER THIS'#adsjfkalskjahlkjhl and then we kept talking since then #i might be wrong though but im pretty sure thats what it is #OMG WHICH REMINDS ME (god sorry tangenting)#but the whole thing with cecilia within game and her telling kiana to not worry and stuff #gave me whole ass flashbacks to 'moms are tough' GIRL YOURE GONNA DIE STOOOOOOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭#anyways point is! while we dont talk regularly i am happy to have met you ^7^ !! im glad that i reached out and its nice sorta knowing #someone else is there while going about life haha #also. 20 x i'm so sorry that this is Dang Long #also Also (doesnt shut up) i really like how hoyo keeps making a lot of games where its a lot of cogs turning within a machine #lots of things going on leading up to stuff. its a lot of fun to delve into!!#OK DONE DONE DONE DONE-

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bluejayblueskies · 2 years

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hi yeah i’m going to need a second season of ofmd on my desk by monday morning no exceptions thank you for your time

#i was just going to watch one episode tonight. maybe two.#and uh i finished the whole season #that was like. SAD sad why didn't anyone warn me :((((#in every way including physical i am that ofmd 'i am not the same person' post #i am shaking stede gently by the shoulders and looking him in the eye and saying 'why. why would you do this. you foolish little man'#like i am HERE for pain and angst etc.#but oooo do i need that happy ending waiting for me on the other side #i have cried so many real tears #mannnn stede's gonna walk back in there all happy with his revelation about love and his life #and it is Not going to go well ://///#anyway if this show doesn't get renewed stat i will riot in the streets #it's one of my core human needs now i don't make the rules #ofmd spoilers

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I have a somewhat specific recommendation request. I'm looking for angst or action or something that isn't a romcom (I love them but I'm full up on sweet and sugary with terrible sound effects). But I'd like to avoid unhappy endings or ambiguous endings. Basically Angst with a Happy Ending?

Oooo, what a challenging question. A bit dark & gritty even?

This is not something I personally watch for but it IS something I track. Or can figure out. So time to get out the big old spreadsheet.

So I think you're thinking like Manner of Death? What about Until We Meet Again? Does that qualify? One of the couples doesn’t have an HEA. Imma assume you’ve seen that one. Everyone should have seen it by now or I’m a total failure as a blogger. (That no sound effects rule is a good one, helpful.) On the flip side, what about Light On Me? That’s high angst, but I guess it’s a bit bright and a little romcomy. Humm...

I think I need to divide this into two. I’ll do the high angst one here and the action ones in a different post. Okay?

This is in order of my personal preference, so highest rated at the top. But remember this isn’t my favorite kind of BL so take my judgements with that codicil in mind.

BL + GRITTY HIGH ANGST BUT STILL HEA

Japan could easily own this category. With Japanese BL half the time I'm like: were is all this angst coming from or is it just general ennui over the state of the universe? They so emo. But Thailand had a surprising number of offerings and Taiwan just does gritty SO WELL.

We Best Love (Taiwan)

Specifically the second season, but I think of this BL as a package deal and would never watch season 1 without season 2. There’s a tiny hint of romcom but not really because its such an aching pining seme meets tsundere uke dynamic (and that’s never gonna be gentle) and it’s higher heat Taiwan at the helm, so it’s bound to have an essential grittiness to it. It’s GREAT. I love this BL.

A Tale of Thousand Stars (Thailand - YouTube)

I have to assume most people will have seen this but it’s gotta be at the top of this list. High angst, check, lots of drama, check, little bit of action even, check. Also great cast, killer acting, and a good story. It probably should win this category. But also, most of you will have seen it. If not, what are you doing on tumblr? Go watch it, ya chump.

Love Sick 1 & 2 (Thailand - Netflix & Youtube)

It's a massive buy in since the HEA comes after what? 50 episodes? 100? It seems to go on forever. But if ya want a gritty high school coming of age soap opera, it's there waiting for you - ready to take over your life for DAYS.

Given (Japan)

Japan’s recent classic BL entry adapted from the wildly popular yaoi manga series. An angst filled high school BL about the boy with the magic voice and tragic backstory, and the other boy who is fascinated by both. The singing is... NOT good. But the rest of the music is okay.

Dark Blue Kiss (Thailand - YouTube)

Look it ranks for this. It’s a highly dramatic long term relationship between a bad boy and a good boy, full of miscommunication and trying to stay in the closet and all kinds of unnecessary obstacles but it’s TayNew so do we care? No we don’t. And it has a lovely ending.

HIStory Obsessed (Taiwan - Viki)

This one starts off with the uke lead being killed in a car accident and then rebooting his life. The first time around he was obsessed with this seme and gave him everything but was betrayed. The secodn time around he’s not gonna let that happen again. But fate’s a bitch because the seme just becomes obsessed with him instead. It’s all push/pull drama, classic yaoi tropes, and trauma avoidance tactics, but it ends happily.

The En of Love: Love Mechanics (Thailand - YouTube)

Messy cheating disasters and the origin of YinWar. Part of the reason I love these two is they aren't particularly sweet with each other. That said, this is still a Thai uni BL, so there's very much THAT element which might not be what you are looking for.

Life: Love on the Line (Japan - Viki)

This is probably the best installment for this category. It’s a truly great BL and the only reason it’s not one of my favorites is I don’t like high angst and this much tortured self-reflective trauma. It follows high school sweethearts through their early romance, co habitation, and then (basically) divorce and eventual reunion. It is the very definition of hard fought and high angst and if that’s what you want, you’ll love it.

Second Chance (Thailand - Line TV)

High angst Thai BL pulp with a slightly confusing story and way more drama than is called for but elevated by some solid acting and good kisses. It’s enjoyable. It’s also being put onto YouTube right now. So you might as well watch it. I was just thinking about a rewatch myself.

Follow My Sunshine SAU VẠT NẮNG (Vietnam - YouTube)

Neighbors and best friends edge around becoming more than that complicated by the usual high school issues and seme is a disaster bi. Stay all the way through the credits for that happy ending, okay? Don’t forget.

Theory of Love (Thailand - YouTube)

Also ranks, although I will assume you have seen it. It isn’t all that gritty, but it is VERY angsty. In fact this is the angst to beat all angst. If you just wanna watch the gay boy cry, SUFFER, and pine for his straight best friend.. then this is your jam. I’m not wild about this BL, but it fits the brief.

Irresistible Love: Secret of the Valet & Irresistible Love 2: Uncontrolled Love (China)

You didn't put quality restrictions in place so yeah, this one qualifies. This is an early Chinese BL with the whipping boy trope. Young very rich kid basically decides this other kid belongs to him, convinces his family to adopt said child, and they enter a 20 odd year master/servant dynamic. As they get older it gets sexual, but so much drama happens. They do end up together but it's rough going and very hard fought. All the triggers.

That said this is classic Chinese BL of the kind they just don’t make anymore so almost worth watching for that.

My Gear & Your Gown (Thailand - YouTube)

There’s a point with this BL where I’m not sure i’m judging it fairly because my expectations were so high. Believe it or not this is a GMMTV offering. It’s a messy angsty story of two boys who fall in love and then just go all over odd about it, the pacing is way off but the angst is way high and it does end happily.

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Obscure ones in case you’ve seen all the ones I suggested:

Does the Flower Bloom? (Japan) -Super atmospheric and a little slow about a talented artist and recent orphan in deep depression who falls unexpectedly in love with a much older man. It’s been a while sicne i watched this one but I am 90% certain it ends happily.

Junjou: Pure Heart (Japan - YouTube) - High school crushes (or something) reunite unexpectedly because of work. Start an affaire.

Innocent (Taiwan - Gaga) - This one tackles mental health and a long term relationship, high heat.

Light (Taiwan - Gaga) - Every trigger you could possibly want but also very high heat and well acted. It’s about an undercover cop and a rent boy plus it’s Taiwan, so the very definition of gritty.

Together with Me (Thailand) - And only this one installment of the KornKnock saga. The series before and after don't count. It's a crazy-town plot line... erm, would we call it a plot line? Anyhoozle, but it is hella angsty so basically it qualifies.

