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mlm-writer · 2 years

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Piss Paladin (Wade Wilson x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x FtM Reader For the pride prompt: FtM reader learning to pee standing up, failing miserably, getting anxious and then getting help from their lovely AMAB partner Rating: Mature Words: 1321 POV: Second Summary: Wade got you an STP and you can now finally pee while standing up. Easier said than doen tho. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. Reader has not undergone bottom surgery, but everything else from HRT to top surgery is up to you. Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort sort of, domestic fluff, established relationship, we all know Wade is a horndog oh and he also breaks the 4th wall

“Babey!” Your boyfriend was as loud as ever, as he barged through the front door. Well, it was technically his apartment, so he was allowed. You looked up from your phone and shifted on the couch, bare legs no longer folded over. You tugged your shorts down, so they were no longer giving you a wedgie. Eyes narrowed at Wade, when he got a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. “I got you something,” he practically sang, approaching you with the glass and a package held behind his back. You were more confused by the glass of water to be honest. Wade was not one to hydrate voluntarily. “But - and that’s a big butt - you first need to drink this.”

You let out a scoff and took the glass he held out for you. Wade had weirder antics, so you did not question him. You wished he had picked a smaller glass though. It took you a moment, before you had consumed its entire contents. Wade made in the meantime three jokes about swallowing and being so good at it. One time you laughed accidentally and almost choked, which triggered a choking joke or two.

When you finally put the empty glass onto the already-full coffee table, he handed you the package. You raised a brow at him and took the package, ripping off the top while looking him dead in the eyes. “This better not be another strap-on, Wade. We already have enough.”

“Well this one you can use for multiple things.” You sighed and pulled the bubble wrap out of the box, then frowned at the hollow strap-on you found inside. It was limp and did not seem good for fucking at all. Then it clicked. You gasped and turned to your boyfriend hanging off the back of the couch.

“No way!” “Yes way!” “Wade!”

You jumped and hugged him, slapping him in the face with your new dick. “Ho there fella, might want to wait with slapping me in the face with that thing until I’m on my knees.” You were giddy with excitement and took the glass off the table to fill it with more water, chugging it as if you’ve been in the desert. “It is for pack, pee and play, but I guess the first thing you want to do is pee while standing up?”

You nodded. “Honestly, it is the best part of having a dick if you ask me.” You fished the harness out of the box and started placing your cock inside in various ways, until Wade grabbed the manual and helped you with sticking things in the right hole.

“Well then let’s get you in this thing, go to the park and find you a nice little tree.” You wiggled out of your pants and underwear. Then tried to put the harness with the STP in it up, only to find out that it was rather tricky.

“Maybe first try the toilet?” You suggested, as you moved the silicone around until it was comfortable. You then pulled the underwear back over it and your shorts. You wiggled around and reached into your underwear to find a comfortable position for the dick. “Where do you leave the shaft?” You complained.

“You’re boring,” Wade sighed playfully. He nearly giggled like a schoolgirl as he watched you struggle. “Well I just leave it parallel to my right leg, but you can also do it to the left.” You followed his instructions and then stared at your bulge. “Damn baby boy, you are packing,” Wade exclaimed as he stared at your crotch with you.

“Is it too obvious?” He shook his head. You read the manual to figure out what else came with the penis, while you waited for mother nature to make her call. When you finally felt it, you jumped up from the couch to go to the bathroom.

“Go my piss paladin! My golden shower champion! My urine conqueror! My…” “Shut up, Wade!” “Hey don’t blame me! We are over 650 words in and the readers still haven’t gotten what they came for!”

You rolled your eyes and then closed the bathroom door behind you without locking it. Excitement coursed through your veins, but as you stood above the toilet, seat up and silicone dick in hand, nothing came out of you. As if your body was saying ‘we need to sit down to piss’. So you stood there a good minute or two… or three… Eventually Wade was knocking on the door. “You know, it is supposed to be quicker,” he called from outside the door. You tried to force something out again, but not even a drip left you.

“Urgh, it won’t work!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot and zipping your pants back up. You heard Wade come in, but did not look at him. “I just… I can’t do it!” You felt Wade approach from behind and then his arms were around you.

“Yes you can, my piss paladin. Come on, let’s zip those pants down.” Wade pushed everything down to your ankles. “You’re just having a mental block so let’s try this a bit more like you’re used to. Bend the knees, rest that pretty butt on me, yes just like that.” You were sort of leaned forward with your butt on Wade’s knees slash thighs. Wade had his hands on your hips, steadying you. “Ok now close your eyes and breathe. Once you let go, everything will just flow.”

It took you a good minute more, but with Wade keeping you calm and reminding you that one step at a time was fine, you eventually succeeded. When the dam finally overflowed, it was a relief like nothing else. The sound of piss landing in the toilet water had never before triggered so much relief and happiness. You and Wade were cheering like you just won the jackpot.

However, victory did not last long, as you felt a warm stream trickling down your leg. “Oh shit,” you exclaimed as you tried to stop yourself from filling the overflowing penis even more. The idea was great, but the execution was not as smooth as you had envisioned.

“Keep calm, king, this is fine,” you heard Wade say behind you, but piss was trickling down your leg and you could not really stop yourself mid-way. It felt like it was just coming and coming. By the time the STP was empty, you just stared down at it with absolute horror, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, baby, I pissed all over you. Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You felt like crying. The entire vicinity was stinking and covered in yellow fluid. You heard Wade talking, but you were frozen in place and your ears had stopped working.

Wade turned you around roughly, but you closed your eyes, unable to look at him. You pissed on him for fuck’s sake. “Hey, my handsome piss paladin, look at me. Come on, open those beautiful eyes… there you go. It’s all right.”

He smiled at you reassuringly, but you had tears pricking in your eyes and you could feel the distress everywhere in your body. “It’s not all right, Wade, I pissed on you.”

“And I don’t care! Really! Look! Look here!” You followed his pointed finger to where you saw the stain on his pants and… a boner. Seeing it made you chuckle.

“Really, dipshit? A piss kink?” He chuckled with you and reached past you to grab the roll of toilet paper.

“Don’t blame me, you’re the one who is hot no matter what… just like your pee.” He whispered the last part, making you laugh again. Wade handed you some TP, but you refused, telling him a shower was going to be a better idea. He agreed and then joined you under another warm stream.

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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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It's finally time for the start of the season

Hello again, my darlings!

As I said on my previous post, just in case you didn't read it, I'm gonna write about the pressers from Thursday and all Free Practice sessions in one post and Quali and the race in another, I'll see if it's dynamic enough. No idea if it'll be any good but anyway, I'll section the posts with subheadings so that if we want to read a specific part, it'll be easier to find.

I forgot to mention yesterday, that I LOVED LOVED LOVED that Susie Wolff has been appointed the Managing Director of the F1 Academy. I'm so happy for her. I did mention last week that I'd hoped for her to be the new Williams Team Principal, but this is even better. She's gonna make this challenge her baby and she's gonna crush it. I'm sure of it.

After all that, here we go.

Press conference - Thursday

The press conference format has finally changed, the sofa's back and it looks more relaxed maybe? I like it better tbh.

Alonso's hair definitely has a life of its own 🤣 this man is insane, honestly. It must be the Aston Martin effect, but we'll have to see if they finally flop or what.

Nico talking about his talks with Kevin and their renewed relationship is actually funny to me. I'm expecting violence in Haas again. I'm truly waiting for the downfall of Haas from within to happen. I feel sorry for the boys but not for Haas 😗

I think Nyck is super cute, he looks like a kid even if he's closer to my age than most of the other drivers on the grid. But after last year I expect good things from him and I'm excited for him to do good.

I still don't care about Piastri, I don't even like the way he talks. And no, it's not due to the Daniel thing, it's just I don't get a good vibe from him, there's something about him that I don't like at all. And Logan looks like a nice fella, we'll have to see. Typical American by the way he speaks, no doubt, but I hope he's once of the nice ones. He does look like one, at least for now.

I don't care what people say, but I love how George speaks, he's so sensible and eloquent. Plus, his accent is top tier and it makes everything sound so smooth. Anywho, I hope the Merc boys have the car they deserve this year and that it's not just looks 🥲

Sharl being unintentionally funny as usual is the best part of this. He's right though about them and all the other teams not showing everything they got during testing, which is why I'm both hopeful and terrified about the reality check I might get hit with in the face this weekend.

It's weird seeing Pierre rocking the Alpine team gear. He looks more relaxed maybe, or it might just be my impression.

Free Practice 1 - Friday

Okay, so not much going on really in general. Just as expected, kind of. Aston Martin is doing quite well, which after testing was in the cards so, we'll have to see whether it's something that eventually will just stop or it'll just stay the same or even improve. This proves that, as my friend Marina says, Seb's eternal debriefings were worth it. Damn it Seb, and you had to leave before it started paying off?! I miss you, please come back 🥲

Other than the green surprise at the moment, the rest looks kind of the same as last year, more or less. Hopefully, Mercedes won't look the same because otherwise I don't know what hope there will be left. Lewis has had a few good times, so I have a little hope so far, hope I'm not wrong in the end.

I'm actually quite surprised with Lance, because he's driving after having surgery on his hands which is insane to me, and he's doing a fantastic job too. No, we won't tolerate Lance slander on this page, WE STAN LANCE. With that said, I'm sorry but I need AM to flop.

McLaren flopping is my new mood. I'm honestly happy about it, I hope it gets worse. I might not be quite the good person for this, but they deserve the worst. I said what I said.

Carlos scraped the floor of his car and had a near miss that I think I speak for everyone, none of us expected.

Other than that, I don't have much else to say until FP2, so let's see what the afternoon brings us.

Free Practice 2 - Friday

What the hell is going on with Aston Martin? No, seriously, what have they fed them now? Jesus, that shit is crazy.

I mean, this session has been insane. Lance making P1 and Nico P2 was like a fantasy to watch and then comes Alonso and takes P1 and owns the session basically. It wasn't unexpected after FP1, but come on.

I still find it incredible that Lance could drive at all, honestly. I've seen that he was having trouble with his hands but I mean... That shows the kind of person/driver he truly is.

Other than this, we'll have to see what tomorrow brings, literally.

Free Practice 3 - Saturday

Afternoon folks, finally Saturday!

I'm seeing Lewis set purple sectors and getting P1 as I type which is giving me major hope, and I'm scared. I NEED THIS TO BE FOR REAL ALL SEASON.

Not much going on in general, so I'm gonna take the chance to comment on something I didn't say yesterday watching the rest of the sessions.

So, I truly like Lance. He's a menace and he's underappreciated and underrated, in my opinion. That said, I don't understand how the FIA have allowed him to drive this weekend. I mean, you can see he has trouble with his right hand specifically, what if he had an accident or he had trouble steering during the race and crashed against another driver? How would he get out of the car if he needed to do it quickly? He's truly doing a fantastic job especially given the circumstances but... I would've understood better if he had come back for Jeddah instead of Bahrain. Plus, we know our little buddy loves war crimes as much as Alonso does, so it's not truly safe for him to be driving.

And, on the other hand (pun intended), we see the FIA's "concern" about Lewis' piercings. Are you kidding me? A grown ass man who has made HIS CHOICE about the matter apart from having a medical recommendation for him not to take his piercings out all the time because it's not good. Anyone who has piercings or knows anything about them knows about the materials being mostly safe for a tone of situations and about the problems of changing or removing them and putting them back on repeatedly in a short period of time.

A choice btw about something that ONLY affects HIM if anything were to happen. You know what that's called? Targeting, discriminating and, therefore, racism. Plainly because he's the only (black) driver been chased about this. Have Checo or Kevin stopped wearing their wedding bands while driving? Has Pierre stopped wearing his cross necklace during the races? It's just a few examples, and I don't think that they should follow this rule just now if they're aware of the risks and it's their choice to take the risk. But have they been pursued about any of this? Nope. Just the one person.

Back to the topic, Alonso crushing it again today, but it's good news that Lewis and George are there for now too. They're doing good, so we'll have to see how this goes in the end.

How fantastic would it be to just see Alonso and Sid the Sloth battling at the top and eliminating each other for not backing down? Because I think we all know Verstappen doesn't move because he doesn't know how to overtake, but we also know that if Alonso were given the chance to fight for Top 3, he would not move and he'd kick his grandma if need be.

Anyway, it's been nice to see the cars go vroom vroom again. We'll have to see the reality during Quali and the Race. Let's hope for the actual good stuff.

Peace out!

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 3 years

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New Beginnings

Will halstead x nurse!reader

Summary: you find out your pregnant surprising you and Will.

a/n: i literally can't stop crushing on fictional characters. This is based on the episode where April is pushed by that one guy but this happens to the reader, so yeah. Also slight inspiration from the office when Jim and Pam find out they are expecting. Hope you enjoy it! also I want to make a part two but I'm not sure lol :)

You and Will being together was a bet everyone was a part of these days. You two just had something, but you two being so oblivious had no idea. You were a great team in the ed, knowing all of his moves, and treatment plans. You were his secondhand and he couldn't be more grateful. He of course started to grow feelings for you quite fast. He just couldn't handle how smart you were and of course beautiful.

“She likes you too,” Maggie said as Will frowned, “what?” he asked as she giggled, “you know what i'm talkin about. Everyone sees how you look at her, just ask her out.” she said as he shook his head, “oh no, i'm not doing that. You don't even know if she does like me.” he said as Maggie laughed, “aha so you do like her! Finally took me months to get it out of you,” She said as Will tried to hide his smile as he nodded “okay yeah, fine i do like her, but we are colleagues, it wouldn't work out.” he said as Maggie shrugged, “you never know if you don't try.” she said walking away and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

There were moments where you two would join forces and figure out what was going on with patients. It almost looked like there were two doctors, you had a lot of knowledge in your head, sometimes you even forgot you were just a nurse.

“How do you know all this? You're smarter than me.” he said as you giggled “i just read a lot, Will, also not to brag but i was at the the top of my class. They were even surprised when it told them i would be a nurse, said i would excel in surgery.'' you said as he smiled, “well you would. Me and you make a pretty great team.” he said as you giggled getting back to your diagnosis.

These feelings he had for you of course had developed in you as well. You probably felt something for him the first time Maggie introduced you to him. You were slightly nervous, which was so obvious to Maggie. April was also in on it too, wanting you to just tell him what you were feeling.

“You know your crushes are better than the tv drama I am watching.” April said as you frowned looking at her, “what?” you asked as she giggled, “don’t play dumb with me, you like Will.” she said as you shook your head and began to blush, “no i don't, we are just friends.” you said as she shrugged, “if you say so, but i see the way he looks at you. He always chooses you to help him with patients.” she said as you sighed, “that's not true, i help Ethan too, and corner. I alternate all the time.” you said as she pulled out a tally of the times he asked you to help.

“Explain this, you can't say it's nothing because it's dated too,” she said as you laughed looking at her as if she was serious, “April, are you a nurse or a stalker.” you said as she laughed, “I'm serious, you should just tell him how you feel. He likes you back and I know it.” she said as you looked at her, “how do you know?” you said as she shook her head, “not saying, just do it.'' she said as Ethan called her over as you were left with all the tools in hand.

Months later Will had asked you out and you said yes of course. One date had turned into two, and well you were now 1 year into your relationship. Of course Maggie and April had no idea of this. You were surprisingly very secretive. They had no idea about you, nor did they suspect anything. You two did your own thing in the hospital and once you got to your apartment your hands were on one another after a day of no touching.

Once you enter your apartment, his hands were all over you as he brought you lips onto his. You smiled as you placed your hands on his hair, missing how soft it was. He missed your touch, he was so deprived. You were the only thing that kept him alive as he would like to say. Barely making it to the kitchen he placed you on the kitchen counter as you legs were on his waist as he took your shirt off and kissed you some more. He knew all your soft spots. His touch made you feel safe, no matter what. You took his shirt off as he kissed you some more as he took you to the shower, where you two caught up with the eachothers touch that you couldn't feel when working, not even a hug or kiss.

