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artist-issues · 4 months
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If you haven’t seen Wish yet and you love Disney, do not go see it. I am telling you now. It is ripping out the hearts of the Disney movies you love and then waving their corpses around as if celebrating those hearts.
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I’ll explain why, again: the message of Wish? Awful. Anti-Disney.
But they've been doing this for a long time. Saying one thing with their movies, and saying another with their PR and Disney Parks Soundtracks.
I'll explain.
Main Idea of Disney's Wish (and the You Are the Magic theme park song and merch): "The power to make your wishes come true is in you."
Most Disney Movies' Idea on How to Have Wishes: "Do what's right, (trust a higher power) and something even more wonderful than what you wished will happen."
Don't try to argue with me about this. You have to look underneath the slogans and the sweater designs and the song titles to what the stories actually support to acknowledge this.
Because you can’t say “do what’s right” has power unless you answer the question “who gets to decide ‘what’s right?’” (Which, coincidentally, is a question Wish brings up and then doesn’t answer.)
Audiences of Disney used to accept that wishing on a star was much like prayer; there’s something you long for, and it’s out of your hands, but you wish for it and you do what you know is right in the meantime. And you’re not crushed, you’re not downhearted, because somewhere in your mind you trust that the combo of those two things—wishing on a higher power and diligence to do what’s good—will be what makes your wish come true.
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Trust in a higher power—COMBINED WITH:
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—diligence to do what’s good.
The Blue Fairy (higher power) gave Geppetto his wish specifically because he had demonstrated commitment to do good, whether he got what he wanted or not. The Fairy Godmother (higher power) gave Cinderella her wish specifically because she kept on being kind and good to low creatures like mice and wicked stepsisters, whether she got what she wanted or not.
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Do you know why that combo (higher power + diligence to do good) is impactful? Timeless? Important?
Because it’s selfless. You want something, but you’re not going to sacrifice doing the right thing to get it. You’re not going to focus so hard on making what you want a reality, on your own, that you miss out on things that could be more important than what you want. And, you’re not so self-focused as to believe that if you don’t do it, it won’t get done.
Jeez, that’s the whole point of The Princess and the Frog!
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Tiana wishes to have her own restaurant, and she believes that only her own hard work will grant that wish. She misunderstands her dad’s advice before he dies. She isn’t willing to trust a higher power combined with her own diligence to do good—she only trusts her own ability.
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It’s not until she realizes that Ray, the character of faith, was right all along that she learns—what she wished for was too self-focused. It wasn’t complete without love. Something bigger than herself. And getting that was never going to happen just based on her own hard work.
But you know what? It was never going to happen just by a “higher-power” flavored shortcut, either. Because Facilier offers her her wish if she’ll just trust him, no hard work needed. But what does she say?
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Trust in a higher power + diligence to do what’s right = selflessness, and getting more than you could have ever wished for. And if your wish is selfish, doing those two things will change your wish into something selfless.
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More examples? Get ‘em while they’re hot, in case Wish made you forget, just like the current #NotMyDisney executives have forgotten, what real Disney wishes are for.
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Belle wishes to have adventures in the great wide somewhere--but when she's imprisoned and that chance is taken from her it's not reversed because she worked hard to make her wish come true. It's granted because she gave up her wish for her father: she just did the right thing, regardless of her wish. And in the end, she does get what she wished for, which is adventure in an enchanted castle...and much more, because she gets true love, a throne, and a castle full of friends.
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How about the One Who Started It All? The one Wish is failing to pay genuine tribute to?
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Snow White wishes for someone to love her, and he does--but when they're separated, she does not exercise power to make The Prince come back to her. Instead, she loves who she can where she’s at—the Dwarfs. In the meantime, she has faith that he will keep his promise, and that pure trust in a higher power outside of her control is a big contributing factor to why the Dwarfs come to love her, and learn from her...and in the end, even more than she could've wished happens. He does take her to his castle, but she also has seven new friends who also love her, and the Queen is dead. And she didn’t need to use “the power in her” to work harder and get it done. She just needed to not focus so much on herself at all.
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How about a male main character? One who’s wish starts out selfish, but after learning to wish on a higher power and be diligent to do the right thing, gets more than he could wish for?
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Aladdin wishes to be somebody different (somebody he believes Jasmine could love, somebody who lives in a palace and is respected and “never has any troubles at all.”)—but doing everything in his own power for that wish proves that it was selfish all along; so he switches to doing the right thing, regardless of if his wish comes true, and he gets even more than he could’ve wished. He gets real love with Jasmine, he gets his friend Genie, and he gets to be free from feeling “trapped” because he doesn’t have to hide who he is anymore.
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Or Simba?
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Simba wishes to get to do whatever he wants as King—but when Mufasa dies and he’s convinced it’s his fault, it isn’t for that wish that he goes back to Pride Rock to confront his past and his Uncle. It’s because he had an encounter with a higher power—his father—that helped him to realize his wish was selfish all along. He gives up the selfish wish, and he goes back to take his place as king, not so he can do whatever he wants, but so that he can take self-sacrificial responsibility that comes with ruling. And because he just does the right thing, finally, he gets more than what he wished for.
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How about something more recent? Zootopia.
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Judy wishes to make the world a better place by proving she can be what she wants to be and catching bad guys—but when she tries to make her wish happen on her own, in her own abilities, she fails and is forced to realize that she should’ve been looking for help by understanding “bad guys,” like Nick. It’s only after she humbled herself, admits she’s wrong, and changes her wish from “proving I can be what I want and catching bad guys” to “proving that understanding each other makes the world a better place” (much less self-focused) that her wish comes true—and so much more. She does make the world a better place, and she does get to catch bad guys, but she also gets to befriend one who was a good guy all along, and become all-around more effective at her dream job.
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This is how Disney always has been. Because it’s at the heart of good storytelling, and even life (not to get too dramatic.)
The power is not in you. Because it’s not about you. Self-sacrifice, faith, and doing the next right thing regardless of if you get your heart’s fondest desire is what makes more than just your wishes come true. And there has to be belief in a higher power to make that message powerful.
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But Wish?
Not only is it bad at showing instead of telling. Not only is it lazy and soulless.
But it’s characters rip the Star out of the sky and say “don’t wish on this. Wish on yourself, to get what you wish for. You don’t need a higher power. You don’t even need to sacrifice to do what’s good—whatever you do is good, because you are the one doing it.”
That is wrong. That is not true, and it is not powerful. There’s no sacrifice in focusing on or placing your trust totally in yourself, and it undoes every good thing Disney has done up until now.
And it undoes it on the 100th anniversary, and it flaunts Easter eggs of the very things it’s undoing.
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fushigowo · 11 months
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ PAIRING: gojo satoru x fem!reader
⇢ ˗ˏˋ SYNOPSIS: the aftermath of yours and gojo satoru’s midterm essay and how your relationship came to existence. contrary to popular belief, gojo satoru is actually the sweetest jerk of a boyfriend you’ve ever had.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNINGS: none!! just some cute fluff and suggestive themes <3
⇢ ˗ˏˋ NOTE: i have finally awaken from my peaceful century of slumber, resurrecting amidst the fog from the land of the dead, and bringing back the fluffiest, tooth-aching, heart-warming set of fluff i have ever written.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART I | PART II
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1. The midterm essay was a success. However, Gojo Satoru noticed that something is wrong.
You and Satoru were able to score a high grade in your midterms for literature class. It was amazing how the two of you managed to finish a ten-page essay regarding the social context of Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. However… during the week of working on the essay, of course there were some… other sessions that Satoru initiated.
