#me projecting my own issues like woah

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okay so I can't stop thinking about a nerdy prudes star trek au

Pete: Android, Chief of Science

second “son” and creation of infamous non-federation cyberneticist t'noy karaxis (because come on that just sounds like a Star Trek name) 

t’noy’s first creation (ted) was considered unstable/aggressive by the federation standards and was incredibly dangerous, but when they went to handle the situation both ted and t’noy karaxis had ~mysteriously disappeared~

pete doesn’t know where they went either and he’s always very worried about them showing up again (but also, secretly, really wants at least ted to)

pete was never completely finished because of the disappearance, so he’s faulty, prone to power fluctuations (woah,,,, almost like low blood sugar,,, crazy,,,,)

he’s got an emotion chip, but it’s also faulty, in that it spikes hard into overdrive, and he has a hard time controlling it some of the time

If he’s feeling really upset/worried about something important/embarrassed he’s prone to remove it (especially when he’s younger/before he’s got his established friend-group-crew; they really try to stop him from doing that)

VERY IN LOVE WITH STEPH BUT HE DOES NOT REALLY UNDERSTAND IT AND IT’S STRESSING HIM OUT

started just as a normal science officer but like six people died and now he’s got the position– he’s also really stressed out about that precedent

he loves outer space so bad, they regularly have to reign him in on ground missions or during very dangerous space-issues because he’s just so excited about learning cool new space facts

his room is just books and experiments and a huge window so when everyone else goes to sleep he kind of just Stares out at the stars

he has little cyber-glasses that ‘help him analyze things’ but mostly he wears them because he thinks they look cool

not great with people both for android reasons and for ‘spent the vast majority of his early existence entirely alone and isolated, finishing building himself’ reasons 

Steph: Half-betazoid, Security Officer (She’s….. the brawn……. he’s the brains)

okay first things first I know betazoid's irises that are all black but I've always thought it would be cool if it was their whole eye and this is my au, gene roddenberry, so leave me alone

back to actual au: her dad (human) is a high ranking starfleet officer who nepo-babies her through the academy and onto a starship but he’s incredibly open, both vocally and projecting-his-emotions wise, that he’s doing it to get rid of her

her mom (betazoid) died when she was really little and she was raised across multiple starships/bases by her dad, so she’s entirely cut off from that part of her culture

she’s flying completely blind with her emotion/mind reading abilities and from a very young age has learned how to take advantage of it for her own benefit

it’s basically masking times four hundred because she’s navigating all of her relationships and interactions based on the thoughts of those around her/what they’d like or want from her

she’s constantly subjected to the really gross thoughts of her crewmates and it’s GROSS AND BAD and has really heightened her defenses

especially in her academy days (at the behest of her friends) or when she’s feeling threatened she can and will use her mind reading abilities to be really, really mean but,,,, she doesn’t do it much anymore and does feel very bad about it

she really hates pete at first because he’s the first person she’s never been able to read the mind of and she doesn’t know how to navigate it/it’s way, way too vulnerable for her but it actually ends up making them way closer because it’s the first relationship she’s ever had based fully on trust

never actually gave a shit about star fleet or it’s missions before, she was honestly really annoyed by the academy and her dad all but forcing her to take this position, but it’s… sort of growing on her (don’t tell anyone)

Grace: Human, Medical Officer

human and incredibly proud of that

she’s like…. maybe a little prejudiced about it,,, she certainly doesn’t mean to be,,,, but she’s always the one to deliver that classic star trek ‘I thought this race didn’t have BLANK advancement, humans do this better, etc...’ lines that kicks off an episode to tell you about the new alien race of the episode

both her parents worked with star fleet but never actually made it off of earth (because they didn’t want to) so she’s her family’s equivalent of ‘kind of a rebel’ for wanting to be on a starship

she’s just a really high achiever and is treating it sort of like a mission trip to help other planets

(she also just… really wanted to and thinks it’s cool but she thinks that's kind of selfish so she keeps that a secret) 

doesn’t trust pete and is at least somewhat miffed about him not needing help from medical 

met steph in academy and was really, really, really excited when they got assigned on the same ship (steph was NOT)

huge stickler for rules and regulations and it’s either incredibly helpful or causes all their problems there's no in between

morally against the holodeck and no one is necessarily clear on why

because her parents worked for star fleet on earth she still lived with them during academy so being on the ship is her first time ever being apart from them and it’s causing some sort of crisis (though who know which way said crisis is going to hard pivot) (you hope it’s in a gay way but it’s also grace so it could be in a space murder way,.,., only time will tell)

Ruth: Human, Engineer

human and livid about it

desperately wants to be captain one day, and has dreams of being on the bridge, but it became clear very quickly in the academy that she was too anxious to ‘boldly go’ as far as she’d need to to achieve that :(

she’s very good at engineering but she thinks it’s boring, and she thinks just being a human amongst all these cool aliens is lame, and she kind of is under the impression everyone is judging her for it (they’re not)

don’t let this bitch around an visiting vulcans she will ask them about pon farr

she asks steph about “the phase” IMMEDIATELY (context: the phase is where mature betazoids suddenly become horny forever basically) and was like ‘is that going to happen even though ur only half??’ and steph, who had never heard about it, was HORRIFIED

met richie and pete in academy and thought they were so cool she needed them to be her friends or she’d die

they were both very okay with it 

they’re all buddies :)

she helps pete with any repairs when he gets damaged or something happens- she’s the only one he trusts to do anything other than himself 

(... she also wants to test if he’s actually ‘fully functional’... pete’s said no so far though :/)

spends hours on the holodeck

Richie: Andorian, Communications Officer

he’s not much of a fighter, despite being andorian, and initially wanted to go more into the artistic side of his culture but his fascination with other planets/cultures/people as well as the concept of ‘boldly going’ pushed him into joining starfleet

still draws/creates art in his free time tho

managed to be fluent in like forty different alien languages and the universal translator pisses him off in CONCEPT (even though it’s still incredibly helpful that he doesn’t Need it and is part of why he has his job)

he keeps his room freezing and pete’s the only one willing to hang out with him in it because he can’t get cold :) 

he’s mad he has to wear the red uniform because of his job >:( he’s blue why can’t he wear blue >:(

constantly gets in trouble for wearing increasingly non regulation layers over his uniform

single handedly caused the tribble outbreak on their starship

he’s banned from ground duty anytime they’re on a random planet because he gets over excited and keeps almost dying from getting straight up phaser-set-to-stunned (because he’s not only andorian but he’s a particularly fragile andorian like it doesn’t even need to be a phaser pistol just a normal phaser fucks him up)

also spends hours on the holodeck, often with ruth, and they like to drag pete with them even if he doesn’t really get it

#OKAY SO I KNOW THIS IS OG SERIES COLOR SCHEME WITH NEXT GEN UNIFORMS LEAVE ME ALONE #I ALSO KNOW SOME OF THEM SHOULD HAVE PIPS I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE FIGURING THAT OUT #nerdy prudes must die #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #lautski #grace chasity #ruth fleming #richie lipschitz #hatchetfield #star trek #npmd #starkid #click for quality dear GOD #my art :)

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Ahhh, sorry minor thing (has to do with your body swap comic) just thinking about the Mikey sensory overload bit. I saw this thread on it talking about his sensory issues and it hasn't left my mind since. It basically was a bunch of clips showcasing those issues in the show so seeing it in a comic is such a woah moment. Basically I was just curious on your thoughts on it.

yooo there's a whole thread about it? i haven't seen that but now i really want to omg if anybody has the link or something lmk

ok anyways rant under the cut lets go

I have a Few Thoughts about the bros and their neurodivergencies, both the ones headcanoned by fans and the ones actually confirmed

And these are the two main confirmed ones from the writer/producer of the show! Donnie's was a given just by observing how he's characterized in the show, and Mikey's became obvious once you recognize how hyper and impulsive he can be sometimes.

That one scene in Donnie's Gifts perfectly encapsulates how his brain works for me, where he forgot to mention a famous chef turned into a pig mutant live on television because he wanted to make sure the food he was making at the time turned out right and literally just forgot about the whole ordeal right after lmao

I'll be honest, a lot of the characteristics of ADHD he exhibits for me are mostly personal headcanons since I never took much notice of how his actions in the show can be recontextualized with the knowledge he's neurodivergent, but the one thing I DID notice is how often he goes into his shell.

Obviously it's a box turtle thing, his species is more inclined to hide in their shell since the carapace can actually close fully, making it a viable survival tactic. And with ADHD, I imagine any kind of unpleasant sensation or a sensory overload would trigger this escape mechanism, since being in his shell is equated with safety and control for him. It keeps the Bad Vibes out and lets him recenter himself

As for what would cause a sensory overload for him I have no clue, maybe it wouldn't be anything specific and I don't want to just project my own sensory issues onto him so I shall leave that open ended for now.

Though I do imagine food would be a big thing for him. It seems like one of his bigger special interests, so I'd find it to be an interesting dilemma for him to have a limited palate despite his interest in cooking. He would definitely make it a personal mission to experiment and try as many things as possible just for the chance to find new stuff he finds enjoyable, but in the process end up finding out a bunch of other foods are practically inedible for him.

If anyone has other thoughts on this feel free to add them, I love these kinds of discussions on character analyses and trying to see how their neurodivergencies are portrayed within the context of the show :]

#i also headcanon leo as being adhd just in a different font #and raph as innatentive adhd with just a touch of autism #they all just give me that vibe idk why #rottmnt #rottmnt rant #rottmnt mikey #asks open

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Queern’t

An Asexual Dustin One-Shot

Henclair + Background Lumax & Dusuzie, Elmax mentioned

CW: Cheating (without intent), minor internalised homophobia, discussions about sex/sexuality, implied autistic Dustin (*cough* projection *cough*)

“What’s it feel like when you kiss Max?” Lucas paused their game and slowly turned to him.

“…Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Lucas squinted with his lip hitched up on one side, in a confusion-induced sneer.

“Yeah?” Dusting frowned and turned to look back at him. “That’s why I’m asking.”

“Why would you need to know about me kissing Max then? Do you still have a thing for her?”

“Max? No! Ew.” Dustin grimaced. “No, man, I don’t like Max. Not like that. That was so two years ago.”

“Okay, okay,” Lucas rolled his eyes and placed his controller down, shifting his body to face Dustin’s, giving him his complete attention. “Explain the thought process behind your question.”

“Well,” Dusting floundered for a moment, throwing his own controller down with a huff, mirroring Lucas’ body language. “Suzie and I have kissed.”

“Yeah, she likes it better without the teeth, I hear.” Lucas pushed his lips out as he nodded and Dustin shoved him in the chest, earning a short laugh.

“Shut up! Look, I just…Suzie’s hot. I think she’s hot. And she’s got all these rules about our relationship cause she’s Mormon and stuff. Which I’m completely fine with!” Dustin added quickly. “It’s just…I’m completely fine with it.”

“Fine with what?”

“The whole…” Dustin leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper as if they weren’t already alone. “Waiting until marriage, you know?”

“I’m confused. You’re upset because…you respect your girlfriends boundaries?” Lucas tried to rephrase to make sense of it and Dustin groaned.

“No! Yes. Kind of.” Dustin buried his face in the back of the couch as Lucas grinned at his friends suffering.

“And you’re asking me what it feels like to kiss my girlfriend because…?” Lucas waited for his response with a slowly turning hand.

“Because when I kiss Suzie, I don’t feel like it’s some big thing! Isn’t it supposed to be?” Dustin looked up with genuine distress on his features, brows downturned and pinched, brown eyes big and a little glossy. The instinct to comfort his friend made Lucas’ body feel bigger, breathing in and filling out his broadening frame as he sat straighter.

“I don’t know. Kissing is just…kissing, Dustin.”

“But it’s supposed to feel like something. Like— like electricity.” Dustin perked up as he remembered. “That’s what Steve told me. You start kissing, and then you wanna do more, and it’s just like…a-a sexual current.”

“Okay…” Lucas considered his words, mulling them over. “I don’t know if Steve is the best person to go to about relationship issues. The guy can’t keep one.”

“He’s working on it.” Dustin winced a little after he said it. “I don’t feel like that with Suzie. When we kiss. I should, shouldn’t I? She’s my girlfriend, and I do love her.”

“Woah, love?” Lucas put a hand up, a tad shocked. “Really?”

“Well, you love Max, don’t you?” Dustin’s eyes widened. “Do you?”

“Of course! We’ve been dating like, almost three years. On and off.” Lucas pursed his lips. “Last week ended our longest relationship so far. Three months. But I’ll get her back by the end of this week, I’m sure of it.”

Dustin pursed his lips, mimicking Lucas’ expression before frowning.

“Yeah, that’s kind of sad, man. I love Max, great friend, but she dumps you like…all the time.”