As you walked into the ed alone, Maggie had looked at you weirdly, you looked over at her and touched your face, “what is something on my face?” you asked as she shook her head, “no, you just look a little pale, you okay?” She asked as you nodded, “I feel fine, I was a little nause this morning, but I'm okay.” you said as she nodded “okay, you sure?” she asked as you nodded. You headed over to patients making sure they were all okay and stable and had everything they needed.

Just then two guys walking in caught your attention and Will’s as well, “y/n you busy?” he asked as you headed over, “I'm with you.'' you said as you were putting gloves on to see blood on the guy as you headed to treatment three.

“Alright fellas, im dr. halstead, follow me.” he said as the guy spoke, “don’t need this.” he said very slurred as the friend answered, “hey, just let him take a look.” he said as you turned around motioning him in, “im fine,” he said as you spoke, “alright come on, let's get you on this bed.” you said as he replied, “no, no, just wanna go home.” he said as he sat on the bed, “okay what happened,” Will asked as the friend answered, “we went out to party after the game, and he sees these cards fans..” he said as the guy on the bed answered, “douchebags wearing a ‘cubs suck’ shirt. Yet we won. How could we suck douchebag?” he said getting up from the bed as you placed him back, “sir sit down.'' you said as he was back on the bed and got up again, “stay on the bed.'' you said as he turned to you, “let me go!” he said as he pushed you to the side as you hit the door on your abdomen, Will quickly gave orders to the friend and to security, and was quick by your side, “you alright y/n?” He said seeing your face for any expression as all you could do was nod and bring air back into your lungs.

“Give him five of haldol.” he said as he picked you up and took you two treatment 2 so he made sure you were all fine.

“Your lungs are fine,” he said as you sighed, “okay, can i get back to work?” you said as Miss Goodwin, Maggie and April were there just to be sure you were fine, “just hold on.” Miss Goodwin said as he was examining you some more.

“Will, I'm fine.'' you said as he pushed around your abdomen, “does it hurt here?” he said as you flinched, “ow,” you said as he smiled, “okay on a scale from one to ten how bad was the pain?” he asked as you spoke softly, “three?” You said as April spoke, “That means it's seven or eight.” She said as you rolled your eyes, “I'm fine, really.”

“You're probably okay, but i would like to get a chest x-ray to be safe.” he said as you shook your head, “no way.'' you said as he became serious, “y/n, you have some pain and tenderness. A broken rib could have punctured your liver or your lung, I want to make sure you don't have a pneumothorax.'' he said as you scoffed looking over at the girls, “y/n, we don't want to see you wheeled back here in a gurney.'' Maggie said as you spoke, “guys I'm fine, you are all over acting a bit.'' you said they all eventually convinced you to do it along with some tests of course to rule out everything else that could be bad.

With your x-ray, nothing bad was seen, but Will being very cautious placed the tests in order as he waited with you. Luckly the curtain covered you two so he laid on the bed nearby, he was very worried you could tell, “Will...honey, I'm okay. The x-ray showed nothing, so it's probably nothing.” you said as he nodded “well if it's nothing, there is no harm in doing tests. I just want you to be okay.” he said as his voice grew shaky, “Will I’m not going anywhere okay? I'm here. I'm healthy.” you said as he nodded. “Yeah I know.” he said as you wiped his tears away and kissed him, “i'm here for the long haul.” you said as he smiled.

Minutes later, Natalie was back with your tests along with ob, “hey y/n, so your tests look well, nothing is wrong, however we do have some good news for you.'' she said as you frowned, “okay, why is ob with you?” you said as natalie looked at you with a smile, “well that's the good news, you are 5 weeks pregnant. Congratulations,” she said as you grew shocked, eyes widened as you smiled, “woah, really? I- um, i don't know what to say.'' you said as she smiled, “well i'm hopeful this is good news, did you want to call the father? she asked as you looked over at Will who was shocked as well.

“Uh well, actually he is in this room, he's just shocked as i am.'' you said as natalie gasped along with the ob. You weren’t sure if Will wanted kids this early in your relationship, so this was a surprise to the both of you. He then began to worry wondering if the hit you took hurt you more than it should.

“Is she okay? Are they okay? It's just they both took a hit, she got pushed and hurt her abdomen.” Will said as Natalie nodded, “well that's what we are hoping to see. There is nothing that indicates, but we wanna do an ultrasound to be sure,” she said as you both nodded.

As they showed you your small creation you were both in awe, Will was probably more excited seeing that you were pregnant. And of course now your relationship was public.

“Everything is fine, the fetus is well, and the placenta seems to be great. I'm so happy for you guys! We will give you guys some space, congratulations again!” she said as her and the ob left giving you time to process this.

Will sat beside you as he placed his hands on his face and gave your knuckles a kiss. He was filled with joy. You were having a baby, his baby.

“You okay Will?” you asked as he nodded, “yeah, i'm just, i'm gonna be a dad.” he said softly as you nodded, “yeah you are, sorry i worried you.'' you said as he shook his head, “no, the good thing is that you are both fine. y/n, you have no idea how happy i am.'' you said as you smiled as you placed his hand on your belly that would soon blossom.

“I'm happy, over the moon to be exact. I just, when she said that i worried, since maybe it's too soon.'' you said as he shook his head, “no, it's not too soon. This is our timing. Might be in the wrong order, but don't worry, I'll put that ring on your finger soon.'' you said as you blushed playfully slapping him, “im serious honey, before you know it you'll be Y/n Halstead.'' you said as you smiled, “does have a nice ring to it.'' you said as you kissed him and from afar, Maggie and the others were all happy. Maggie, being the winner of the bet, had been collecting her money. She knew it the whole time. There was no doubt you two were in love. So in love that you were starting a new life with one another. It was meant to be.

#chicago med imagines #chicago med #will halstead imagine #will halstead imagines

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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Scarface was too fucking boring, didn't make it past chapter 3, but that's good, because that means Baki-Dou time 😍

Time to read the fourth book in this series! Excited to see Musashi <3

Chapter 1

COLORS

Baki please stop flexing

A FELLA SAYING THE SAME I SAID WHEN YUJIRO PULLED HIS SOB STORY, FR GO TRY SOMETHING ELSE! What happened with that whole "i don't care about fighting" eh Baki?!

Chapter 2

HOHO ALI JR???

ah no :/

HOLY FUCK is this quality bad!

He wants to taste defeat i see

TOKUGAWA PLEASE STOP SMOKING

Oh they removed the... Egg in the back of the neck, nice

God this guy's tits so fat 🥵

FINALLYYY HOW LONG SINCE WE SAW A FIGHT IN THE ARENA? A PROPER FIGHT I MEAN

Chapter 3

He doesn't even know 🐍

DON'T BRING THAT FELLA HERE RETSU KICKED HIS ASS IN TIME. RECORD

Oh i saw fanart of this scene

Baki, it's your fault that you are bored, you fucking teen

This shit boring ME

Chapter 4

Oh, goroukou is a title

I like how the prime minister is becoming a recurrent character

I thought he said babe for a sec-

That little "oh~" is a bit sus, are the old men... No, it can't be 😳😳😳

I'm fucking choking fuck

GOD ALMOST READ THAT AS JOHN CENA 😭

"yes <3"

These ppl never learn

Chapter 5

What a way to go, a la gamzee /j

This dude so weird lmao

FAHDGAHDH king

Dude he has huge round eyes tf you talking bout?

IGDUFSUEASEUURSS he's such a freakkk 😭😭😭

This is the most wtf thing Baki has pulled, remember when this was about fighters fighting? I don't know enough about science for this shit either man

Okay so their hug wasn't Tokugawa being touchy like he is, this guy is even worse, se juntaron el hambre y las ganas de comer HSHAFSFG

Chapter 6

Baki's dead

Katsumi about to kill get killed by my grandpa i see

ALSO KATSUMI OG HAIR WOOO

Katsumi bro don't be so happy over nearly killing him-

I love seeing him get better tho

Uwaadgsgsjdga 😍😳🤤 twisting my hair irl,,, 🥴

Finally Motobe remembered he was a character here 😐

FSGSHDAHDA KOSHO PLS

I LOVE that they got dark lips again

IM SORRY GOUKI HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE?! LTDKFsjyrd 😭

Jack's scar looks cool ngl

Retsu living the good life lmao

AND HOW DO YOU KNOW, GRANDPA?

Hana just doesn't care, smartest Baki character lmao

Idk what they talking bout but good for em <3

Cum basement

Chapter 7

SHOW US MUSASHI'S COCK

Obsessed he thought his heart was failing 😭

Dude you can just hear the heart beat of your friends/opponents just like that? 🤨

Notice Gaia in the top left 🥴

WHY CAN HE RECOGNIZE EACH OF THEIR HEARTBEATS AAHSGA

Thick 🥵

Unironically built different

Chronic back pain if you ask me, that's how I stand to relieve my agony

Did. Did you just call him a femb-

STOP SHOWING ME PANELS FROM VAGAMOND

I love John sm lmao

Mr Musashi has 2 (3?) dads

Chapter 8

HAIRY LEGS 🥴

Those things look like boobs

Bet you would know eh SHAFADB

They jerked off the mummy?

Reminds me of eye surgery

AFjshAFDGAJAHAF

Mf came out the tube ripped af 😭

Chapter 9

Everyone is so feminine lately good ol Kureha fell behind 😭

I like his bandana tho it's cute

OH HE TOO? AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT STRONG

Fat tits 🥴

Eheojeudkshs 😖😳👉👈

JACK STOP YOU ARE BIG ENOUGH ALREADY

HOLY FUCK

You know like i understand Baki, he is at the highest he can be rn, NO ONE can defeat him, but the rest? Like c'mon y'all just beat each other up or something

Ah, the miracle of birth 😍

Chapter 10

I love how all these two do is hang out together in bars, boybosses

TF IS UP WITH THAT ICE? AHDHS

I love what they have

Hana thinking of getting his 4 limbs broken again i see

WOOO!! Nice cock Mr Musashi 😳

HANAYAMA PLEASE 😐

Chapter 11

I love those freaks

I just now I'm seeing the little scars on his cheeks from the fight with Spec ☺️

I love the fact that Musashi has hair in his legs BUT not his arms like ??? Okay king

Heated scientist moment

HOHO POGGERS 👀

Chapter 12

UTSURAARSDFAFA sibling goals

GIRLBOSS 😍

URAURUSYRSAESGA IN LOVE???

Holy shit she's amazing

Chapter 13

And his ass is very thick too 😳

Those fucking sunglasses, obsessed

Debatable, he got struck by lightning :/

HE WAXES HIS HAIR? OMFG OBSESSED

WHY IS HE WEARING THAT LMAO 😭

Nooo they censored the cock again 😔😔😔

DO IT QWEEN 💅

STOP SAYING SHE'S GONNA FUCK THE CLONE

"I'm exciteddddd" "ok."

Chapter 14

You just hate seeing a girlboss win

She truly is amaizing

Also i just realized spirits have been showing up since the first book so this isn't so crazy lol

MF HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE BUBBLES AND SPARKLES... I BET HE DID 🥺

Chapter 15

WHY ARE HIS TITS SO ROUND AND FAT GODDAMN IT,,, 😳😖

Glad seeing some things never change

He looks so much like Jun

IGSITSURAURZES EPICCC

Someone question if Yujiro knew how too write obsessed,,,

Chapter 16

Goddamn it you got even older in the past 3 or so chapters bro

Mouth to mouth soul transference

OHHH

HIS EYEBROWS FELL HOW IGDUTSITDIYDIGD

Some mf got turned on by this HELP 😭

Chapter 17

I love how Yujiro and Hana are still getting ready to throw hands while this happens lol

Okay yeah that was super disrespectful honestly, guy is having a chat :/

HAHAGSJAHA obsessed

God i thought it was Hana the one grabbing some random lady for a second AFDJSJSSJS

He cute af ngl

POOR GUY MUST BE SO CONFUSED OMFG,,,

Fsr I'm surprised he can talk, like it should be obvious but in all the fanart i saw he never said a word, also, he's so damn respectful 😍

Chapter 18

Idk he was never that clever /hj

Hehehe blood

I love how John can only sit that way

The size of his balls lmao

Coward won't even fight with his dick out smh :/

God he mad cute-

Chapter 19

I MISS THE DEATH ROW FELLAS FUCKKK

Hm i think this random tiny bald man is not Tokugawa but someone that looks awfully similar to him

YEAH NO SHIT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM, HE MUST BE SO DAMN OVERWHELMED

Apparently there was a cameo, i don't know enough about anime to know or care

Chapter 20

He's tripping balls

Tokugawa should have gone a bit slower with this poor guy, this is like a lot to process at once <:/

Nvm he's doing better than me

Oydirsusefs look at himmm

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OMFG DIDN'T DOPPO FIGHT THIS GUY?!

SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED HIM HE ISSS

Chapter 21

OHDIRAYEASURRSUURS HE DOESN'T KNOWWW FFS

Musashi be like °_°

LOOK AT THAT SMILE LMAO

He's just chilling, mentally killing this dude

Murder baby

Chapter 21

The way his eyes are drawn is so cool

YRAURSUFSIDTGA

And he jokes too! Wow I'm in love 😍

(nsfw) CAN YOU HANDLE DICK LIKE THAT TOO? 😍

WOW

I TAKE BACK THAT QUESTION

I remember a show where you would bring your own knives and swords and go thru a bunch of test, Musashi should have been one of them

Mf truly is like :]

I love how he didn't buy it

I can't wait for him to fight Yujiro 😍

Chapter 23

He truly is 😌

ATFJAIDQYSF OBSESSED

He was happy this time at least, 5 times he lost already btw

Tokugawa truly in unhateable lmao

Chapter 24

IM SORRY, HIS LEG???

Oh I forgot Musashi does that

JAGSKSGSKSGS HIS FUCKING FACE I CAN'T 😭

I miss when translators would add notes i don't want to google shit myself :/

"I'm hard as rock" /j

Chapter 25

Look how happy he issss

MUSASHI POG MUSASHI POG-

I love how Tokugawa can't believe he got it first try and it's trying to lie now sjdakdyv

This mf is actually making me insane what the actual fuck i don't know what he has but he's gonna make me act up 😳

Mf be shadow boxing too dammit /j

Baki please

Chapter 26

OLD MAN JUST WANTS A PUBLIC TO SEE THIS LMAO

Look at the size of Baki's eyes holy fuck lmao

He's gonna yeet him!

OH NOOOO

FIRST HIS DAD NOW MUSASHI, THIS GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK LMAO

Chapter 27

How little time passed? They have barely moved

Yeah you did it last book too Baki

King shit

Chapter 28

AKSGSKGSJSGS KING

I love how he only now realized

Okay no he has a point

I love how he just calls him boy

Look at that smug face

I trust Musashi but at the same time he, really should be walking around this new world alone. Now, if i were to accompany him... 🥴/j

Baki please

Chapter 29

I love how soft the artstyle suddenly got, like if done big a big brush

Yujiro you just insulted every single anime character in history

Baby Baki's just like "Ok."

I like how Yujiro looks here

AUGHHJF HE'S SO BABY 🥺

HOHO badass

Chapter 30

He died 😔

Idiot hasn't even beat he 0.5 reaction seconds lmao 🤣

HOHOOOOO?!? 👁️👁️

"my curiosity exceed my fear!!" I RESPECT THIS MAN SO MUCH??

Chapter 31

AMAIZING HONESTLY

Fighter to fighter communication

SHIT LOOK AT THE STATE OF THAT HAND

He's just gone now LMAO

I honestly don't mind Baki being weak against this, he never fought against a two handed swordman, this is new territory

Chapter 32

Oh his really tripping balls now this is why he shouldn't be alone

NVM HE'S STILL DOING BETTER THAN ME ON A DAILY BASIS, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN FROM THIS MAN

I just now realized he's barefoot

Nice ass king

The policemen are quite nice

He's very cooperative but i can't blame the cops either

Chapter 33

Yeah no shit that must be so insane

IF YOU HADN'T DROPPED OFF SCHOOL THEN...