The Yearbook (Thailand) - Atmospheric, slow moving, sad, and pulp level quality this is a story of parting and the reuniting, I disn’t enjoy this very much but it does rate to your specs.

So Much In Love (Thailand - Line TV)- Okay, so this is a pretty classic Thai BL pulp and it has all the expected issues, but it also didn't have the budget for sound effects so that's not one of them. I actually like the main story line, it's paranormal and rather original. It's a mess, and acting is all over the place, but the leads are good, and it does end happy.

* I gave you links/sources when I have them, otherwise you’ll need to search grey sites.

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Drabbles ideas: Haymitch meeting toast baby girl for the first time and suddenly getting wrapped around her little finger

Oooo this is so presh thank you for this I hope i did it justice 😭🥺

“You did amazing,” Peeta whispers into my hair, pressing a kiss there before wiping my still sweat covered forehead with a wet cloth. “I’m so proud of you.”

I weakly reach up my free hand and thumb away the tear sliding down the side of his face. “I couldn’t have done this without you letting me break your hand,” I murmur, my eyes full of moisture as well.

My beautiful newborn baby, my little daughter, resides happily in the crook of my opposite arm, wrapped in a soft blanket, her little face puckered and pink. “She’s so pretty,” Peeta says again, reaching out and just barely grazing her tiny cheek, as if she’s a soap bubble, ready to pop if someone touches her wrong.

“I know,” I agree and I don’t know why but tears start flowing all over again. “I know, she’s perfect.”

My mother, who assisted — more like, directed — me through labor lightly knocks on the open bedroom door.

“Honey, you have a visitor,” she informs, keeping her voice light and soft. She works in the delivery section of the District Four hospital. She treads very carefully with postpartum women and their raging hormones.

“No,” I immediately refuse, not wanting anyone here but me and Peeta and our baby. Our baby.

My baby.

The thought, the new reality in which I’m only now accepting as fact — it was too hard to fully believe that things would be alright while I was pregnant. Even when she began to move inside of me I didn’t feel secure. Too often I’d seen things go wrong. Growing up, I’d seen my mother treat women who were on their third day of labor or who’s children came too soon. Who’s babies came out blue or who were bleeding in excess.

Sometimes those stories turned out alright. Sometimes those women had bouncing, happy babies and all worries and fears were adverted.

But sometimes they did not.

That sometimes has haunted me from the moment I found out I was carrying a new life inside of me, from the moment I found out that I was going to bring a new life into this world and be wholly responsible for it’s well-being.

To say I was petrified would be an understatement.

And not just about the actual delivery. I wasn’t just afraid of bringing my child into the world but about keeping her safe in it. About teaching her how to protect herself, how to go on when all else fails, how to prevent her from knowing the world as I did, how to protect her from all the hurt I found far too young in this life.

But the moment she arrived, crying in the sweetest high pitched soprano I’ve ever heard, all dark hair and angry fists and big, curious blue eyes, the fear I was consumed with paled in comparison to the utter joy, the utter disbelief, that this little person was mine. That I had made the single-handed most wonderful creature on this Earth and I would protect her, because nothing could ever get in my way of doing so.

Of course, Peeta was just as enamored and just as consumed with the tiny little creature as I was, just as in love and just as tearful at her mere presence.

I wasn’t ready for this moment to end, for Peeta and me and our little baby to have to endure any other company, to have to focus on anything but my daughter.

But then I hear a gruff voice and my reservations slowly and hesitantly melt away. “It’s just me, sweetheart,” Haymitch says as he passes by my mother, not waiting for an invite. “No need to get fancy on my account.”

“Hi, Haymitch,” I say, giving him an exhausted, watery smile.

He leans down and kisses my forehead lightly before clearing his throat, as if he too is in danger of getting emotional. “Glad that’s over,” he mumbles, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed from Peeta.

“What?” We both say as the same time.

“The labor. I didn’t know how much longer I could endure the screaming.”

I roll my eyes, chuckling. His surly words were a thin disguise for the look in his eyes, staring down at my little girl.

“Do you want to hold her?” I ask, already knowing his answer.

Instantly I feel Peeta squeeze my hand in concern. Peeta may still be Haymitch’s favorite and he may be the mediator between the two of us most of the time but he’s still a new father and he isn’t ready to trust anyone besides us and my mother to hold his new baby.

Haymitch senses Peeta’s apprehension. “I better not. Your screams kept me up so I had a couple bottles of white.” I can smell his breath from my seat against the headboard and pillows, I know he hasn’t touched his liquor collection in at least a day.

Unfortunately I know how he smells when he drinks and this isn’t it.

He hasn’t showered any time recently but he’s currently sober as a judge.

“Haymitch,” I order in a stern tone, my emotions flying through the roof abruptly. “Hold my daughter.”

He doesn’t fight me now as I pass the most precious thing in the world to the man that kept me alive while half drunk once upon a time. Peeta’s anxiety hasn’t let up though and despite the fact that he won’t contradict me either — not after he watched me cry in agony for hours on end, as I birthed the child he put inside of me — he still looks towards my mother, lingering in the doorway, for help.

My mother quickly and expertly helps Haymitch cradle my baby properly, supporting her neck and keeping a tight but not choking hold on her.

There’s a long moment while we all stare at him, holding the newborn, watching the scene that a couple years ago I couldn’t even imagine unfolding. I couldn’t even picture a moment like this in my wildest imagination.

And even if I had, I definitely wouldn’t have pictured Haymitch looking towards me suddenly and murmuring, “she’s so beautiful.”

I don’t know why but I start crying and smirking and laughing all at once.

“She looks just like her mother,” Peeta adds, bringing my hand up to his mouth and planting a kiss on the center of my palm.

“She does,” my mother agrees, petting down my long, tangled hair.

“What’s her name?” Haymitch asks as he gently begins to rock my daughter ever so slightly.

“Indigofera Sky,” I whisper, looking at my husband one more time for confirmation. We almost named her Brie or Melody but once she was born, it didn’t feel quite right. She was an Indigo.

After all, that would be the natural nickname, right?

I suppose not to everyone. “Indy,” Haymitch murmurs almost immediately and I swat Peeta’s arm for laughing.

“Haymitch, that isn’t her name-“

“It’s okay,” my mother says, sensing my stress levels rising now, perhaps a little irrationally. “You’re her mother, you will dictate her nicknames.” She would know. She stipulated that no one ever shortens my name, from the moment I was born.

“Exactly,” I agree, looking over at Peeta again. He leans in and kisses my cheek, trying to get back on my good side.

Haymitch on the other hand could not be more oblivious right now if he tried. His sole focus stays on my daughter, his hand coming up to brush back her dark curls before pulling away, as if he’s afraid to even touch her little head.

It’s something I never even considered throughout my entire pregnancy. The notion that Haymitch now has a newborn in his life. And I’m glad I didn’t picture it before now.

Because I can’t imagine this moment being any sweeter and I don’t know why it warms my heart to see the grouchy old man look at my baby with such reverence, with such wonder and awe, but suddenly I feel like I’m going to cry for the tenth time today and I let out a huge sigh just as my child starts to cry again.

“She’s hungry,” Peeta murmurs as my girl reaches for me.

“Come here, baby,” I whisper, though she’s only hours old and can’t understand the words I’m cooing.

“Go to your mama, Indy,” Haymitch murmurs softly and just as I look up to glare, I see the same awe in his eyes as before. Only now it’s directed at me. “She’s going to give you such a good life.”

After that, I can’t be held responsible for my tears.

#everlark #kind of more like Haymitch and Toastbaby one #but still everlark #thg #hunger games #drabble #for once a happy one!!!!!#who knew Sammy could write something without angst #ok anyways THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT IT WAS V SWEET #jedimandy 🤍🌼💫#asks 🦋#my drabbles #my writing #100

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catboyantichrist · 3 years

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hello! i saw that you were taking requests for headcanons and oneshots! could i ask for some headcanons on either a gn or male MC bringing a brother along to get their first tattoo? as in the MC getting their first tattoo and having the brother come along because they’re secretly nervous lol….. thanks so much! <3

Aaa! Of course! I originally planned to write this as a M!MC but it ended up completely gender neutral. Also this idea is so creative so thank u for asking me to write this ^^

☆ The Brothers Coming With GN!MC to Get Their First Tattoo! ☆

You finally did it! You gained the courage to finally get your first tattoo. You've been wanting this for awhile, it's just external forces always made it difficult for you to get one. I guess the brothers really helped with your confidence huh? Well the days leading up to the appointment your nervousness started to get the best of you. What if it hurts too much?