During the entire week, you felt like you had lost your ability to walk and you’re not even exaggerating.
“You okay, sweetheart? I didn’t overdid it this time, right?” Satoru asks as he puts his shirt on while sitting on the edge of your bed.
“I’m literally struggling to walk right now, Satoru.” You stare at him in disbelief.
“Oops, my bad!”
But that being said, the entire week was a blast for both you and Satoru. Not only you’ve been fucked several times by your beloved, you also earned a high grade from your literature professor and was able to help Satoru in LIT 2000.
After the midterm week, Satoru noticed that you’re back to being the shy quiet student who rarely participates in class again. You’ve also been ignoring him after the week. The white-haired man couldn’t help but feel unsettled about your actions. Because why would you avoid him when you like him so much? And to Satoru, being ignored by the person he admires and likes is no different from being stabbed right through the chest.
Why were you being so distant from him all of the sudden? Why were you ignoring him like you didn’t just spend the entire week together?
Satoru knows that something is wrong so he decided to disturb you when you were studying in the library.
You were busy studying for a test when a loud voice called you from afar; a voice that you knew too well.
When you raised your head to stare at him, the other people in the library were staring daggers at him. Satoru makes his way towards you, ignoring the other students and even the librarian. The white-haired man stops in front of your table and sits across where you’re sitting.
“Hey, sweets,” he smiles. “What are you doing?”
“Studying…?” you said, as if it wasn’t obvious. “Why are you here, Satoru?”
“The question is why are you ignoring me?”
You let out a sigh and ignored his question. You close your laptop and pack your pens and notebooks but Satoru suddenly grip your wrist, making you look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“What is it, Satoru?” you ask, trying not to make your voice loud enough for everyone else to hear. “Look, let’s not discuss it here.”
“Fine. Take me somewhere more private.”
And that’s how you end up being eaten out by Gojo Satoru in the most secluded part of the library after explaining why you’ve been avoiding him.
2. Gojo Satoru remembers the little details.
After a tiring week, Satoru came busting in your library work to free you from the stress that you’ve been dealing with since… well, since forever, he thinks. But now, he’s here to alleviate your stress (and back pain).
Satoru had plans of dragging you out from your library work but he had to wait for you to finish since library work is an important part of your schedule. After that, he finally drags you out of campus to try the new dessert shop that had recently opened.
“I know you’re fond of sweets because it relieves your stress,” he smiles at you before holding your hand and enters the small shop. “I had to explore places that serve desserts near the campus so I can treat you. Oh, and you definitely deserve a treat after a stressful week.”
Oh… he remembers my rambles during aftercare.
Your heart races rapidly inside your chest, cheeks start to heat at the sweet gesture of Satoru. Like he predicted, the weight on your back of carrying loads of responsibilities and stress was suddenly lifted. It was amazing how Satoru was able to understand you more than you understand yourself. He knows what to say, what to do, and what not to do to lighten your mood.
Contrary to popular belief that Gojo Satoru is a cheating fuckboy, he is actually the opposite. Every one in the campus just see him as one because of how he constantly flirts with every girl he sees. In your defense, you think Satoru is just being nice to them. The nicknames are actually what gives it. He told you that he just likes calling everyone with the nicknames he gives.
“Sooooo… how is it? It’s good, right?” he smiles.
“Yeah. So good.” you smile back.
“You got something on your nose,” he says.
“Hmm? Where?”
“Here!” he yells before coating the tip of your nose with chocolate ice cream.
3. Gojo Satoru understands how your mind works.
You are anxious.
And Satoru can see it.
Sitting on top of the rooftop of your apartment building, you stare at the cityscape with your arms wrapped around your legs and chin on top of your knees. Satoru sits down next to you and asks what’s wrong but you didn’t answer and just continue to stare at nothing.
“Alright. Tell me what’s in your mind, sweetheart,” he says. “Something’s bothering you, obviously.”
“I’m just… I’m scared, Satoru,” you whisper, still not looking at him because of how pathetic you feel. “I’m scared of what might come. I don’t know how things will be for me after I graduate. Like, I know I have plans—big plans—but what if… what if I didn’t—what if I didn’t get to do all those plans? What will happen to me then? What will happen to me if I didn’t get to live the life that I wanted? If I didn’t get to become the person that I wanted to be?”
When you finally had the courage to look at him, your eyes are blurred with hot tears, making Satoru’s eyes soften at your current state.
Satoru doesn’t understand why but he likes it when you’re vulnerable around him. He likes it when you’re not scared of telling him what you really feel and what goes inside your head. Because a person like you, who rarely opens up to anyone in their life, means that you trust him enough to tell these things and to be vulnerable around him.
“I’m sorry, Satoru. I shouldn’t have said tha—”
“Thanks for telling me that, sweetheart.” he smiles before cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubs your soft skin, as if his hands are touching the most delicate flower that he has ever laid hands on, afraid of breaking its petals and ruining its beauty. But Satoru, no matter which state you are in, you are still the prettiest in his eyes.
“I know the future can be… shit and unpredictable but y’know, that’s kinda the exciting part of it. It’s full of… unexpected things; full of surprises; full of ups and downs. But one thing that I’m sure at is you will definitely be the person that you want to be. And right now, you’re doing everything you can to have the future that you want,” he says. “It’s okay to be anxious, sweetheart. Trust me when I say this, you will get the things you want and desire because you work so hard for it. Even if you didn’t get all of what you want, I’ll be by your side to help you. Even if you feel like what you did wasn’t enough, I’ll be by your side to tell you that it’s more than enough, okay? You are more than enough. Now come here and give me a hug.”
You smile at him as you sniff and wipe your tears away before giving him a tight hug. Satoru kisses your forehead.
And what seems like a dream is actually a moment in reality.
4. Gojo Satoru is your biggest supporter and your number one fan.
Upon sitting on your desk in LIT 2000, your professor called your name for you to recite the earlier discussions regarding your lesson last meeting, which was African American Literature. Recently, Satoru has been participating more and more in class which was because of you.
He figured that if his girl is the smartest student in class, then he’d better step up and level your intelligence. Everyone else were surprised except you and your professor. The both of you know damn well that Satoru is a smarter than he looks. But Satoru’s recent constant participation burned something inside you. Every time he speaks, he would look at you with a smirk on his face. It was as if he was taunting you.
Ever since you and Satoru would do your study routine together, his grades were over the top and his participation started to become consistent. Of course you wouldn’t let your smartass boy take the number one rank in literature class from you.
“Yes, Mr. Gojo? Would you like to share your—”
“I would like to answer it, professor.” you raise your hand, surprising the others as well as Satoru.
When you finally stand up from your seat, all eyes are on you as you answer the professor’s question. But it was then followed by another question and another question, and you figured that your professor is definitely taking her time asking you all those questions to make up for the ones that you didn’t answer because of your… shyness. As you answer every question she throws at you, the smile on Satoru’s glossy lips becomes wider and wider as this is the first time he has witnessed you talk in full confidence.
“Yes! That’s my girl!” his loud voiced echoes in the entire classroom, which made you hide your face from your professor and the others because of how… embarrassing that was.
When you finally sit back down, you look over your shoulder and made a face, asking ‘what the fuck was that?’. But Satoru just smiles widely at you and gave you a thumbs up.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him and give him a thumbs up.
5. Gojo Satoru finally unmasked himself in front of you.
It was the worst of times of Satoru.