That's kinda funny but idk man he's right i think

He's just like :3

I love how he isn't picking up a fight out of malice but rather just instinct like, he can't understand shit that is going on

YOU ARE SO RIGHT BAKI IT ISN'T BORING FOR ME EITHER

Chapter 34

Don't you fucking dare shave him Itagaki

It's funny how it took 2 books and a half for Baki to start being a protagonist

Holy fuck did Baki add height or is Miyamoto that big?

Wow how perfect i ran out of space just now!! Having fun with this book ngl :]

#luly talks #baki liveblog #little gay creature sees famous swordsman from the 1600s and loses their mind #"i want his gender'' they claim #also for a man who was born 2 days ago 400 years in the future he sure understands shit better than me 😭#maybe i too should stop having so much anxiety and just get ready to throw hands at ant moment #like back in the day... ☺️(😞)#anyway point is uhh silly little fun saga <3

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sickrentheadcanons · 4 years

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1 New Message

Simon had desperately tried to mind his own business when Mark's phone chimed obnoxiously from the kitchen counter top of their now fully co-habituated flat. He cast a curious glance in the general direction of the iPhone that Mark had carelessly abandoned ten minutes prior in favour of a shower. “Clean body, clean mind, Si,” He'd called over his shoulder on his way into the bathroom. “Ye should try it.”

Under any normal circumstance he wouldn't give two shits about what Mark Renton's few and far between friends had to say but three texts in seven minutes was enough to pique even Simon's interest. He filled the kettle, fished himself and Mark a mug from the cupboard and came to rest casually against the counter beside Mark's phone where he definitely was nottrying to talk himself out of checking his best friend's notifications. 'Since when dae I give a fuck what the cunt gets up tae?' he had reasoned with himself only to counter his own point seconds later with a 'could be his Da. Could be an emergency like; a better check. Just incase.' and with that Simon found himself pressing a thumb to the side of Mark's phone, eyes scanning the screen as it illuminated.

4 new notifications:

Screen Time: Weekly Screen Report Available

Grindr: 1 New Message

'Fuckin' Grindr? What the fuck is he daein on Grindr?...is he-' Simon was ripped from his thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open ever so slightly and Mark calling out for help.

“Si? Could ye git us a towel? A forgot tae bring one in wae us.”

“Uh... wha-? I mean.. aye. Aye, I'll get yae one now.” he called back and okay, maybe he sounded weird and maybe Simon was having some what of a hard time convincing his head catch up with the fucking rest of him but... Grindr... Mark fucking Renton was on Grindr.

Their evening was quiet; a Connery marathon and little to no chit-chat. Simon was thankful to say the least. It wasn't that he cared- 'It's no like a mind if he's a buftie.' he thought, unable to focus his full attention on the film in front of him.

'A just wish he'd ae spoken tae us aboot it.' Simon was hurt, that was it. That's all it was; he was hurt that his best friend hadn't felt comfortable enough to confide in him. He was hurt that-

Mark's phone had chimed again in his pocket and Simon couldn't help but stare as the secretive wee cunt across from him fished his phone out of his pocket to read the message. Simon watched as Mark's mouth pulled itself into a modest smirk and he quickly typed out his reply before planting his phone firmly back in his pocket.

“Somethin' funny?” Simon found himself asking, an undeniable bite to his tone.

Mark only responded with a shrug, his eyes barely leaving the TV. 'Oh, aye. Cunt's got time tae look at his phone and reply tae his boyfriends but won't even look in my fuckin' direction when am speakin' tae him.'

Simon wasn't jealous. He really wasn't; he was just... concerned? Mark was his mate, his bestmate. Always had been and it was highly likely that he always would be. Si couldn't shake the cunt and truth be told he wasn't sure he wanted to. He had grown used to having Mark around again, though the Mark he knew now was a stark contrast to the Mark he had known when they were still wains. This Mark was bigger, stronger; both physically and emotionally. He was domesticated and responsible. This Mark was holding down a job, paying his rent on time, keeping their flat clean, cooking dinner, ironing his fucking boxers for christ's sake. This Mark was his.

Simon shoved himself up from his slumped position across their couch and mumbled nothing more than “Am goin' tae bed.” as he retreated to the dark, quiet confines of his bedroom; door slamming behind him before Mark had a chance to respond. Simon needed time alone, time to think and process all of the information he had acquired in the last four hours. 'Fuckin' Grindr. What if he's meetin' up wae psychos? Doss cunt's gonnae get himsel killed.' Simon didn't know much of anything about dating apps; Tinder, Grindr, Bumble, Hinge... 'all ae load ae old pish!' but he knew enough to know they could be dangerous and honestly? He couldn't fucking stand the thought of anything happening to Mark. He couldn't lose him again. He refused to lose him again; Not this time.

That is how Simon Williamson found himself staring down at his own phone, deep in thought as his thumb hovered apprehensively over the download icon for Grindr. He was just being cautious. Just looking out for his best friend and making sure he wasn't being lured in by the Begbie's of the world; 'Meetin' up wae fellas expectin' ae quick shag an' windin' up wae yer heed kicked in instead.'

With a deep breath, he took the plunge and watched as the app planted itself firmly on his home screen, wee yellow face fucking smirking up at him. 'Cunt.'

The sign up process hadn't been as long and arduous as Simon had anticipated; a few minor details entered, location and notifications turned off and a quick photo of his chest uploaded to his profile, he was set. Mark's profile was easy enough to locate; another shirtless torso but Simon knew what to look for, immediately recognising his friend's undeniably attractive torso and the scar from Mark's surgery. Mark didn't have a bad body, Si would give him that. Broad shoulders, toned biceps and a light dusting of chest hair all combined with strong, trim abs; aye... he could see the appeal (not that he was a wee buftie mind).

Mark (48) Online Now.

Bartender, traveller, fitness enthusiast based in Edinburgh.

Looking for mates, dates & anything in between.

Weight: 175lb

Height: 5'10

Body Type: Toned

Gender: Cis Man

Prnonouns: He/Him/His

Position: Vers Bottom

Tribes: Rugged, Daddy, Discreet

Simon found himself biting his lower lip in attempt not to laugh as he read through Mark's profile, thumb flicking back and forth between the other man's photo and his bio. “Never would ae pegged yae as a bottom, Rent Boy.” Simon mumbled, tapping to exit out of Mark's profile with every intention of calling it a night but oh... oh... “Wit the fuck is ae tap?... how do I undo a tap?.. wit have ae done?” Simon's phone buzzed in his hand, altering him to a new message; his first message in fact.

Mark>> Thanks for the tap. Great pic.

Fuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Ignore the poor wee cunt? What was the point in that? He was on here to keep an eye on Mark; nothing more, nothing less. He couldn't do that without at least fucking talking to him... Simon groaned inwardly. Why the fuck did he think this was a good idea to begin with?

Aye. No bother. You look good too.<<David

Mark>> Looks like you're close by. Local?

Somethin like that. <<David

Sorry, am new to all this. A don't really know wit am doin.<<David

Mark>> I get it. I've no been on here long either.

How long?<<David

Have ye met many people off here like?<<David

Mark>> A few. Usually only if they can accom.

Accom?<<David

Mark>> Accomodate. I cannae bring people home. Flate mate.

Is that all Simon was to him? A fucking flat mate?

Oh. A see.<<David

Mark>> Disappointed? ;)

Why would a be disappointed?<<David

Mark>> You tapped me? and there's usually a reason people are on Grindr at 11:44PM.

Aye. Right enough. <<David

Mark>> So, you didn't actually answer my question.

Mark>> Are you disappointed?

Simon took a shaky breath, his palms suddenly clammy as he continued to gnaw nervously as his lower lip. Mark was flirting with him. No, not with him; Mark was flirting with David and it didn't feel bad... It didn't feel bad at all.

If Simon was to be completely and utterly honest with himself, he liked it. He enjoyed this playful, out-going side to his friend that he had rarely (if ever) seen. Maybe Mark had just never felt entirely comfortable around Simon or maybe Mark had spent most of his adolescence too smacked off of his wee ginger tits to worry about flirting and building strong, meaningful relationships. Aye... probably the latter.

Simon stared down at his phone, contemplating his next move. This wasn't right; he knew it wasn't right. He'd heard about this, there was a whole fucking TV show based around the idea. Was he really about to Catfish his own best friend? (or fucking flat mate as Mark would rather have it)...

Aye, fucking right he was.

#sickrent #sickboy #sick boy #rent boy #simon williamson #Mark Renton #slash #m/m #fanfiction #trainspotting #t2 #Jonny Lee Miller #Ewan Mcgregor #rentboy

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Do you think Leonard McCoy is strictly qualified to be a CMO? What kinds of degrees and certifications do you think that role needs, and does he fill them despite being fairly young (and mad scientist-y). Is he as much of a genius prodigy as Jim? Or did Jim make it clear that he wasn't going anywhere without Bones as CMO and Starfleet Medical just... made it happen.

I think that, like many of the other green but highly capable officers who end up in control of the Enterprise by the end of her maiden voyage, Leonard is exceptionally bright and skilled at the core duties of his role - in his case, medical care and surgery.

It’s pverse canon that Leonard was a gifted child and skipped a couple grades, and while I’m obviously biased, I feel like this isn’t too hard to believe, especially since it also helps explain how tf AOS presents him as a fully-fledged doctor at age 28. (Under the current system in the U.S., it would be the exception to the rule for someone to complete residency before 30.)

(And while we’re on the subject, it’s interesting to me that by the mid-2200s, medicine and surgery seem to have basically melded into a single discipline. Which I suppose makes sense considering the technological advancements - when you can give a lady a pill to regrow a kidney, you’ve eliminated a lot of the details that require so many years of highly specialized training.)

Anyway, my personal backstory for Leonard is that he did his residency at the 23rd century equivalent of Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, because 1) it makes sense that he would move back to Georgia for residency after graduating med school at Ole Miss, and 2) as a Level 1 trauma center and one of the biggest public hospitals in the country, Grady is the sort of place where a new doctor would get one hell of a crash course in trauma care. I have friends who did their med school training there, another who worked there as an ER doctor, and they’re definitely the people I’d want holding things down in the event of some catastrophic emergency.

I mean, just look at how Leonard reacts in the wake of the Narada’s attack and the violent death of his superior (and who knows how many others). That right there is a fella who has SEEN some shit.

Furthermore, I imagine that his time at SFM while attending the Academy would have given him the opportunity to scrub in on some higher-level surgeries. Compared to our 2250s Grady equivalent, SFM seems to be on the other end of the hospital spectrum - the kind of prestigious institution which does a lot of groundbreaking research and gets referrals for unique and challenging cases from other hospitals, as well as likely being the go-to for xenosurgery. There’s no reason to believe Leonard didn’t do quite well at SFM, and if anything, I think they probably would have wanted to keep him on rather than losing him to a starship.

Finally, we know that the reason Leonard was the one to inherit the CMO role from poor Dr. Puri is because he was already appointed as a senior medical officer, so it’s not like he was brought onto the ship as a lowly brow mopper and accidentally tripped his way into a senior role. (Unlike some stowaways-turned-captains I could mention.)

So I’m comfortable asserting that Leonard was already an outstanding physician and surgeon with a solid foundation of relevant experience when he first stepped onto the Enterprise. The CMO would need to be an excellent practitioner themselves and have the experience and expertise to advise the other providers working under them, and Leonard’s CV sets him up surprisingly well for that. Time in a trauma center would also have forced him to develop his ability to direct staff and lead a care team when shit hits the fan, and from what we see in the films, he appears to be pretty good at it.

The only thing which gives me pause are the managerial responsibilities one can assume would come along with the CMO position. I’d say the most analogous role to a starship CMO in modern day civilian medicine is that of medical director of a clinic or practice - and believe me, it takes a particular type of doctor to do well in that position. It’s a whole different skillset, and not everyone is cut out for it.

Managing his team in a crisis? Sure, yes, Leonard will knock that out of the park. Managing people day in and day out? Ehh. My man didn’t land that gig on the strength of his soft skills, you feel me?

That said, I’ve joked a lot about how Leonard must have joined up with Starfleet to escape such pesky nuisances as medical board review and ethics committees, but like…I’m only sort of joking, y'all. Sure, he might not do well as a medical director at my hospital with strict metrics to hit and JCo crawling up his ass about patient safety - but out in space, operating near the top of a strict pseudo-military hierarchy where he literally just gets to boss his staff around and they’re obliged to obey his commands? Hell yeah. I can see how he’d take well to that.

So to answer your question: do I believe Leonard McCoy was qualified to be CMO of the Enterprise when he assumed the role in 2258? Yes. Do I also believe Jim would have pitched a whole-ass fit if anyone tried to take Bones from him? Oh, god yes. It would’ve been a bloodbath. Better for the brass to let them both go and keep an eye out for a different, less aggressively bonded young doctor to fill McCoy’s shoes at SFM.

#ask #anon #mccoy #kirk #otp: bedside manner #fic related #sort of #star trek #aos

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cogentranting · 4 years

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Because I Would Not Stop For Death Pt 1.

Summary: My version of the ending of Supernatural, with a specific emphasis on Dean as the main character. Also on: AO3 Accompanying Meta: X

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Dean had spent his whole life traveling roads like this, stretching straight ahead into nothingness, no lights but the stars above, no sounds but the surging rock music and purr of the engine. And no one around—not people to save or monsters to fight—except, perhaps, for whatever family happened to be riding alongside him, though on this night he was alone. Normally, he found nights like these peaceful. The reverberations of the Impala’s engine felt like extensions of himself, and the open road looked like freedom. But now that feeling of peace and possibility had been replaced by an urgency that Dean could not explain. The plains around him felt raw and exposed, and some sober presentiment made him feel like playing music would shatter the tentative waiting. His foot pressed a little more insistently against the accelerator. He needed to get home.

The sound of his phone going off, startled Dean and he scrambled to answer it before a second ring could further disrupt the reverie of the night.

“Did you get it?” Sam’s haggard voice came over the line. It had been months since Chuck had turned on them and raised the monsters from their past. They’d been run ragged, chasing down rogue monsters and dodging old enemies, all the while looking for something that would help them when the other shoe inevitably dropped, and Chuck made his next move. It had taken its toll on Sam, and Dean had fought hard to find an excuse for Sam to sit this particular mission out, hoping that maybe Sam would rest. If any rest had happened, it had not been enough.

“The lead was a bust,” Dean replied. Rumors and scraps of lore had pointed to a hand of God surfacing in a small town a few hours away, and Dean had chased after it in the desperate hope that it might be something they could use against Chuck. All he had gotten for his trouble was a cursed object and some bizarre locals. “What about things there? How’s Jack?”

The one bright spot, the little piece of hope that Dean was clinging to but couldn’t really believe: Jack had been resurrected months ago, and was now fully restored to them. Soul and all. “Good,” Sam replied. “He’s worried about taking on Chuck, obviously and he’s stressed. But he’s himself again. And he’s getting stronger.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief in spite of himself. He let the hope grow a little bigger, even as the morass of his thoughts dragged at him. He could almost feel the gun in his hand, see the look on Jack’s face as Dean had pointed it at him, with every intention of—Dean cut his thought off fighting the shame and guilt aside for the moment. Of course he and Jack had talked when he came back. There had been confessions, lots of guilt, and Jack had forgiven him, and he’d forgiven Jack for… that other thing. Dean couldn’t quite bear to name it, even in his own thoughts. Still the thought of what he’d tried to do to Jack would be added to the long list of things that Dean could never wholly forgive himself for.

He repositioned the phone on his ear. “Well good. Bout time we had a win.” He forced false optimism into his voice. “Team Free Will 2.0. Ready to save the world one last time.” He hoped that maybe a little of his manufactured hope would rub off on Sam. He never heard Sam’s reply.

The Impala’s headlights caught the shadow of something in the road and Dean slammed on the brakes. The phone fell to the floor and slid under the seat. The speeding car screeched to a halt just a few feet from the massive barrier. For a few seconds Dean leaned over the steering wheel and stared at the obstacle which blocked the road completely. Well… to say that it blocked the road wasn’t accurate. It was the road. Earth and asphalt had been ripped up and formed into a wall, five feet high, several feet thick. Something about the way it was piled gave the distinct impression of having exploded upward of its own accord.