Not wanting to cancel the appointment, you decided to ask one of the brothers to come with you! Just for fun y'know... not because your scared or anything.

Lucifer:

-When you walk into Lucifer’s office asking if he’d come with you to get your first tattoo, he was more than happy to accompany you.

-But he also wanted to have a bit of fun.

-When you go to the shop he immediately noticed that you were nervous, and he started lightly teasing you without hesitation.

-”Are you nervous MC?” He smirks.

-”No! Why would I be?” You were shaking.

-Oh you’re shaking. Maybe toning it down would be a better idea.

-When the artist comes out and actually begins, Lucifer just puts you on his lap. The pure shock from that would just get rid of any pain in that moment.

-While you’re getting the tattoo, Lucifer’s getting work done on his phone. There’s never a bad time to do work after all! Ignore his massive undereye bags.

-You need a distraction? MC why don’t you start on that potions homework from awhile ago?

-Once the tattoo is completed, Lucifer help you with the aftercare. Once it's healed he will begin to lightly graze his hand over it when he’s close to you.

Mammon:

-You wouldn’t even need to go to him to ask, he’s already going to your room to ask if you can hangout. So when you ask if he could come with you to get your first tattoo, he immediately agrees.

-When you go into the tattoo parlor, he’s just as excited as you are. After all, his human has been talking about this for weeks!

-When the tattoo artist comes out to ask some general questions, Mammon begins to notice your anxiousness. When they leave to set up the work area, Mammon leans over and puts his arm around you.

-Don’t worry MC! You’re the strongest human I know! Plus you have the great Mammon to protect ya!

-When the tattoo artist brings out the needle, Mammon is scared FOR you. But, keeping his word he shakily grabs onto one of your hands.

-“Only focus on me ya hear! It’ll be over before ya know it.”

-The only thing that scared Mammon more then the tattoo was the price OF it.

-He’d contemplate+ getting matching tattoo’s with his human, but needs to check if that would get in the way of his modeling career... just kidding. He doesn’t care

-”Oi MC! We’re gonna match one day. Ya got it?”

Leviathan:

-Convincing Leviathan to go outside can be sort of… difficult. Especially to a place he’s never been to before.

-When he sees how fidgety you are when you ask though, he sighs and agrees. “Fine but only because you’re my Henry”

-When you go into the parlor, he immediately goes to see if any of the tattoos are themed after any anime's. If there are, you will have to drag him away from them so that you can actually get the tattoo.

-When he turns away sad, you grin and offer to come back with him to look at the art another time.

-Depending on where you’re getting your tattoo he’d either play games on his phone with you or you’d just watch, so that there’s something to distract you from the pain.

-If that doesn’t distract you enough you two will just start rambling about whatever anime you’ve watched last.

Satan:

-He was intrigued that you wanted him to come support you out of everyone. This seemed more like a job for Asmo. You’ll just ask Lucifer instead? Well you should’ve asked for him to come sooner!

-Before even going to the tattoo shop, Satan was doing as much research as possible to make sure you were prepared.

-He brought water and pain killers just to be safe. Yes the water was in a cat themed water bottle. I will not take criticism.

-When you go into the parlor Satan will watch the artist with intrigue and possibly even ask questions about being a tattoo artist.

-Satan will sit beside you and probably read with you or to you. If your handling the pain well enough Satan will probably just hold your hand and continue with the previous conversation he was having with the tattoo artist.

-Once the tattoo is finished Satan will research the best possible tattoo aftercare routine (and obviously talk to the artist about it as well)

-He found the whole experience fascinating, and contemplates maybe even getting a tattoo as well one day. Obviously just to spite Lucifer... no other reason. (-Cough- MC’s approval -cough-)

Asmodeus:

-“OoOo MC where are you getting the tattoo 😏”

-Okay jokes aside, of course he’d come with you! He’s supported tons of his friends and admirers when they were getting their first tattoos! These may or may not have been his name and/or face

-I’m not saying he’d do the same and try to convince you to get a tramp stamp of his name but I’m saying that’s exactly what he’d do

-Although at the end of the day, no matter what you chose he’d love it!

-When the artist starts working Asmo immediately grabs onto your arm (or whichever arm isn’t getting tattooed) and starts talking about whatever gossip that’s going around currently.

-Every time the artist says “5 more minutes” (which is at least 10 times) Asmo puts his hands through your hair and praises you on how well your doing. Damn even the tattoo artist is blushing.

-Once the tattoo is finished he’d be so excited to take pictures of it, and he’d waste no time finding clothing pieces that would show off the tattoo even more! He'd also ask the artist for tips with aftercare and what skin products are okay to put on the tattoo.

Beelzebub:

-You want Beel to come with you to get a tattoo?

-“I mean if it makes you happy MC! Can we go to Madame Screams afterwards?”

-You walk into the tattoo shop and decide to look at some of the designs with Beel

-You turn for a second because you saw an amazing design. Although you nearly had a heart attack when you turned back.

-No Beel wait the food designs aren’t actual food!!

-Because of the amount of exercise this man does, and some not so... happy issues. Beel knows some very effective breathing exercises! Before and during the beginning of the tattoo he’d lead you through some breathing exercises to help you through the pain and any possible anxiety.

-He’s already holding your hand (if you allow it) and if the pain gets to be too much he gives you 100% permission for you to squeeze his hand, he’ll barely feel it anyways. Once the tattoo is finished Beel grins at the sight of it.

-”Wow MC it looks great!”. If the tattoo involves food in anyway, you may need to remind him that it’s not real as his stomach growls almost immediately.

-”Could we go to Madame Screams now?”

Belphegor:

-“Why don’t we just take a nap instead?”

-When he realizes how much you really want this tattoo he begrudgingly agrees. Although he immediately cheers up when you offer to cuddle with him when you both get home.

-You go into the shop and he wants to get it done as fast as possible

-When the tattoo artist begins, Belphie was originally holding your hand.

-Now he’s just found anyway possible to cuddle with you... oh nope now he’s just asleep.

-On the positive side it gives you the opportunity to put your hands through his hair to help calm down. You kind of start drifting off yourself...

-Next thing you know you’ve woken up with the finished tattoo. Belphie eventually wakes up as well and lets out a long yawn.

-”Wow MC... it looks great. Do you wanna go take a nap at the planetarium?”

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader

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cazimagines · 3 years

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heyyyyy…🧍🏻‍♀️i read the break up sex with zemo and i had a but of an angsty-maybe-comfort thought (if you’re not taking any more prompts ignore this i don’t mean to bother)

zemo meets the reader again after all his years in the raft and the snap while he’s helping Sam and Bucky deal with the super soldiers, you could do some angst when they see each other maybe she is angry and he attempts to apologize and explain that he couldn’t involve her in his revenge plan and that leads to an angry kiss or smut or just tears and forgiveness. whatever you think will work best, have my heart and break it if you want i’ll be happy to let you do so💗💗

Oooo, it's nice now coming near the end of my requests to revisit the first one and write a sequel!

I've also taken this in a slightly different direction, you'll see 😌

Link to the first part here

You swirled the straw around in your drink, sighing in sadness at yet another day seeming wasted. Everything you seemed to do these days felt worthless to you. You had no goal, no drive anymore. Your life had gone through complete turmoil.

You suppose if you could trace it back to a singular date where everything went wrong, you would say the day Helmut left you.

You were confused, broken at why he would do such a thing. Why he would just leave especially after what you two had just done, but then a year later it became abundantly clear why. In that year you became depressed, feeling achingly lonely, hurt by his absence, and then finding out he murdered people, tried to take down the Avengers, for his dead family.