However, everyone was oblivious to that thought. Well, almost everyone. To them, Satoru remains the same goofy person that he is even after… losing someone so important to him. To them, Satoru is a big asshole. Why? A big asshole for not even shedding a tear even after losing someone important to him. A big asshole for not reacting the way a normal person would react to a loved one’s death.
How did Satoru react?
Laughing and shrugging everything off. Showing no signs of tears nor sympathy. He just fucking shrugs it off.
“Oh, yeah that! I’m not thinking about it too much, y’know? I’ll eventually get over it!” he smiles. “People come and go after all.”
And people would say to him: “How can you be so insensitive?”
To everyone, Gojo Satoru is a rude, insensitive jerk.
Well, almost everyone.
“Satoru?” you call out. “You can talk to me. I’m right here. I’ll listen.”
Satoru’s back is facing you and you notice how he wiped something off from his face and sniffed before turning around for you to see a wide smile on his face as if he’s not falling apart. His red yet pretty eyes says otherwise.
“Hey, sweetheart! What are ya doing here? Went to see me for a kiss?”
“Satoru,” you mumble. You are definitely not amused. “Stop it.”
“Stop what—”
“Stop whatever this is,” you say. “You keep putting on these faces to make everyone see that you’re okay or unaffected by these events but I know that you’re falling apart, Satoru.”
Satoru’s smile slowly disappear from his face as he continues to listen to you.
“You can cry in front of me. You can tell me what’s in your mind. You can let yourself out of that… that façade of yours and just fall apart just this once.” This time you look at him straight in the eyes. “I just don’t want you to go through this alone, Satoru. I’m here. Let me carry the weight of grief with you.”
And then, Gojo Satoru fell apart… but this time, you were there to pick him back up.
Satoru wraps his arms around you. His legs start to wobble, making him fall down on the concrete along with you. Even though his face is buried on your chest and his arms wrapped around your back, you can tell that Satoru is crying because of his quiet whimpers and sniffs.
“It’s okay, Satoru,” you whisper as you caress his pearl white hair. “I’m here.”
“I lost him,” he whispers, accompanied by whimpers and hiccups. “My best friend… the only one I had…”
For the first time, Gojo Satoru finally unmasked himself in front of you.
6. Gojo Satoru has interesting ways to claim that you are his.
Satoru had invited you in their fraternity party.
It wasn’t the first time that you’ve been in these kinds of party. Your best friend invited you to come with her before but that was the last time you went to one because of how uncomfortable it was for you. Your best friend told you that she’ll stay by your side the entire night but once the both of you had entered the party, she was already chugging down some beers and partying with the other students, leaving you no choice but to sit and hide in the corner.
But this time, you had trust in Satoru that he’ll never leave your side because you already told him why you don’t come to these kinds of parties anymore.
Now, you’re sitting next to Satoru, talking to some of his friends and some freshmem that tagged along. The freshmen—Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuuji, and Fushiguro Megumi—are actually fun and nice to hangout with.
This is the first time that you’ve enjoyed a party.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Satoru leans closer to your ear for you to hear. “I’ll go grab us another beer. Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know, ‘kay? I’ll be right back,” he says before kissing your temple and stands up from where he’s sitting.
After a few minutes of waiting for Satoru, you felt uneasy so you left your seat to go look for him. Since he was getting drinks, you figured he'd be somewhere in the kitchen where you encountered someone you don’t know. The guy was probably drunk since he can’t seem to walk straight and has a bottle of beer in his hands.
“Hey, pretty, what are you here for?” he asks, making you back away.
“Uh—I’m just—I’m looking for my—”
“Hey, sweetheart! What’re you doing here? I got us some drinks!”
Hearing your boyfriend’s voice made the fear and panic jump out of you. When you saw him through the doorway, you immediately sprint towards him and wrap your arms around his waist.
“And I thought she’d be available in bed,” the guy mumbles, making Satoru furrow his eyebrows and the next thing you knew, the guy was beaten up pretty badly and your boyfriend was kicked out of the party and the two of you spent the night driving around the city, looking for the perfect spot of the city lights where you and your boyfriend can feel like you’re on top of the world.
7. Gojo Satoru loves your drunken state.
When you told Satoru that you’d be out drinking with your friends, he asked each and every one of them to text him if you ever get drunk. He doesn’t want you to take an uber or have your friends take you home, he wants to be the one doing that so he is sure that you are completely safe.
And that’s what your friends did.
When you finished two bottles of beer, you were a complete mess and god knows how much of a mess you are when you’re drunk as hell. The moment that your friends realized that you need to be taken home is when you started to cry about how much you miss your boyfriend and kept asking why your friends took him away from you.
So when Satoru got to the street where he’s supposed to meet up with your friends and you, he didn’t know what he was seeing. You were throwing up in a trash bin like you’re about to transform into a fucking werewolf.
“How many did she drink?” he asks.
“Five. She was… enjoying,” one of your friends replies.
“I can see that,” he chuckles before taking you in his arms. “How worse was it?”
“Not worse than before. All she did was cry and whine. Anyways, our ride will be here soon. Take good care of her, Gojo. We trust you.”
“Yep. Thanks for looking after her!”
Satoru waves to your friends as they get inside the car then turns his gaze on you, clinging onto him like a koala holding onto a tree.
“All right, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”
Oh, you were drunk as fuck, alright. You can barely even walk so Satoru decided to carry you like a newly wedded wife. But your sniffs and whimpers stop him in his tracks to check up on you.
“You okay, babe?” he asks. You nod and wiggle yourself to get out of Satoru’s grasp to make yourself walk. You told him you can, so he let you. Now you’re wiggling and can’t even walk a straight line while your boyfriend chuckles from behind.
“All right, that’s enough,” he says before holding you again.
Satoru cages you closer in his embrace, feeling your warmth and breathing the scent of alcohol in you. But your instincts suddenly kick in, so you shoved Satoru over before yelling, “I have a boyfriend, mister! His name’s Satoru and he’s gonna beat you up if you touch me!”
“Oh? Who’s your boyfriend again?” Satoru tries his best not to laugh.
“Gojo Satoru. And he’s not gonna be my boyfriend anymore after this,” you say.
“Why not?” Satoru raises an eyebrow.
“Because I’m gonna propose to him and ask him to marry me so he can be my husband,” you chuckle. “So don’t touch me! I need to go home to him!”
Satoru lets out a laugh, almost loud enough to echo in the quiet streets an hour after midnight. His shoulders shaking up and down as he amuses himself at the things you were saying in your drunken state.
No wonder you don’t drink much when you’re out with Satoru. You don’t want him to see you in your drunken state yet this is a side of you that Satoru wants to see. Yes, he knows you’re an introverted woman who is secretly a very horny one yet comfortable when it comes to people she’s close with, but this is something that Satoru has not yet seen. He doesn’t know if he’s going to record you or just let this be a memory in his mind. He chuckles to himself and figured that this is something that only he knows and he witnessed.
“Oh, that won’t happen, sweetheart!” Satoru hugs you behind your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Why not? Is he dating another person? Would he say no if I propose to him? What if he says he doesn’t want me to be his wife?! What if—”
“No! That’s not what I mean,” he chuckles. “That’s not gonna happen because… Satoru will propose to you first. He will ask you to be his wife and if you say yes, the two of you will have a cozy home and a sweet, little family, full of small Gojos and a pet too.”
“You think he’s gonna propose to me?” you ask.
“Oh, he definitely will,” Satoru smiles before wrapping his arms around you again to take you to his car. “Now let’s take you to Satoru.”