Dean shook his head. “Uh uh. Nope.” Sam’s voice could be heard faintly calling his name from the phone beneath the seat. Dean ignored it and threw the car into reverse.

An invisible force slammed into the side of the Impala. The quiet night was torn open by the protesting shriek and thunder of metal as the car briefly lifted into the air and then hit the ground, rolling once… twice… three times before coming to a rest startlingly upright.

Stars and shadows crowded Dean’s vision. There was an ache in his body that seemed to have no origin and no end. Practically on instinct, he turned the ignition key. The engine sputtered and died. Dean felt almost calm; the night’s urgency had melted away with the arrival of the threat his instincts had awaited. Here was the fight his blood so often called for. His hand found the demon knife without issue in the pitch darkness of the car, as if it were drawn by fate.

Slowly he stepped from the car, letting the door swing shut behind him as he surveyed the plain for his assailant. This was Dean Winchester to the core—bruised and bloodied, nothing but the Impala at his back, the potential of all the horrors of the night before him, only a knife in his hands, and still he wore the steadfast conviction that this fight was not his last. This was Dean, and the three approaching figures knew it well.

Not much scared Dean. He’d been hunting since well before he’d passed through puberty. Since then, he’d fought gods and angels and primordial beings, killed many of them, and mouthed off to all. But if any of those things he’d faced in all his years of hunting could make his blood run cold, it was these three walking toward him.

Abaddon. Alistair. Azazel.

“Hey fellas,” Dean called as they drew closer. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you—you get some work done?”

Abaddon gave a terse laugh. “I wish I could say the same about you Dean. You look tired. You really should take better care of yourself. Such a waste of that pretty face. And since we’re on the subject,” she reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt down just far enough to reveal the tops of a series of thick jagged scars. Scars from where Dean had hacked at her chest with the First Blade. “You did a little work on me yourself.”

Demons didn’t scar, and every time Dean had been resurrected his old wounds and scars had been erased. This must have been a special gift from Chuck.

“Did a little work on all of us,” Alistair added, gesturing to the scars crisscrossing his face from the day Dean had tortured him. “I have to say, cosmetic surgery: not your calling.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Dean lunged forward with the demon knife, slashing Alistair’s face and sinking the blade into Abaddon’s chest in one motion, all the while internally raging at the futility of the action. A butter knife would do him just as much good against things like these. Abaddon roared in fury, while Alistair’s throat contorted with a deranged chuckle.

Azazel flicked his wrist indolently. Dean slammed backwards into the Impala. “Chill out, Kid.”

The force pressed him persistently back against the twisted metal, just hard enough to hurt. It always felt like someone was sitting on his chest—a little difficult to breathe, speaking a little too strenuous to be worth it.

“Hey Sweetheart, hold this for me,” Azazel called to Abaddon. “If you can manage. I heard that last time you had some trouble with that.” Abaddon scowled and assumed control of holding Dean in place.

Azazel sidled forward and leaned against the car next to Dean, his face a mere breath away. The smug half smile ignited something in Dean, the embers of an old rage he’d finally buried after decades of effort, now recklessly thrown into the open to be fanned into flame once more. “Ah Dean. It’s been too long. Let’s catch up.”

“Sure,” Dean snarled around the choking sensation that comes when the deepest wounds reopen. “Remember that time I shot you in the face?”

The demon gave a genuine grin even as unmistakable savagery flashed in his yellow eyes. “Never thought you had it in you kid. I mean, you told me you would do it. Back in the 70’s. Just before I killed Grandpa. But still, when you pulled that trigger, I was stunned.”

“He doesn’t have the eye for talent that I do.” Alistair winked. He had retrieved the demon knife from where it had fallen on the grass and was idly turning it over and over.

Azazel nodded thoughtfully. “It’s true. I dropped the ball. Put all my money on Sammy. From what I hear, apart from a few benders, he never really lived up to all the hype. But the things I’ve heard about you. Daddy’s pathetically loyal little attack dog became Alistair’s star pupil. Started the Apocalypse. Knocked the angels off their perch. Bore the Mark of Cain. And became a knight of Hell. Oh I wish I could’ve seen Dean Winchester tearing humans apart with that mark.” He pried Dean’s arm away from his side and examined the forearm. “Shame you got rid of it. Real waste.”

Alistair stalked closer. The eerie white eyes flicked from side to side, tracking some phantom thought. “You should really be thanking me, Dean.” The knife turned again and again in his hands. “I remade you. The old you never would have made it this far. Anything remarkable about you I carved into you. In a way, you owe me.” He leaned in, so close Dean could smell the decay lingering on him, and with a startling intensity he searched Dean’s gaze for something. His pallid lips curled into a smile. “You can pay some of that back now.”

This time Dean didn’t see the knife turn. It was in and out three times and the blood was beginning to warm the shirt over his lower abdomen before the pain registered. A quiet gasp was all Dean could manage.

Azazel carried on as if the violence had escaped his notice. “But of course there’s so much that you’ve done that I just can’t allow you to get away with. I had all these glorious plans about how I was going to get Hell on Earth ready and then bring back Lucifer. Then when, he finally does come back, you go and get an archangel supercharge and kill him. And even worse, there’s the horribly decent upbringing you’re giving Lucifer’s kid.”

The demon’s voice faded out slightly and as Dean’s head lolled backwards the stars swirled above him. He recognized the thing swelling up within him. That strange force that was creeping into the space left behind by his blood as it seeped into the night air. It was death. He should know. He’d died enough times. The thought of dying here made him more angry than scared. It wasn’t fair that he should have beaten these scars of the past so long ago, and that they should be thrown back at him now. But even that anger was fading quickly. The stars made his anger feel small.

Vaguely, he wondered where he would go this time. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go to Heaven. His mom and dad and Bobby were there, but there were a lot of bad memories up there—vengeful angels and the like. Besides, with God himself mad at him, it seemed pretty pointless to hope for a shot at Heaven. Alistair here was certainly a reminder of how much he wanted to avoid going back to Hell. The Empty didn’t sound much better. Purgatory wouldn’t be so bad. Hunting forever, never losing the thrill of the fight, maybe he’d even see Benny again. Not so bad at all.

Azazel wrenched his head back down, forcing him to look into yellow eyes. Hatred that strong and old is dense and it held Dean in this life a little longer. He gritted his teeth. The fight wasn’t gone from him yet. Silently, without even really forming the words in his head, Dean half-formed a prayer to Jack.

“Here’s the thing, Kid,” Azazel began, with the tone of a business negotiator. “I’d like to take my time with this. Relish the moment, make it slow. But, we’re not here just for us. I’m sure you guessed, the Big Man brought us back for a reason. He asked us to deliver a gift for you.”

He couldn’t turn his head to see where the demons produced it from, but when Azazel held up the crystal, glowing with searing white light, Dean recognized it instantly. A bomb forged from the energy of hundreds of thousands of souls, specifically for the purpose of killing the Darkness.

Abaddon laughed. “Looks like he remembers it.”

“Oh good. So I won’t have to explain what this does.” Azazel fondled the bomb carefully. “A weapon capable of killing God’s sister… makes you wonder what it’ll do to a human.”

There was no time for any sort of response. A few words of incantation and the light blazed out of the crystal into Dean’s chest. His mouth gaped, his fingernails dug at the Impala’s paint, all he saw was light, and all he could feel was heat. Then the night went cold and silent once more and he gasped, small shallow breaths, because anything deeper pulled at the ragged wound in his stomach. In the aftermath of the brilliant light, the night was blacker and all Dean could see was Azazel’s mocking yellow eyes.

“Good catching up, Kid.”

The weight lifted from his chest and Dean dropped to the ground, alone again, the twisted mass of the Impala the only sight for miles. He tried to get his legs under him but they didn’t respond. A trembling hand went to the knife wound and came away slick with blood. Cold pulled at his limbs and numbed the edges of his mind, all the while an unutterable heat was building in his chest. Building and building, with a heat that threatened to eclipse his very being, pulling the bits of himself away from each other, even as that cold, seeping nothing dragged him down and down. He couldn’t hold his hand against the flow of blood anymore and it dropped to his side. Low pulses of energy shone around him, real enough to illuminate the night. He closed his eyes and felt Baby’s cold metal against his skin.

The rustle of wings forced his eyes open. There was Jack standing on the road. But it was fear, not hope that spurred Dean. He could feel it, like a racing heartbeat, the urgent pulse of the bomb within him. The god-killing bomb. Jack took a step off the road, toward him. Dean found one last surge of adrenaline, or will power, or fatherly instinct and with all his strength shouted, “Jack, no! Get back!”

He saw it in Jack’s face as the boy sensed the energy radiating off him and realized the danger. And in relief he listened to the rustle of wings as Jack retreated. There was a shattering, blinding, rush of light and heat and energy, and the Kansas plain looked like daylight, then deadly whiteness, then madness itself. Then it was night once more and even the stars seemed dark. And there was nothing.

Jack watched the flash from a few miles away. He felt nothing. But a very different nothing than what he had experienced when he had no soul. That was a calm, cold nothing. This was a tense, fragile nothing, like a held breath. As darkness settled again he took flight and reappeared where he’d left Dean.

He thought he’d missed his mark. This was not the place he’d left. There was no swaying prairie grass. No worn asphalt. No Impala. No Dean. There was only a ringing in the air, and dirt that, on closer inspection, was not just dark but scorched black. Jack stood and felt the aura of destruction that hung about this place, absorbing to the core of his being the sense of all the things that on this night had been reduced to a shattered, stark nothing.

The phone dragged down Sam’s hand as he paced the library, willing it to ring. Dark shadows under his eyes gave his a face a haggard look, as if it had been weeks of sleeplessness, not a single night. Twelve hours had passed since Dean’s phone cut out. Twelve hours since any news.

While Sam paced, Cas sat at one of the tables, dreadfully still, his faze fixed staidly, on an indeterminable point on the wall. Sam whirled toward him, his fear suddenly made manifest as anger. “I’m going out to look for them.”

Cas held out an arm perfunctorily, playing his role in a scene that had already been rehearsed several times over the interminable hours. “You already went out looking, for hours, and you didn’t find any trace of them.”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“You don’t even know which roads to search. Jack has wings. If anyone can find Dean, it’s him.”

A hundred memories of Dean in danger, hurt, dying, competed for attention in Sam’s mind. He opened his mouth to continue the fight or give in, he hadn’t quite decided which. Before he could muster the energy to see where his words led him, he was interrupted by the sound of wings.

Jack landed heavily, staggering slightly. The boy looked wearier than a nearly omnipotent being had any right to. Both men took a staggering half step toward him, unsure whether to rush to his aid or give him space. Even as relief at Jack’s safety calmed a flurry of fears in Sam’s mind, he was searching the empty space behind Jack, as if believing that Dean would suddenly materialize.

Jack’s shattered stare held their questions at bay. The bunker itself held a trembling breath. Ghosts of memories peered in through the doorways, waiting for an answer to an unasked question.

When he could stand it no longer, Sam broke the silence, his voice uncharacteristically small. “Did you find him.”

“There were demons… and I thought I got there in time… Dean told me to run and I- I… there was an explosion like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Cas chose his words like picking through shards of broken glass. “Jack, what kind of explosion?”

Asking that question was easier. Focus on the trees, don’t look at the forest. Not yet.

Jack seemed lost for a moment. “There was this energy… it felt like” he searched his memory trying to pinpoint the memory that itched in the back of his mind. “Like the energy from my soul I used to kill Michael.”

Cas’s gaze darkened at some thought that accosted him, but Sam had reached his breaking point. “But Dean. Jack, where’s Dean?”

Jack looked up, eyes wide, as if asking for Sam’s forgiveness. “He’s gone.”

“Then bring him back. Like you brought Cas back.”

“I tried. But it was like with Mary-” Jack choked on the words and the memory and Sam flinched a little. Jack cleared his throat and started again. “It was like with Mary. There was nothing left. Nothing I could do. After the explosion… even the Impala was just gone.”

Sam sagged against the wall. Empty space opened below him and he could feel it sucking him down, down, further down into the great vacuum of everyone he’d lost. There’d always been so much loss in his life. From his mother, to the friends left behind by a life on the road, to Jess, his father, Bobby… But no loss ever ached quite like the prospect of life without Dean. It was like asking him to live without the ground beneath his feet.

The look of a caged animal came into Sam’s eyes. “I need to see him. Take me to Heaven.” He’d lived without Dean before. And every time something took Dean away, it left him changed. Sometimes incomplete, or twisted, or broken, sometimes not. But always changed. And maybe he could do it this time, now that he had Cas and Jack and Eileen, and if Dean were in Heaven with Mom and Dad and Bobby… If he could just talk to Dean and know. Then maybe he could know what to do.

But Jack shook his head, a little fearfully, a little desperately, like a child overwhelmed by what they didn’t understand. “He’s not there.”

“Then take me to Hell!” Sam roared, with more anger than he’d intended.

Jack didn’t flinch away. He understood the desperation gripping Sam. He’d felt it himself hours earlier when he found that he couldn’t bring Dean back, and had formed the exact same plan that now burned wildly through Sam, and likely Cas as well. In vain. “He’s not there either.” His voice had become softer, like a parent soothing a child.

Panic spun Sam’s heart. “What do you mean? Where is he?”

Jack shook his head. “I searched everywhere. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory. I searched and I tried to get answers from every angel and demon and monster that I met but he’s not there. I don’t… I don’t know where Dean’s soul is. Maybe the Empty but I can’t get there. Not on my own.”

“No. I don’t think he’s in the Empty.” Cas’s voice was low and filled with trepidation. Neither Jack nor Sam dared prompt him to continue. He did anyway. “The way Jack described the energy, as being like the magic from his soul… Sam, I think the soul bomb killed Dean.”

“The one Rowena and Billie helped us make?”

Cas nodded. “Or one like it. The thing is, that bomb was designed to kill the Darkness. To kill something on the level of God himself. If that’s what killed Dean…” His voice trailed off.

For a moment the trio felt the cold expanse of the empty bunker press down on them with a menacing, aching, loneliness. Finally Cas, collected himself and pronounced his judgment.

“I don’t think Dean’s soul is in Heaven or Hell, because I think it was completely destroyed.”

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Part 2

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I’m So Glad You’re Back - Chapter 7

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New York 2012

Once the 3 men had arrived in a street in new york, they split up, each with their own mission to collect a stone each. Together they decided that Bruce should go for the time stone since it wasn't near the tower, which means no one would question why there were two hulks running about.

Tony would get the mind stone which was currently residing inside Loki's staff. Remembering reports from Shield after the battle, Tony knew that agent Sitwell had taken it to store at Shield. All he had to do was find Sitwell and take it from him and lucky for tony, the genius now knew that Sitwell had been hydra this entire time.

This means the space stone was now left to Scott. He was going to have to remain small so he didn't get noticed by the Avengers but with Tonys help it shouldn't be a problem.

…..

Carefully manoeuvring his large body, Bruce climbed his way up the building in front of him. Sticking to the roofs, he hopped from each one until he recognised the sanctum he had landed in.

It took him a few minutes trying to retrace his steps from 5 years ago before he saw an orange glow in the corner of his eyes. Turning his head, the professor recognised the orange glow as the same spells doctor strange had conjured up. Following the orange circles glowing in the distance, Bruce jumped and climbed his way over to the building it was coming from.

Spotting a figure on the roof bruce realised as he got closer that this person was not Doctor Strange. But in fact an older bald woman?

As he climbed over the wall onto the rooftop of the sanctum, Bruce carefully walked his large figure over to the woman.

“Hey, I'm looking for Doctor Strange.”

Having already been looking at him in curiosity since she'd seem him roof hopping, the woman smiled in surprise at the green man in front of her for asking her a question

"You're about… 5 years too early. Stephen strange is currently performing surgery 20 blocks that way." She replied, pointing over bruces shoulder at Metropolitan General Hospital.

"What do you want from him?” the ancient one pushed. To be completely honest this was not how she expected her day to go. She knew of the attack and of course, let it happen, knowing that the Avengers would save the day. She’d seen this future many times but this conversation wasn't in a single future she had seen.