The realisation came to you. He never cared about you. Not in the way he cared about them. He used you plain and simple. He used you to get better and then when he was, he left you in the dust for them.

You had wanted clarity about the situation but this wasn't what you wanted. You wanted your fairy tale ending when he would come back into your life, apologise for the idiot he had been and you two would be together again, happy.

Instead, he never gave you a second thought after he left and now he was destined to spend the rest of his life in prison.

You floated from job to job, feelingly meaningless, feeling incomplete and angry, so very angry. It's because of that anger your new employee had hired you.

Most nights you spent in the bar at Madripoor, drinking away your sorrows, and it was no different tonight. Or was it?

Your phone rang out and you saw a message pop up from your employee. You read it and sighed, pushing your drink away to stand up and walk away from the bar. And that's when you saw it, or really you should say, you saw him.

Zemo made his way across to the bar, followed by the two Avengers, Sam and Bucky. Zemo was seemingly unaware of your presence, instead ordering a drink at the bar.

You were shocked to see the man you never thought you would see again, right before you, the man you had caused you so much pain, so much heartbreak. Now sitting here not even noticing you. He hadn't even changed that much since you last saw him, he still styled his hair the same way, wore the same clothes. It was as if nothing had changed over these past years when in reality everything had changed.

You finally pulled yourself together and moved over to talk to him. You had to, you needed to confront him on this.

Zemo sat peacefully unaware, sipping away at his drink when he heard a voice next to him say, "Helmut"

Surprised at hearing his first name used, he turned his head and his eyes widened in shock, the drink almost falling out of his hand and he instantly leapt out of his seat.

"Y/n," he said, his eyes grazing all over you. He could recognise you in an instant though he could tell there were changes within you, more sullen cheeks, a frown upon your face, a harsh gaze, but it was all he deserved and more.

"Last I heard you were locked away from life" you state, crossing over your hands.

"Y/n, there is so much I need to tell you, and to apologise for. Here is not the place for it"

"Why should I give you a chance to explain, it's obvious the truth. You just needed a place to stay until you were better, so you could avenge your other family. You used me"

"I would never use you" Zemo growled, stepping forward so that you were only inches apart. Sam coughed awkwardly behind him making Zemo sigh in frustration.

"Excuse me, Sam, I need to step out for a few minutes to talk to this lady"

"What about the mission!" Sam argued

"The mission can wait" he hissed, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the crowds.

"What are you doing here y/n?". Madripoor is no place for someone like you to stay" he murmured as he finally got you outside.

"You don't know the first thing about me!" you hissed at him, but his grip on your wrist tightened,

"I know everything about you y/n! I don't want to see you getting harmed here, this isn't a place you want to be at"

"You're here!"

"I have a reason to be here."

He sighed again, upset by how this was all leading to an argument.

"Y/n, I could never apologise to you enough for all the pain I caused you. I never wanted to see you harmed, but the pain of me leaving is better than involving you in my revenge plan. If they knew about you, you would have been locked up as well, interrogated, I couldn't stand to see that happen to you"

"Then you shouldn't have gone through with the plan"

"I needed to!"

You scoff at his remark, "You didn't need to Helmut, I was right there, ready to start a new life with you. And you threw it all away for the dead"

Guilt swarmed Zemo, making him swallow seeing the pain within your eyes.

"You were too good for me" he finally whispered, and your eyes turned to look at him in surprise.

"You were kind, gentle, loving. I didn't want to ruin you and I knew the more time you spent around me, the more likely that was to happen. So I had to leave to protect you and for you to find someone who truly deserves you. Which is why you can't be here, this place is dark, full of bad people who will use you and hurt you."

Zemo puts his hand in his pockets and pulls out a card to hand to you, "Here take this, I have a private jet which my butler is at, give him this and he will take you anywhere in the world. Please leave here"

You stare at the card in shock then back up to Zemo's pleading eyes, "Oh Helmut" you whisper and finally, you grasped the side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss, a deep, blissful kiss which Zemo melted in, his hands going to grasp your sides to hold you close to him. Your hand snaked around his back, holding the back collar of his coat.

Zemo had longed for this, dreamed about it the whole time he was in prison but now he finally was holding you within his hands again, and he wanted so much more but he had to pull away.

"Y/n, you need to leave, now" he urged and you shook your head.

"Okay Helmut" you whispered, shooting him a slight smile.

His heart melted at the sight of you and placed one more quick kiss upon your lips. He didn't know if he would ever get to see you again, but at least he got this moment which was more than he was expecting.

He turned on his heel shooting you one last glance before walking back into the bar. You smirked, watching his fading form, the small red light that now shone out from under his coat collar.

You felt your phone ring and as you brought up the caller i.d, you saw your employees i.d, 'Power Broker'

"Quite the show y/n," she said down the line,

"Acting was always my forte" you shot back.

"Did you do what I asked you?"

"I hid a tracking device within his coat. We'll be able to track their every move"

Sharon chuckled down the line, "Good work y/n, I knew I could rely on you"

Zemo's hurt ran deep within you, he was a fool to think all of that could have been resolved in a few words and a kiss. You were changed because of him, for worse rather than better.

A/N: Ngl I am tempted to rewrite this and make it into a series at some point

#baron zemo x you #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo x you #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Oooo I had an idea- Moreau with a reader who is very cuddly n’ caring as well as very patient, but, once you make them mad, b o o m full angy creature mode. (Maybe someone makes fun of sal while testing the readers patience so they defend sal or something idk- (;^^)

This page is slowly turning into a Moreau fan page and I couldn't be anymore happier!!

You've been waiting patiently in the shack that you and Moreau stayed in together. He was called to another one of Mother Miranda's meetings along with the other Lords. As much as you'd like to join him for the meetings, him and the other Lords agreed that it would be safer for you if Miranda didn't know of your existence. Moreau understood the importance of keeping you a secret from his beloved "mother", but he failed to stay silent about you to the other Lords. He was just too proud and happy that he finally found someone who loved him like the people in the romance movies he watches love each other.

To try and make time pass by, you began to clean slightly. The shack was a bit messy when you first started living with him. Now, you like to help out and sweep from time to time. He also began to pick up after himself better, hoping to impress you. After sweeping for a while, you could hear movement in the distance. You look out the window to see Moreau returning from the meeting, his head hanging lower than usual.

"Hello love!", you call out to him from the window, waving to greet him. He glances at you and lifts his hand as a low effort way to respond. This wasn't usual for him. Usually he would greet you with open arms and a smiling face. Your heart began to sink slightly, worried about what may have caused him to seem so sad. Once he made it through the door of the shack, you walk over to him and place a hand on his cheek. "Is everything okay, Sal?", you ask him. You noticed how his cheeks were wet, streams of tears falling on each side. "Heeyyyy what's wrong?", you ask in a comforting voice, pulling him in for a hug. He doesn't hesitate to throw his arms around you and hugs you tightly. You could hear him sniffle as his crying continued. "Let's calm down for a sec and then you could tell me what happened, okay?", you ask him as you start to lead him to the couch. "..okay", he gives a quit answer as his sniffling continued.

Once you made it to the couch, you threw a large blanket over the both of you. You pulled him closer and wiped away his tears again. His breathing started to grow rapid as he tried to stifle his crying. You began to quietly comfort him, saying things like "I got you." and "You're okay.", as you held him close. His sniffling finally slowed to a stop and he seemed to be calm.

You pulled away from holding him and had your eyes meet with his. "Now.... what caused this?", you asked, wanting him to open up to you. He hesitated and looked away. "It's okay. It doesn't matter", he sighed. "C'mon Sal. It matters to me.", you say. "Well.... Angie called me ugly again..", he seemed embarrassed. "Ugh that piece of plastic? Can she even see with those marble eyes of hers? Obviously she doesn't see what I see.", Angie was a bit well known to be harsh with her words. It wasn't uncommon for her to say something rude about his appearance, but it also wasn't common for Moreau to be upset by her words. He was good at brushing off her harshness, so what else could be bother him. "..and.. Heisenberg laughed... and..", you could see the tears begin to pool in his eyes once more. You started rubbing his arm. "What else?", you push him to open up more. "He called me a moronic freak.... and said he doesn't understand how you.. love me and.. you use me to have a roof over your head..", he admitted.