“And I win her back every time!” Lucas gave a winning smile like he was in an inspiring ad, but it didn’t make Dustin’s deadpan stare fade. Lucas sighed, shoulders dropping. “Okay, so we aren’t the perfect couple, she’s stubborn, I’m an idiot, but we work! I do…love her. I can see us always being together. She’s a great friend and not a bad kisser.” He admitted with a coy shrug.

“Isn’t she like the first girl you’ve kissed though? How would you know if it’s good or bad?” Dustin scratched at his head as he considered his own question.

“I don’t know. We had to learn together. And when I kiss her, I feel good, so she must be good enough.”

“You feel good? Like…” Dustin glanced downwards and Lucas felt his cheeks tingle.

“I mean—! Sometimes. Not all the time. Kissing is…it does lead to stuff. But me and Max haven’t, like…she’s not ready. I respect that.” Lucas’ face was starting to burn now, embarrassed, but he tried to play it cool.

“But you are? Ready, I mean.”

“I mean, what guy isn’t? It’s like, all we think about.” Lucas joked and Dustin looked away, cheeks blooming pink. Unlike Lucas, he couldn’t play it off when it was so plain on his face.

“I…don’t.”

“What, like ever?” Lucas frowned. “You think about it at least like…once a day, right? Don’t you wanna do that with Suzie one day? After you’re married.” Lucas rolled his eyes a little as he tacked the last part on.

“Of course!” Dustin quickly exclaimed. “It’s sex! Who doesn’t— what guy doesn’t…Think about it. All the time.” His lips thinned as he smiled tightly. Lucas wasn’t stupid. He’d known Dustin for years. He could spot one of his lies from a million miles away.

“Do you think it…like at all?” Lucas prompted softly and Dustin’s lips moved without sound before he sighed.

“Sometimes. Like…Suzie will send me a photo in the mail and she’ll be wearing white so you kinda…see her bra,” Dustin mumbled the words like his observation was supposed to be a secret. “And yeah I go ‘that’s nice’ but I don’t…have the urge to have sex with her.”

“Like at all?” Lucas squinted with furrowed brows. “You don’t even think about, like, what she looks like under the shirt?”

“It’s a nice thought sometimes.” Dustin admitted. “But I don’t get hot and bothered over it. Honestly when it comes to actually doing it…it just seems like a lot of work.” He sighed and laid back against the couch with pursed lips.

“I’d rather talk to her about comics and D&D, and her newest science project. Hold her hand. Maybe…cuddle while we watch a movie.” His face was steadily getting redder, unable to meet Lucas’ eyes as he picked at his nails with his other hand. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “I just…feel like I’m behind everyone when it comes to that stuff. We’re sixteen and I…don’t even wanna fuck my girlfriend of two and a half years.”

“Are you…like…” Lucas tried to find a way to say it that didn’t seem accusatory. “Gay?”

“Gay?” Dustin whipped around to look at him like he was crazy. “I’m not gay.”

“My bad!” Lucas put his hands up in surrender. “Nothing wrong with it if you are. We both know Will is…different.”

“Will being gay is whatever, it’s Will.” Dustin scoffed. “I’m not gay though.”

“Well, I mean, you don’t seem interested in Suzie.” Lucas pointed out, confused as Dustin was. “You don’t even like kissing her.”

“I like kissing!” Dustin defended. “It’s just…I thought it would be this big thing, is all. Fireworks and electric tension. But it’s not. It’s just nice, kissing Suzie. I like kissing my girlfriend.”

“It’s not fireworks for me and Max.” Lucas admitted with a shrug. “It’s-…okay, there is tension for us, but it’s why people make out, you know? Cause you don’t wanna have sex yet, but the build up is nice. Frustrating but hot.”

“Suzie and I made out once.” Dustin admitted with a small shrug. “She seemed into it. I got bored after twenty minutes and starting half watching the TV. I would have been happy to just cuddle! Or like…kiss her neck, but she’s got strict parents.”

“Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“How would I know?!” Dustin threw his hands up in the air. “We live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere! You think I can just waltz up to a guy, plant one of him and go, ‘yep, I’m into that’?”

He shoved Lucas for the dumb question.

“I guess you’re not wrong.” Lucas snickered, shoving back. Dustin narrowed his eyes and pushed him again. Lucas kicked up a brow. “You really wanna do that?”

“Bring it.” Lucas laughed as he launched from his seat to tackle Dustin, the curly haired boy screeching despite his tough talk. If Lucas had anything on Dustin, it was his brawn.

Dustin put up a decent fight though, shoving his face and tugging at his jacket in a lame attempt as throwing him off the couch, which only happened when Lucas decided there wasn’t enough room to headlock him on the cushions.

They hit the ground hard, Dustin giving a winded groan as Lucas shoved him onto his front and sat on his back to wrap his arm securely around his neck.

“Tap out! Tap it!”

“Uncle!”

“Wrong game, man.” Lucas laughed, Dustin smacking the floor twice before Lucas let up, falling against him with a belly laugh that nearly brought him to tears. “Uncle?”

“It’s all I could think of. My brain went blank.” Dustin wheezed under his weight and Lucas snorted, sitting back against the bottom of the couch as Dustin flopped onto his back.

Dustin took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“What if I’m just…broken?” Dustin sighed heavily. “Like my junk just doesn’t work that way. Or— or something in my brain doesn’t send the right signals. Typical.”

“There’s nothing broken about you…unless you count your freaky collarbones.”

“Those are missing, not broken.” Dustin corrected with a fake, condensing smile.

“Maybe you’re just missing something then.” Lucas shrugged. “Maybe you love Suzie but you’re not…in love with her. And that’s why you don’t wanna sleep with her.”

“So what? I break up with her? It’s not you, it’s me?”

“I don’t know, man.” Lucas huffed. It was frustrating, not being able to help his friend. “I’m just shooting possibilities here.”

“Maybe I should kiss a guy.” Dustin thought out loud, staring at the ceiling glumly. “I don’t think I’m gay though. I never thought about it.”

Lucas watched Dustin watch the ceiling and sighed softly. He shifted his bent knees down to the floor and leant down, pressing a swift kiss to his lips. Dustin flinched and sat up with wide eyes, moving away just a few inches. That hurt weirdly enough, a cold chill permeating his body as he was scrutinised. He should be used to that by now as one of four black kids in all of Hawkins (Erica, Patrick and Jeff making up the other three).

“What?” He said defensively and Dustin floundered for a response.

“I have a girlfriend!” He finally settled on.

“Sorry. I thought I may as well save you the trouble. You didn’t feel anything, right? So you don’t have to break up with Suzie.” He shrugged, looking away.

“I— you still kissed me!” Dustin actually looked like he wanted to cry and guilt ate away at Lucas’ stomach. “You can’t just— I’m not like that, okay? I was joking. I thought out everyone I was to supposed to be the one who didn’t get jokes.” Dustin’s voice wobbled as his knees hiked up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. Mirroring Lucas’ own actions.

“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t thinking.”

“…I thought you loved Max. You don’t kiss other people when you love someone.”

“I do love Max!”

“You basically just cheated!”

“Max and I are off right now!” Lucas was getting increasingly frustrated now. Who was Dustin to stick his nose in his feelings for Max? Unlike Dustin, Lucas could actually get it up for his girlfriend.

“Still! Emotional cheating!” Dustin cried, groaning and burying his face in his hands. “Why would you do that, man? That’s not normal.”

Lucas bristled at the words.

“What? You have a problem with gay people now? With Will?” Lucas spat and Dustin snapped his head up, glaring back.

“That’s not what I meant, Lucas. I meant kissing your friend. When you already love someone!”

“Max had this same dilemma!” Lucas broke. “She kissed El! When we were on.” He crossed his arms and huffed, sitting back too harshly. “Max said it meant nothing. She was just curious to figure out if she had feelings for girls too or not. It’s the same thing.”

“And what? You forgave her for cheating?”

“That’s not the point I’m trying to make, Dustin!” Lucas yelled and Dustin flinched, lips thinning with anger he was keeping to himself. Burning with a mix of shame and rage.

“What’s the point then?”

“I—“ Lucas found he couldn’t find the words. “The point is that…that kiss was just an experiment. You don’t have to feel guilty over it.”

“…You have soft lips.” Dustin admitted in a soft mumble, looking down with wet eyes.

“Thanks, man. I guess.” Lucas fiddled with his sleeve, suddenly feeling suffocated in the silent room. “So?”

“So?” Dustin blinked a few times, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Did you feel anything?” Lucas shrugged. “Like…something different to Suzie?”

“Not really.” Dustin scratched at his neck. “To be fair, we’re friends. I always like hanging out with you. And it was like, barely a kiss.”

“I’m not kissing you again.” Lucas warned and Dustin actually laughed.

“No, no, I just…maybe I’m just broken after all. I don’t…wanna fuck anyone. God, I’m dramatic, aren’t I?”

“No.” Lucas frowned. “Maybe it’s just…a ‘with time’ thing. Late bloomer.”

“I’m sixteen.”

“Okay, then, so what?” Lucas proposed with a shrug, hands out. “You don’t like sex. Or, at least the idea of doing it. You’re not ready, and if you never are…oh well. You got plenty of other great things about you to entertain any partner you decide to have.”

“You think?” Dustin said, voice small but hopeful as he looked up at Lucas through a few curls that hung down his forehead.

“Totally, dude.” Lucas smiled softly, hoping it was enough to reassure him. “You’ll figure it out. Whatever you are. Whoever you choose to be.”

Dustin broke into a toothy smile.

“Thanks, dude.”

“It’s cool. We’re friends, aren’t we? I’m happy to help.” As they picked up there controllers, Lucas ignored the twisting in his stomach at the thought of Max, likely waiting for him to win her back like he always did.

He would. If being black and unpopular wasn’t hard enough in this tiny midwestern town of Indiana, he didn’t need to add being queer to the list too.

#lucas sinclair #asexual dustin henderson #dustin henderson #henclair #ducas #lucas x dustin #autistic dustin henderson

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Chapter 2. Frozen Hill Zone

As Sonic ran across the now-snowy Green Hill Zone, it didn't took that long until he realized that he had to mind the speed. "Woah-!" He barely managed to stop before he could fall into the pit. "Phew! Gotta be more careful about speed huh? This is new... Kind of..."

"Huh? Badniks?... Looks like Eggman is involved in this huh? Tho I do doubt that he'd be able to have pulled something like this..." Sonic, like he always does, spin-dashes right towards a few badniks. And Sonic makes his way through Frozen Hill... Until he hears a familiar voice...

"Rah! Why is it so cold!" It was Eggman. He was wearing extra thick clothes, making him look more fatter, to which Sonic, couldn't help but mock him for.

"You look more rounder than before, Egghead. Preparing for hibernation? Hmm?"

Eggman, who obvioulsy also recognized the voice and got annoyed, spoke angrily. "NO IT'S NOT! YOU BLUE GUMBALL! I've had ENOUGH!.. Of you calling me things... Although "Eggman" may have been the only one I accepted... A- Anyways... The point is... if you're going to stand in my way... I'll have to fight you!"

Sonic grabbed his head. "Alright alright... I'll put an end to whatever you're doing Egghead."

Sonic with his homing attacks, was able to hit the eggmobile. Eggman shot lazers at Sonic, which didn't helped that much since Sonic defeated him anyways.

"Alright Egghead, tell me. Are you the one who's been causing this?"

Eggman looked at Sonic in disbelief. "What? Me? To change the entire planet's temperature? No way! You probably know I don't like cold places..."

Sonic, although expected this situation, was a bit shocked. "I mean... You... did kind of did a part on changing the entire planet... splitting em up y'know?"

"I-," Eggman tried to make a comeback, but ultimately failed "...Fair."

"So what? Like... you're not up to something? That's honestly... Impressive for ya Eggy. You usually would be like, '"Ugh! I hate that hedgehog!'" and immidiately go and plan another scheme."

"Look Sonic, although yes I hate you. But, I got to say... trying to scheme in a cold environment... Does not work well."

"Y'mean... '"I hate the cold more than I hate you.'"?"

"...Yes Yes, I'll admit it."

Sonic then got an idea, which he kind of hated.

"Y'know what? You help me find whatever or whoever is causing this."

"Oh? And what's in for me?"

"... No more freezing days in a middle of summer?" Sonic looked at Eggman, kind of annoyed for not knowing the obvious thing.

"...Fine fine... But you gotta do this real quick! I can't stand this temperature!" Eggman shivered.

"Heh, what can I say? Quickness is my specialty!"

Then, from the wristband Tails gave to Sonic vibrated, as it showed a hologram... of Tails calling. Sonic answers.

"Sup lil' buddy. I didn't knew this was for communication!"

"Hey Sonic! Also... Is that Eggman?!"

Eggman then came closer to the hologram.

"Yes, yes hello young Prower..."

Sonic smirked, "Yeah, he's helpin' us."

Tails paused, thinking for a second before answering. "Well... I guess using a helping hand won't be an issue. Also, Sonic! I've found some more information about this situation. But I don't want ya to be freezing there outside. So you can come back and I'll tell you... Also Eggman can come if he wants."