"That actually” lifting his large green arm to aim at her chest, Bruce pointed his fingers to the necklace that laid on it. The Eye of Agamotto.

Huffing out a laugh, the ancient one couldn't believe her ears. Was this a silly little joke?

“Ahh! I'm afraid not.

Straightening his face, Bruce adjusted himself to a more serious attitude.

"Sorry, but I wasn't asking." Taking a step forward, Bruce held out his hands ready to take the necklace off of her neck. But staying right where she was without even flinching she spoke back.

"You don't want to do this." She warned. And she meant it.

"Ah you're right, I don't. But I need that stone and I don't have time to b-” whipping her hand out as fast as she could, the moment Bruce stepped into her reach. The Ancient One conjured her magic and pushed his spiritual form out of his body, revealing the human man he had once been.

As he flew backwards, the human bruce looked at the woman in shock. Cocking her head, she looked at his astral projection with a smirk on her face.

"Let's start over shall we?"

…..

Making their way over to His old stark tower, Tony and Scott tried to keep themselves hidden so they could get past people and security without getting recognised. Knocking a nearby shield agent out near the tower, Tony stole his uniform and joined the rest of the shield swat team with a tiny Scott tucked away in his pocket. Thankfully they managed to get to the top of the tower, where the genius and his team of 5 had been with Loki after winning the battle.

Watching from under his tinted visor, Tony followed the younger version of Natasha with his eyes as she placed the sceptre into a case and handed it off to a member of Shield. Jasper Sitwell. Tony shook his head at the sight of the man. He remembered finding out about shield, well, hydra, all those years ago. He couldn't believe it at first, and now here Sitwell was, acting like the good guy. Pathetic.

Taking note of Sitwell and Romanoff's conversation, Tony made sure to memorise the details of their plan to get the sceptre back to shield.

Tony watched as the man was getting ready to leave with his team and the sceptre, but then Scott spoke up, bringing Tony out of his thoughts.

“So, what's the plan?” his little voice sounded out through his coms.

“See that case over there? The smaller one? That's the case were gonna put the tesseract in. You need to get in there and shrink it down and take it. They'll take the case down in the elevator in a few minutes and then they're gonna hand it off to Alexander Pierce but I'm gonna have to go for the sceptre before that.” Tony whispered to the little man. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself.

“But then how am I supposed to get out of the case?”

“After I've got the Mind Stone, I'll make my way downstairs to you, get the case and open it slightly, just enough room for you to get out but you'll have to be quick, you got that Thumbelina?

"Okay yeah, I think so.”

Climbing his way of out Tony's pocket, Scott jumped onto his shoulder, preparing for their next move.

“Okay, you ready,” the genius asked him as Tony quickly ducked behind a wall, so no one would see as he got ready to launch Scott.

“Yes I am, Iron Man.”

Waiting for the right moment, Tony paused with his hand in position to flick the tic tac into the direction of the case. After a few seconds, Jasper Sitwell made his move, taking the larger case with the sceptre with him and his team towards the back elevator.

Then, PING.

Scott was flicked across the room, on his way to the Tesseract case, and Tony had headed in the opposite direction towards Sitwell.

Shedding the Shield uniform, Tony made his way down the corridor, running after the shield agents. After piling inside the elevator together, brock Brumlow went to press the ground floor button until he paused at the sound of a voice.

“Hey hold that for me will you?” Tony shouted out to the agents. Running towards the elevator doors, Tony acted as if he was out of breath at trying to catch up with them.

Two of the secret Hydra agents, Rumlow and Sitwell glanced at each other, hesitant to keep the doors open. But before they could react, the billionaire's arm shoved its way in between the metal doors, making them reopen before they closed.

“Mr Stark? I thought you were coordinating the hand over for the tesseract?” Rumlow pointed out to the room.

“Yeah well change of plans, I thought I'd come with you handsome fellas instead” Tony grinned at them, shoving his way through the small box filled with agents.

As he settled himself in the centre of the elevator, Tony saw in the corner of his eye one of the shield agents in front of him reach for his holster very carefully. As if he was waiting for a fight. Tony shifted his eyes around him, taking note of how many guys were in here with him. There's no way he could take them on or fight them. he didn't want to risk anything. He needed to be smart about this. Tactical. Letting out a huff as part of his act, Tony opened his mouth to talk.

“I just got a call from the secretary of state, I'm gonna be running point on the sceptre.”

Whipping their heads up, the agents looked at Tony in disbelief.

“Sir I don't understand.” The slimy little man called Sitwell said to him with a confused look on his face.

“Oh yeah I forgot to say, we got words there may be an attempt to steal it. So you know, obviously they asked me to take it. I mean who better to leave it with other than iron man right?” Tony said smugly. God, he sounded like a douchebag right now. He thought.

“Sorry stark, I can't give you the sceptre.” This time it was Brock Rumlow. Tony remembered this guy from Lagos. He wasn't there himself but he watched the surveillance footage back home. As Tony looked at the man he couldn't help but think he looked better burnt to a crisp.

“I'm gonna have to call the director.” Sitwell reached for his pocket, ready to pull out his phone.

“That's okay bud, trust me.” Tony could practically feel the eyes on the back of his head as he winked at the man. The small room filled with tension. One wrong move, one wrong word and this could all be over.

With a slight smirk on his face, Tony leaned closer to Sitwell and whispered into his ear.

“Hail Hydra.”

Taken aback in shock, Sitwell's mouth hung open at the genius’s words. There's no way, the agent thought. But to him, there was no other explanation. Tony Stark was Hydra.

Tony just leant back to his original position, smirking at Sitwell's reaction.

Next thing the billionaire knew, the elevator had stopped, the doors were opened right in front of him and he was walking straight out with the case in his hand.

Now he just had to get the stone out the sceptre, leave it in a place they could find later and avoid his past self and teammates as best he could so he could get Scott out of the case holding the Space Stone.

....

Even though he was prepping for it, Scott still didn't expect the force he was being flung at once Tony had flicked him off his shoulder. But alas, he was still focused on his mission.

Once landing on the table the case for the tesseract was on. Scott quickly ran over to it, hopping inside and waiting in between the foam that would keep the tesseract in place.

As he settled himself inside, Scott watched as the original Avengers handed the tesseract over to Black widow. The tiny man couldn't help but smile at the fact he actually knew these guys now. He knew the black widow! He knew all of them, he never would have thought all those years ago this would ever happen. Like, in a million years. In 2012, he had been on the verge of getting caught by Vistacorp and getting thrown in prison.

Walking over to the open case, Natasha held out the tesseract, placing it carefully inside the perfect cut out of foam. And then gently closed the case.

Then it went dark. But the blue glow of the Tesseract still gave him enough light to see what he was doing.

Pushing his way through the tight foam of the case, Scott tried his best to get as close to the Tesseract as he could considering whoever was holding the case was juggling it around as they walked towards the elevator.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa!” Was that Thor? Wow, he sounded a lot deeper and posher than when he had met him.

"What are you thinking? Maximum occupancy has been reached." This time it was 2012 tony that sounded out. He seemed louder than the others, Tony must be the one carrying him in the case.

“Take the stairs.” The God spoke out.

Suddenly all Scott could hear was banging and smashing and various protests from whoever was inside the elevator with them. Probably the Hulk he thought.

Then the familiar ‘ding’ of the elevator sounded and the doors started to close by the sound of it. As Scott felt himself starting to descend down the building, he just faintly heard the sound of the hulk grumbling.

"Take the stairs. Hate the stairs."

Focusing back on his task, Scott turned back round to the tesseract.

Reaching his hand down to his tactical belt, Scott brought one of his Pym particle disks up to his chest and threw it like a frisbee at the tesseract. Successfully shrinking it down to his own size ratio.

Now all that was left is for his tony to come to get him from downstairs before he's passed over to shield.

….

“Hey, tic tac you hear me?" It was Tony. His tony, well not ‘his’ Tony but the older version from 2023.

Shooting his head up at the familiar voice. Scott flew his hand up to his ear to keep the com steady so he could hear Tony properly.

“Yeah! Are you here? I've got the Tesseract.”

"Yeah, I'm here, I managed to swipe the mind stone of Sitwell, easy as pie ha! Now just sit tight. I'll create a distraction-”

Suddenly a loud green Hulk burst his way out of a stairwell, cracking the walls and breaking the doors, and also throwing the redressed shield agent tony halfway across the room. Through the commotion of the Hulk barging his way through the lobby, the 2012 version of Tony dropped the case holding the tesseract, sending it flying across the room and opening right in front of 2023 Tony.

"I guess that works too" Tony barely got out. the wind being knocked from lungs from the impact.

Eyes widening at the sigh of the silver case in front of him, Tony focused his eyes on the little man that jumped out of the case and ran towards him.

But once everyone in the lobby regained their footing from Hulk's sudden entrance, they realised that the Tesseract was missing from the case.

Pushing himself up from the floor, Tony stayed to the sides of the room, effectively slipping away from the crowd that was now in worry and chaos as they tried to look for the tesseract. Not knowing that the alien cube had been taken by a man the size of an ant and a future version of the billionaire genius.

…..

"Please, please, please..." The scientist begged the woman.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you, Bruce. If I give up the Time Stone to help your reality, I'm dooming my own." She refused again as she turned away from him. She was the keeper of the time stone. With it, she protected her reality. There was no way she would give it up.

"With all due respect, I'm not sure that science really supports that." Bruce countered then in a quick flash she spun herself back round to face him, moving her hands in a dance to create a flow of magic in front of him, a display of a timeline with the stones.

"The Infinity Stones create what you experience as the flow of time. Remove one stone and that flow splits. Now, this may benefit your reality but my new one, not so much. In this new branched reality, without our chief weapon against the forces of darkness, our world will be overrun. Millions will suffer. So, tell me Doctor, can your science prevent all that?"

He watched as she removed the time stone and the solid orange line broke off into two, effectively showing bruce two timelines. One with the stone and one without. Realising what she was saying, Bruce let out a quick answer.

"No, but we can erase it. Because once we are done with the stones, we can return each one to its own timeline at the moment it was taken. So, chronologically, in that reality, they never left." His eyes looked brighter as he tried to get across his point.

Cocking her eyebrow, the Ancient One questions Bruce's plan.

"But you are leaving out the most important part. In order to return the stones, you have to survive."

"We will, I will. I promise." Letting out a sigh, Bruce steps closer to her, wanting her to see the desperation in his face but alas, she still doesn't budge.

"I can't risk this reality on a promise. It is the duty of the Sorcerer Supreme to protect the time stone." Twisting his body in annoyance and frustration, Bruce threw his arms around as if trying to prove a point.

"Then, why the hell did Strange give it away?" He shouted at her in confusion. Why would strange give it to them and she won't? Taken aback at the scientist's words, its now her turn to be confused.

"What did you say?"

"Strange, he gave it away. He gave it to Thanos." Bruce turned back to her as she spoke. Hands on his hips in defeat.

"Willingly?" Why would strange do that? She thought

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. Maybe he made a mistake." Throwing his hands in the air, Bruce gave her an answer.

"Or, I did. Strange was meant to be the best of us." Looking down at the floor, the ancient one considered the future. She had seen it thousands of time and had no reason to doubt strange’s loyalty to the stone. Maybe she made a mistake? Or maybe...

"So he must have done it for a reason?" Bruce finished her thought. Lifting her head and eyes back at the transparent man, she nodded.

"I fear you might be right." Raising her arms, she allowed her fingers to move outwards as she opened the Eye of Agamotto, its green glow being revealed from inside the necklace. Using her magic, the Ancient One moved it in the air until it was caught by Bruce who was now reimmersed into his Hulk form.

"Thank you." looking at the stone in his hand, Bruce realised she must have come to the same conclusion as him. That strange had given them the stone for a reason. Clenching his fist tightly so he didn't lose the stone, Bruce thanked her.

"I am counting on you, Bruce. We all are." Nodding at her once again in gratefulness, the giant professor took off, retracing his path back to the alley him Tony and Scott had landed in.

….

Arriving back at the alleyway, Tony and Scott got there first before Bruce, so to keep themselves hidden from the authorities the two got into a wrecked car and waited. A few minutes later the familiar green scientist showed up.

“Bruce! Did you get it?” Tony shouted. Immediately jumping out of the vehicle along with Scott. Both, the now fully sized tesseract and mind stone in their possession.

“Yeah, I got it!”

Letting out a laugh at his friend, Tony give him a big grin.

“Okay, so we're good then? We all got our stones?”

"Yep!" Scott answered enthusiastically.

Looking at both Bruce and Scott, Tony nodded. They'd actually done it. Now all they had to do was get back and meet the others on the platform of the time machine.

Activating the glowing circles on the backs of their hands, the three men were suddenly covered in their quantum amour.

“Let's go!”

Then they jumped.

#romanogers #Avengers #avengers endgame #endgame #endgame fix it #fix it fic #tony stark #bruce banner #scott lang #antman #Iron Man #hulk #new york #2014 #pepperony #I'm so glad youre back #im so glad you're back

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Ollie’s Best Friends - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Requested by Anon: Hey Amy ! I'm so glad to hear that u opened your requests again because I had 1 in mind for some time now. Maybe the reader had to put her beloved pet to sleep because it had some illness or injury the doctors couldn't cure & Stiles is there to comfort her ? She got it as a birthday present from her parents when they moved into the town & kinda grew up with it. I personally would prefer it to be a cat but since I know u don't like them that much I don't mind if it's a dog. Thank u in advance. :)

Word Count: 2,458

Warning: DOG DEATH! UGH! Putting a dog down. If you’re anything like me, grab some fucking tissues.

Author’s Note: This was so fucking hard to write. Read here why it was.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

The waiting room was silent. Anyone could hear a pin drop. The walls were white and filled with pictures of different pets; cute puppies, a cat playing with a ball of yarn, a hamster running on a wheel, and a happy looking pig, half covered in mud. These posters are clearly meant to cheer up people in the waiting room, but they weren’t doing the trick for Y/N.

She was sitting on one of the chairs and stared at the photos of the puppies. Her leg shook up and down, a nervous tactic Stiles figured out within a couple of weeks of dating her nearly 13 years ago. Stiles believed her mind was running with a bunch of thoughts as they waited for the veterinarian to return with some news. However, he was wrong. The only thing running through Y/N’s mind was the day she got Ollie.

“Honey, could you come down for a second?” Y/N’s dad called out from the living room.

“Coming!” Y/N shouted from her room. She closed the chemistry textbook and grabbed Stiles’ hand. Stiles stumbled out of his chair as she led the way to the living room. Y/N didn’t know what her father had to say, but she wanted her boyfriend to be by her side.

Stiles and Y/N had just started dating about 3 weeks ago. It was certainly love at first sight when she walked into his chemistry class towards the beginning of their junior year. They both believed it was fate when Mr. Daniels paired them up as lab partners. They immediately hit it off.

“What’s up, dad?” Y/N asked as she walked into the living room. She let go of Stiles’ hand when she noticed her dad had a serious look on his face and his arms were folded tightly to his chest. Y/N tried to think back to what she might have done this week to get herself into trouble.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said.

Stiles cleared his throat. “Maybe I should go?” Stiles asked, sensing a small tension in the room.

Y/N’s dad shook his head. “No, it’s okay. You can stay Stiles.” He looked back at his daughter. “I know this move hasn’t been easy for you.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. Her dad got a new promotion that required him and Y/N to move to Beacon Hills. She missed all her friends back home and making friends at Beacon Hills High School wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. She knew Stiles’ friends, but they were kind of distant and always busy with unexpected plans at the very last minute, mostly at nights. She was lucky to have Stiles as, not only her boyfriend, but her best friend too.

“So, I got something for you that might cheer you up,” her dad smiled at her. “But!” He pointed a finger at her, “you have to promise me you’ll take care of him.”

“Him...?” She asked confused. She looked back at Stiles, looking for any hints if he knew what her dad was talking about. Then suddenly, it hit her like a lighting bolt. She remembered asking - no begging her dad for a dog the minute they moved into town.

“You got me a dog?!” She asked with so much excitement.