You had stopped rubbing his arm. Your hand was now balled into a fist as rage began to boil inside of you like a volcano ready to explode. "Is that all?", you ask him, unaware of how aggressive your tone was. "Yes.. Mother split up the meeting after that and he laughed as he left..", he sulked. "You know that none of what he says is true right? You know damn well you deserve love more than his bastard ass. And you know I will not let him bully you like a child." he was caught off guard by your tone. Your jaw was clenched and your brow was furrowed. He was happy that Heisenberg's words weren't true, but he was worried about what his words may cost him.

"Where is he?", you ask as you stand up from the couch. "W-What?", Moreau stood up as well, unsure of what you were planning. "Where is Heisenberg? I need to...talk..to him.", you say. "He said he was going to visit the Duke and buy some stuff...", his hands anxiously began to fiddle with each other. "Take me to him. Lead me to where he is.", you demand. "I don't wanna make him mad!", he panicked. "Don't worry big guy. I'm just gonna talk to him a little bit.", you lie. You knew damn well you were going to do a little more than talk to him. "Okay..", he took a deep breath and began to walk and you followed.

There's never a good way to know exactly where the Duke is. He seems to pop up almost anywhere and always has exactly what you need. He did have a few specific spots that he would set up shop at though, and in one of those places is where you found him. You could see his carriage set up between a few trees on a trail. The Duke was discussing something with Heisenberg. "Ah (Y/N)! What can I offer you today?", the Duke asked once he saw you. Heisenberg looked over and smirked once he saw you with an anxious Moreau following.

"What's this? Did you snitch on me, Moreau?", he said with a cackle that followed. You never stopped walking, nearly marching, towards him. He was still laughing when you stood in front of him with little to no distance between the both of you. His laugh made you sick. So sick that you reeled your arm back and slapped the man across the face as hard as you could. His glasses flew off his face and landed in the snow and his laughing ceased. Moreau covered his mouth to muffle a gasp and the Duke did the same in hopes to muffle his chuckle. "Listen here you pretentious fuck.", you snap as your anger peaked. The man jerked his head to make eye contact with you. His gaze was sharp, but not sharp enough to cut away your rage. "How miserable do you have to be to get a kick out of acting like a bully on the school house playground? You have a lot of fucking guts for a man who dresses like he's living on the streets!" He leans in close to you to try and get you to react or budge. You don't move. "And you have a lot of fucking guts for someone who I can kill within seconds.", he threatens. You respond by slapping off his hat which had been poking your forehead. He grabbed you by the wrist and began to squeeze tightly. "Do you know who you're fucking with?", his breath hit your face. "Yeah, an ugly mother fucker.", you say as you kick him in the ankle. It didn't hurt, but he was shocked by your boldness and the way that you didn't even flinch. He knew you were aware of his powers, yet still you continued to taunt him and stand your ground all at once. You could tell he began to feel overwhelmed as his eyes looked around and his posture began to change. He knew he couldn't break you down. He took a deep breath and walked over to his glasses. When he bent down to pick them, you grabbed him by the back of his coat collar. You leaned in real close to his ear and whispered, "You better fucking believe me when I say I will fucking kill you if you ever make that man cry again. I don't give a damn if you're an oversized magnet. I'll rip you to fucking shreds if you even fucking look at him disrespectfully. Do you understand me?", you nearly spit in his ear. "Yes. I do.", he says as he rises up. You stand up straight as well, handing him his hat that you knocked off earlier. He takes it and looks over at Moreau and the Duke. Both of them had a smile on their faces, obviously enjoying the show they had witnessed. His whole body grew hot with embarrassment as he tried to act cool, putting on his hat and glasses. He gave a nod to the men and walked away.

"My, my, (Y/N). I've never seen anyone stand up to Lord Heisenberg like that. It was quite the sight.", he gave a guttural laugh. "What can I say? I won't stand for slander of any kind when it comes to him.", you motion over to Moreau who began to walk over. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?", he nervously placed his hand on your shoulder. "Absolutely. I made sure Heisenberg won't bother you ever again.", you say before placing a kiss on his forehead. This caused him to smile and wrap his arms around one of yours. "Well now that we're here, Duke do you happen to have any cheeses?", you ask. "I always come prepared for my loyal customers!", he says before handing over some type of exported cheese. You pull out the amount of Lie needed from your pockets and hand it over to the Duke.

The day ended with you both curled up on the couch in each others arms, watching a new romance movie neither one of you have seen, as Moreau enjoyed his new exported cheese. He couldn't stop smiling as he held you close. After today, he truly understood just how willing you were to fight for him.

#moreau x reader #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #salvator moreau headcanon #salvatore moreau

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Happiness in Misery

Summary: Amidst the torture that is the Winter Soldier program, Bucky finds solace in another recruit’s company.

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: Everybody say thank you to @jessalyn-jpeg for beta-reading/crying over this with me

And away, and away we go!

A light clunked on loudly overhead, so bright I had to squint in order to see anything at all. “New recruits to train. C’mon,” was the gruff instruction, followed by the sound of metal clicking and the door of my cell swinging open. “Now!”

Silently I followed the guard through the corridors, knowing better than to ask any questions. Instead I wondered what type of recruits they had gathered this time. And whether or not any of them would survive the process. Useless wondering as I already knew the answer. The recruits were going to be a ragtag round up of hopeful prospects: people who put up a fight when being captured. And they might pass today’s training, but the serum would kill roughly half. And the others would die eventually when they proved to be noncompliant and dangerous. Leaving me to train a new batch of recruits, and the cycle would spin on. Exhausting work, but my compliance meant I lived another day. And I’d survived too much to die in captivity.

The large gymnasium training area had about twenty hopefuls lined up along the back wall, guards scattered strategically throughout the room. But it wasn’t the guards I gave my attention to. Some of the recruitments had more fear in their eyes, some with more fire, but all with the identical cold expression. All but one. A young woman at the end of the line had her lips pulled back in a snarl. The fire in her eyes burned brightly as we locked stares, a low rumble in her throat. Her stature felt too small to bear the weight of such intimidation she was projecting, but I liked it all the same. She reminded me of someone I felt I had known before: a small man with an unwillingness to give up. The details were blurry, and I wasn’t sure if the memory was even real. But it gave me hope nonetheless. Hope that almost caused me to smile at her.

I took up my mark in the middle of the room, standing at attention, waiting for the order to be given. Twenty versus one? This would be a breeze.

A whistle blew, but nobody moved, the twenty people looking around in confusion. “Fight!” came the verbal order.

With hesitance, a few people walked my way, fists raised. Punches thrown half-heartedly were easily blocked as I stayed on the defensive. Only defend until they get the serum. You can take the blows, they can’t, and if you accidentally kill another potential… I suppressed the shiver, refusing to let myself go down that path.

Punches and kicks came with less hesitance. Stronger as the expectation of what to do settled in their minds. Grunts of effort filled the room, along with the occasional scream of agony as a fist collided with metal instead of flesh.

I blocked, ducked, and dodged, receiving a couple of well-placed hits, but I stayed on my feet, my body barely moving from my original mark.

Five minutes ticked by, then ten, each prolonged minute resulting in more recruits sitting down in exhaustion. As fifteen minutes neared, three people were still trying to fight me. But they were getting wiser about it. They started working as a team.

Two of them advanced. The distraction. I defended the advances, scanning around for the third, knowing they were coming but unable to locate them as the other two kept giving me their all. Then, something, or rather someone, came crashing full force into my side, my feet squeaking against the wooden floor at the unexpected hit.

I thought that was it. The one sneak attack just outside of my peripheral. But no. Again, the body slammed into me, the ear-piercing squeak from my boots sliding on the wood emitting around the room again. Then a third attempt that finally knocked me unsteady.

My hand flew out to break my fall, but the body came at me again, full on tackling me to the ground. And because flinging them off, even in defense, would result in trouble for me, I had no choice but to let it happen.