"Thank god! I can't handle this weather anymore! What are you waiting for hedgehog? Lead the way!"

Sonic, always with his smug face answered. "Alright! Just make sure that you can keep up with me!"

"Sonic! Eggman. Welcome back."

"Alright Tails, what is this new information you were talkin' about?"

"Okay, so, from what I've gathered, I came to the conclusion that whoever is causing this... Might be in Ice Cap... Y'know in Angel Island?"

"Oh boy! Sounds like we're going to have a little nostalgia trip eh? I wonder how's Knuckles doing... Hope he's not inside an icecube with a silly face on him..."

#sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #sonic: avalanche panic #miles tails prower #eggman

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Give us the headcanons plsssss

Ask and you shall receive! I wasn't actually expecting anyone to be interested in this so I'm hyped!!

Transfem! Danse Headcanons

I personally think that queerness in general is very normalized in the wasteland

Like, it's 2277. The Brotherhood doesn't give a shit what your gender is. Scribe Haylen would probably do your top surgery on the ground in the police station if you asked politely

What I'm trying to say is if Danse's egg cracks while he's in the Brotherhood "Not wanting to transition to prevent transphobia/sexism/general issues in the workplace" wouldn't be a reason to stay in the closet

It's more of the fact that Danse has created this little niche for himself, that he has so little identity outside of the Brotherhood that he feels the need to hold onto every scrap he has, even if that scrap is, well, "male".

My original idea for the drawing I made was Danse losing a bet/game/etc during his more ~wild~ Knight days and Cutler (plus some other knights) made him wear a skirt/dress/etc as "punishment"

And Danse is embarrassed and whatever, he's being laughed at, and then he goes back to his quarters to change and for the first time actually gets a glance at himself in the mirror and woah

It's more than a bit awkward - the clothes are ratted and don't fit properly, he's probably wearing his flight suit underneath, but there's a flutter in his chest that's more than just the lingering embarrassment of the lost bet

Egg successfully cracked. Now to just push down and hide those feelings about as much as he hid that dress in the back of his closet

I also wouldn't be surprised if he went through an "aw fuck I have a crossdressing kink" phase before he truly realizes he's trans

Partially because A. He's a bit repressed, both sexually and in general, and probably connects dresses and bras and general prettiness to "sexuality" rather than "womanhood", and B. It's common for your sex drive to increase once you start feeling gender euphoria

And he's completely oblivious about it all, too. He talks to trans people and watches his teammates transition and he goes "hmm good for them. I can't ever imagine what that'd be like!" And then prompty locks himself in his room, puts on a dress he "borrowed" from the lost and found, jacks off, and cries for 45 minutes.

It probably doesn't click for him until someone looks him in the eyes and says "hey man, you know you can just... be a girl, right? Like, 24/7 for the rest of your life?" And Danse is like oh my fucking god. Holy shit.

And let's be honest, with how Danse doesn't open up very much, that person would probably be Sole, and it'd probably be post-bb

Dealing with a gender identity crisis ON TOP of a synth identity crisis might be a bit much for him though so... let him take it slow

I would love to see Danse mess with his pronouns a bit - maybe she/they or she/he?

I can imagine him still having a strong attachment to his manhood, due to it being one of the only aspects of himself that really exists and isn't either ripped away from him (like the Brotherhood and Cutler) or a fake memory

So he'll go for demigender or bigender or SOMETHING not binary trans that includes both his current womanhood and his past manhood that he still connects to

The TRANS part of "transfem" is super important to him

Totally not me projecting with my own experiences as transmasc

ALSO I like to imagine he gets gender envy from the WEIRDEST things

Like Sole sneaks this shirt into his laundry:

And he is. Entranced.

Stares at himself in the mirror for the next like ten minutes straight

Haylen knocks on the door like "Hey Danse? buddy? You good in there...?"

And Danse is softly weeping like "I want them to be real... 🥺"

OKAY I'M DONE FOR NOW. I hope you enjoyed transfem Danse rambles. If you read this far congrats here's some pride edits for your commitment:

#the brainrot is real #and so is transfem danse #fallout 4 #lgbtq headcanons #headcanons #not maintagging danse for this. idk maybe if people like it i will. jurys still out on whether im hashtag cringe or not #trans mtf

[superbecky]

Woah, what is this... an original character?! Honestly, I have so many original characters that I have art for but never upload because those characters are for bigger projects not ready for the public yet. It is a nice treat for me to be able to actually upload one of my babies without needing to worry about all that. c:

🎮Concept🎮

So, what led me to create ZER0? Well, have you ever played a video game that has a character creator, and you just sometimes don’t know what to do for it? Typically I tend to just make myself, but sometimes I would rather make an actual character. For me though I get really attached to the characters I make most of the time, so sometimes I don’t want to have another “new” character to add to my list of “characters to care about”. Therefore, I thought to myself, why don’t I just design a character to use for when these situations come up? Thus, ZER0 was born.

You can feel free to also use ZER0 for those types of situations as well! Their purpose is to have a character to use for those types of games when you may not know exactly what to do, but don’t want to just press the “randomize character” option or take a lot of time making a new one. (Please note: this is not me giving permission to claim them as your own character!)

Also, ZER0 does not mind if you change up their base look a bit! Want to give them long hair and a dress? Go for it! Want to give them battle scars and glasses? They would think it’s cool! ZER0 just likes to have fun.

🎮Description🎮

“Player” ZER0 is a virtual puppet/AI who was created for players to help with their video games that require character customization. If ZER0 is used for a game, to them it feels like entering a deep dream that they have little to no control over. They will automatically take on whatever role, memories and personality needed for whatever role/game they are used for.

🎮Other Fun Facts🎮

The 3 dashed “hair shines” are based on Wi-Fi bars.

Has rainbow cheeks/blush and light rainbow coloring in eyes.

Pupils are a “0”.

Is canonically aroace.

Is canonically 16 years old.

May have a small god complex issue.

Got any questions about them? You can feel free to ask! :D

>Please do not re-post or use my work in any way without my permission! Re-blogging is ok. Thanks!<

#digital art #original character #character design #ZER0 #aesthetic #character sheet #character profile #oc #my bebe

[piotrgacreativenquiry]

Wednesday 13-03-2024 Writing Retreat

How and where do I begin? With a silly question of course. I am hoping this piece of writing will piece together some of my disparate thoughts and ideas about my critical enquiry module. Over the course of the year there has been a lot of thinking and whilst useful, I think it has bogged me down causing severe issue with the practical part of the project. I often find myself lost and overwhelmed by my thoughts. I don’t think this is a bad thing but it also needs reigned in, especially as we are coming up to the last stretch of fourth year, a scary thought. I was reading a review, critical one, of course, silly me thinking review would make sense without context, and found that the student spoke about a source that talked about how we as art students make work to pass, rather than the work we want to make. I kind of feel like that right now and want to make work that digresses from the work I have already generated for creative enquiry. I think part if it is that I’m aware that the undertaking of my work is huge and I’m worried I wont be able to complete it to a well enough quality for my liking. I don’t want someone else, aka Alan, to do all the work for me so I’ve been reluctant to ask for advice when I’ve needed it. Anyways, that’s my rant over, and now onto the juicy stuff like what my thoughts have been about recently.

My critical enquiry module focuses on uncanny representations of myself through sculpture and casting from my body which, no that sounds bad, start again. My critical enquiry module is an investigation into the uncanny through sculpture and body casting. These works are combined with found materials that are alluring and evocative for me. This, I think, is too broad from the get go. I want to create life-size casts of my body using materials like concrete and plaster but have fallen into issues like what materials to use for a mould. I have been able to use simple methods like modrock and alginate (in low amounts. I’m not rich, yet), which have served their purpose in a smaller scale, however now that I have made hands etc, I want to move onto the larger parts of my body but don’t have the technical skills to be able to achieve that in my opinion. How do I join parts together? Will my materials hold their own weight? This has slowed down my already slow making process and I worry that the making has ended, as I’m in a big rut right now that I’m struggling to get out of. I think partly knowing that I have an almost guaranteed place into my next year of university is to blame, as I have taken a foot of the gas physically, yet in my mind I stress so much about the amount of work I need and want to make.

I know why I want to make my work crude, I think it’s essential for evoking feelings of uncanniness in viewers. Whilst realism is also a nice way to achieve this, like Andy always says, why try to make something look realistic when you can’t and will make a half arsed job of it, when you can make something that is a bit tongue in cheek and/or crude. I think this approach will work and create pieces that are uncanny.

The main element that I have struggled with is the found object. Why am I using them? Why am I drawn to them? etc. I initially wanted to combine parts I have found with sculptural forms of the body. For example, a plaster cast arm, combined with a bike chain, to create a sort of hybrid collage that would unsettle the viewer. A face cast with a piece of wire embedded inside it. I began to make hands and arms and legs but what now? They aren’t connectable to anything without a lot of difficulty and struggle which I worry will damage my work. Woah, maybe I start from scratch? I begin to make what I said I would? I accept that what I have now, is finished, and that I should begin to make what I originally wanted to make! Wow why didn’t I think of this months ago, fucking idiot. These writing retreats are class they really help with getting your thoughts on paper, thank you Louise. Anyways back on track! So I begin from the start duh. So I start all over again. What now? I need a to-do list, a clear plan, and I think, an end goal. New paragraph please.

Found objects. When I walk down the street I tend to look around. I hate my generation and the younger ones that spend all their times on their phones, absorbed in their little devices. Are they the ones being taken on a walk? Are we pets to our phones? I always get annoyed when my girlfriend doesn’t notice the things I do when we are on walks, just look. I think phones have made us passive and flat beings that don’t know how to stay focused for long periods of time. Thanks TikTok. When walking I notice objects (this term is loose, ie OOO definition of objects) and whilst most just look like an object on the ground, many also have something to them. Recently when walking to work, I saw an empty meal deal sandwich packet on the grass and just saw it as rubbish, but beside it lay two vapes that spoke to me. They lay side by side, almost like they were displayed like that on purpose. It was here I realised that these objects react with each other and their environments without our own intervention, something Jane Bennett spoke about in Vibrant Matter. I think moving forward I need to make a journal of these objects and go out my way to remember them for what they really are and how they made me feel. Too many times I’ve walked past these objects and not recorded or taken them, which has resulted in severe regret, This is where my side project comes in. I have began to use AI to create representations of what I remember these objects to look like and so far it has worked great. AI is a scary thing. This works great as I’ve been combining them with very emotive pieces of writing which seems more serious than it is. To me it is serious, it is torment, but to someone else it may seem over the top. I wish I got my pal to drive me to this underpass on the motorway at night, stopped on the motorway, we break a few laws and health and safety regulations and I pick up that fucking fedora. Why didn’t I take that umbrella handle, I was out looking for objects and I just walked past it because it was in grass and the grass was wet and I didn’t have suitable footwear. What else was there? My mind is blank I looked at the time and I have 11 minutes left? Ooft. 1200 words going to try write my post-grad dissertation in one night. Back on track. There’s a bollard lying outside the college that I need to pick up and carve into an arm I think that would be fucking sick, that’s going in my end of year show 100%.

I’m really happy with my writing today. I feel class about where I am and feel confident going forward. It will be hard, to begin a new process from scratch but I look forward to it.

I guess I should come up with my 5 words ae?

TORMENT              FOUND OBJECT                   COLLAGE                     DOUBLE              LOST                           EVOCATIVE             JOURNEY                       EVOLUTION                          CRUDE                                    UNCANNY

Worries and doubts are starting to come back up again but I just need to get through today, I can’t come into college tomorrow as its my first driving lesson at 1 and then I’ll be doing a lot of thinking and organising on Friday, beginning the next stage of my project. Then the week after is install, but a lot of work can be done on Wednesday if we make an invigilation rota for our exhibition. Then Thursday is de-install and lesson and Friday we are back babbyyyyy.

[automatismoateo]

Man its pretty annoying living in a Christian house with all the hypocrisy. So much projection. via /r/atheism

Man its pretty annoying living in a Christian house with all the hypocrisy. So much projection.

Today after getting picked up from work by my christian cousin (I work at a gym) and as my cousin was driving down the street, a woman was walking down where he was coming, I looked in that direction, and I got out of the way so I was blocking the door or making her uncomfortable. I guess my cousin must have seen me look in her general direction, so he gave me this weird look when I got in the car.

my christian cousin who I live with said "Do you just stare at women all night? I sarcastically said "Yup, pretty much" because if you try to deny it with him he just takes that as you being defensive. So then he said "Don't do that, its gross" Man, I was so close to calling him a hypocrite.