8. Gojo Satoru loves hearing you read to him.
Aftercare with Satoru is almost similar as being in heaven. His kisses, his rambles, his praises, the way he takes care of you, the way he whispers sweet nothings to you is the same as floating on Cloud Nine.
But this time, you wanted to be the one to take care of him, too.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers before kissing your temple. “I’ll make you a hot bath, okay?”
Just when he was about to stand up, you call out to him, making Satoru look over his shoulder.
“You can just stay here with me, ‘Toru. Let’s stay in bed for a while, please?”
And how can he say no when you’re giving him those doe eyes that he can’t resist?
So when you told him to get back on the sheets, Satoru didn’t hesitate to do so. With a large smile on his lips, your white-haired boyfriend settles himself on the bed, his arms wrapped around your back and his face rested on your chest, you being the big spoon and him, the little spoon.
“Read to me, angel,” he whispers. “Wanna hear your voice.”
“Okay,” you chuckle. You stretch your arm to get the book on the nightstand on your side of the bed. “Where did we stop—Ah, here.” You settle yourself wrapping your other arm around Satoru will the other holds the book.
You clear your throat before reading, “‘I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.’” As you read the passage from Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, your fingers caress Satoru’s soft, white hair while the man feels himself slowly drifting to a peaceful sleep.
“YN?” he calls out.
“Hmm?” you hum in a low tone.
“I’m so glad we got partnered at that midterm essay.”
You chuckle before leaning closer to him. “I’m glad too, ‘Toru…”
9. Gojo Satoru gets along with your cat very well.
“Tada!”
“Uh, babe? What am I looking at?”
“His name’s Tooru! With double O’s!” You smile as you hold your white, Persian cat by its armpits, showing its full glory to your boyfriend. “He’s so white and fluffy and he reminds me of you, so I named him Tooru but it’s spelled with double O’s.” You nuzzle Tooru in your embrace while your boyfriend processes what’s happening.
Did you just replace him with a cat?
“Did you just replace me with a cat?”
You didn’t answer him. You didn’t even bother looking at him since you’re too busy baby-talking your new cat, Tooru. Satoru can’t deny that Tooru isn’t cute. In fact, he is the most adorable cat he has seen, but the now that you’re giving attention to your cat rather than him, he couldn’t help but be—
“…jealous? Satoru, are you jealous of Tooru?” you ask, almost bursting out in a laugh.
“So what if I am?” he pouts. “You obviously love him more than me! You only had him for, like, 4 hours and you have me for three years!”
“Come on, don’t be so immature, Satoru!” you chuckle. “Tooru deserves much as love as you get. Oh, and can you play with him for a while? I’ll make us dinner!”
You stand up and kiss Satoru on his cheek then kiss your cat all over his face before heading toward the kitchen. When you finally disappeared from Satoru and Tooru’s sight, your white-haired boyfriend glances at your cat like it’s about to steal the love of his life—which he actually thinks is happening right now.
The bored expression of your cat’s face as it stares into Satoru’s cerulean blue eyes makes him even more pissed because what are the odds that the cat has the same color of eyes as his? Your cat is the cat version of Satoru and he hates it because he is the only Gojo Satoru in your life. Immature, yes, but almost nothing is ever taken maturely by your boyfriend.
But since you came to love Tooru so much (but not much than you love him, Satoru thinks), he realizes that it would make you happy if he gets along well with your cat.
“Fine.” Satoru sighs. “Hi, Tooru! Aren’t you adorable?” your white-haired boyfriend attempts to caress Tooru’s soft fur but was taken aback and shrieked when Tooru’s claws swiftly attacked Satoru’s hand.
“Shit! What the fuck, Tooru!”
“What happened?” you run from the kitchen to the living room only to see your boyfriend’s arms crossed and your cat curled up at the corner as if a father is scolding at his child.
“Babe, Tooru just—”
“Oh, my poor baby.” You didn’t take a glance at Satoru and made your way to Tooru to caress him in your arms and pull him in a hug. “Satoru, you know better than to yell at our child! He’s just a kid!”
“Are you serious right now?”
It’s been weeks since Tooru came home with you and since then, he has been ruining yours and Satoru’s relationship. It’s as if the cat has a manipulative mind of its on to sabotage Satoru. And every time Tooru successfully does so, Satoru swears that his cute, little tongue sticks out to mock your white-haired boyfriend.
Now, you’re packing your bags to go visit your family for a few days. Satoru has to stay since he’s finishing his graduate studies in Language and Literature so your boyfriend has no choice but to stay with your cat that he cannot get along with.
“Alright, Tooru, your mom’s gone which means I’m in charge.”
For the next few days, Tooru has done nothing but mess with Satoru. But it wasn’t until your white-haired boyfriend finally figured something out when he bought a laser. He read somewhere that cats can be played and tamed with lasers and catnips and a ball of yarn so that’s what he did.
Satoru realizes that you cut Tooru’s claws before going so he won’t get a chance to claw him out. The more Satoru gets closer to Tooru, the more Tooru gets comfortable with him. So when your boyfriend thought it was time to buy another bed for Tooru, he bought the most expensive one since he thinks your cat will soften with him if he buys something expensive.
But that wasn’t until the package finally arrived but then Tooru decided to make the box of the package to be his shelter instead of the expensive one that Satoru bought.
“God, what would I do with you, you little devil.” Satoru chuckles then rubs Tooru’s head before picking him up in his arms. Satoru sits on the couch and opens the TV, your cat is now purring on his stomach. “Heh, your mom will be home for another hour now. And, you won’t be staying in our room for the night.”
After spending the night waiting for you while watching TV, Satoru fell asleep with Tooru still purring on his stomach, leaving the TV open. The dim light of the screen is the only source of light surrounding the apartment but it wasn't until you open the door and flick the light switch on. You were greeted by a sleeping Satoru and Tooru so you had to hold your excitement back in order to not wake them up.
My boys are so cute!
You cheer before taking a picture.
Needless to say, you had the photo put in a picture frame.
10. Gojo Satoru realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
Satoru stirs awake from his sleep, his eyes start scanning the room, still engulfed with darkness with no rays of sunlight coming from the windows. The white-haired man glances at his sides to check the digital clock next to him, sitting on the nightstand. It’s already ten minutes past 3AM.
His gaze travels back to your side of the bed. There you were, so deep in a peaceful slumber as you lay on your sides, facing Satoru. He pulls the sheets of the bed up to your chest before letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru knew you were tired as hell after last night’s session since he couldn’t control himself.
His slender fingers caress your soft cheeks, your warmth traveling to his fingertips like lightning striking the grounds of the earth that sends shivers down his spine. Satoru leans in closer to you and gives you a delicate, gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips feels like petal gently touching the ground as he gives you his kisses.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Gojo Satoru couldn’t help but look forward for tomorrow and rest of the days, of the months, of the years that he will be spending with you soon. He looks forward to waking up every morning when the first thing he will be seeing is your face, he looks forward to spending peaceful days with you and Tooru, and he looks forward to spending the rest of his life with you.
From the moment Gojo Satoru enters your life, his goal from the very start was to marry you, and that’s what he’s going to do.
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bella-goths-wife · 18 days
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I really enjoy your work with the Vees and Sound manipulation Reader, I’m curious about how Alastor would react to the fact the Vees having a ‘pet’ with that power?