My back hit the ground, the person landing on top of my chest. With a yell, they started hailing punches down on me, their knees driving into my sides. I raised my arms over my face, and tucked my legs, rolling out from under them.

They fell off of me in a huff, and I knew they weren’t ready to give up. Unfortunately for them, I was the quicker one to my feet. Gently, I pressed one of my boots on their chest, getting a good look at the opponent who’d managed to do what many have failed to do. The young woman, her snarl still in place, the growl still in her throat.

She gripped my ankle, trying to push my foot off her. When that didn’t work, she switched to hitting my foot as hard as she could, yelling all the while.

In a simple, but swift motion, I lifted my foot off of her, then pulled her up by the front of her shirt, setting her on her feet. I flickered my gaze over to a guard who nodded, before blowing a whistle.

Knowing they didn’t care for, need, or want my input, I turned to head back to my cell, certain I would see the young woman again very soon.

~~~

“Do you talk at all?” a voice asked me as a tray slammed down across the table from me.

I raised my eyebrows in silent question as the young woman from earlier sat down across from me, fork poised over her dinner as she studied me. Waiting for an answer I never gave.

Each of us took a bite of food, chewing while we studied the other. “Well?” she asked with an impatient eye roll. “Do you not speak English? Hello?” She waved a hand in front of my face. “Earth to Robot Arm. Anyone home?”

“It’s James,” I stated, flatly.

Her eyes flashed in delight. “He speaks!” she marveled. “So… what’s the deal with this place?”

“That’s confidential. You’ll learn on a need to know basis. If you’re lucky.”

“If I’m lucky? Uh-oh. Don’t like the sound of that…”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“Mmm… Is that what you were doing earlier by not fighting back? Doing as you were told?”

“You don’t want to fight me.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

“Yes, I do. You want to survive. And I’m telling you the best way to do that is to follow orders, and keep your mouth shut!” My words were harsh, but I needed her to understand. And I feared I’d already said more than I was ever supposed to.

~~~

The screams of those deemed worthy of moving on to Phase Two sounded through the halls the next morning. Tortured screams of agony as the serum changed them on a molecular level, setting every nerve ending on fire. Panicked screams as it took with some, and wiped out others, no one sure of which category they fell into until it was too late. The burning was otherworldly, but from experience, you wanted the burn. The burn meant you were alive. A test of survival in the cruelest of manners.

The screams lasted all day. The cafeteria held faces covered in haunted exhaustion or sheer terror of the fate that still awaited some. In their faces, I scanned for hers, feeling my heart drop when I couldn’t find her.

“You could have warned me,” her voice said, heavy with exhaustion as she joined me across the table.

I let out my breath in a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?”

“A lot better than them, that’s for sure,” she said, raising a finger to gesture at the screams still echoing throughout the compound.

I nodded, keeping my thought of how she looked better too to myself. She now had a fighter’s body to match her fighter’s spirit, no longer the fragile thing she’d been yesterday.

“You don’t say a lot do you, James?”

“No.”

“Woooow,” she deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sure what your deal is, but I’m not the person you want to make friends with. In fact, I’m about to become your worst nightmare.”

She waved her hands sarcastically. “Oooo, I’m so scared, James. What makes you think I want to be friends with someone who hasn’t even asked me my name yet anyways?”

“It’s not important.”

“Riddle me this. How is it important for you to go out of your way to look for me, and be relieved that I seem to be okay, but that importance doesn’t cross over into knowing my name?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off.

“And don’t bother with some line about how you weren’t looking for me, or care if I’m okay, because we both know that’s a lie. We don’t know each other all that well, but I know damn well that you aren’t asking the others if they’re okay, or looking around worriedly for them. So what gives, James?”

“I care because you’re proving you have what it takes to survive. But learning your name, or anything about you for that matter, is a useless waste of time because unless you listen to what I told you about following orders and keeping your mouth shut, you won’t survive.”

“And why do you care if I survive, or not?”

“Because you remind me of something I think I used to know.”

“Did that person survive? Or am I your sick attempt at a second chance?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know if he was real, or if I made him up.”

“Damn, that’s dark…”

I shrugged. “Just try not to hate me too much when I get my revenge for you knocking me on my ass the other day.”

Her eyes sparkled playfully. “Oh really? You gonna fight back this time?”

“I’m allowed to now.”

~~~

It took a few days for her to learn what I meant. Phase Three happened at a slower pace. Instead of a group fight where I couldn’t do much besides play defensive, Phase Three meant individual hand-to-hand combat. And I wasn’t allowed to hold back.

For them to run their proper tests, and to make sure I was always in top form, Phase Three was spread out over a week, with a fight occurring once a day. But, I knew well enough now that if Phase Three was only a week, it meant that only seven had survived the serum of Phase Two.

I fought her on day four.

Much like the first day, she had a snarl on her lips and fire in her eyes. And she wasted no time in figuring out her newfound strength as she attacked.

Her blows landed harder and with more accuracy as I blocked, waiting for the break I knew was coming to launch my own offensive against her.

My first swing connected with her stomach, and when she hunched, I hit her in the jaw, taking a small pleasure in the way her eyes widened in surprise.

Back and forth we went in a choreographed dance of exchanging hits, the serum putting her on an even playing field with me. And while I had more training, she still had that unwillingness to quit, making us more even-matched than most recruits I’d fought with.

With no one yielding, the guards ordered us apart after a half hour, both of us bloody and bruised, but still with more than enough energy and sheer willpower to keep going.

“If it wasn’t for your fancy arm, I would’ve had you,” she tried to joke later at dinner.

“No you wouldn’t have,” I smirked. “You’re gonna need a lot more training to take me down.”

“I’ve done it once, I can do it again.”

“It took you four tries, and two other people distracting me. And I wasn’t allowed to fight back,” I reminded her. “So keep gloating over that victory, cuz it’s the only one you’re gonna get with me.”

“That’s what you think. But, I think it’s time you learned the name of the girl who’s gonna take you down.”

My eyes went wide. “No, don’t!” I rushed to stop her.

“Y/N,” she said anyway.

“God damn you…”

“Oh, relax. I know your name. What’s the big deal?”

“If you have to ask, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

~~~

Names, along with any personal details, meant attachments. Attachments meant caring. And caring meant getting hurt. And as much as being alone sucked, getting hurt sucked a lot more. Physical pain I was growing accustomed to. But emotional pain? A risk I avoided at all costs.

Thankfully, stubborn streak aside, Y/N appeared to take my advice to heart. When the remaining six of her recruitment class started dropping, I knew she had her suspicions that she wanted to talk with me about. But she didn’t voice them until the evening she walked into the cafeteria and it was just her and me.

“What the hell is this place, James?” she asked me in a whisper. “And I swear if you tell me that’s confidential information, I will bash your head into the table until I see brain matter.”

I snorted at her threat as I glanced around. “The name changes depending on who you ask. The Super Soldier Project. The Winter Soldier Program. The Americans called it Operation Rebirth.”

“Operation Rebirth? That’s what made that Captain America guy. Are you saying we’re him?”

“Yes, and no. America had their version. And Hydra has theirs.”

“Who’s Hydra?”

“We are.”

“And the serum?”

“Made you a super soldier. And Hydra’s going to either make you the perfect obedient soldier. Or they’ll get rid of you.”

“Is that what happened to everyone else? They got…” She slid her thumb across her throat.

I nodded. “If the serum doesn’t kill you, Hydra will.”

“Hasn’t killed you,” she pointed out.

“That’s because I play by their rules.”

“So that’s why.”

“Why what?”

“Why you don’t talk much. And why you’re short with me when you do. It’s a defense mechanism. A useful one, but a defense mechanism all the same.”

“Congratulations, you cracked the code,” I deadpanned, before reaching for the cookie on my tray and handing it to her, “Wanna cookie for being so smart?”