Y/N’s dad chuckled. “Yup!” He walked behind the sofa and pushed a big kennel with a small golden retriever inside. “Y/N, meet Oliver. I adopted him this morning. I hope you don’t-.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed with glee as she rushed over to the kennel, nearly pushing Stiles out of the way. She opened the kennel door and let the puppy out. He immediately rushed to her and licked her face as she picked him up. Y/N giggled.

Y/N’s dad chuckled. “As I was saying, I hope you don’t mind that I picked him out without you. I’ve been checking out different pet stores and dog pounds since we moved here. Yesterday, I ran into this little fella. The lady said they were going to put him down because he had already been there for a while and no one wanted him. I knew the moment I saw him, he was meant to be yours.”

“Oh, daddy! I love him!” She put Oliver down and rushed over to hug her dad. “Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!” She repeated as she hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek.

“Aww man!” Stiles groaned in annoyance. Y/N and her father looked over at Stiles, only to see Oliver peeing on his shoe.

Y/N gasped and rushed over to Oliver, but it was already too late. Oliver had already finished. Y/N bit her lip back, trying to fight back her laughter. Her dad on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing.

“You little runt, you ruined my shoe,” Stiles said.

Y/N laughed as she grabbed Oliver. “Don’t get mad at Ollie. He doesn’t know any better.”

“Promise me you’ll potty train him and take care of him,” Y/N’s father asked, still chuckling.

“We promise,” Y/N promised.

“We...?” Stiles looked at her.

“Yes. We will take care of him. We’ll walk him everyday and maybe he’ll even go on a couple of dates with us,” she smiled at Stiles. “I have a feeling he’s going to be with us for a long time. He’ll be our dog. So, you better be nice to Ollie.”

“I’ll only be nice if he’s nice to me...” he looked at Oliver who ironically at the moment was giving him puppy dog eyes. Stiles’ heart melted. He couldn’t be mad at a cute puppy. Stiles let out a small sigh of defeat. “Just promise me you won’t pee on anymore of my shoes. Okay, Ollie?” Y/N held Oliver in front of Stiles’ face. Oliver immediately started licking his face. Stiles smiled as he rubbed behind his ears.

“Ollie likes you too,” Y/N smiled as she leaned in and kissed Stiles’ cheek.

Stiles placed his hand on top of hers, pulling Y/N out of her memory. She looked over at him. He gave her a small smile. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s going to be okay.”

Before she could respond, the veterinarian walked in. Y/N didn’t need to know she was coming to meet them with bad news. It wasn’t the sad look on the veterinarian’s face. It was her heavy heart and the gut wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach that indicated something wasn’t right with Ollie.

“I’m sorry,” the veterinarian immediately started. “Oliver’s stomach has flipped and it’s too severe. An operation would fix this, but given his age, the surgery might cause him more pain than he already is. If you don’t want the surgery, you can take him home and try to make him as comfortable as possible, but I have to warn you, that’ll be extremely difficult. He’ll be in too much pain to get up and go to the bathroom. Chances are he’ll just lay in his business. He’ll need around the clock care. I feel like I should also let you know, there’s a third option if you want to go that route as well.”

“Third option?” Y/N asked confused. “What third option?”

When the vet said nothing, Stiles squeezed his wife’s hand and gave her a sad knowing look. Y/N’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, suddenly realizing what the third option was.

“I’ll give you two a moment to decide on what you want to do,” the veterinarian said as she walked back into the back room with Oliver, leaving the couple in the waiting room.

Stiles said nothing. He didn’t know what to say because he knew no matter what he said, it wouldn’t cheer her up or erase the pain she was in. For a split second, he wished he was like Scott, because then he would be able to take his wife’s pain away.

“Stiles,” she whispered with a shaky breath. “Do you think she’ll let us see him before,” she stopped herself, unable to finish the sentence.

“Of course.” Stiles reached in and swiped the single tear that made its way down her cheek. “Are you sure you want to do this, hon?”

More tears fell down her cheeks as she nodded. “We have to. He’s old. He’s 13 years old, not counting doggy years.” She let it a heavy sigh. “He’s in too much pain. He doesn’t deserve to be in anymore pain,” she sniffled.

“Okay,” Stiles said as he cupped her cheek and brushed the tears away. “Let’s go see Ollie.”

The vet came back to see if the couple had made their decision. When they gave her their answer, she led them to the back room where Oliver was. Before she opened the door, she turned around to face them. “If you like, you can stay after you say your goodbyes. However, I completely understand if you want to leave before-“

“We’d like to stay,” Y/N immediately answered. “Ollie doesn’t deserve to be by himself.”

“Okay,” the vet nodded and opened the door. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”

Y/N and Stiles walked up to Ollie, who was lying still on a steel table underneath a comforter. He didn’t move other than his eyes when he saw his two best friends coming towards him.

“Oh, Ollie,” Y/N whispered as tears ran down her cheeks. She leaned down and hugged him softly, trying not to cause any more pain. She pulled back and covered his face with kisses. He licked her cheek one last time before she pulled back. She locked her eyes with his dim green eyes. “I want you to know, you were the best dog in the world, okay? Don’t ever think you weren’t. You were fun, adventurous, curious, funny, loving, and beautiful.” She bit her lip back as she tried to regain her strength. “I want you to know it’s going to be okay. You’re going to go to a wonderful place and I’m sorry, but we won’t be there,” Y/N looked up at Stiles. She saw his hand running along Oliver’s body, his back, his legs, and his tail. He was taking in Oliver’s features one last time. When his fingers brushed through the end of his tail, Stiles looked up at Y/N. His nose was wet and pink, and his eyes were filled with tears. He nodded at her, motioning her to continue.

“But you’re going to love it. There’s going to be other dogs there and you’ll be friends with them. Maybe you guys can chase squirrels or cats together. It’s also a world where there’s countless of big bones and cupcakes for you to eat, sticks and balls to play with. It’s also a place where you can look down and always watch over us. You’re going to love it, Ollie.”

The vet knocked on the door just as Y/N had finished her goodbye. “Are you ready?”

Y/N stood up straight and nodded. Stiles stood next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and placed his free hand on Oliver’s back. He stroked him, hoping Oliver would find it comfortable. The vet grabbed the needle and injected the pentobarbital into the IV that was hooked on Oliver.

More tears flowed down Y/N’s cheeks as she saw Ollie trying to fight the sleep. His breathing was becoming slower. She leaned in and kissed his head. “It’s okay,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll always love you and I’ll see you one day years from now.”

Y/N closed her eyes as Ollie’s eyes fluttered close. She stood up and immediately buried her face in Stiles chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. They had just lost - what they considered, their first child. All he knew he could do was hold her tight and let her cry for as long as she wanted. “I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. She nodded as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt, signaling she loved him too.

Two weeks later

“Hey,” Stiles said after he finally found his wife sitting in the recliner in their living room. As he walked closer to her, he noticed she had a picture frame in her hands. “What are you doing?” He asked before he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She let out a small heavy sigh. “Just looking at this picture of Ollie.” She handed him the frame. It was a picture of them two with Oliver in the middle. It was taken shortly after Y/N’s dad surprised her with the puppy and Stiles cleaned his shoe. It was their first family photo.

“It would have been his 14th birthday today,” she let out a sad sigh.

Stiles kneeled down next to her. He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “I know, baby.” He brought up her hand and kissed it. “I miss him too.”

“It’s so weird not having him around.”

“Tell me about it,” Stiles said as he looked at the photo. “I still expect to see that goofball running towards me when I get home from work, only to tackle me down for kisses.”

Y/N let out a sad chuckle. “He loved you.”

“And he loved you too.” Stiles tugged her hand. “I got you something.”

“You did?” She asked a bit surprised.

“I mean normally on this day I would come home with a big bone and Ollie’s favorite cupcake from the bakery down the street. So instead, I decided to get you something.” He pulled out a small silver bone charm with the letter O. “I thought it would be nice to add it to your charm bracelet. That way Ollie will always be with you.”

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears. “I love it,” she leaned in to kiss him. She pulled back and gave Stiles her wrist with the charm bracelet. Stiles put on the charm. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Stiles.”

“I have one more surprise for you. Ollie would kill me if I didn’t continue the tradition.”

“Please don’t tell me you got me real bone, Stiles.”

Stiles chuckled. “I did and I left it in the backyard where Ollie is buried, but that’s not the surprise.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“I got us two of Ollie’s favorite cupcakes. I figured he would be pissed if someone didn’t have his favorite cupcake on his day. I think we should go outside and sit on the porch swing. It’s a beautiful evening outside.”

Y/N smiled at Stiles with more tears in her eyes. She grabbed his hands as she stood up. She pulled him in for a tight hug after she kissed him. “Thank you. I really needed this.” She tightened her grip on him. “I love you.”

Stiles leaned in and kissed her. “I love you, too.”

“Promise me something?” She asked.

“Anything.”

“Promise me, we’ll always eat his favorite cupcake on this day.”

“I promise,” he smiled back at her before he looked up. “I promise too, Ollie.”

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misslilidelaney · 6 years

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AntiSchneptic

Pairing: Schneep x Anti

Warning: very foul language, mention of violence, blood.

“FOCK! IT HURTSS!” “Shuddup gurl, you are only making it worse! Don’t move!” “Oh, oh no! What do we do? Wil are you done? We have to take Anti to the hospital!!” "I am done, I am done. You fellas should really pay more attention. They would not remember a thing, and stop saying our names!” “Wait, Pats, no. I am not going there. They’ll ask QUESTIONS. And call the cops. And all that fucking circle.” “What do you suggest then, Glitch Bitch?” “Let’s… urgh, let’s go to the college infirmary.” “That is a wondrous idea, friendo. There’ll be something to stop the bleeding and the Doctor retired last week!” “Let’s hope the new one is not a workaholic then! Sleeping B, start this car and let’s go!” “Yas gurl!”

His new office.

Henrik closed the door behind him and looked around. It was amazing. He finally was free from the pesky little hospital in Germany where no one appreciated his innovative thinking, his ways to operate. A lot of people would have been disappointed to go from surgery to working in a college infirmary, but not Henrik. He always liked being helpful and this is was the right place. Plus, the McLoughlin College was a pretty pricey University and when he first heard the minimum wage he thought he misheard. Way more than he espected, no wonder the previous doctor worked till he couldn’t anymore. He sat down, in the dark, his eyes closed. Tomorrow would have been his first day, the first day as “Henrik Von Schneeplestein, school doctor”! He laughed at himself, and grabbed his phone, taking a pics to upload on Instagram to brag with his friends. That’s when he heard the soft thud from the infirmary, divided by a sliding door from his office. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, a surprised look on his face when he clearly heard voices from three… no, four people? Maybe they were students, but why were they in the infirmary at that time? Were they trying to steal something? Oh, not on HIS WATCH! He stood up as quietly as he could, but from the voices it was clear they were not expecting somebody so they talked quite loudly. Henrik slided the door open just a inch, and looked. He was right, there were four people in the room. He tried to memorise the particulars of those individuals to remember them and file the report to the campus security correctly. One was wearing a light yellow shirt, glasses and… were those mustache pink? He looked at his green hair and well, maybe he shouldn’t speak. The one next to him was a tiny boy that looked like didn’t belong in the weird group of specimen in front of him. He was wearing a light blue polo and a cat-like cardigan, black thick glasses and he looked like a soft puffball. The complete opposite of the… Wait, was that a girl or a boy? Well, they were extremely tall and had a crop top, a leather jacket and rocked the sweetest manbun ever, and the coolest purple eyeshadow. They muttered something and that’s when Henrik saw him.

Sit on the cot, was a skinny boy dressed all in black. Ripped jeans, a simple black tee with a deep V neck, a bunch of tattoos on his arms. And his hair was a little darker shade of green than his own. He was clearly the one they were there for, because when he raised his head he had a bleeding eye. A bleeding eye paired with a baby blue eye, the most beautiful Henrik had ever seen in his life. And the other one was the most interesting he saw in his carreer. He decided to shut up and listen what they were saying. “Remy, no! The antiseptic would burn his eye completely!!!” The tiny boy reached the tallest person and grabbed a bottle from their hand. They shrugged: “Okay Pattoncake, what do you suggest? We just patch the eye and let it go rotten? I dunno about you gurl, but it does NOT sound like a plan to me. What do you say, Wilford?” The guy with the pink mustache was calmly looking all the cabinets, patting a finger on his mustaches and humming. “Wilford, answer me boo, we don’t have all day here!” “Calm yourself, Remy.” Sighed the other “As you may notice I am looking for something to stop the bleeding. THEN we deal with the presumable infection our dear Anti may or may not have.” Henrik shivered a little. That guy was probably on his first year, but still he gave him the creeps. Then the bleeding one spoke, a high pitched, hoarse voice. “As long as you move, fockers. I don’t have the all day and this bitchy eye focking HURTS!” Was that an Irish accent? Did he find a fellow european? Okay, no. Focus. He was tempted to let them do and pretend to not be here, but when… Wilford? grabbed the most wrong of the bottles and poured its content on a cotton pad, he knew he had to intervene. He opened the door and spoke, kinda bossily.

“STOP YOURZELFES! YOU VILL ONLY HURT HIM MORE!” Anti almost had a fucking heart attack. The door of the supposedly empty office opened wide, and a tall figure emerged from the darkness. He had light green hair. Oh come on, another green haired one? I should go back to brown! he thought for a bried second. The guy was wearing a blue t shirt, with black loose jeans. But what captured him was the piercing blue eyes, way more perfect then his own. They were also framed by a pair of glasses. And the light shadow of beard framed his lips and “HOLD ON FUCKER WHO ARE YOU?” He suddenly remembered where he was when Remy screams, Pat already panicking ad Warfy looking just surprised. The guy in front of them crossed his arms and smirked “I am ze one who iz supposed to be here. Myn name is Henrik von Schneeplestein, and I am ze new doctor.” The four boys gasped. Anti instinctively looked at Remy, because they were the only one not supposed to be here, being a dropout and all. “Oh boi, okay. Good sir! We are very very sorry to have stepped in your property but, as you can see, our friend is badly injuried and we would like to help him out.” Wilford of course tried to smooth talk the doctor, but the other raised a hand at him to stop his talking. “Ja, ja. I can see, young man… Vilford, correct?” FUCK HE KNOWS OUR NAMES. HOW. SURE, because FUCKING EVERYONE SAID THEIR NAMES. GOD. Anti wanted to scream but remained silent, while the doctor came closer to him. “Don’t try to focking touch me, asshole. I will focking bite you!” “Okay, you don’t vant your eye to be better? Suit yourzelf. Get out then. But I suggest you just stay calm and let Ze Good Doctor help you.” The doctor grinned. “We vant these pretty blue eyes to be even and prettier right?” Was the doctor fucking… flirting??? Remy raised their eyebrows and muttered “Gurrrrl”, while Patton smiled knowingly. Oh shite, now he will blabber about me having a senpai or some bullshit like that. While he watched his friends, he didn’t even notice the doctor go the cabinets, grab a pair of small bottles and come back to him. “Please lay down… Vhat is your name, young Anti? Because I guess iz not actually Anti.” He talks fucking funny but his voice is super soothing. “My name is Sean Brody, doctor.” He was shook. Why did he tell that guy his fucking name? Not that it was a secret but… He wanted the doctor to say his name. What the actual fuck. He heard Remy go “Guuuuuuurrrlll” under their breath, Patton lightly sigh and Wilford just shook his head, smiling softly. Not his fucking fault if he was a 19 years old with a thing for guys from 30 and above. And that doctor, with his green hair, his fucking perfect eyes, his lips… Well he checked all the things Anti likes in an instant. He lay down on the cot, and let the Doctor work his science on him.