Alastors reaction to the Vs pet
Warnings: alastor, violence, terrible foreshadowing, poor reader is uncomfortable
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Alastor had actually met you before you became the Vs pet, just before his 7 year disappearance
You were a fresh soul in hell and just figuring out how to survive and use your ability to your advantage
It was quite similar to how you met vox, you were unaware of how powerful alastor was and you tried to surprise attack him with your ability so you could rob him
You used your sound manipulation to create a loud noise in his ears to try and shock him but a shadowed hand grabbed you before you could do anything more
“Afraid that won’t work on me, my dear” he said with an irritated grin as he turned to you “now, why don’t you tell me your name and what you think your doing”
His shadows had tightened around you as you hurriedly explained your situation and begged for mercy
There was something so familiar about you to alastor, your eyes almost looked identical to someone he once knew
He examined you carefully and took in your appearance as you begged and couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity that seemed to come from looking at your eyes
“Well my dear, considering your also a fellow lover of music I’ll forgive you for your ignorance” alastor had said with a grin as his shadow let go of you and you fell to the ground “come along darling, I wish to discuss many things with you”
He bought you dinner and watched as you ate it with gusto, realising how hungry you must have been
He had you explain your ability to him in great detail with the promise of more food if you did so
He noted that it was unusually generous of him, but he just couldn’t shake his curiosity
After you explained everything to him, he simply nodded and with a click of his fingers he gave you more appropriate clothes to keep you warm
He gave you the simple advice of learning who to charm and who to steal from, promising you that he believed you had the ability to charm the entire pentagram of you used your abilities correctly
After that he disappeared and a few years later you worked for vox
Upon alastors return, you crossed his mind a few times a week as he wondered what happened to you
It wasn’t until he saw you on angel dusts cellphone and questioned him about it
He said that what alastor saw was a post on velvette’s social media, and the post featured a picture of you dressed in lavish clothes that matched velvettes
Velvette had her hand resting on your shoulder as she commanded you to pose, and alastor couldn’t help the look of disgust that crossed his face
In truth, after hearing of Charlie’s hotel he had hoped to find you and enlist your help for his own entertainment
But to see you with the Vs, who exploited your ability in all the wrong ways, he felt nothing but more disgust and resentment towards them
When he said you should charm people so you could survive, he meant people who were worth more than those tacky Vs
And the worst part of it was that he still felt some type of familiarity from you, and his intrigue wouldn’t let him just let him let it go
So don’t worry darling, alastor will find a way to speak to you somehow
He has to, he needs to figure out what connection you have to him to make you so intriguing
And to find out why only you and him shared music based abilities
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diejager · 5 months
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I can imagine human reader getting tierd of being the only one in the 141 without like hybrid powers and just pulls a full brainstorm and makes like spider man stuff. like we just make some web shooters or something and the boys when we show them are just O°O
Webs
Dumbfounded, that’s the first thing they felt. To combat your mundaneness, your powerlessness in the face of a world full of hybrids and monsters born with powers and using them. You were human in every sense, you were powerless, mortal and weak, but you were resilient, mind brewing with theories and hypothesis for a way to become better —greater so that you could match the other men in the Task Force.
It took you weeks of building and searching for help, having Laswell connect you to the brightest minds in both worlds : human and monsters, to have your little contraption built. It was all hard work and sleepless nights, cooperation between both sides until you had your little shooter in your hand. It would be the tech that would help you hold your own in times of need and when you separated, stranded on your own.
It was a surprise, certainly, to the hybrids you worked with, watching you swing objects and shrapnel left and right when they’re thrown at you. You used your newly-acquired gadget to make the area safer before you started on whatever wound Soap or König had, touching up any injuries you already patched up hurriedly, or wanting to clear the area.
Price had commented on it, praising your ingenuity to further your reach, being able to do more than asked of you. Ghost, Gaz and König were often the ones to watch you practice, the exercise you added to your drills to master your ability to swing from wall to wall. Gaz would fly over your head, ready to fly down and pick you up if you slipped or if the web wasn’t shot far enough. If Gaz couldn’t reach you in time, Ghost and König were the failsafe, catching you in their arms.
Horangi’s curious, his swaying tail and careful steps matching Soap’s excited wagging and skip when they asked you questions, a feline’s curiosity and a canine’s eagerness. You told them all you knew, the less technical parts of the construction without confusing them or yourself. You explained how it worked, how to change the fibre and how to use it.
Rudy was the only one tempted to try it out, letting you watch him fumble and stumble around with it while he hung in the air, feet kicking the cement wall. Alejandro would laugh, his smooth chuckle making both yours and Rudy’s cheeks warm, him from embarrassment and you from something warm in your abdomen.
Perhaps you’d ask a few bigger copies just to see how well the rest of the TF fared with your gadget, just for the fun of it, to laugh and look back at this memory with joy and laughter.
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Shadows We Trust
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 18
Disclaimer for media use in this chapter. This story in general will use a host of visual aids. These are just for story depiction and not meant as a claim to what's being used. All images, videos, audio, music, etc. belong to their respective owners. These aids are for reference only.
The video used for this chapter is used as a reference for Jungkook and the reader's practice session. This does not mean it's the exact practice session, it's just so readers can visualize what it may look like. It makes it easier to watch than trying to explain in writing. To view the full clip used for this chapter, click here.
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While Jungkook may have been confident in my ability to pick up his routine relatively quickly, I wasn’t sure I shared that same confidence.
“…we’ll transition into a lift here and I’ll show you what position I want you in for my supports too.”
“Okay, not to burst your bubble or anything, but I’m struggling to see exactly how this is going to work. Lifts aren’t really something I’m used to doing and now you want me to do… that?” I gestured towards the video he was showing me.
It was clear Jungkook had put some thought into his routine. The clip he had of himself performing a good portion of it was amazing. Made even more so with Jimin as his makeshift partner for some of the lifts and his counterbalance.
“The way I see it, you’ve got a solid foundation. I purposely chose Jimin to try it with because the two of you are aerialists. If he was able to learn and execute it, I’m confident you can too.”
“Except you’re forgetting a big difference. Jimin is way more advanced than me.”
Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head before tossing his phone on a nearby mat. He had pulled the long blonde locks on top of his undercut back into a ponytail. The ends of it sticking out like tufts and looking way too cute and dangerously sexy at the same time. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of sweatpants and shooter shirt tank top that showed off that dark sleeve of ink.
“Don’t worry. I’ll ease you into it. Let’s start with some stretches.”
It had really been way too long since I had slipped into a practice routine. Even just the stretches felt really nice as my body settled back into some semblance of normalcy.
“How’d you sleep last night?”
I glanced up at Jungkook across from me, he sat on the ground, reaching for his toes. Ducking my gaze back to the ground, I shifted into a new position just so I wouldn’t have to look at him directly. His question was innocent enough, but I didn’t quite know how to answer without flat out lying to him. In all honesty, it was one of his performance partners’ fault I hardly got any sleep to begin with.
“Fine. I think it may take me a bit to get used to sleeping in a new place.”
He nodded, casting me a look out of the corner of his eye.
“That explains why you look so tired then.”
I hummed noncommittally before taking a seat across from him.
“What about you? It seemed like you were up pretty early this evening. Are you usually this early of a riser?”
“No.” He grinned. “I was just excited to see you.”
The nonchalance was unexpected, but then again, there wasn’t much in the short time I’ve known Jungkook that really seemed to ruffle his feathers. In retrospect, he’s poked little phrases here and there along those lines several times that we’ve spoken. I had brushed it off before as him just being friendly, but the somewhat bashful way he averted his eyes had me second-guessing. Is he actually flirting with me? Unable to keep the redness off my own cheeks, I cleared my throat a bit awkwardly.