“How about you teach me how to become one of the survivors like you instead?” she asked, taking the small dessert from me anyway.

~~~

Although missions and training were tense under Hydra’s zero tolerance for error expectations, having Y/N around almost made it bearable. Something about misery loving company.

Under Hydra’s eye we became the perfect unit. The compliant assassins. And after the exceptionally tough days, it was nice to have someone to seek comfort in. Gentle reassurances that we’d survive after nightmares plagued our sleep, or after we helped bandage up each other’s wounds in the infirmary after a mission mishap.

Knowing that we weren’t alone in our hellish existence was enough to keep us from going completely mad.

Right up until a mission went wrong. Or maybe it went right.

Y/N was fighting with a red-haired woman, my own focus fully locked on the blonde man with the shield that he kept trying to hurl at my face. A wild swing sent my mask scattering to the ground and when I locked gazes with the man, he paused. Confusion and concern replaced the fighting exertion previously painted on his face. His eyebrows furrowed together. “Bucky?” he asked slowly.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” I asked in equal confusion. Memories of a blonde man similar to the one in front of me flashed through my head in a rapid succession. Memories I never knew were real or not. But as I stared at the man and he continued to stare at me, part of me wondered if maybe the memories were real. More than that, I wanted them to be real. Or at least, I think I wanted them to be real.

An explosion went off, and someone was tugging me forcefully away as the man ducked for cover. “James!” Y/N hissed in my ear as we made a break for it. “What the hell was that?!”

“I- I don’t know,” I told her. “I-I think I know him. Knew him.”

“Well you better forget real fast,” she said, her voice a low warning.

“I know…” I replied, internally wincing at what I knew was coming for having hesitation during a mission.

~~~

I wasn’t sure which was worse. My own painful interrogation session, or listening to hers across the hall, her screams of “No! I don’t know anything! I swear!” filled with more terror than I ever knew a scream could hold.

Leave her alone! I wanted to scream at them. She’s telling the truth! It’s me! It’s my fault! But all I could do was answer their questions as vaguely as I could. I don’t know how the man recognized me. I don’t know if I know him. I was just following orders, I don’t know what happened, but it won’t happen again. I won’t hesitate, they could trust me.

And then try not to scream so loudly myself as electricity shot throughout my body.

~~~

Her face bore the same scratch marks as mine, her eyes holding the same skittish fear, body flinching at every excessively loud sound. My fingers itched to reach out to her. To have the pads of my thumbs soothe the ache in the abrasions, and catch the tears threatening to spill down her face. To allow us each, for even the briefest moment, the chance at vulnerability and weakness. But I swallowed thickly, and with it the urge, forcing my face to remain blank and void. Not in here, James, not in here.

“James…” her voice croaked across the table at me, her eyes even struggling to meet mine.

Quickly I pressed a finger to my lips, scanning around the cafeteria. “Shh. Not here.”

“Hurts, James.”

“I know.”

“Worse than training.”

“I know.”

We ate what we could stomach before slinking off to the barracks. Now that the serum was proving to be working more often than not, we’d gotten a small upgrade. No longer trapped in a cell by myself, I now had an entire barrack to myself. Technically there was a no fraternization rule, but it mostly applied to the new recruits that continued to come in droves, leaving Y/N and I with the closest thing to real privacy we could get in a place like this.

“They didn’t believe me,” she said, taking a seat on one of the bunks. “They know how close you and I are, so they think I knew the man too.”

“I’m sorry…” I said, the bunk creaking as I sat next to her.

“Why did that man think he knew you? And why did he call you Bucky?”

“Do you remember back when we met I said that you reminded me of someone I think I used to know?” I asked in lieu of answering.

“Was that him?”

“I think so… I- Everything about my past life before Hydra is a messy blur. That’s part of the training. Making you forget. Making you unsure of what little you do remember. But if he knew me, then that means that those memories I have are real. And if he’s still around…” I didn’t dare finish my thought. Didn’t dare let myself go down the path of hoping that I could turn the clock backwards. Get my life back. It was useless because I knew better than by now to think there was any chance of getting out of Hydra alive. And it was utterly selfish as I locked gazes with Y/N and she nodded sadly in understanding what I left unsaid.

“If he’s from your past, and he’s still around, that means you have hope,” she voiced it anyway.

“Yeah…”

“Take your chance, James.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? If you have a chance to get your life back, why not take it?”

“Because.”

“Because why?!” she snapped, angry that I appeared to be stupid enough to not risk everything to get the hell out of here.

“Because they’ll kill you! They’ll think you had a hand in it, and they’ll kill you for it! And I’ve worked too damn hard to keep you alive, so you’re not dying because of me, understand?!” matching her anger at her not understanding that I couldn’t leave her behind. That I didn’t want to leave her behind.

“Coward,” she spat in my face.

I rose to my feet, towering over her. “Coward?! I’m the reason you’re still alive, but I’m the coward for wanting to keep you that way?!”

“Yes!” she shouted, glaring up at me as she stabbed a finger into my chest. “You trained me. Not them. So do it! Take your chance! And let them try to kill me. But something tells me that they won’t want to do that.”

“Oh, and why’s that?”

“Because I’m stronger than them for one. And for two, it would be a stupid waste for them to lose not one, but two super soldiers.”

“That’s a stupid gamble.”

“Take your chance, James, and we’re both free.”

“Both of us can’t get free at the same time.”

“I know. So just come back for me, okay? Take your chance. Then come back. Be my hope, like this man is yours. And we can handle whatever comes after that.”

She spoke with such certainty that I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that getting out would be worth whatever potential consequences would surely follow. I wanted hope. And what really were the consequences? We both already knew what Hydra was capable of. We already lived in a situation that was worse than death. A life lived constantly on edge, wary of every move we made. So maybe it really wasn’t that stupid of a gamble after all. “Okay,” I promised. “Okay.”

~~~

It turned out that getting free meant a lot of isolation, which I was already used to, so it wasn’t that much of an adjustment. Well, isolation within reason I should say. I had to stay low, off the radar. But I wasn’t alone. I had the blonde man. Steve. His name was Steve. And we’d been close friends before. And he helped me make sense of the muddled memories of my past, like slowly putting together a puzzle where all the pieces were one color, impossible to differentiate one from the other. And he had his friends, the Avengers they called themselves. And they helped me too where they could, breaking down the mental blocks Hydra had instilled in me.

But the fear lingered. Not so much that Hydra would eliminate me once they found me. If they found me. But fear for Y/N. Fear for what she had to suffer through for the cost of my freedom. Fear that I wouldn’t be able to hold up my end of the promise of being her hope of getting out. A fear that ate away at me every day I was cooped up in the Avengers headquarters.

And then, one morning a newspaper was slammed down in front of me. “What is this?” Steve asked, his tone somehow both demanding and soft.

I looked down at the article. A headline about a recent attack on the UN. A grainy black and white photo of the building in flames, and a blurred image of a person slinking away amongst the chaos. But even though the person was blurred, I could make out what they were wearing because I’d worn it myself for so many years.

For a moment, panic made my chest tighten. Had I? No… I couldn’t have… Could I? No. No, it had to be her. There was no way it could have been me.

“Buck,” Steve prompted, his arms crossed as he waited for an answer.

“I- I don’t know. I didn’t do it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I know you didn’t do it. But word on the street is that it's related to Hydra.”

“Okay,” I said, not sure what kind of answer he was looking for.

He sighed. “There’s only so much we know about Hydra. But you…”

There it was. The reason he was bringing this to my attention. Not to accuse me. But so that I would provide the much needed intel as the resident Hydra expert. Unfortunately, I didn’t have an answer he was going to like. “They never told us anything. They gave us the target, and we carried out the mission. Ready to comply…” I clicked my tongue in my cheek with disdain, shuddering at the bad taste that the last three words left in my mouth.

He pointed a finger at the blurred person. “But do you know how many others like you are out there? How many are under Hydra’s control?”

“Just me and her. They keep trying to make more. Waves and waves of people. But nobody lasts long. They kept me out of necessity. They kept her because I trained her to be a necessity as well.”

“So bringing her down is…”

“Not an option unless you involve me.”

“But if we get her, we get Hydra.”