I admit I do look at girls at the gym, how can you not? But I don't stare. The thing that annoys me is that HE DOES THIS ALL THE TIME, yet he reprimands people who do, not to mention HE is the one that talks about what girls wear when he sees them "What's she doin? She's practically butt naked! "Her skirt is up to here!" (all things he has said while I lived with him, yet, I've seen him multiple times break his neck to look at a woman's ass when he drops me off at work. Its just so annoying to have him act holier than thou, as if he doesn't look at women, and reprimand others who do. He does this when we go to the barbers and the other barbers are checking out a girl, and him, being the Christian has to act like the good guy, "she could be someone's daughter"

I've come to realize this guy is a projector, he projects his own issues on to people, I imagine that being a christian, and focusing SO MUCH on staying away from sex and lewd material, ends up actually making you a pervert, or a prude. You would think, an actual adult would learn to simply ignore those things if he doesn't want them to distract him, but instead he decides to focus in on it, ultimately becoming the biggest pervert, and when he realizes he is the one that is looking at girls, he tries to project onto others to make them feel bad. I bet you a million dollars he was checking out that woman who I saw walking down the street, and since he felt guilty about looking at her, he projected onto me and tried to make me feel guilty.

​

Next time he does this shit, I'm calling him out. "Dude you know I've seen you out of the corner of my eye break your neck to look at girls?, Its not right to project onto people."

Prudes are some of the most annoying people ever, in their quest to stay away from sexual stuff, they end up just focusing in on it, and thinking about it more, to the point where they bring it up in conversation when nobody was talking about it.

I swear there was this one time we were driving home, and there was a girl FAR away walking down the street, and he stopped the car from going into the garage, and then said "Woah, her skirt is HERE, can you believe that?!" as he gestured towards his legs. and before that happened, he and I were having an argument over whether or not pornography or nudity is art, and he said "no it isn't because it is degrading" and when we saw the skirted girl, he said "I bet you think thats art too" (her skirt) and I said "its fashion, so I guess it is" and he said "get outta my car you weirdo" or something along those lines. And I KNEW that was him turning the siituation around to make it seem like I was the pervert and he wasnt, despite him being the one to notice the girl, stop the car and go into a rant about her skirt length. PROJECTION.

I am definetly calling him out next time he does this. I can't live with a guy who projects his issues and perversions onto peoplee, making everyone else seem immoral. Its WEIRD to care so much about what other people do in private, having sex, to care so much?! What does that say about you?

The worst part is, I used to be exactly like this, I would always break my neck to look at girls, but I blamed them instead of myself for looking, and being weak. "Wow I cant believe girls try so hard for attention." Eventually I realized "it doesnt fucking matter, its ok to look every now and then" and besides, the only reason girls dress the way they do, for the most part is because guys "like my cousin and me" give them validation. If it wasnt so effective, girls probably wouldnt go out in the shortest skirts ever.

​

Of course I could be wrong about that and just ranting, but I do believe for the most part, men give women validation, and it would drastically decrease if it wasnt the case. Men do need to take accountability. Sorry for all that, it just annoyed me. I hate it, and now I might just jack off out of spite for the guy.

Submitted June 02, 2022 at 02:14PM by ZyperShot (From Reddit https://ift.tt/ijUXwV8)

#reddit

[orphancookie69]

Kickstarter: The Alleyman’s Tarot

So this story starts long ago. First of all, I like Kickstarter. I once made a campaign for my mom when she ran her own ice cream truck. It did not do well, but man I learned a lot. Since then, I have backed a game from Exploding Kittens, and the amount of money that got was bonkers. This post is the story behind my second backed kickstarter. 

My second one was for a tarot deck. I saw the ads for it on Facebook, when you make a kickstarter if you pay someone to help you set it up/advertise it, ads will pop up on peoples feeds. Like mine. So I clicked it a couple of times, kept seeing it, and decided I am going for it. It was called “The Alleyman’s Tarot”. As a spiritual person, I have a lot of decks and I think each one calls to you for a different reason. This deck is far from traditional. But what is a traditional deck? 

Link if you want to view as you read along: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/publishinggoblin/the-alleymans-tarot

A traditional deck is made up of 70 cards, a set number of major arcana and minor arcana made up of four suits. Art styles may vary, but interpretations are standard so to speak? This deck is not that. It has 137 cards. That is almost double a normal deck. On top of that, its a mix of licensed prints brought together. So whats the idea? The Alleyman is your reader, his deck is mismatched, and he might also be the guy you buy alcohol or cigars or jewelry from? But here you have his deck. If he does read your fortune, he does for 17 cents. Note 17 if you are interested in numerology. 

So I get the deck, book, booster packs, cloth, bag, box, poker chip, and coin. Well, I order it. The time passes and it funds so my card is charged. Updates come out and I should note...I ORDERED THIS ALMOST A YEAR AGO FROM WHEN THIS POST IS BEING WRITTEN. I get updates as stuff is printed and shipping issues during covid. When I ordered it, I was not sure if I was going to be at the same address when it came but I knew my sister was so I had it sent to her house. 

A year later, the package finally arrives. By the time it arrives, I am feeling a mix of excitement like damn its finally here and like, I am kind of mad like it should of been here sooner. My sister brings it over and we open it together. I explained to her everything I got and was confirming what was in front of me compared to what was on my list. Everything was there. I marked it as received and we played with our new toys. 

It is a hard deck to shuffle. The blank booster pack is also weird, I am not sure if I am supposed to include it or skip it in reading? The book is very...unique. It very much feels like you picked up someone elses notebook, which is the point. The cards are pretty. Like I was thinking, this would be an amazing tattoo. Because the deck is so big, at first its odd like what does one do? We did some 3 card spreads, pretty generic. Man, that was pretty quick to be spot on for me in a way that was a little harsh. 

My sister took a turn and they were more gentle. The idea is that the universe moves through you and uses the cards/you to give you messages. So usually my arm or hands will like...tingle? My shoulder was like burning though like woah. The next reading I did, I just let my hands move and saw what happened. Man, that one was harsh. It was not wrong, but with spiritual readings, one really should not ask the question they are not really ready for. 

I will say, there is a heck of a learning curve with this deck. Between not only one major arcana but two major arcana. Figuring out how to find the meaning pages in the book, its not very organized. I put the stuff away for the night, and decided to listen to the podcast for the first time. I am hoping it helps? I really think I need to read the book, listen to the podcast, and then actually look at the deck by each section and then try again to do a reading. 

Do I regret getting it? No. When I got it, I was thinking I would give it a special place in my spiritual wall and add the Alleyman Oracle they talked about happening to it, maybe the oracle dice. I love playing with different divination tools, and am recently getting into dice. But I really hope the person behind the deck gets more organized by the time he does the oracle. I get its hard to do business during COVID, but a year is a long time. Would you pay for a reading from a non traditional deck? 

#kickstarter #rant #the alleyman's tarot #tarot #spiritual #numerology #covid #reading #pokerchip #coin #boosterpack #fate #17 #13 #1607 #podcast #spotify

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

You're not a machine

Hawks x overworked!overwhelmed!reader

You were a med school student, but not just any regular old student you were an honors student well on her way to being valedictorian.

And that while remarkable came with it's own disadvantages.

mainly group projects.

which you were now scrambling to finish.

You were sitting in your apartment alone while you frantically typed away at your laptop with your research and other project materials on the 2 gaming monitors on either side of you with the laptop in the center.

You had been sitting at your computer for 5 days only getting up for more coffee, quick bathroom breaks, or refilling the mini fridge next to you.

It was currently 1:30AM and you were typing with speeds that would make the flash look like a snail by comparison when all of a sudden you heard tapping on your window a few feet to your left. But you didn't do anything simply brushing it off as the wind blowing a tree around.

but then the tapping started again in a specific rhythm to the tune of "promise of the rainbow" by Stephen Melillo.

YOUR POV

wait...

there's no way

there's no way that's coincidental

so I got up slowly crouched and walked to my kitchen and grabbed a knife then slowly made my way to the window.

I peeked through the curtain to see...

HAWKS?!?!?

WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE AT THIS TIME

Then I remembered he comes over at weird times sometimes for some injuries to get patched up and I thought that's what he must have been here for.

I opened the curtain and shyly waved at him and he silently gestured for me to open the window for him to come in. I held up one finger and walked out of view and wrote a message on the piece of paper.

I walked back to the window and held up the note which said:

"My computer and instrument set up is right under the window, but I can let you in through the door?"

he nodded and held up a thumbs up. then I threw the knife back into the kitchen no longer needing it.

I opened the door and IMMEDIATELY he started chatting with me

"hey I'm sorry I'm stopped by so late but I um... kind of... um... got stabbed..."

I immediately went into rapid-fire damage control

"How deep is it? where did you get stabbed? what were you stabbed with? are you entirely able to move things still?..."

"Woah Woah Woah one thing at a time babybird no need to be on edge. and to answer your millions of questions, bout 2 inches, side, small dagger, can move fine but it still hurts badly. but holy crap you look... as nicely as I can say...wired... are you ok?"

"I'm fine just a tad busy but let's get that wound of yours treated"

I walk him to the bathroom and have him remove his shirt so I can treat his stab wound. luckily he didn't remove the knife.

I handed him a thick rolled-up washcloth for him to bite on while I remove the knife.

"ok babe I'm going to remove it now feel free to bite down on the washcloth and scream if needed because this WILL hurt like a bitch. I apologize in advance"

I took the knife out quickly but safely and threw it on the counter

and holy crap that was one weird-looking knife.

I gave him a kiss as a reward and let him know I was going to go measure the blade.

"ok honey I'm gonna go get the tape measure and some more materials to further patch this up. I'll be right back you're doing great ok."

I went to grab the supplies and suddenly felt really lightheaded and tired but I needed to push through because of the amount of work I had left as well his wounds left to treat.

I then got back to the bathroom eyes starting to droop slightly as I slowly lost energy

"Ok I'm back let's measure this blade so I can determine how deep the wound is and if you need stitches"

"Ok sounds good"

I measured the blade and it was a whopping 2.5 inches.

"well fuck"

"what happened?!"

"sadly you're going to need stitches but it shouldn't take too long."

"fine"

*time skip to after the stitches*

"ok so you should get those removed in a couple of weeks I hope you getting home won't be an issue"

"hey would you maybe mind if I... stayed the night?"

"oh um... sure I guess I didn't really prepare for guests because I've been so busy but you can take the guest room I guess. Just be sure to let me know if you need anything at all I will be in the living room working."

"Unrelated question but how long have you been working?"

"not sure but it doesn't matter because the work isn't done yet and it needs to be finished so I don't let anyone down."

he got off the counter and started making his way to the guest room to I assume get ready for bed so I went back to my desk to continued on the grind to finally be done with this monstrosity of a project.

one problem though

the room started to spin

I almost made it to my desk before blacking out and collapsing to the floor.

HAWKS POV

I was changing into one of the shirts I left here just incase this kind of thing ever happened when I heard a loud thump coming from... I think the living room?

so I rushed in there to see Y/N lying on the floor near her illuminated computer convulsing

I had to think on my feet and try to remember what she said about what to do in this situation so I just ran over to her, picked her up and laid her down on the couch anxiously waiting for her to wake up but first I checked to see if she was conscious

"Y/N can you hear me? are you ok?!?!?"

YOUR POV

I felt myself being torn in and out of consciousness to slightly hear my loving boyfriend trying to talk to me

"Y/N babe what happened?!"

"did I finish my work?"

"huh?"

"I said did I manage to finish my work?"

"uhh I found you lying on the ground away from your computer so imma assume no"

"damn it"

"damn it what?"

"I didn't finish. fuck I knew I should have drank that 5th can of bang."

"Y/N that's not good. how long have you been awake?"

"I think 6 days now but the project is more important especially because my group needed more help. and they needed a lot more help than I realized."

"Y/N I think that's them taking advantage of you. and also 6 FUCKING DAYS NO WONDER YOU PASSED OUT! you know what that's it you're going to bed."

"B-but I need to finish my-"

"no buts you're going to bed no arguments"

"hawks please let go of me so I can finally finish this"

"I can't believe I'm going to have to do this but you leave me no choice"

"what are you ta-"

suddenly my arms are pinned above my head and he discharges some of his feathers to restrain my wrists as his fingers scribble fanaticly across my tummy

"waiHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"

"sorry babybird but you need a break and I'm gonna make sure you get it and forget about your work. gotta make it so you can't hurt yourself right? what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you self destruct in front of me?"

" PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP I'HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILL DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANY THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING"

"ok ok but you have to promise you'll go to bed and I'll snuggle with you to make sure you rest. besides think of all the times you helped me and everyone around you. it's not fair that you give everything of yourself to the world and refuse help in return. So you are not going to do anything for the next few days and I'll be right here next to you."

he had stopped the onslaught of tickles and looked down at me with a soft smile as he carried me to bed and took care of me and made sure I ate and when I was finally asleep he sent a less than pleasant email to my professor telling them to fail all the other people for not contributing and for an extra week.

soon enough I was wrapped in his wings snuggling into his chest sound asleep.

the end

#ticklish!reader #overworked!reader #ler!hawks #lee!reader #plz take care of yourselves #overwhelmed!reader

[cafecourage]

The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 3

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Hyrule:

- It confusing and full of yearning.