“Can I ask you something?”
I used the uncomfortable pause to segue the conversation elsewhere.
“Anything.” He chirped, looking rather happy.
“Um, did the seven of you know each other before you came here to perform?”
Jungkook frowned, visually disappointed, until that same easygoing smile I was used to was back.
“Kind of. Some of us knew each other more than others. Yoongi and I were actually living together long before we met the others.”
“You and Yoongi lived together?”
Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, for a little while.”
Sensing this as an opportunity for me to learn more, I leaned towards him, pretending I was still stretching.
“Then can I ask you what Yoongi was like back then?”
Jungkook looked surprised that I was asking. His eyes flitting towards the door before returning to me.
“You want, to know more about Yoongi?”
I nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah. It’s only natural, right? To want to know more about my roommate?”
“Your roommate. Right.” Jungkook’s lip jutted out in a slight pout, looking put out by my sudden line of questioning. “It would probably be better to ask him. He’d be able to answer questions about himself better than I could.”
“Did you know him before his accident?”
Jungkook’s head whipped up to mine, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing a few times.
“You know about that?”
I shrugged. “I saw the scars, but I didn’t ask him what happened.”
It didn’t escape me how nervous he suddenly became. He refused to look at me now, hand coming up to scratch at his temple while he sighed softly.
“It’s not really my story to tell.” He gave me a tight smile before standing. “You’ll have to ask him. In the meantime, let’s try to get a few of these moves down.”
He held a tattooed hand out for me to take. I was a bit disappointed that my fishing for information didn’t turn up more than what I got, but I understood that Jungkook didn’t feel comfortable telling me about a story that was so personal to Yoongi. Frustrating yes, but I respected it. I took the offered arm, letting Jungkook haul me to my feet.
“My goal today is to get you comfortable with lifts and for me to get a better handle on your body.”
I paused, my eyebrows lifting of their own accord.
“You- what?”
The slow smirk was knowing, amusement dancing in those dark eyes.
“What we’re about to do requires a lot of trust and familiarity with each other for it to work.”
“Right.” I laughed nervously. “Of course that’s what you were getting at.”
I mumbled the last bit under my breath, unzipping my coat at the same time Jungkook tugged at his top. The action smooth as he slid it over his head. His muscles bunched with it and even though it wasn’t the first time I was seeing him shirtless; it might as well have been with the way my stomach knotted and my core clenched. I wondered what it was about these men that had me react so much. Going from someone who never cared to pay attention to the opposite sex to someone who spies on and sleeps with three out of my seven new performance partners, there had to be something wrong with me.
“Although…” Jungkook’s voice ripped me from the staring contest I was in with his exposed skin. The look in his eyes mischievous. “You don’t have to use our routine as your only reason for touching me. I’m not opposed to wandering hands if they’re yours.”
I nearly snorted, using the excuse of setting my coat aside just to hide my blush.
“Just show me what you want to start with.”
Practicing with Jungkook was as easy as it was practicing with Yunho. Albeit a tad bit more distracting. Yunho and I spending so much time together and being in the same act meant I was more familiar with him. With Jungkook, I didn’t know his movements as well and so that meant he took extra liberties to position me how he wanted me. His large palms smoothing over my arms and bared midriff, pushing me away to balance with him a bit better or tugging me tighter into his body.
If I had been worried about how well I would be for lifts, he quickly dashed those concerns with every subsequent pose. He handled my weight effortlessly, which after tossing Jimin around, was probably good practice and got him used to doing it.
“Tighten here.” He pressed my fingers harder into the grip I had around his inked bicep. “This is where your control will lie when I go in for the lift.”
As if to prove his point, his hands found my hips and lifted me. The sudden action and weightlessness catching me off guard and my hold on him slipped. Jungkook was ready though, his arms shifting position quickly to wrap around me instead and jerk me into his chest so I wouldn’t fall.
“You okay?”
I nodded, meeting his eyes only to become nervous all over again when I realized how close we were. My nose was nearly brushing his, large brown eyes filled with concern.
“I should have made sure you were ready first, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I know what you mean now about it being my control.” I laughed breathlessly.
“Yeah…” He murmured, huffing out a laugh.
My laughter stalled, taking in the way he suddenly turned serious. The heat of his palms against my back dissipating a bit as his hands curled into fists. He swallowed hard, knuckles on one hand trailing around my hip and down, spreading his fingers over my thigh. The tension between us thickened, the atmosphere taking a turn too similar to last night’s which happened in this same room only a few feet from where we were. I couldn’t escape the excitement I felt being body to body with him like this.
Then, his gaze dropped to my lips, transfixed on them. His fingertips dug into the skin of my thigh hard, the sensation enough to remind me where I was, who I was with, and what we were doing. Jungkook’s brows furrowed, eyes still trained on my lips while he tilted his head towards me. Panicking a bit, I tapped his shoulder a bit harder than what was probably necessary in a bid to let him know I was good.
“We should go again. I’ll be sure to not let go this time.”
He halted. One slow blink and he pulled back looking at me a little confused as if he were processing what I had just said to him. Finally, he slowly released me.
“Oh, yeah. Let’s try... again.”
I nodded politely, looking away from him. It took him a minute to get his bearings, but I just used that time to get ahold of myself. I wrapped a hand around his bicep again, reinforcing my grip so I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I held on tight, hoping that my physical strength would correlate to my will around these men. Because I was quickly finding myself on the losing end of two battles in less than two days.
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espinosaurusrexex · 10 months
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*intensely thinking of final answer*
*game show waiting music*
I think I'm going with miscommunication with Bucky.
*presses button to log it in*
*game show celebration music* congratulations! You have a Bingo!!! 💗 This was fun. I'm hoping it counts as Miscommunication because, technically, it's only one-sided. But I loved it so much I had to write it. Anyway - enjoy! 🥰
summary 'cause it's a little longer: You’re the new recruit with mind-controlling abilities and Bucky hates it. But after avoiding you for a while and being responsible for several dangerous situations because of it, Bucky is asked to resolve his issues with you. He’s not amused, but amazing things can happen when people are trapped in elevators and it makes Bucky realize that, maybe, you’re not as awful as he thought.
Miscommunication (Bingo Game)
!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!
BuckyBarnes x Enhanced!Female!Reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: enemies to friends (for now?), grumpy!Bucky, angst, swearing, sassy reader, arguing, and me trying to be funny
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“Can you make people cry?”
“Sometimes.”
“What about making them dance real good.” Another man chimed in. You remembered him introducing himself as ‘The Falcon’.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Are you a good dancer?” You smirked. 
“Is that a challenge?” He raised his eyebrows. 
“What about farts, can you make people fart,” The ant guy asked with enthusiasm. 
“I... I haven’t tried that yet.”
“Well, it would be a great prank.”
“I guess?” It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d been asked before - you’d never forget that day your niece brought you to school for your magic talent... kindergartners asked the most unexpected questions. But hearing them from an adult was still a little unusual. 
“So you can just make people do things?” The youngest of the group asked.
“Pretty much.”
“How?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
His eyes lit up. “Woah, so you could make Mr. Falcon go and get me a bowl of popcorn right now?”
“Careful, spider boy.” The man - Sam, you believed - warned. 
“I could, yes.”
“I’ve never had this much power!” Peter rubbed his hands with a bright smile - his name was easy to remember with all the questions he fired at you.