After a few months of going to the infirmary almost everyday for one excuse or the other, Henrik finally asked Anti why he was always here. “It’s not that I don’t like your company, but I am not a counselor, and I cannot help you vith… non doctor stuff. Psychology is not myn field and you know it, Sean. Also, you always come here hurt like crazy, I am starting to vorry a little” He usually called him Anti, also because the boy basically begged him to not use his actual name, but this time he wanted a serious answer so the proper name was a must. At the question, the student blushed badly. Henrik raised his eyebrows in surprise. That was… not what he expected. He espected the boy to throw a tantrum and insult him, as usual, but not that time. And fuck, he was… so damn cute. No, Bad Doctor. He is a student. You are… not his teacher but still it’s not a thing that should happen, even if the boy is clearly of the right age. In public at least. “Well, doctor… I am… Er…” “Henrik.” “What? But…” “I know. But you come here almost everyday and… You can call me Henrik, if you vant.” He sat on the cot next to the student, puttin his hands behind himself and looking at the lamp above their heads. And he asked him, softly. “Anti, do you try and succed to hurt yourzelf just to have an excuse to see Ze Good Doctor?” He does not look at him, letting the boy blush in piece. Oh. He likes that blush a little bit too much.

“What? Are you focking crazy?” He turned and looked at the doctor, who was only now returning his gaze. Those fucking perfect eyes. Those fucking perfect lips. He gazed at them and with a “Fockin’ damn it all.” closed the gap between him and the doctor. At first the man was frozen in place, but with a grunt he grabbed Anti’s head, both hands, and pushed himself closer to the boy’s mouth. The kiss became soon a make out session, and at the end of it, the Doctor pulled back and said, serious but all red on his face: “Of course it’s a thing between us. I don’t vant to be fired or for you to be expelled. Also please stop hurting yourzelf to see me.” Anti nodded, smiling: “I don’t want you to be fired too. Where could I get all the bandaging I need from the fucking times I actually hurt myself. I am very, very clumsy.” More like, I hurt myself when I beat the shit out of people because Patton asks so nicely, AND I am clumsy. But shh, details. The doctor shook his head, and leaned in for another kiss. None of them heard the sound of the sliding door opening, nor the softest click of the camera that captured them together.

Dewey Seeth looks at the picture on his phone. Nobody knows about it, not even his Jaques. And lately, he, his lovely boyfriend and their new, rich, perpetually bored friend, just discovered that their favourite dealer was put in jail. “Maybe I can do something with you, little little thing.” He wispers, and turns on his computer. Time to see how good is zis Doctor.

(Notes and taglist)

WOOOOAH!

This was so fun to write! Also, I wanted to introduce a character I almost forgot to mention in the presentation: Remy “Sleeping Booty / Sleeping Bitch” Morphes, Bing’s Genderfluid Partner.

Remy was clearly inspired by @asofterfan AND @devilishrianna versions of Remy so all credits go to them! Finally, the pairing Anti x Schneep (Which I decided will be AntiSchneptic from now on) was inspired by @veykun ‘s Henry x Lil A couple, and they are my OTP FOREVER.

TAGLIST:

@shetanibonaparte @marriedwithjosh @hotcocoachia

(write me an ask if you wish to be added? I dunno how much I will post about it, and PLEASE feel free to write/draw/anything about this AU, as long as you tag me!) Mashup!AU MasterPost

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quinnhayden · 6 years

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Could you please write more with Aidan & Quinn? Maybe when they’re all together and they’re out walking in the park or visiting something and Seb’s character, Chris Beck, comes up to Quinn and they start to talk like good friends? The guys are like ‘Who tf is this dude’ Since he’s a Dr, Quinn & him could have met before he went to Mars. The guys will be kinda territorial ‘cause Quinn is flirting with him and they’re hoping that Aidan might scare him off, but to their surprise & Aidan likes him

I took one look at this prompt which has not only daemons but Chris Beck and immediately titled it: hold my fucking beer.

Winter, finally, seems to have broken and it’s such a beautiful day in Brooklyn, so warm and sunny, that Quinn could almost cry with it. Rather than be cooped up in their brownstone, everyone collectively decides to take a nice walk and have a picnic in the park. Okay, not everyone. But when Linda approaches Quinn, early in the morning before anyone else is up, and hesitantly explains that she’d love it if she could head outside today, nothing would stand in Quinn’s way to give Linda what she wants. It wasn’t only Bucky that spent those seventy years being tortured, after all. Both Linda and Bucky are still so reluctant to demand things for themselves, so on the rare occasion that they do actually want something, everyone else would bend over backwards for those two.

The warmth must’ve broken something open in Linda because she’s a little chatter box the entiremorning leading up to their picnic. Quinn doesn’t mind it one bit, of course. She thinks that maybe this is Linda reclaiming some of her autonomy after beingforced to be silent all those decades. Bucky is obviously infected by her good mood, too. Compared to the usual, he and Linda have been chittering away with each other and his smile comes easier. Quinn and Steve have been sitting back, watching with amazement. She can’t say the same for Steve, but she’s about to burst, she’s so full of love. If warm weather keeps them like this, Quinn would pack up and move them out to her Arizona property.

As they’re about to head out the door, Linda raises up on her belly in front of Quinn. “Hey—” she hesitates. Bucky, next to her, frowns and reaches out for Linda, but she drops down out of his grasp. Her hood automatically opens, but snaps shut, andthere’s a tense few seconds where Linda and Bucky stare at each other. Then, she tilts her head toward Quinn and shyly asks, “Can I ride with you today?”

Once, in the humid heat of a Vietnam jungle, when Quinn was on the hunt for the Winter Soldier, Quinn had been bitten by something. The animal had been too quick for Quinn to see at the time, but unbeknownst to her, it’d been Linda. The super soldier serums have had odd effects on their daemons, so her venom had been potent. That bite had almost killed Quinn. Linda and Bucky have always blamed themselves for the harm they’ve done to Quinn, but Linda especially has kept her distance because of it.

Having Linda close a little more of that gap makes Quinn want to cry, but she won’t. “Yeah, of course you can,” she answers and tries not to sound too eager. Linda loops her long body around Quinn and settles her head down on Quinn’s shoulder. If Quinn stops to clutch Linda a little tighter, then that’s their secret.

“The best part about the future,” Linda carefully starts as their ragtag group steps outside on the street, “is how much bigger everyone is. Bucky’s gotten a lot bigger than he used to be back in the war, so it’s easier for me to wrap around him—”

“More for me to wrap around, too,” Quinn interrupts cheerily and winks at Bucky when he snaps his head around to look at her. Both Quinn and Steve will be the first people to talk about how stacked Bucky is these days. Steve cackles loudly when pink blooms across Bucky’s cheeks before he ducks his head down.

Linda hisses in annoyance and Quinn squeaks when Linda’s tongue flicks against her ear and tickles her. “And Steve and Nora, I got used to their size, but now you and Aidan are a lot bigger, too,” she continues after a huff. “Back in the war, I didn’t think Aidan could get any bigger, but I was wrong. And I wish I knew before now how much hotter you are! I wouldn’t have been so miserable with Bucky these past few months if I knew. I would’ve gotten in bed with you and Steve.”

“Excuse me for the inconvenience, your highness,” Bucky grumbles under his breath.

“Aidan, are you hotter, too?” Linda questions.

“Yes,” Aidan answers with an annoyed rumble that makes a passing man and his small daemon scramble past faster. Aidan, always conscious of his enormous size, stops to try and shake off the person’s fear. Steve scratches behind Aidan’s ear to help him feel better. “I’m fat and hot and it sucks ass in the summer. Who has more heat strokes—me or Quinn? That’s the real question.”

Linda slides around Quinn’s neck so she can loop around and up and put her chin on top of Quinn’shead. “Huh. Me and Bucky are always trying to not be cold.” Both Steve and Quinn shoot a sharp look at Bucky who then glares at Linda for ratting them out. “And you and Quinn are always trying to not be hot. I bet Bucky could keep Quinn cool. His fingers and toes are like icicles.”

“Bucky should sleep with Steve and Quinn. They’d definitely stop moping so much—” Aidan stops as they enter the park and raises his nose. Then, he stands up on his back legs, an imposing ten feet. Hekeeps sniffing around, trying to look and find something, Quinn guesses. She’s annoyed that people and daemons keep scrambling away. He’s a daemon, for God’s sake. He’s not some wild animal that’ll kill everyone. This is why Aidan doesn’t like to be in public anymore. This is exactly why he doesn’t like people other than a very select few.

“Aidan?” Linda unwinds from Quinn’s neck and drops down to the ground so she can slither over to Aidan.

“Hey,” Nora tries to get his attention and shoves her muzzle against his side. “Aidan, what’s up?” Quinn shrugs when everyone turns to look at her in questioning.

“Quinn,” Aidan suddenly hisses with excitement. He drops back down on all fours. “I knew I smelled someone familiar! It’s Chris!” He leans over and grabs Quinn’s sleeve in his teeth, muttering, “C'mon, c'mon, we gotta see him before he leaves. I haven’t seen him in forever.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus,” she laughs. Then, he breaks off in a sprint, chasing Chris Beck’s scent and Quinn shouts, “Aidan!” She’s not sure that even Chris, who has never shied away from Aidan, wouldn’t be a little intimidated and nervous to see a huge grizzly bear running toward him. “Sorry,” she apologizes to Steve, Bucky, Linda, and Nora quickly before she chases after her excited daemon.

“Aidan, hey, buddy,” she can hear Chris laughing. She steps into view and watches Aidan rolled over on his back, relishing in some good belly rubs the same way Nora does. “Where’s Doctor Hayden, huh?”

“Quinn, Chris,” she reminds him. Chris looks up at her and smiles. “It’s Quinn. No need to be so formal all the time.” Quinn squawks as his Japanese Macaque drops down from the branch above her head on her shoulders. “Oh. Hey, Hannah. How you been, sweetheart?” The monkey starts chit-chatting with Quinn which, when Hannah’s on a roll, it’s hard even for Quinn to keep up.

“Hannah, chill out,” Chris scolds his daemon. “And come back over here. Leave Doc—” Quinn sends him an annoyed glance and he meekly corrects with, “Come over here and leave Quinn alone.”

“I could say the same thing about my daemon,” she murmurs and watches Aidan fondly. “But he’d rip even my arm off if I tried to take him away from your famous belly rubs, so.” She scratches under Hannah’s chin absentmindedly. “How’ve you been, Chris? Like I even have to ask. Everyone in the medical community has been keeping a close eye on you since NASA snatched you up the second you made it out of medical school. I read that academic journal you published, by the way! The effect of daemons in deep space? It’s really fascinating work. If the Avengers ever need to be in space, that’s really useful information to have.”

Chris, ever humble, points out, “Those are theories for right now, not for NASA’s lack of trying.”

Both Quinn and Chris do what happens every time they meet which is talk doctor shop. Chris drops sheds some insight on how he’s been having his daemon helping him in surgery. Aidan makes some remarks about how he’d try to help and claw someone’s face up by accident which makes Chris cackle. Quinn recommends he get in contact with Helen Cho over in South Korea because she’s got some amazing work going, too.

“Lord, every single time I see you, all I do is ask you about work,” Quinn interrupts. “How’s your personal life? How are you doing?”

“Yeah, and you do this every single time, too. We talk about work and then you ask me how I’m doing,” Chris remarks with a chuckle. “And like I always say, still single and ready to mingle. It’s a little harder than I thought to find someone who can work with the crazy schedule of a surgeon astronaut,” he jokes.

“I know how that can be,” she says with a nod. “Thank God that Steve and Bucky work with me. When I’m on a mission, they’re usually there with me. When I’m home, they’re almost always at home, too. Oh! You haven’t met them, have you? I—uh, let me see where they are…”

At that exact moment, Steve clears his throat from behind her and Quinn whirls around. “Fellas, come meet one of my good friends.” She steps to the side so that they can see Chris—who is still on the ground, lavishing Aidan with attention.

Chris looks at them, all wide-eyed. Aidan snorts. “Don’t worry. Steve and Buck aren’t nearly as cool as everyone thinks they are.” Bucky narrows his eyes, but not at Aidan. He watches Chris warily. Steve’s looking a little guarded around the eyes, too. She wonders why. Obviously, Chris isn’t much of a threat.

“Anyway,” she starts a little nervously. “This is Doctor Chris Beck. I’ve known him for years. Since he was in medical school, actually. I was working at the same hospital he started his residency at. He’llhopefully be heading to Mars soon if NASA can manage it.” They’re keeping their distance from Chris and her brows furrow. “He’s got the Aidan seal of approval, if that’s worth much. Come over here and meet him.”

Nora and Linda are the first to come approach Chris. Hannah hangs off Quinn’s arm upside down and examines Linda. Snakes are unusual daemons, same as bears. Linda snaps her hood open and hisses at Hannah in warning. Hannah screeches and scrambles back up in the tree. Quinn frowns at Linda, but it’s her fault for not warning Hannah that Linda still isn’t used to strangers.

Aidan, however, bitchily says to Linda, “Where’s that good mood you had earlier? Chris and Hannah wouldn’t hurt a fly. Chris is a doctor.”

“Been hurt by plenty of doctors before, Aidan,” Linda snaps.

Chris winces. Just about everyone and their mother knows about the trauma Bucky and Linda have went through. Still, Aidan won’t baby Linda. He clumbers to his feet and moves over to tower over Linda. “Yeah? And what about Quinn?” Linda, rather than be threatened, raises up on her belly, hood open. “She’s a doctor, too.”

“Quinn is different,” Linda argues.

Hannah, in Quinn’s ear, murmurs, “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

Quinn scratches under Hannah’s chin and smiles apologetically. “I know. And don’t you mind Aidan and Linda. We’ve all been cooped up in the house all winter, it seems like. I think everyone has some cabin fever and we’re all a little testy.” She sighs and then, to Chris, she says, “Sorry, but I better let you and Hannah go before there’s a bloodbath in the park.”

“Yeah. I should probably head home soon, anyway. I’m meeting some new teammates today.”

Hannah leaps up into the tree to probably avoid Aidan and Linda who are still making snippy comments at each other and leaps over to Chris. “Let me know how it goes,” Quinn tells him. “It was nice to see you again. Don’t be a stranger, Chris.” Chris grins at her before he heads off in the other direction.

Linda hisses at Aidan, her version of the last word, and slithers over to Bucky. Aidan won’t let her have the last word, so he growls a little too loudly before he storms off in a whole other direction. Quinn glances sadly at Linda and Bucky before she follows after Aidan. An angry bear daemon all alone isn’t exactly a good thing.

Before she walks away, she hears Nora mutter, “So much for the nice day.”

#this is some inception level stuff nonnie #but I love writing about my daemon babies #beck was hard tho bc I haven't seen martian in a while #but DAEMONS #*u*#daemon!au #my fic #taylor answers magical people

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casino-lights · 6 years

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OCs as Companions - Eva Lee - Fallout: New Vegas

(This is based off @instishoot‘s wonderful template, found here!)

Basic info:

Race: Hispanic Gender: Female Affiliation: New Canaanites Role: Freelance treasure hunter Location: Courtyard, Sierra Madre Villa / The Strip Base SPECIAL: [S: 5] [P: 7] [E: 5] [C: 5] [I: 7] [A: 7] [L: 10] Tagged Skills: Speech, Energy Weapons, Lockpicking Perks: Black Widow, Fortune Finder, Miss Fortune Companion Perk: The Midas Touch - while Eva is a companion, the Courier finds twice the normal amount of bottle caps in containers.

 Eva Lee can be encountered for the first time in the courtyard of the Sierra Madre fighting a pair of Ghost People near a Sierra Madre Vending Machine. She is essential until the quest “Curtain Call at the Tampico” begins, at which time she will become hostile if Dean Domino is killed. If she is not killed, she will help the Courier escape with all thirty seven gold bars from the Sierra Madre Vault by adding a temporary perk that offers them unlimited inventory space for the duration of the “Heist of the Centuries” quest. Upon completion of this quest, she and Dean will be found talking by the fountain. Eva can now be recruited as a follower. 