- The Fae Folk are very affectionate in nature. Physical touches and platonic kisses are just normal. Hyrule growing up briefly with them had adopted this habit.

- You are like that as well so you’re the one to take care of Hyrule when he wanted affection. Since other then Legend, it’s awkward to ask the others.

- He finds however while he still asks/gives you affection. He gets more flustered and embarrassed when you initiated contact.

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Admittedly Hyrule never had a clear understanding of Hylian social norms. Some things were easy to pick up when he was just traveling by himself. However, there was a lot that conflicted with Fae social norms. While yes, the Fae were more mischievous and could be borderline malicious, they are very affectionate creatures. Which was the one of many things Hyrule picked up when he was being raised by the Great Fairy.

Before you join the chain, he had to hold himself back from being overly affectionate with the group. Yes, when he had chances, he would give a quick side hug or ruffling of the hair for the younger Link’s. But nothing on the level of cuddles or small peaks on the cheek and forehead. You though! You were the one to lay the affection on everyone thick. Most if not every Hero has melted from all the complements and physical affection.

Hyrule was living his best life now with you! Cuddles are a must for the two of you. Especially when one another has been having a rough day. You’ve also gotten the others involved with this newly formed ritual. He just over all feeling comfortable and loved.

Which then leads to Hyrule’s issue. Slowly he began to feel embarrassed with every peak after he heals you. Then his heart begins to race when he is cuddled up resting his head against your chest. Even holding your hands became hard for him to stand! It felt so warm but also made him fearful. He was scared of losing you. Losing this warmth. This comfort. He wanted to keep it but scared that this feeling was to good for him.

“-and that’s what happen so far.” He was visiting the Great Fairy Cotera of Wild’s Era. He had visited her each time they visited Kakariko. Cotera gently hummed messing with his hair. “What should I do?” He looks up to the giantess worriedly. His small sisters surround him ether sitting on top of him or by his side.

Their mother hummed as she thought about his problem. “My dear sweet child.” She started after a long pause “this human… do you feel different compared to your other friends? Or with your siblings in the forest?”

Hyrule thought about it after a while shook his head. “No… I did used to feel embarrassed with the others but it was different. This is more… warm?”

“Warm?” She urges him gently to continue. “Do you hate it?”

“No…” he sounded like a child, fidgeting in his seat “I hate how anxious it makes me now.” You meant a lot to him. Hyrule knew you meant a lot to everyone too, but that normal! You’ve helped them all in some sort of way! Yet he was deep in that unidentifiable emotion towards you. He adores you. All of you. Even during your more impulsive actions he didn’t mind having to heal you. Of course, he would truly rather not heal anyone with his magic. Yet… with you giving his payment in kisses on the cheek or forehead… he can’t stay mad at you.

“Chin up little one.” Cotera lifted up his head “your feelings are valid and has a simple explanation.” Hyrule pouted slightly making her giggle a bit tapping lightly on his nose. “You my dear seem to love your sweet human.”

It was like a lanterned was just lit in a dark cave he was wandering in. Finally revealing a path out. Everything thing slowly explaining itself. “Oh…” was all he could say as he was comprehending it. His sisters were giggling at their brother’s expense causing him to blush. It all made to much sense.

“Roolie! Are you nearby?” He and the Great Fairy both perk up when they heard your voice. He stared up at the Great Fairy expectingly.

“Well?” Cotera nudged him off of the petals of her fountain. “What are you waiting for little one?”

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- Well, that was embarrassing and he knows once he starts perusing you. The more his siblings of the forest will start to tease him. Not only that but the chain also catches on pretty quickly.

- He becomes a blushing and stuttering mess around you, not pulling away from your touch but leaning more into him.

- It will be a miracle if he confesses but he will! And he will do it in a more intimate manner though, with or without help.

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Four:

- It took long to accept but filled with soft cotton fluff.

- Isn’t canon in the manga that the colors (minus Vio) straight up try to impress a girl they just met?

- Now I’m not saying he is like that now a days, but old habits die hard right. He probably doesn’t even recognize that he still does it.

- Honest to God the resident brain cell is the only one that new point blank what was happening. Having a “not again” moment.

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It’s been a while since Four was back in his forage. He missed every second of it. The smithing process was the one hobby each color had in common. As Link they found it relaxing, something to get their mind off of things.

That morning was no different. Traveling on the road was stressful even for a seasoned adventurer. Traveling alone was boring which was the upside according to Red. It relieved them of responsibility Green was used to taking upon himself to carry. Blue was at least a lot calmer with having to be on alert all the time. Vio had pointed out this was mainly because of You.

The chaos came back full force. The same argument has been happening recently, it was about his feelings towards you. Now they all liked you as a friend. Four knew that for a fact. He was only six when he felt your presence and this situation, he was in was as if an imaginary friend became real! At least that’s what Red felt.

No matter if they were unified or separated, Four could trust you to help him out of even the messiest situations. So, what if some of those situations were caused by him trying to impress you? That doesn’t mean anything!

Just because Blue became a stuttering mess when you surprised Four with a flower crown just meant he was taken aback at your kindness! He isn’t good at showing his emotions. Yeah, so what about Green becoming a soft mess when you first showered him in praise and affection. Wouldn’t any person do that from someone that been through hell and back with them? It doesn’t count that Red craves your affection! He is like that with everybody and just because it makes him feel different it doesn’t count. Someone saves Vio from this.

Four was conflicted which is why he was working so early in the morning. They wouldn’t shut up about their own feelings. It was a chaotic mess inside his head as soon as he woke up. A weight on his back clued him back into reality “Good morning!” You while looking down at him smiling still holding on lazily. “How is the most beautiful person here doing?”

Ah. There goes most of composure out the window. Vio was the last one standing with Green and Blue almost hanging on. You loved to tease him and he was never able to get you back. “Don’t know how are you?” Four was really struggling to keep unified and calm. He was shaking because of the other three’s nerves. You stared at him wide eyed.

“Jeez look at you!” You give him a squeeze before finally let go of him “you’ve grown! If only you were that smooth towards Erune.” You teased.

The blush he was so desperately trying to beat down started to flare up this time out embarrassment. “Can we not talk about that?” Four could only cringe when he thought back at that bit in his adventure. Him and Erune have been close friends since then, but the colors were really trying to play the hero in front of the poor girl back then. Their antics truly were really not impressing anyone.

Green was really happy he grew out of it. Seriously it‘s not like Blue really cared about it anyway he was just a kid! Red was just happy that he got a long-term friend out of it! The audacity the others had was killing Vio. They are still just as bad and it seems like no one was listening to reason.

An explosion of emotions and thoughts collided in Four’s skull. Three denying their logical side’s claim all while getting thrown every instant in their faces by the odd one out. “Whatcha making anyway?” You were observing the short knife blade curiosity not seeing the other’s internal debate. Vio felt like he had to spell it out to each of them. Pulling up memories of their actions towards the outlander. Four struggled to focus on what you were saying but it was too loud!

“Woah there.” You turn him away from his project letting it sit safely on a cooler section of the work top. “Breath Link.” You where kneeling down in-front of him holding his hand. He focused on your warmth. The way you rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. On your voice that instructed him to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Repeat. Slowly the divide melded back together. Soon the voices faded out. “There we go.” You whispered “good job Link.” Four stared back at you still tired from everything but nonetheless happy that your here with him.

Man, he loved you so much.

Wait-

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- It was definitely an I told you so moment.

- Four as a whole though is still struggling to come to terms with it, even though he had already admitted his feelings.

- Another case of: drown him in affection until he realized. Not because of him not believing you! It’s just you have four people in a trench coat here! If one is conflicted then four as a whole will feel that subtly.

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Bonus (just Headcanons):

Wind (finding out that a Link has a crush on you)

- The little gremlin is going to have a field day! He was thinking about messing around but the other hero is doing his work for him!

- The only one saved from this Black Mail harvest is you. He does have a few things but you mostly let him off the hook when he gets in trouble anyway sooooo…

- Not the best wing man but he honestly isn’t trying. He is just enjoying the journey.

- He might be tempted to help if he was asked but there isn’t much he could do. You are his right hand after all! Why would he let your secrets go so easily?

- Imagine Wind just vibes with you when the other Link is trying their best and you literally ask if the other hero was ok since they are acting weird around you. It would take Wind a minute to get an answer because all he is thinking is: ‘are you dense?’

- Or on the flip side. If you know about their feelings. He would definitely be on board of helping you out. Again, you’re his right hand! Of course, he’ll help you! (Favoritism)

- Wind: “Don't worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read their diary.” (Y/n): “He thinks it's fancy?”

(Part 1) and (Part 2)

My First Request is now done :D! That was fun. Thank you Pinky and Star for the request <3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #london fog tea #Lu Hyrule #Lu Four #Lu Wind #WIND THE PIRATE BROTHER! #thats the tag for just wind stuff lol #isekai au

[hohoz]

How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general 

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry) 

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore 

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner 

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages. 

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline. 

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude. 

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family. 

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary 

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg. 

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8 

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories 

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno 

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka 

Revelations 3 - Dracula 

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted 

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve. 

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here 

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V 

Chris Redfield 

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom 

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta) 

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY 

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline 

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT 

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game: 

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best. 

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)  - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal) 

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip. 

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this 

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person) 

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8 

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers. 

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories) 

Now let’s look at this 

BSAA 

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ? 

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus 

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities 

My Predictions: 

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA 

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose) 

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired 

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk 

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs) 

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3

#resident evil #resident #evil #village #re8 #chris #dad #redfield #rosemary winters #rose #mia winters #ethan winters #re9 #predictions #jill valentine #valenfield #Rebecca Chambers #t virus #umbrella #code veronica #claire redfield #bsaa #miranda

[princesskittycatofmeowland]

TEEN WOLF REWRITE

CHAPTER SEVEN: NIGHT SCHOOL (Part 3)

Stiles Stilinski x Reader Liz Bloom (eventually)

Word Count: 2476

Warnings: Violence (no more than you should be used to by now. Basically none.)

Posted on: 2/9/22

"Okay, first off— throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done." Stiles whispered to Scott when he came over to kneel beside us. As he did, Lydia walked over to Jackson, and he opened his arms for her to snuggle in for comfort. The the two of them, and Allison, talked amongst themselves in their own little huddle a few feet away.

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something, and if he's dead, then it doesn't matter, right?" Scott said, before he added, "...Except if he's not."

"Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off." Scott said suddenly, making me roll my eyes at him —spiritually.

"And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here— like, what are we gonna do with Liz and how do we get out alive?" Stiles said and Scott pointed,

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something."

"So, what? He wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles said and I chuckled as I probably would've said the same, if I could.

"No. Derek said it wants revenge." Scott reminded him and Stiles asked,

"Against who?"

"Allison's family?" Scott offered, and Stiles perked up at the idea as he suggested as well,

"Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it."

They thought about it for a long moment, my body's steady breathing the only sound to be heard between the three of us. Scott looked down at me and gently touched my arm, and as if by instinct, Stiles protectively pulled me closer to his body.

"Is she okay? I mean, she only seems to be sleeping, right? It's not, like, low blood pressure, is it? 'Cause if she needs a hospital right away, you guys can take Jackson or Derek's car while I—"

"No. You're not sacrificing yourself." Stiles said, shooting Scott's idea down. "She's tired— yes, we all are— and sleeping, but other than that, I don't think she actually needs medical attention. In fact, I think maybe she's even healing herself."

"Healing?" Scott asked, confused, and Stiles nodded excitedly before explaining to him the theories he'd been brewing in his head.

"Okay. Remember that day you and Allison ditched school to go somewhere? After school, Liz and I were in my room doing more research after we found that video of the Alpha on Lydia's phone, right? Well, here's the thing: a few hours of that and she fell asleep on my bed —which was fine. I tucked her in, made sure she was comfortable, before going back to work.

A few hours later, she woke up screaming her head off, then just crying, asking for her dad. She told me she saw him when that mountain lion was about to attack him. She saw it all happen —and get this— through her dad's body! Like, she possessed him, but only as a spectator. She can't control him. At least, she doesn't think she can.

And it's not just that— she can also project her spirit to see everything that's happening currently on her own, free to go wherever she wants. But never fast. She said it's like being underwater. Or something like it anyway. Or—"

"Woah, wait! ... How did I not know about this?" Scott asked and Stiles gave him an angry look in response. Scott understood immediately, staring down at my body to avoid Stiles' gaze before asking again,

" So, how do you know she's healing herself—or that she healed herself... after that?"

Stiles shrugged before saying, "Dunno. Just little things, really. We told you already about this thing she has with other people's emotions, right? How she can read them like a book? Obviously, you can imagine just how tiring that must be. Well, after that time she slept in my bed, she just seemed... rejuvenated. Like, she was recharged again of something."

Scott raised his eyebrows at Stiles as he didn't seem to believe him and Stiles scoffed upon seeing it, getting offended as he punched Scott's shoulder before saying,

"It's very subtle, alright? You, of all people right now, wouldn't have noticed it."