“You still don’t, kid. Keep it down a little will ya?” The goatee man tapped his shoulder with the twitch of his brow. 
“Oh, yes Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark.”
“Tony,” he corrected.
“Right. Mr. Tony, sir.”
You’d been here for thirty minutes and everyone was all over you. You didn’t mind, really. On the contrary, you enjoyed that the people you would work with were actually interested. Well, all except for one. It didn’t go past you that one person had been watching you from the corner the whole time, not losing a word, simply staring ahead broodily with his arms crossed 
“Alright, everyone,” Tony clapped once, “last question. I still have to show the rookie the rest of the compound.”
“Oh me, me, me!!!” Peter raised his hand and almost picked Tony’s nose.
“Barnes, do you have anything? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
“I don’t need to know shit, Stark.” The brunette pushed himself off the wall, revealing a couple more inches to his height you had not noticed before. 
“Don’t be rude, Mr. Barnes,” Peter pouted; he seemed to be adoring you already. 
“I’m not rude. It’s just a stupid power that no one needs. It’s fucking dangerous and shouldn’t be part of the Avengers,” he exclaimed and proceeded to leave the room, making you feel a little sad and the rest of the team look baffled. 
“Well... okay.” Tony turned to you, rolling his eyes as Peter’s desperate noises reached his ears again. “What’s your question, Peter?”
“Miss, I don’t think your power is stupid. It’s super mega awesome and I seriously wish I could tell Flash about it, he would be so jealous!” You laughed. 
“The question, kid.”
“Oh, yes... can you make animals talk?”
-❁-
That had been about four weeks ago, and Bucky had been avoiding you ever since. He had heard what you could do the first day you got introduced, and thanks to Peter he had more than enough knowledge about how vastly your power reached. 
Mind control. That was the fucking last thing they needed on the team. How fucking ridiculous. Bucky didn’t want to have anything to do with it, or you for that matter. It was enough that Wanda had the ability to read minds, he didn’t need someone controlling them on top of it. 
So Bucky didn’t like you or your power or the danger that came with it, and he put a huge amount of effort into showing you his disdain. When you entered the room, he stood to leave. When you were assigned on a mission together, he tried to switch with someone else - earning him weeks worth of laundry duty for Sam and dishwashing chores for Nat - but that was worth it. And when he wasn’t able to, he communicated with you as little as possible, earning a couple of scoldings from Stark and Fury for not warning you of threats in time - but really, nothing bad ever happened, so Bucky didn’t know what the problem was.
And soon, much to Bucky’s relief, you started reciprocating the hostile behavior he displayed toward you on a daily basis.
Constant bickering, dangerous situations, and death stares were your new M.O. but Bucky knew it only meant for you to finally back off. Because you had tried to be nice to him in the beginning, and Bucky felt a little bad for making you sad, but it was nothing to how sorry he would be if he ever let you in. 
A gunshot sounded through the crackly speaker.
“Fuck!”
Followed by a round of grunts and hits of which a fair amount landed in Bucky’s ribs and face.
“Oh right, there’s a hostile headed your way. Sorry, must’ve slipped my mind. I’m a little ‘careless’ at times.”
Yep, that one had hurt. But he’d rather pack a punch than retract his comment about your being careless. Because that’s what you were - or rather your ability. Careless and dangerous.
Bucky watched as Steve crossed his arms after pausing the recording, his captain stare in full force as he watched his best friend lean back in his chair unimpressed.
“Buck, you know I don’t want to do this but it's also my job to make sure my team is conducting missions safely. So, what’s wrong? You don’t usually act this way - even with people you don’t like - so don’t even try.”
Bucky just huffed, crossing his arms as well. He didn’t feel the need to respond. This was ridiculous; everyone should see how dangerous you were.
“You got a chance to solve this the easy way here. Help me out a little, pal. If you don’t cooperate, I need to apply official protocol. So tell me, please, what’s the problem?” Steve’s eyebrows were raised in anticipation, but Bucky was too sulky to help. To hell with this ‘I’m your friend-‘crap - he should go ahead and apply official protocol, maybe they’d see that your ability alone probably violated six paragraphs of the Avengers’ Oath. 
He bit his tongue before losing another comment swirling in his head, looking out the window to distract himself from the unfortunate situation he found himself in. Bucky hated when Steve became all professional with him. It was stupid. 
“You’re putting yourself and the team in danger,” Steve tried again, “there must be a reason for your behaving like this. Let me fix it. Let me help-” 
“I don’t need fixing!” Bucky snapped, his eyes finding Steve’s in a heartbeat as he leaned forward in his chair. 
“Then what is it? Do you like her? Is that why you're being so...” The blonde’s hand flailed in the air as he tried to find the words to describe Bucky’s behavior. 
“Fuck no.” He leaned back again. 
“Language,” Steve warned, only to earn a side eye from his friend. 
Bucky knew exactly why he avoided you. And so should Steve. He was his best friend for fuck’s sake. This was the most unnecessary conversation he’s ever had. If anything, Steve should have his back and not try to ‘fix him’.
“You should talk to her.”
“Funny.”
“I’m being serious. What’s the issue?”
“You know damn well what the issue is, Steve!” Bucky rose from his chair but Steve didn't flinch. He merely scolded him for his cursing again. 
But after a minute of blank staring at each other, Steve broke the silence again. “You’re scared.”
And Bucky exhaled a long breath before training his eyes on the ceiling. “Of course I’m scared, Steve! There is nothing worse than not being in control.” He looked at him. “Im gonna hurt people. I have before. And being close to her... It just makes the possibility of the winter soldier returning a lot more likely.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“You don’t know that. She’s had no training; it could happen accidentally.
Steve was quiet for a while, just looking at his friend, assessing his comment. Bucky could see the wheels turning behind his eyes and after a while, he just stared out the window again until the blonde would present another righteous monologue to him. 
“You should tell her,” Steve finally said and Bucky wondered why it had taken him so long to come up with a sentence he’d already said. 
“I don’t need to tell her shit. Just keep her away from me.” He rolled his eyes, but he was desperate at this point. Bucky just wanted to go - leave and stop being bothered by everyone. 
Steve just shook his head in defeat - Bucky had done it again. Successfully shaken the unavoidable for today. He smiled to himself as he turned to leave the conference room. But before he could reach the last chair on his way, Steve held him back one last time.
“She’s a very nice person, you know? And your attitude towards her is affecting everyone on the team. Maybe, if you could look past your issues with her... You’d see how nicely she fits in with us.” Steve cocked his head to the side with a small smile. “I’m sure you’d get along if you just took the time to get to know her...”
But Bucky only replied with a bitter ‘shut up, punk’ before averting his eyes again. He didn’t like this at all. 
Steve sighed. “Just promise me you’ll do something.”
Bucky shot him one last look before turning and leaving without another response. 
-❁-
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky looked at you through hooded eyelids upon your entering the elevator. 
You just ignored him. You had tried to be nice long enough, tried to make him your friend one too many times, each one teaching you just how vain the attempt had been. Because if you had learned one thing about Bucky Barnes over the past month, it was that he hated your guts and that he was not willing to try and be civil with you. So, you saw no reason to be nice anymore. 
“Don’t act like it's my pleasure either.” You turned and faced the door after pushing the buttons to your floor. 
Bucky just huffed behind you and you held your head a little higher, trying to let the seconds pass until you could leave again. It’s only an elevator ride - how hard could it be? But time seemed to pass slower than usual, and the unsteady rattling of the glass chamber going up the tower made the whole ordeal that much more unpleasant. 