Companion Comments:

Use Melee: “Getting personal, are we?” Use Ranged: “They’ll never know what hit ‘em.” Open inventory: “Don’t take too much. I earned this.” Stay close: “I’m right behind you, don’t you worry.”  Stay close: [already doing that]: “Any closer, darling, and we’ll need a room.” Keep distance: “I’m starting to have serious doubts about our relationship.” Keep distance [already doing that]: “How far back do you want me, exactly?” Be Passive: “I don’t mind letting you take the lead for a while.” Be Aggressive: “Don’t mind if I do.” Wait here: “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Follow me: “Aww, I missed you too.” Sneaking: “I knew I should’ve worn my other shoes.” “Let’s travel together”: “Finally! I’ve got some heists I saved just for you.” “Let’s travel together” (already have a companion): “No offense, but I’m none too keen on being your third wheel.” Leaving companion at the Lucky 38: “As long as it isn’t full of toxic mist and immortal freaks, I’m good.” “I wanted to ask you some questions”: “What’s eating you, darling?” “Tell me about yourself”: [First time] “Interested, are we?” [Subsequent asks] “I’m all yours.” “What do you think of the NCR?”: “Hah. Buncha kids playing soldier in everyone’s backyard. Can’t say I look on them too kindly, what with their taxes. Lost a good bit of treasure to those goons before I figured out how to dodge ‘em.” “What do you think of the Legion?”: “I suppose they’re the big bad boogeyman of the West, but some of those crimson fellas I’ve met seem downright pleasant. Seem to like pretty girls, at least, so they’re human enough. Could use a couple lessons on respect, but otherwise I don’t mind them too much.” “What do you think of Mr. House?”: “Ooh, the Mojave Mystery Man. [laughs] I can’t say I have an opinion. Long as he doesn’t try to run my life, I don’t much care about his.” “What do you know about Benny?”: “Seems like a strange one. But how can you not be when your boss and your best friend are television screens?” “What do you know about the platinum chip?”: “Sure is a pretty thing. I’m surprised I didn’t find anything like it in the Sierra Madre, but your man House said it was one of a kind. Don’t suppose you’d let me, ah… hold onto it for a while?” Death: “Blood… is that... mine...?”

Trivia and additional information:  Eva is scaled at 0.9 instead of the normal 1.0. She can be flirted with by male characters with or without the Lady Killer perk, though she will respond differently. Without the perk, she’ll remark that the Courier is “cute.” With the perk, she will find the Courier charming and will adopt a flirtier tone in future conversations. While she can be flirted with by a female Courier with the Cherchez La Femme perk, she will reply that she “never thought of [the Courier] that way,” but she respects the Courier regardless. Because of Eva’s relationship with Dean Domino, she will often reference him in her idle dialogue. When dismissed, she can occasionally be found wandering the Strip at his side.

Personal Quest Triggers:

1. The California Sunset Drive-In: “I wonder if they played Love Sets Sail here. I’d like to see it someday.”  2. The Aces Theater: “Vera Keyes used to sing on a stage like this one. She had a beautiful voice.”  3. New Vegas Medical Clinic, surgery room: “Vera Keyes was in so much pain before she died. And Dean never knew. She deserved better.” Giving Eva either Vera’s Dress or the Starlet Wig will trigger additional dialogue: “This… this belonged to Vera Keyes, didn’t it? Either that, or it looks like something she’d wear. I don’t know why you gave this to me, but… thank you.”

Personal Quest Description: Upon finding all three of Eva’s quest triggers, she will approach the Courier and sheepishly admit that she’s worried both she and Dean Domino are still clinging to Vera Keyes. She will ask the Courier to speak to Dean on her behalf, since he refuses to discuss Vera, saying, “He tells me she doesn’t matter as long as he has me, but the way he says it… I don’t know.” The Courier is then instructed to speak with Dean, who tells the Courier that Eva’s the one who can’t let go, saying, “She’s convinced she has to become Vera.” The Courier then faces a Speech check and a Perception check. Regardless of which is chosen, Dean begrudgingly admits his true feelings for Eva if the check is passed, effectively bypassing the next step of the quest. If neither check is chosen or successful, Dean brushes the Courier’s questions off and tells them to “show Eva Vera’s last bow,” which triggers the next phase of the quest. The next step in the quest, unless the Courier passes one of the dialogue checks above, directs the Courier to an abandoned movie theater in Outer Vegas where Love Sets Sail was about to premier. Souvenirs and memorabilia of Vera Keyes’ Hollywood career litter the theater in honor of the film, and Eva will collect all she can in awe. Once the location is cleared, Eva confesses that she feels like she left a part of herself in the Sierra Madre and has been trying to fill it with Vera, whom she so closely resembles. She asks the Courier for advice, and regardless of how the Courier answers, they return to Dean at the Lucky 38. Depending on how the Courier helped Eva, she and Dean will either reconcile and stay together or argue and drift apart.

Personal Quest Outcomes: The Courier can respond to Eva’s request for advice in one of three ways:

1. They can convince Eva that she never lost herself and should pursue her love of her role model, Vera Keyes. Eva’s default outfit will become Vera’s Dress and she will gain the perk “Beginning Again,” which grants her a bonus to defense when her health is below 50%. Her general tone in dialogue becomes more light-hearted and flirtatious, and she is found with Dean far less frequently if she is not the current companion. 2. The Courier can alternatively advise her that she doesn’t need to hold onto Vera Keyes just because of their resemblance, and that despite her traumatic experience in the Sierra Madre, she can heal and move on. The Courier can offer their support in the recovery whether or not either dialogue check with Dean Domino was passed, but if neither Dean nor the Courier support Eva, she will default to the previous outcome. If the Courier succeeds in convincing Eva to move on, her default outfit will become a unique version of gambler attire, and she will gain the perk “Letting Go,” which grants her an additional +10 to all damage resistances. 3. Lastly, the Courier can tell Eva that Dean is the one confusing her, not Vera, which leaves her conflicted and emotional. Her dialogue begins to sound more distant and sad, and she gains the perk “Clouded,” which gives her a 10% damage bonus and immunity to getting knocked out/dying while fighting ghouls.

Game Endings

Killed with Dean: Despite Eva Lee’s efforts to keep Dean Domino alive, the Courier got the better of them. Her last breath in the Sierra Madre was much the same as her first there: unfamiliar, choked by the Cloud, and tasting of bitter copper. Died elsewhere: Eva Lee, treasure hunter extraordinaire, survivor of the Sierra Madre Resort, companion to Courier Six, met her end in the Mojave Wasteland, surrounded by desert warmth and sandy winds. The final beat of her heart fell with pride, and she knew she would rest easy with her memories of the Sierra Madre. NCR Victory: As the NCR marched through New Vegas, Eva Lee knew her short time at the top was over. She left her suite at the Lucky 38 without a single item, preferring instead to rebuild her life from the ground up in a new land far from the government’s reach. Soon afterwards, rumors of a treasure hunter brave enough to conquer any pre-War ruin could be heard as far east as the Mississippi River. Legion Victory: Thanks to her quick thinking and clever tongue, Eva Lee managed to retain control of the New Vegas Strip as long as she gave Caesar’s Legion preferential treatment inside its walls. For Eva, the trade was more than acceptable, and she lived out the rest of her days in ultimate comfort at the top of the Lucky 38 as crimson banners flew beneath her windows. House Victory: No longer welcome in the Lucky 38, Eva Lee was forced to seek her home elsewhere. Rather than remaining in New Vegas, she decided to wander home to New Canaan... only she returned to find them slaughtered by the White Legs. Upon seeing this, she began roaming aimlessly, and she eventually met her death alone and unknown. Independent Victory: Eva Lee was allowed to keep her suite in the Lucky 38, and her fame skyrocketed thanks to her affiliation with the Courier. She loved having her name in lights, and she became one of the most influential figures in New Vegas with her shrewd communication skills and her quick thinking. Personal quest, Beginning Again: As Eva embraced her connection to Vera Keyes, her relationship with Dean Domino grew strained. Eventually, it shattered completely, leaving them both frustrated and lonely. Though bitter, Eva drew comfort from Vera’s strength in her final days, and made sure to live her life as she thought Vera would have wanted: to the fullest, with no regrets. Personal quest, Letting Go: With the help of her lover, Dean Domino, Eva finally began to heal from her traumatic experiences in the Sierra Madre. Unbeknownst to Dean, she helped him move on as well, and the duo grew ever closer as they shot to the top of the New Vegas social scene. Personal quest, Clouded/incomplete: With her heart still torn between her reverence of Vera Keyes and her love of Dean Domino, Eva never felt whole. One day, she simply vanished into the wasteland wearing Vera’s dress… and was never seen again.

#oc: eva lee #fallout: new vegas #gracewrites #long post

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freakishlemon · 7 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the gendering and socialization of work lately with regards to my growing frustrations with my youngest brother, so I’m throwing words at this screen. Might be interesting to you folks, might not, so I’m putting it behind a cut below.

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So some basic background, I’m the oldest of 4 kids in my family and we live in a rural town that’s been start-stopping it’s way to suburbia sorta kinda maybe, so our upbringing is pretty squarely centered in this little corner of the world. There me (trans-masc genderqueer) born in ‘88, there’s my sister (woman) born in ‘90, middle brother (man) born in ‘92, and the youngest brother (man) born in ‘96. Myself and the middle brother both still live at home, but we are employed and are paying off loans or looking into continuing education, so we’re doing pretty well. My sister has been moved out with her fella and their co-owned pets and she started her own business last year, in addition to subsidizing her income with part-time bar-tending/restaurant gigs when she needs to. All three of us have completed the middle-class white person requirement of earning a Bachelor’s degree (yay debt :/ ).

My youngest brother has a chronic gut illness and had to have surgery on his intestines last December, which prompted him to really think about his college education (that he was failing) and opt to not finish school. I think that was a surprisingly mature decision for this brother. So he takes the time to recover from the surgery and he’s been back to his normal for a while now, so my parents have been prompting him to start seeking employment since about March-ish.

He’s still unemployed, which does not surprise me based on our location/job market/the incredible hell that is Finding A Job, but I find myself and I see my parents becoming more and more frustrated with him.

Now, my parents’ frustration I understand because they’re in their late 50s/60s and they do all those prior generation stereotype things like tell you to make a million follow up calls and go bother the management and just start asking businesses for jobs, which is what they know. The rest of us sympathize with that portion of my brother’s current position, but... it occurred to me that my youngest brother is doing nothing to alleviate this from my parents because he hasn’t learned how to deflect them.

Because he’s looking for his first job.

His. First. Job.

It hit me this morning that the way our society socializes work for afab folks starts so god damn early. If we define a job as Somewhere You Are Scheduled To Be To Perform Work, I started working at 11 at my local library as a volunteer. I outgrew the summer reading program for the young kids and there was nothing for the older kids. I had to be there for my siblings because I was too young to stay home, so I was shelving books or assisting at the Scholastic book fair. Listen, I worked at this library as a volunteer for so long that the retiring children’s librarian had me run the summer reading program for two years, then she retired and there wasn’t a children’s librarian for a year so I ran the summer reading program, AND THEN I TRAINED THE NEW CHILDREN’S LIBRARIAN ON HOW TO RUN A SUMMER READING PROGRAM. It was her first librarian job and I was sixteen.

My sister started doing the same thing when she aged out of the summer reading program. My brothers didn’t.

But if we count paid work, my sister and I took our first job together at 14 and 12 when we were offered a pretty sweet babysitting gig. We’d finish middle school, walk over to the elementary school down the street to pick up this first grade girl, and hang out at the library doing homework for an hour and a half until the girl’s mom could come pick her up. Three days a week, paid on Thursday like clock work.

And we both did things like that until we were old enough to be legally hired - babysitting gigs, pet sitting, helping older people with physical tasks (I mean, mostly my grandma just having us doing a day’s worth of chores for pizza and ten bucks, but it’s still work).

And we applied for jobs all through high school and if we didn’t have jobs during the school year, we went for summer jobs. The only time either one of us was without something for at least part of the summer was my summer before senior year of college when I was s c r a m b l i n g for an internship to meet my graduation requirements (the coordinator at my school was no god damn help and I’m still mad about it).

Neither of my brothers was prompted to find paying work until after highschool, except when family friends needed pet sitters and my sister and I were already working. They were only encouraged to do volunteer work during highschool because it was a graduation requirement.

I was unemployed for a few months after graduating college, which is pretty normal, and that’s when I learned to balance out the actual reality of job hunting and my parent’s expectations of it. And you know the easiest way I found to do that? Work around the god damn house. Do all the dishes. Sweep floors. Vacuum. Is there a junk closet mom’s been meaning to go through? Empty it out, clean it, and go through what needs to be done with the stuff, and then do it for her so that she only has to make the decisions without taking her two days off to do it herself. Shit like that. Honestly? Yep. Yeah mom, I put in nine applications today, one of the places I applied to last week should be calling by the end of the week, and look at your sparkling kitchen. Done. I acknowledge my advantage of being a physically healthy person to pull this off and the amazing support of my friend who would call me at six in the morning to wake up my ass to take a walk, talk shit out, and then start the day with a scheduled thing. I know that’s not in the cards for all of us, but even doing a few simple chores like wiping off the flat stove top did a lot to get my parents off my back.

(Once my sister started working for actual paychecks, she’s pretty much always been employed because she rocks at this stuff. When she got her at-time-dream-job-in-her-actual-degree-field at a photo studio for $50k a year, she had three part time restaurant jobs and still managed to have more of a social life than I’ve ever had. And then when she hated that job, she started her own business and is making it work. She’s a rock star. It’s amazing.)

So my middle brother was unemployed for the better part of a year after his retail summer job stopped giving him hours and he was searching for a job in his field-ish. He wasn’t socialized to pick up housework the way my sister and I were, but due to his recently-diagnosed-bipolar-flavoured mental illness (i’m not sure the exact diagnosis, but it’s in the bipolar type family) he would have manic episodes and needed shit to do to manage his brain so it quickly became a thing that mom would leave him a list of shit that had to be done around the house each day/week and he would get it done (less done on depressive days, but still to the point of acceptably done). He built the routine and when he couldn’t get calls back for interviews, he sought out gig jobs from friends and family, which is how he ended up in his current job. And even now after lots of balancing acts and sorting himself out, he’d on a pretty even keel these days, but if he’s got fewer work hours than the rest of us that week and mom leaves him a list, he gets the must-dos done.

My youngest brother was diagnosed with his gut illness at 9, which is a shit hand of cards to be dealt. Flare ups are bad and can lay him out for days. I know that’s a part of his life and is probably affecting how he’s looking for a job and all, but... it’s very frustrating to me that this is his first job hunt (or temporary gig hunt) and he’s 21.

He was prompted to get summer jobs while he was in college and relatively healthy, but it wasn’t enforced by my parents on him the way it was on the middle brother and certainly not the way it was enforced on my sister and I. It’s very frustrating to me that my mom will leave a list for my youngest brother with things like 1) empty dishwasher, 2) do your laundry, and 3) play with the dog outside for 20 minutes, and not a single one of those things has been done by the time my mom or I get home (we have similar work schedules). And my mom’s response is to just roll her eyes and grudgingly do it or ask me/middle brother to do it. She doesn’t make him do it. She’s never assigned him to make a simple dinner for the rest of us, the way she has middle brother and myself. She’s never assigned him big projects (clean the basement, vacuum the whole house, scrub out the refrigerator) the way she has middle brother and myself, even as something to be done over the course of the week instead of that day.

It’s just super frustrating to hear him snap at my parents when they pester him about getting a job because mom, dad, middle brother, and myself are doing full time jobs plus sometimes side jobs (middle brother is running a daily livestream and/or podcast, I’m slowly working fiber work business stuff into my life, mom’s starting a yarn dyeing business) PLUS ALL THE HOUSEWORK and he’s sitting there in his room all day filling out applications for a bit and then playing video games for fourteen hours.

Like... I’d feel less frustrated if I knew or suspected it was the gut illness or something that was kicking him all the time, but I don’t think it is. We learned to recognize that kind of stuff when he was in school because there were times when he could only do a half day or couldn’t go at all. Honestly? I just don’t think he knows how to work. Not the way my sister’s and my gendered upbringing taught us. Not the way my middle brother’s mental illness and brain coping taught him. We ended up as people who need stuff to do during the day. It just looks to us like he’s not trying when the reason he hasn’t emptied the dishwasher in two weeks without my mom standing there making him do it is “I forgot."

Just... ffffguh. Venting.

#real life stuff #frustrated #family things

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