“Yes. But trust me, you can’t get her without me. She won’t let you, for one thing. And for another, I won’t let you.” Unless I was the one standing in front of her, she’d kill anyone in her path because that’s what she'd been trained to do. It’s what kept her useful to them. And hell, even if it was me standing in front of me only guaranteed that I’d be on the receiving end of her skills. But I had the advantage of knowing her moves before she made them. After all, they were my moves.

“No,” he shook his head. “No. You tell us everything we need to know about how to bring her in, but you’re not on this mission, Buck. We’re not risking having you near Hydra.”

“Then you don’t have a mission.”

“This isn’t the time for threats, Buck. This is serious.”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m telling you the facts. If I am not on that mission with you, she will treat you like a target for her own protection against Hydra. And you do not want to be a target. Bring me on the mission. We get her. We take down Hydra. It’s that simple.”

He sighed, his face contorting in deep concern and worry. “It’s a huge risk… you being near Hydra.”

“It is,” I agreed. No point in disputing the obvious. “But here’s the thing. Hydra taught me how to do a lot of things undetected.”

He sighed again. “I’m not sure how well I like this plan. But I’m gonna trust you on this. We all are.”

~~~

“If you find her, tell me,” I directed with authority. “Nobody engages with her, but me. Understood?”

There were nods and murmurs of agreement. The memory of fighting me was still fresh in their minds, none of them were overly eager to engage with another super soldier of my caliber again if they didn’t have to. And Y/N wouldn’t hesitate like I had. I’d be lucky if she pulled her punches, but I wasn’t counting on it. She didn’t know we were coming. And she couldn’t give Hydra the slightest inkling that she was pulling a fast one on them once I located her. It was a delicate balance of using the skills Hydra had drilled into me against them.

Perhaps lucky for all of us, they didn’t really know what or who to look for, whereas I did.

I noticed the shadow well before anyone else, slinking away to catch her off guard. I crept quietly up behind her, and as I reached out to grab her, she whirled around, a knife burying into my side. I hissed through my teeth, not having expected that at all, and pulled the blade free, letting it clatter to the ground as we locked gazes, her eyes wide as she took me in.

I nodded in answer at the question she didn’t dare ask, pressing a finger to my lips.

Her eyes flickered to the small bloom of blood that was darkening my shirt, and when she raised her eyes again to meet mine, I thought she might look apologetic. But all she did was smile sinisterly at me.

Alright, game on, I thought. “Initiate plan,” I spoke into my earpiece, as I dodged the punch she delivered my way.

The plan was a diversion so Y/N could disappear with me under Hydra’s radar, preferably before we had to actually hurt the other, current knife wound aside.

It was like deja vu of our first meeting, her attacking and me playing defense. The only difference this time was that when her blows did land, the hit was rather painful, especially when she targeted her hits to my weakened side.

I took it all in stride, blocking and dodging the best I could against her as I waited for the diversion I knew was coming.

When the building went pitch black, I struck out, knocking her own comm system out of her ear and stomping on it forcefully, listening to the crunch of it under my boot. “Move!” I barked, grabbing her arm.

I dragged her along for a few steps before she found her footing, her stride matching mine quickly as we made our escape. I knew she wanted to say something, but I shook my head sharply. There were still risks that Hydra was listening somehow, even if I’d broken the main way of connection to her.

Through a tangled maze of hallways, I navigated our way through the dark to the getaway car, the van doors pulling open welcoming us. I shoved her in ahead of me, sparing a glance behind before I jumped in after her.

Aside from the sound of us catching our breath, the van was silent as the driver peeled out, and headed back to headquarters.

Then, as reality settled in that the mission had gone off exactly as planned, Y/N threw herself across the bench seat, crashing into me.

“Ow…” I wheezed, as she held me in a vice grip hug.

She immediately let go, sliding across the seat away from me. “James…” she said, her voice a tremble of a whisper.

I nodded, opening my arms for her to fall back into. “It’s over,” I soothed, relishing in the feeling of holding her against me. “It’s all over. We’re safe.”

“Oh, James,” she wept, her fingers softly grazing over my injured side.

“Shh, don’t worry about that. It’s over. We’re safe. I’ve got you.”

~~~

I wish I could say that getting Y/N out of Hydra meant that all our problems went away. But that wasn’t the case. Because what came with the fallout of bringing down Hydra was having to figure out what to do with not one, but two super assassins with a crime record a mile wide. Words of “pardons” and “life-sentences” were thrown around. There was also the concern that even though Hydra had been brought down, that they could resurface in the future, and would go to any length to recapture what they had lost. And they could do it too. They caught me twice before, and her once. How hard could it be to do it again?

It was very much the conundrum of winning the battle while the larger war still raged on. And when they started the circle of fighting over options for the millionth time in an hour, I snapped.

My hands slammed down on the table in the conference room, startling everyone. “Shut up!” I hissed. “Shut up with your pardons, or ideas of serving time! Shut up with your Hydra worries! Just shut up!”

“Buck-” Steve started.

“No!” I thundered, rising to my feet. “The only people who can protect me and Y/N, are me and Y/N! We know what it takes to survive Hydra! So just… Don’t worry about her and me. I got it covered.”

“Buck-” Steve tried again.

“No,” I shook my head. “Look, I’m grateful for all the help. But we’re not a problem you guys need to solve.”

“Well,” Tony cleared his throat matter-of-factly. “Most of us live in the facility here. Accommodations. Easy to track each other down when we need to. Security.”

I smiled wryly at the man. He was as egotistical as his father had been, but he was a man of action over words, and wasn’t big on emotions, which was something I could both respect and relate to. No sense in being sentimental about things that didn’t require sentiment. Words of thanks were on my tongue, when a scream echoed through the building.

While they all looked around at each other with more startled expressions, wondering who had screamed and from where, I took off at a run.

I burst into the room she was in, finding her curled up as tight as she could be, eyes frantic as she cowered in the corner of the room. “Y/N…” I said softly, feeling my heart crack in my chest. Electricity shooting through my body was less painful than seeing her scared, because I knew how hard she always fought to not let that part of her show. As much as I liked to think she’d survived everything because I’d been there to ensure it, that was only half of the truth. She’d set the world on fire before daring to admit that she was scared. And this now made it the third time I’d seen her this terrified, and all I wanted was to set the world on fire for her. Make everyone pay for any ounce of hurt she’d ever endured.

“James?” A broken sob of uncertainty.

I nodded, taking a slow step forward. “It’s me. I’m here.”

“Where are we?”

“With the Avengers.”

“No more Hydra?”

“No more Hydra.”

Her lower lip trembled, a rogue tear sliding down her face. “You came back?”

I smiled, taking quicker and longer strides now across the room, closing the distance between us. Always too much distance. “I promised you I would,” I said, sitting down next to her.

“You don’t know how hard it was without you… What they did when they realized you were gone…” Her breathing sped up as the tears spilled faster.

“Shh,” I soothed, pulling her into my arms, much like I had in the drive over here. “Nobody’s ever gonna hurt us again, okay? I’ll keep you safe. Always. We’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

We sat like that for a while, me rubbing at her back as she calmed down and slowly relaxed her body against mine. And then I felt laughter bubbling up in my chest, and before I could stop it, both of our bodies started shaking with the force of my laughter. “What are you laughing about?” she asked with her own giggle.

“I just-” I wheezed, fighting to get the words out as I tried to stop laughing. “It’s just…” I took a large intake of breath to steady myself. “Oh, man… Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be able to do this?” I asked, meaning me holding her, but I didn’t wait for an answer, the words spilling from my lips. “I- I was alone for so long. I got used to not caring about people, and not being cared about. Used to turning off that emotional part of me. But every time I tried to push you away, you pushed back even harder. And… God… you ruined me. You absolutely ruined me.”

“You don’t sound that angry about it,” she said, her fingers resting gently against my chest that heaved with each half chuckle of breath I took.

“I’m not. You’re the first person I cared about after Steve. You were the only person I cared about when I was the worst version of myself. And I- The lengths I would go through to make sure you’re safe. The lengths I have gone through, and will always go through for you… I just… You mean a lot to me, and I hope you know that even if I don’t always have the words to say it directly.”

“I love you too, James.”

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