Scott gave him a hurt look, to which Stiles clicked his tongue in annoyance and guilt, before saying, "Just... Forget about it, alright. It's just a theory."

Scott nodded, then suddenly widened his eyes as he seemed to realize something just then. He looked at my body, then at Stiles before asking,

"Wait! You said her spirit can move freely, right? How do we know she's not here with us right now? Watching us? Listening to us?" Scott asked and Stiles' eyes widened in realization as well as the both of them turned to look at my body, then to the place surrounding them.

"Liz... If you can hear us... Give us a sign." Scott whispered, turning his head around to look everywhere and nowhere. Stiles slapped his arm in annoyance, slightly jostling my body before saying,

"She's not a fucking ghost, Scott!" He whisper-yelled to him and Scott threw his hands up in defense before countering,

"Isn't she?"

"No!"

Scott huffed before he gasped again, then touched his chest, before looking to Stiles with a worried expression.

"What if she's in us, right now? What if she's in me?! I don't want her inside me!" Scott exclaimed and Stiles slapped the side of his head this time before saying,

"Don't fucking say shit like that again!"

"Okay, assheads! New plan— Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" Jackson said, calling out to them loudly and Scott sighed before looking at Stiles as he gently placed my body down on the ground, only for Lydia to run over and take his place a second later. He thanked her when she did.

"He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to. Just... just call him." Scott told Stiles, voicing his agreement to Jackson's order.

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles whispered to Scott, turning his back on everyone and slowly walking away as he rubbed his chin, contemplating other alternative options. I saw Jackson advance on him, angrily stomping to the spot where Stiles had stopped to think.

"All right, give me the phone." Jackson said, harshly grabbing Stiles' shoulder and Stiles turned around and punched him square in the face when he did. Jackson fell to the ground a few steps from Lydia and I, and Allison was there to quickly run to his aid.

"Jackson! Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?" Allison cooed, genuinely worried as I walked over to the two of them to check for myself. Jackson had his back to the group as he kneeled down on the ground with Allison's hands on his shoulder, making sure he's alright as she kneeled beside him. Allison turned her head around to glare angrily at Scott and Stiles.

"Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voicemail." Stiles said, automatically making me turn to look at him at the sound of his voice. He was talking to his phone, looking at where Jackson was laying on the ground. I looked down at Jackson to see him sporting a victorious smile, one he quickly wiped from his face when Allison turned her head back to look at him again. That fucking snake...

"Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now. We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school." Stiles said when everyone jumped to turn to took at the door as it rattled, someone slamming on it on the other side.

"Oh, my god..." Lydia muttered fearfully, clutching and dragging my body as she used her legs to skid backwards on the floor. Stiles grabbed my body, standing up and carrying me, and Scott quickly helped Lydia up as everyone backed away from the door.

"The kitchen. The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Stiles said, pointing at the door with his head as he hugged my body to his.

"Which only goes up." Scott told him and Stiles countered,

"Up is better than here."

The slamming of the door only got more stronger and frantic as the bolts separated itself from one another and the barracade gave way more and more.

I watched as they all ran to the door Stiles indicated. I tried keeping up but as Stiles had said, it was like moving underwater. Almost like it, anyway. I can walk and move normally just fine, but any sudden causes me to slow down.

I kept up just fine, only about 10% slower than everyone else. Before leaving, I turned to look just in time to see the Alpha's Werewolf-monster face, before quickly running away again, as fast as I possibly could. I followed them as they ran up the flight of stairs and into the chemistry room. Scott grabbed one of the chairs, placing it under the door handle, jamming it closed. Not that it would do much of anything.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, trying to control their heavy breathing as the Alpha's shadow showed just outside the door, through the little box window. I looked over my body to see my head buried in Stiles' neck

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked, whispering to Jackson.

"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap." Jackson said, to which Allison gave him an incredulous look.

"Five? I barely fit in the back!" Allison said, annoyed.

"And there's six of us!" Lydia reminded them, pointing the obvious and Jackson rolled his eyes at her before saying, gesturing at my body Stiles was holding,

"God! Lydia, just leave her!"

Stiles stepped forward angrily and Scott held him back —not that he could actually do much anything with me in his arms. It didn't matter anyway as Lydia slapped Jackson on the face *so hard* I was afraid the Alpha would burst through the door as the sound cut through the silence of the school. Jackson held his cheek, looking at Lydia unbelievably at what she'd just did, when Stiles spoke up, saying,

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention."

"What about this?" Scott said, walking towards the door that leads to the roof —which I always guessed was there for when experiments go awry. "This leads to the roof. We can do gown the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a deadbolt." Stiles said, adjusting his hold on me as I got heavier in his arms by the minute. Scott thought about it for a moment before saying,

"The janitor has a key."

"You mean his body has it." Stiles said pointedly.

"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood." Scott said, whispering that part for only Stiles to hear.

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles asked sarcastically and Scott thought about for a moment before walking away from him and to Allison.

"I'm getting the key." He said to her and she gave him an incredulously look, saying,

"Are you serious?"

"Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here." Scott said.

"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison stated factually and Scott looked around for a moment, before grabbing Mr. Harris' flimsy pointer stick he used for lectures. It even had a hand with a pointy finger gesture connected at the end. He held it out for everyone to see, and everyone stared at him like he was stupid.

"Well, it's better than nothing." Scott defended.

"There's gotta be something else..." Stiles said, leaning against the board as his energy drained slowly from his body, with him still carrying mine.

"There is." Lydia said, and everyone turned to look at her but she only stared at the cabinet beside Jackson— the one filled with chemicals, kept under lock and key.

"What are we gonna do, throw acid on him?" Stiles said sarcastically.

"No— like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self... igniting..." Stiles said slowly, squinting slightly in confusion.

"...Molotov cocktail." Lydia finished, talking to him like he was stupid, almost as if forgetting how intelligent she actually was. When she realized everyone was staring at her, silently asking for an explanation, she said,

"What? I read it somewhere."

"We don't have a key for that, either..." Stiles said and Jackson rolled his eyes, breaking the glass of the cabinet door. Soon, Lydia got to work on making the Molotov Cocktail concoction she *heard about*. Allison rolled Mr. Harris' rolly chair for Stiles to lay my body on. He was making sure I was comfortable when Lydia said,

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

I wish he wasn't. I wished Stiles was paying attention to them rather than me. Maybe then, he would've caught on to the slight hesitation of Jackson's hand hovering over a bottle, before deciding to grab something else. I didn't bother checking what it was as I knew it wasn't Lydia had asked for, therefore making whatever it was she handed Scott after she was done was, completely useless.

"No. No, this is insane. You can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison said to Scott, terrified and worried for his safety.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott told Allison.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people." Allison spat, frustrated tears in her eyes.

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something." Scott said, walking away when Allison followed him, blocking his way to the door.

"Scott, just stop." She said, finally letting her tears fall freely on her cheeks. "Do you remember —do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell? Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar, and you've been lying all night. Just-just please, please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please."

Mid-speech, I saw Jackson smile secretively to himself as listened to Allison cry, knowing Scott was technically the cause of it. Sadistic prick.

Scott sighed after Allision was done, having already decided, before saying, "Lock it behind me."

Allison kissed him, as her last attempt to get him to stay. But he only walked away after that, with nothing else more to say. With nothing else left to say. And out the door, I followed him when he did.

What else was there for me to do?

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All your fault [Sirius Black x Reader] - Requested

Title: All your fault Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Reader Word count: 1.9k Published: 16 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Sirius’ boredom causes you to end up in detention. Or so you think, but he has a different perspective on the events and you clearly can’t find the golden middle. Request: [x] I have combined two requests. One from Tumblr and one from Wattpad. I took the liberty to change some things, but overall it’s the same. 

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Sirius Black had never been one to question things. He was very stubborn much to his professors’ dismay. Doing what he wanted regardless of consequences has become his personal motto. Swaying him seemed impossible, he always knew what he wanted, how he wanted it and when he wanted it.

However, on a rainy dull Saturday afternoon as he was watching you up in the air, flying across the quidditch pitch on your broomstick, your hair flat against your face, your uniform drenched in water, your eyes covered with a pair of goggles, something has changed within him. For a mere moment he felt as if time had stopped as you screamed at James for not being able to catch the snitch and win against Ravenclaw. His eyes focused only on you, even forgetting about the ongoing match.

The way you sat on your broomstick leaning forward to speed up, the way you tucked the quaffle under your arm and secured it, the sheer amount of energy you projected and the bold tone you used against his best friend all hit him right in the chest, forcing him to fall back onto the bench of the bleachers. He didn’t know where his sudden feelings came from, but the unexpected warmness filling him up from the inside made him smile at the simple sight of you. From then on, he knew the friendship you had has become more on his side.

You sat right beside Sirius at Defence Against the Dark Arts, doodling on the parchment in front of you as he kept nudging you, trying to get your attention.

“What now?” you asked for the 10th time in the past 10 minutes. “Perhaps you could focus more on the lesson. You need it more than I do,” you hissed angrily, feeling fed up with his childish behaviour.

“I’m bored,” he whined in a silent whisper.

“I can see that,” you scoffed as you drew another random pattern on your paper. Closing out the lesson, you focused completely on your drawing, finding it more interesting than whatever your professor was talking about. That was until Sirius started nudging you again.

“What now?” you hissed in anger, slightly raising your voice, but you quickly silenced yourself as you looked around, every pair of eyes focusing on you, including your professor’s. “I’m so sorry,” you apologised, hunching your back, trying to hide away from embarrassment.

“Since you have already graced us with your attention, why don’t you answer the question?” he asked in a pompous tone, clearly trying to make you feel even more awkward. However, as the new teacher, he couldn’t have known about your exceptional knowledge and talent on the subject. It took you a good second to recall the memory from the darkest and deepest part of your mind, before you were ready to answer.

“The Tongue-tying curse prevents people from being able to form a coherent sentence, therefore stopping them from being able to incantate further spells. Although Langlock its sibling curse also prevents people from being able to speak, in this spell’s case the tongue sticks to the roof of the mouth, whilst when using Silencio it causes the victim to be temporarily muted,” you explained proudly. The professor didn’t compliment you, nor did he scold you. He offered you a deadpan expression and cleared his throat.

Sirius snickered beside you with a proud grin across his face, knowing the professor didn’t expect your reply. Years ago, he would have told you off for being a know it all, but now he found it comical. He didn’t know if it was because his feelings had changed or because it was you who did it, but in the end it didn’t matter. You could have done anything and he would have supported you like a loyal puppy. At times he couldn’t even believe how easily affected he was by you.

“Khm- smartass,” you heard a cough from the side as Evan Rosier was trying to cover his words in an obvious manner. You were not one to let others walk over you nor did you plan to be one in that moment. You felt anger bubbling up inside you, the boy’s mere presence irritating you.

“Let me show the spell in practice, professor,” you grinned proudly as he turned around with a shocked expression across his face, ready to stop you in mid-spell. However, he was slower than he wished to be and before he could have said anything, the word left your lips. “Silencio,” you lifted your hand and pointed your wand at the boy, watching as he grabbed his throat, desperately trying to speak, gaping like a fish, but no words leaving his mouth.

Sirius watched as the scenario unfolded in front of him. His initial surprise quickly disappeared as he saw a smirk appear across your face, pure pride taking over your stance. He always admired your can-do attitude and bold personality, possibly one of the reasons you have been such good friends. He wasn’t lacking any of those personality traits, but when he saw you standing up for yourself, being strong and independent, it just drove him crazy. It made him feel like there was an invisible string between the two of you, pulling him closer and closer to you.

Since he realised his own feelings for you, he was watching every little move of yours, trying to protect you from everything and anything that could possibly hurt you. But before he could ever intervene and show you how much he cared for you, you took care of it, proving once again how independent you were. He didn’t mind though, he loved the strength you harboured, he just wished to be able to show you that you could rely on him.

You watched as the professor rushed up to Rosier, pulling his wand out of the inner pocket of his robe and quickly using the counter spell on him, before rushing up to your table, his index finger pointing right between your eyes. “Detention! How dare you? Detention after classes!” he shouted at you, veins popping on the side of his neck and temple, his face turning red in anger. If he had time, he would have probably embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but as the bell rang, indicating the end of your class, he had no choice, but to let you go.

Quickly collecting your belongings, you hurried out of the classroom with Sirius right behind you, calling your name relentlessly as you were about to cross the Courtyard.

“What do you want?” you asked angrily as you halted. You didn’t want to sound rude, being around Sirius was the highlight of your day, but at that moment he was a pain in your backside.

“Woah, calm down,” he gestured with his hands, but if anything, it made you angrier.

“Calm down? Calm down? It was all your fault to begin with. If you didn’t nag me about being bored, I would have kept drawing and kept my mouth shut. But you just couldn’t find anything better to do so you decided to get on my nerves and now of course it’s me who has to go to detention,” you rambled, annoyed, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Okay, I accept that I was nagging you, but I didn’t curse my classmate,” he scoffed with a hidden smile in the corner of his lips.

“It’s not funny! If you didn’t nag me, the professor wouldn’t have questioned me, which means Rosier would have never insulted me, hence the reason you are at fault,” you groaned as you turned around and started walking away.

“Hey, stop already,” he whined, but you didn’t halt your steps, if anything, you sped up. “I’m sorry,” he tried to break the ice, but it seemed to just fire you up even more. You turned on your heel, stopping right in front of the boy.

“Sorry? That’s it? You just have to say sorry and I’m supposed to forget about it?” you scoffed in disbelief. “You must be joking,” you looked up at him in clear astonishment, but after seemingly waiting for an eternity Sirius still didn’t reply.

He wanted to, he was about to defend himself, but as he watched you getting worked up about such a minor issue, at least minor for him, he could only think about how adorable you looked when you were upset. Not that he ever wanted to see you angry or sad, but for some reason it just caught his eyes that instead of being threatening, you seemed as if you were slightly pouting.

You groaned, annoyed as the silence grew between the two of you and a small smile started appearing on Sirius’ face. “I hate you!” you shouted at him as you left him behind, stomping across the Courtyard, heavy and loud steps following you.

“Do you?” he shouted after you, silently chuckling, finding your behaviour quite funny and somewhat cute.

“I do!” you replied sulking, your steps becoming quicker.

Sirius couldn’t just let you walk away, he jogged after you and grabbed your wrist, halting your steps, pulling you back against his chest. For a second even the air stuck in your lungs as you realised how close you were to him, his breath fanning your face, his pink lips almost touching yours. You were completely engulfed by his aura, his warm hold on your wrist sending shivers through your body as his other arm sneaked around your waist.

You could swear he felt your dangerously racing heart against his chest, your lips quivering in anticipation, wanting nothing but to feel his mouth on yours. As if he could read your mind, he leaned closer and closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you slowly, sensually. You expected him to be slightly aggressive, maybe dominating, but his kiss was more passionate, gentle instead, causing you a delightful surprise.

“Why?” you breathed against his lips as you parted, your eyes still closed, completely lost in the moment.

“Because I wanted to do it for a long time,” he whispered.

“Why would you?” you chuckled awkwardly. He was always your closest friend and now that you kissed, knowing the friendship you have had was gone, you didn’t know what to do.

“Do I really need to say it?” he scratched the back of his neck, pulling a face, feeling embarrassed about the words you waited for so impatiently.

“If you don’t say it out loud, how do you expect me to understand?” you questioned, and Sirius knew how right you were.

“I- khm,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I- I have liked you for a while,” his words were silent and unsure, making you question it.

“Are you sure?” you asked, making him feel even more awkward.

“Of course, I’m,” he groaned, slightly sulking. “It’s just not easy to say.”

“Is it easier if I say I like you too?” you giggled happily, watching as his embarrassed expression slowly changed into a proud grin.

“I knew it, I felt it,” he chuckled happily, earning a deadpan look from you as you slapped his chest gently, before your lips curved into a small smile.

“Right, you did,” you scoffed as you peeled his hands off you and started walking to your next class with a hidden smile in the corner of your lips.

“Wait, wait,” he called after you as he tried to catch up to you.

“What now?” you asked, rolling your eyes as Sirius joined beside you.

“There’s something wrong with your hand,” he stated with a deep frown. You looked down at your hand, lifting it up, looking at it curiously, turning it up and down, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“What do you mean? It seems alright to me,” you replied in confusion, but you couldn’t take a closer look at it as Sirius took it in his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Now, it’s better,” he grinned playfully, making you giggle.

“Sirius Orion Black, you have a horrible sense of humour,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t fool him. He knew his little joke made you happy and even if it didn’t, the warm feeling of each other's touch, your small hands engulfed by his big palm made up for his silly joke.

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter seventeen - “wouldn’t dream of it”

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word count: 4.7k

synopsis: reader has a strange dream that ends up bringing on a cascade of various events and feelings.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

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She would have woken up from a night's sleep saturated with regret... if she had slept a wink. She spent the night tossing and turning, and at about five in the morning, the pursuit of rest was abandoned.

Forcefully and exasperatedly, she sat straight up, glaring at the clock and letting the blanket pool around her waist. Y/N had her weekly meeting with Shuri at nine o'clock... that meant four hours to kill. More like four more hours of trudging through thoughts, memories, questions, and fears surrounding the previous day. Four more hours of ruminating over Bucky Barnes. This seemed to become a reoccurring activity her life.

She stared at the wall, thinking about how before, there was at least the excuse of being drunk: maybe not completely knowing what she was doing, maybe not remembering something correctly. But they were sober this time... she was sober. And what struck her was that, when it happened, when he kissed her, there was no moment of initial startle. There was no surprise jerk back or woah-what-are-you-doing response. Their bodies just fell into form. She just fell into form. Like it was an instinct. Like they were both used to it, and had done it a number of times before.

She wasn't sure what shocked her more: the fact that he kissed her or the fact that she kissed him back. Was he being bold? Or did she lead him on? Had she been leading him on? He wouldn't have done it on his own account, right? She had a degree of difficulty in believing she was wanted. Truly.

She could've sworn that she wasn't this emotionally invested. She could've sworn that if she couldn't control what she was feeling, she could at least control what she was doing. She rubbed her eyes, wondering where she went so wrong. It probably happened at some point during the isolated time she had been spending with Bucky in a secret corner of the world, not minding the least bit that she had been away from home and work for months whilst working on a project hardly anyone else was even aware of.

Even with all this in mind, she didn't seem to care. She didn't really mind that she hadn't been home in ages, it didn't really bother her that she might be in trouble when she gets back for helping enemy of the state Sharon Carter, runaway fugitive Steve Rogers, or war criminal James Buchanan Barnes. Because every time she thought about the consequences, it just didn't seem to matter more than what was keeping her in Wakanda... Besides, she guessed Bucky would probably be pardoned and after everything settled down, who would pay any attention to her? It's not like she mattered in the grand scheme.

As soon as that very thought arose, she could hear Bucky's voice scolding her in the back of her head. Why was he always there?

Frustrated, she groaned into the air in front of her. Her feelings were so confusing, she wasn't even sure what exactly it was she felt towards Bucky. On one hand, she felt fiercely protective over him: she'd go down fighting before she'd let anyone lay a hand on him, prepared to stay in his corner forever, ready on defense.

But at the same time, she felt this ineffable sense of warmth for him. Like one look at the way his eyes crinkle when he smiled, and she'd turn soft as water. Like being in his vicinity smoothed out the rough around her edges.

And if all this wasn't enough, now she had been touched by him, she had felt his lips and the gentleness in his skin. This brought a cascade of new feelings, ones she knew she had to hide. It... was definitely a problem. She knew, don't get her wrong, she knew it was a problem. As much as she understood this irrefutable fact, the numbness in her lips just wouldn't go away. He had remained with her even hours later. She couldn't get rid of his heartbeat; it was still in her hand. She could still feel him.

Basically, she knew this most recent development was an issue. She knew it was bad, wrong, worrisome, and whatever else. And knowing this, recognizing the very hot water she was in, the only thing she could focus on was trying to ignore the recurrent desire to be near him, to find him and be close to him.

"Fuck."

She plopped back down on her back and elected to cast a burning glare at the ceiling until she had to get ready for her meeting.

—

"I think it might be too hot for this," she complained with a smile on her face.

"It was your idea," he said, a few steps ahead of her, "and we're almost there, so buck up."

She laughed. He smiled at the sound.

"What?" he asked.

"You said buck up. Like Buck... Bucky. Like you."

He just looked at her, amused. Sun kissed and happy.

"It's fitting," she shrugged, grinning.

"Guess so. Hurry up, slow poke. You're gonna fall behind."

"I'm already behind," she huffed . "Your super soldier legs are too fast for me."

"Well," he stopped short and she finally caught up, standing right beside him, "we're here. So worry not."

He looked over at her to find her already looking at him. Funny how their eyes always found each other like that.

"What?" he asked again, not able to help how the corners of his mouth turned up just slightly.

"Nothin.’ Everything," she shrugged. "You."

Perhaps she just liked looking at him. Him and his long hair and light eyes. Was that such a crime? His skin looked caramelized under the sun. She wanted to reach out and touch him.

"You're a real peach, y'know that?" he smirked.

She looked away, pretending to find the grass around them spectacularly interesting while hiding a dopey smile at his compliment.

"Hey, doll face. I'm a lot more fun than the grass, I swear," he teased. "Lemme see my favorite face."

"Hold on." She got an idea.

She reached down beside her and plucked a flower from the soil.

"A little hibiscus," she smiled, tucking the small flower behind his ear. God, he was just so pretty.

She stood back, satisfied with her decor. She sighed, content. How couldn't she be? She was looking at two of the most beautiful things. Flowers and Bucky.

As soon as it was securely in place, Bucky bent down to pick the hibiscus that sat right next to the one Y/N chose. Mirroring her actions, he placed it behind her ear.

"A little hibiscus," he repeated fondly, "for a real peach!"

She didn't dare try to hide the next dopey grin while taking in the sight before her, of Bucky beaming in the sunlight with a flower in his hair. Looking at this, she understood why mankind began to paint. Why there needed to be someway to capture something as precious as this, some method of preserving something so idyllic and beautiful and pure and perfect.

Perfect like the cool, fresh water of the lake. Their lake. Their place. The flowing, breathing water she felt around her waist. They floated around, her and Bucky, as light as air in that lake.

The two were weightless, adoration suspended in animation. The water preserved the feeling of feather light kisses and chests pressed together and hands beginning to roam. If only she could be closer to him. Her fingers in his hair and his palms on either side of her face wasn't enough. She needed more. More, more, more of him.

Skin is so soft and the sun is so warm and soon enough, the water was up to her shoulders as his arms ran up her back. Arms plural, she noticed. He held her with both, protectively enclosing the longing feeling between them.

"Oh, fucking hell!" Y/N sprang up, throwing the blanket off of her.

She must've fallen asleep... and began to dream... She could imagine if her brain was a person, it'd be laughing at her for that.

Why? Why? What was the reason for this? There was no point! How frustrating! How embarrassing that her mind betrayed her with dreams of him.

"God damn it," she swore under her breath.

She wanted to angrily shake her fist in the air like vengeful cartoon character, as she got out of bed and headed towards her wardrobe.

It was 8 a.m. One hour until her meeting with Shuri. She would spend the time changing her outfit until it was distracting enough to draw her attention away from thoughts of that damn lake... and his damn hands...

—

"My friend!" Shuri greeted in her usual upbeat manner. "How are you? How are things?"

There was absolutely no way to answer this honestly.

"I'm doin' well. Same old, same old. How 'bout you?"

"Good as always," she smiled. "Thank you."

Y/N took a seat at one of the tables in Shuri's lab. "So how is T'Challa doing with Nakia?"

"Oh, who knows these days! He is so awkward, I have no idea!"

They both laughed. Y/N was glad she and Shuri were able to talk like this. They weren't just robotic colleagues who only communicated when they needed to. They were partners, and they worked well together.

The meeting commenced like it did every other week. Updates on Bucky's progress, new ideas or adjustments to treatment or planning, going over scans or data, you name it. But this time, she had something else in mind. Something that a dream reminded her of. She had mentioned maybe getting her hands on a prosthetic for Bucky. She wasn’t familiar with the prosthetics industry in Wakanda, but they could probably make something work.

Was that too much? Did she care too much? Was she showing too much regard for him? Was this too much to ask of her?

"Hey, remember a couple weeks ago when I talked about prosthetics?"

"Of course," Shuri smiled. She genuinely enjoyed her partner - her partner who was intelligent, confident, and articulate but still sometimes sounded shy. "You wanna see what I've been working on?"

"You... you ordered one? I didn't-"

"Oh, no. Not ordered. Just you wait," she said, pulling out a drawer to dig amongst papers. "I've been workin' my magic."

Shuri pulled out a manilla folder that had W.W. - Proj. 1 printed on it.

She dropped the folder in front of the psychologist who sat across from her, gesturing for her to look through it. Y/N opened it to see several pages of prosthetics research, information on cybernetics and various designs for a bionic arm.

"Oh... wow." Y/N marveled.

"What do you think?"

"It's incredible," Y/N shook her head. "I didn't- ... I thought you meant you bought one or something. I didn't know you designed one"

"I didn't just design it. I made it."

"You- what?"

"Yep. First model ready for use. Do you want to see it?"

"I'd love to."

Shuri walked her over to a large, rectangular case in the side of the lab.

"Holy shit," she let slip.

The arm was astounding: a glossy black with ridges etched in a shiny gold. It glimmered, sitting in its casing.

Shuri laughed. Thank you."

"Sorry. Excuse my French. This is... remarkable. Can I give it to him?"

"I suppose so. It hasn't got much use just sitting in my lab."

Excitement grew in her chest. Bucky would be able to have an arm he was in control of, one that wasn't forcefully attached to him and used as a weapon. In a way, he would be gaining a sense of autonomy. God, she wanted to see him right away and tell him the news. She was happy to make Bucky happy.

"Oh," Shuri perked her head up. "And there was something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"You're aware of the trigger words, correct?"

"Of course."

"I'm close to fully deconstructing the mind control, but there's no way to know for sure unless we test it out..."

Oh. The excitement dissipated and her stomach dropped. She didn't mean...

"You don't mean..."

"The effect and response of the words needs to be tested on him."

Oh God. There was no way this would be easy.

"And you need to be the one to do it."

Fuck.

"Me?" she tried to hide her shock, her worry, her now overwhelming urge to protect him. "How come?"

"It seems like he trusts you most out of everyone here. I consulted with the Doras about safety and we think that if something were to go wrong, it'd be safest to happen with you. Of course they'll be nearby, but you'd be the one mostly likely to be able to control him in that state."

Her mouth went dry. Control him? She could never. She would never. She knew, in depth, the anguish he carried in his bones as a result of being trapped as a weapon wielded by other people. The thought of her controlling him made her skin crawl.

She knew how much he feared the Winter Soldier and how he would hate losing touch with himself again. He's been free from this kind of violation for a while now; she had very much rather not take that freedom away.

At the same time, she understood how this test was necessary for a full recovery and rehabilitation. And who knows if the words will even work? Maybe she'll say them and nothing will even happen.

He would have to get over this obstacle in order to make it to the other side clean. She could only imagine how scary this would be for him. But she'd be damned if she wasn't going to be right there with him.

"Okay," she said dryly. "When... when are we gonna do this?"

"Not yet but soon. I'll keep you updated."

The rest of the meeting carried on as usual, but Y/N might as well have not even been there. Her mind was off. Off somewhere trying to think of how to tell Bucky the news. The very last thing in the world she wanted to do was hurt him. She'd take his place if she could.

—

As soon as she was free from the calm, professional facade she had going with Shuri, she found herself speed walking back to where Bucky was. She needed to get to him. Now.

When his hut was in sight, she was nervous. She was nervous before, she supposed. She just wanted everything to be okay.

"Buck," she called, a few steps away from the entryway. "I need to talk to you!"

When she stepped inside she froze in place, staring blankly at the two super soldiers in front of her instead of the one she expected. Two as in Bucky and Steve.

"Y/N," Bucky stood up. He sounded surprised.

"Oh-uh," she stuttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later."

"That's okay," Steve's voice was gentle. "I'll leave you... to it."

Steve threw Bucky a look she couldn't quite decipher before he left. Bucky just looked panicked.

And soon enough they were alone. They stood directly in front of each other, but with a noticeably awkward amount of space between them. The tiny part of her brain that was still mulling over the dream wanted him closer.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey..."

"You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "It's uh... there's kind of a lot."

"Look, about yesterday, I-"

Oh. She completely forgot about that. Well, not completely. There was no way she could forget that. But, at the moment there were more pressing matters on her mind.

"It's not about yesterday."

"It's...not?"

"No. I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Uh... bad news?"

She took a steady breath in. She wasn't sure exactly how to tell him, she just knew he needed to know. He deserved nothing but the truth.

"So, I was just with Shuri and we discussed the next step in your treatment..."

He said nothing, waiting for the aforementioned "bad news." She continued.

"Apparently, we have to test the trigger words on you..."

His expression dropped and she watched all the color drain from his face.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't wanna do it, but we have to do it to see if it's really outta your head."

"Yeah, that's the problem," he finally spoke. "What if it's not? Then I hurt someone - or multiple people. There's gotta be some other way to test it."

"You're not going to hurt anyone. Or multiple people."

"How can you say that?"

"It's just gonna be the two of us."

"What?!"

"Shuri thought the safest way of doing this was for me to conduct the test. That way, if things ever got out of hand, which is very unlikely to happen, I'd be the best bet at... handling... that situation. Since you know me the best."

"No way. There's no way. I thought you meant they were gonna strap me down and have some lab tech read them. This is way too unsafe-"

"Strap you down? Bucky, no-"

He still saw himself as an animal that needed to be contained. Muzzled.

"What if I hurt you?" his voice shook just a little.

The fear in his eyes was potent. It made her angry. Angry at Hydra and whoever the fuck else had a hand in this sin against the kind and gentle man who stood before her. The man who was genuinely scared of himself. How dare they make him feel so unsafe within his own mind, within his own body. All she wanted to do was make it better, and suddenly, she could no longer stand for the distance between them. She stepped forward and grasped his hand between both of hers.

"I trust you, Buck," she smiled a small but earnest smile, letting him know that she truly was here for him. "Entirely. I promise. Okay?"

He nodded, still reluctant and entirely scared.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"I do. I trust you, I do," he cast his glance downwards, almost in shame. "It's myself I don't trust."

Her chest twisted with an emotion difficult to place. Mostly, it was the desire to take every ounce of pain away. She wished she could just snap her fingers and make it fade into nothing.

"That's okay," she said.

He looked back up at her, confused.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? I'm the one reading the words, so, even though I'd hate it, if you were to be... activated... you'd be listening to me not trying to fight me," she squeezed his hand. "And I will not let anything happen to you."

"I'm not worried about me..."

She knew. She was not stupid; she knew that Bucky was separate from the Winter Soldier and that theoretically, the Winter Soldier - and only the Winter Soldier - had the potential to hurt her. She wasn't blind to the dangers, but she also wasn't blind to the fact that there was no exact science to brainwashing. Whos to say nothing could ever seep through the programming? She knew what happened with Bucky when he was forced to fight Steve for the first time. How it changed him.

Even though the Winter Soldier was in there, there was more of Bucky. She knew that for sure. And she needed to make sure he knew one thing: even if the Winter Soldier was trying to claw his way back and entire world was against him, she saw Bucky and trusted Bucky and believed in Bucky. She was a constant. And she wouldn’t give up on him.

"What, you're worried about me?" she joked, lightheartedly. She took the hand she was holding and pressed it against her cheek. "This wouldn't hurt me, James Buchanan."

He sighed, feeling the warmth from her face. He did not deserve this kindness and he definitely did not trust himself despite her trust in him. Of course Bucky would never hurt her. But Bucky wasn't the Winter Soldier. And he didn't have the heart to tell her what the Winter Soldier could or would do. He didn't have the stomach to even think about what would happen if the Winter Soldier actually did something.

But there was something about the way she believed in him, the way her conviction was so strong. It made him almost start to doubt these feelings. He could never be sure of everything being okay, but at least he could be sure of her.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Okay?"

"I'll do it."

"Alright," she smiled.

She removed his hand from her face, but still held onto it.

"And even if you did try to fight me, I think I could go a couple rounds in the ring with the Winter Soldier. I'm big and tough."

They both laughed knowing she had very minimal fight training.

"You'd definitely kick my ass," Bucky chuckled.

She just smiled. And then her eyes grew wide.

"Oh! You wanna know the good news?"

"F'course."

Bucky watched her briefly disappear through the entryway before returning with a big, rectangular case. He raised an eyebrow.

"That's good news? What is it, a bomb?"

"I don't do bombs... arson only."

The look on his face made her wonder if he actually questioned whether or not she was serious. She fought laughter as she opened the case. It was silent for a moment. Y/N looked at him, waiting for a reaction.

"Is that... for me?"

"All yours, Buck. A favor I asked of Shuri."

She told him about the arm. Told him about Shuri's design, and the features and functionality. She didn't mention what made her think to ask Shuri, but that surely wasn't important.

"It's really cool, and like super sleek and badass. But more importantly, it will make you feel more... I don't wanna say regular 'cause nothing about you is regular," a shy smile slipped. "But more... how you're used to having your body feel and function."

"That's..." he shook his head before looking up and making dauntingly deliberate eye contact. "Thank you. For thinkin' of me. I mean it. I hope it wasn't too much trouble for her to make it."

"Nothin's too much trouble, Bucky. You're worth it."

"You're a real peach, y’know that?"

Suddenly she looked abashed. Did he say something wrong?

"Sorry- I didn't-"

"No, it's okay. I just got a weird sense of déjà vu. Don't worry about it."

He looked at her like he didn't quite believe her, but she tried not to think too hard about it.

"So..." Bucky gestured towards the arm. "...what do we do with this?"

"You wanna try it on?"

His brows shot up. "Oh! I mean- sure- I guess so, yeah."

She tried to pick it up and nearly threw her back out. "Jesus!"

"Woah there, tiger," he withheld a laugh, putting a hand under the vibranium arm to hold most of its weight.

"Okay, sit down," she ordered, both of them fumbling to hold onto the arm. "Shuri told me how to get the arm on. There's some... magnetic thing. I don't even know - it was some complex engineering lingo. Not my field."

After a couple minutes, clumsy hands attempting awkward assembly, and several curse words later... the arm was attached. They both stood as Bucky stuck out the bionic arm, admiring it and Y/N leaned back, admiring him. Wow.

Bucky smiled, holding both his forearms out - palms facing up - to see how they moved. "This is incredible."

He turned to her. "You're incredible. Thank you."

"No problem at all," she stepped forward. "How does it feel?"

Her hands found their way below his, cupping the underneath of them with a feather light touch. "How do you feel?"

"More... balanced," he laughed. "Coordinated?"

"Steady?"

"Absolutely."

"Stronger?"

"Definitely."

She looked up at him. "Confident? More comfortable in your own skin? That's what's most important."

He gripped her hands. "For sure. Thanks to you."

"Glad I could help. Just wanna make you feel more like yourself, you know?"

"I feel the most like myself when I'm with you," he nearly whispered.

He smiled, and then did something... unexpected. He let go of one of her hands and with the other, he twirled her around as if they were dancing. She went along with the movement, body falling in sync it even though she was confused.

"You make me wanna dance again."

With his voice so endearing, and his heart so spirited, the world around them fell quiet. She stepped forward and rested her hand on his shoulder. Then she placed one of his hands on her waist, and held the other out to the side, fingers intertwined with hers. And oh, the feeling of his hands on her; it was nearly overwhelming.

"Then dance."

And they swayed. They swayed to nothing, to the sweet sound of finding comfort in another person. She let her eyes flutter shut, allowed her guard to come down for just a moment. Just this moment. With him.

Bucky broke the silence with a shy question. "So yesterday... what does that mean for-"

"Let's just keep it between us."

"What do you mean?"

"It was a moment - like this one. I think I think too much, and I may have overreacted before. It doesn't have to be some cumbersome ordeal. It's just us."

"We're good then?"

"We're good."

"Good. 'Cause I like this."

She inhaled and smiled at the feeling of him inside her lungs. They continued swaying as they continued talking.

"You were in my dream you know?"

"Was I?"

"You were."

"Could I fly?"

"No," she laughed. "You were - well we, actually, were walking to that lake."

"To swim?"

Not exactly...

"I don't know. It's kinda foggy and didn't make much sense since it was a dream but we were definitely there."

"Did I say anything existentially insightful?" he joked.

"I don't remember much of what we said, but I remember how it felt."

"How... how did it feel?"

There she went again. She could feel herself slipping, but found it hard to care. She closed her eyes, thinking back to hibiscuses and Bucky's arms.

"The water and sun on my skin felt kind of like this," her hands ran up his sides dangerously slow and settled behind his neck, finger tips tangling into the ends of his hair.

His breath faltered. "Is that so?"

Unconsciously, his other hand found her waist and somehow the little space between them grew even smaller.

"Mhm," she hummed. "and the sight of a flower in your hair felt kind of like this."

Her hands moved to cup his face, the soft skin of her palm settling on his jawline.

"It was so pretty," she sighed.

"Yeah... pretty," he agreed. But he wasn't talking about the dream or the flower.

"And... your arms and your hands... felt kind of like this."

Gently, she pulled his face down to hers, though he needed no guidance or encouragement. When their lips met, that feelings of incompletion and longing, which had been prickling the back of her mind since the previous day, finally went away. They dissolved into fingers pressing into her hips, soft stubble tickling her cheek, and the delightfully encompassing presence of him.

She wasn't sure how long it was until they separated and words were spoken again. All she really recognized what that she was out of breath.

"And to think I was going to apologize for yesterday," Bucky smirked.

"I had to return the favor."

"And I gotta make up for lost time"

"Well, please don't let me stop you."

And he didn't. They continued right where they left off, except this time, it felt much too similar to something she had felt before. Hands began to roam just like they did in her dream.

The only thing was, her dream was cut short. She had no idea how it ended. But his hands were everywhere and it was all her senses could register. He was everywhere: her lips, her neck, her collar bones. She was burning.

The air ran out of her chest, and her voice was barely a breathy sigh. "Don't stop."

She could feel his smile on her skin. "Wouldn't dream of it."

-

The next morning, she awoke entwined in his arms - both of them.

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