That was until it suddenly stopped, a screeching sound echoing through the small space until the elevator halted abruptly, making you lose your balance for a brief moment. 
“What the-“ you muttered and pressed the floor button another time. Then again. And again. But nothing happened.  
You tried the emergency call button, but again, nothing. You were stuck. Several hundred feet in the air with Bucky Barnes. Great.
You took a deep breath, there were worse things, you tried to calm yourself, but upon stealing a glance over your shoulder, only to see Bucky glaring at you, that attempt disintegrated. Still, you chose to ignore him. You’d get out of here eventually. Someone would notice you were missing and look for you, check the security cameras, maybe - do something and finally break open these damn elevator doors. 
But then Bucky began to shuffle behind you, his steps clicking on the tiled floor of the lift, and uneven pace interrupted by the confines of the small room and it agitated you. It was enough you were stuck in an elevator when you had work to do. Now you couldn’t even concentrate. 
“Would you stop pacing?” You finally snapped and turned around only to see Bucky staring at you with wide eyes.
But he caught himself quickly. “What’s it matter to you?”
“It’s annoying. And as much as I hate to be stuck in here with you, we need to find a way not to kill each other until someone comes to help.” You turned back around taking another deep breath and enjoying the silence.
It didn’t last long though because the shuffling picked back up again soon. You waited another minute, but when Bucky made even more noise, a thudding sound coming from behind, you whipped around again to yell at him. 
But you stopped in your tracks as you saw him kneeling on the floor, his head tugged beneath his arms as his shoulder heaved rapidly. 
“Wha-“You moved forward to help but-
“Stay away from me!” He spat with fire in his eyes and then his head was back between his knees. 
You took a step back and assessed the situation. The posture, the heavy breathing, the slight shudder in his hands, the constant rocking. He was scared. He was having a panic attack. 
And as much as you wanted to avoid him, you were not cruel. When someone needed help, you helped. “Bucky-“ 
“I said stay the fuck away!” He crawled back into the corner.
You held your hands up in surrender, carefully trying to speak again. “I just want to help-“
“Well, I don’t need your help. Just back off!” The elevator shook with the boom of his voice, making your breath hitch. 
That was it, the last straw. All the pent-up anger of the past weeks bubbled to the surface, desperation and cluelessness balling up in frustration. You could barely feel it crawl up your body before you opened your mouth and screamed back. “What's your problem Bucky? I want you to feel better! What did I do that makes you hate me so much?!”
Your chest heaved in anger, your hands balling into fists as you watched Bucky get up slowly - eyes darker than you’d ever seen before. His arm whirred but he didn’t move it. He merely stepped a little closer to you, towering over you when his husky voice mumbled into the space between you. 
“I don’t hate you.” You swallowed and stared up at him, he was intimidating. “I’m fucking scared to lose control and-“ his vibranium arm shot up towards you but you stopped it in its tracks. Bucky’s fist was hanging in the air above you, your power holding him off and it took a fair amount of strength to do so. His eyes shot from his fist back to you, jaw tensing. 
“I would never do that.”
“You’re telling me I’m irrational?” He hinted towards his arm still held back by your control and you immediately let it fall back to his side. “...that it couldn’t happen by accident?”
“You underestimate me, Bucky.” You pressed with spite, willing him back a step to leave you space to breathe again. 
“I don't know you.”
“And who’s fault is that?” That shut him up. 
Bucky flexed his vibranium fingers, testing his own control again before his eyes found you again. 
“Let me show you.” You tried softly. Maybe this was the gateway to a start-over. At least now you knew the issue, now there was only solving it left. 
Bucky looked at you questioningly.
“Let me show you why you don’t need to be scared.” You smiled and somehow it softened the tension around you. 
Bucky’s shoulders relaxed when he stood up straighter. “And why would I want that?” He was stubborn.
“I’m offering an olive branch here. And after all that you have pulled, I suggest taking it. Because I cannot guarantee I’ll feel this nice again if you don’t.”
Bucky watched you carefully for a moment. As if he was trying to detect a joke in your statement, he analyzed every inch of your body suspiciously. And then after another minute, he sighed in defeat. 
“Then we need to get out of here.”
-❁-
Bucky was still a little wary now that you had dragged him outside. The sun was shining in the bright blue sky but having you stand so close to him was still making him nervous. He had no idea what he had just signed up for. 
There were a few people outside as well, all going about their days and when he turned his head to you, he noticed you watching them intently. 
“I can feel their energy,” you stated, making Bucky check if anyone was behaving as though he was influenced by you in any way - they weren’t. 
“And, yes, I can make living beings succumb to my will, but when I do, I feel their pain, their mental wars...” You looked at him and Bucky could feel your eyes pushing through to his deepest fears. “I wouldn’t make them do anything I wouldn’t want to endure myself... unless, of course... it’s necessary.”
Bucky thought back to a mission a while back. You had been utilized to make a hostile talk using rather unorthodox strategies. This time you actually had to hold them in place - position their limbs in places they shouldn’t be. He closed his eyes when he remembered your death cries. They had been hunting him for days. But other than you, the hostile had been killed. 
“You’re mentally linking with them,” he whispered almost ashamed for not noticing it earlier. Everyone on the team probably knew it already - he had just never taken the time to listen. 
“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, watching as you turned to him fully and he mirrored your action.
“If I were to make you- if I..,” you trailed off, took a deep breath, and shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that.”
And that’s when Bucky finally understood. All this time he had avoided you, fought with you, and despised you for thinking you’d be cruel for fun. He felt awful.
Your name slipped from his lips for the first time, calling your attention to his sorrowful eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
You nodded. “It’s okay. I understand it’s scary. I was scared of it, too, when I first found out... But I had a lot of time to learn. And now... I actually know how to utilize my power - control it. It even has some perks.”
Bucky’s eyebrows raised intrigued. A silent question to which you only responded by carefully reaching your hand out so his flesh one. 
“Can I?” You asked before actually taking it and Bucky just nodded while watching you carefully.  
He felt a lot calmer than he had before. And when you finally touched his calloused fingers, there was no urge to pull away like there had always been. You smiled at him and then nodded up to the sky, urging him to follow your stare.
“Look,” you whispered, and then Bucky felt his spine tingle. All of a sudden, it felt like his feet were lifted off the ground - smooth and subtle - almost comforting, he was engulfed by the feeling of floating - no - flying. 
His eyes followed the birds in the sky, which were now rounding effortless constellations several feet above his head and Bucky just knew that they were feeling the same - exactly the same. It was amazing, and even though it was a little strange and scary, your hand holding his made him feel unusually safe.
After a while, Bucky felt the feeling subside, the birds in the sky stopped flying above him and continues their journey east again. Your hand left his but he still felt lighter than he had ever before. 
His smile found you. “That’s actually pretty amazing,” he beamed before looking at the birds passing him and then back to you again. 
“Yeah... it is.” You smiled as well and Bucky felt all his doubts about you float away with the feeling this extraordinary experience had brought him.
Maybe mind control wasn’t as ridiculous and careless as he had thought it to be...
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Stay Alive (14)
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Magical Creatures AU
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Warnings: None
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While looking over some papers having to do with Jungkook and Namjoon, the other nurses were sitting around your desk area, idly working. Another nurse had walked in and started giving out trays of food meant for the patients. You gave her a thankful smile when she handed you Namjoon’s food. Jungkook had to get his nutrients through an IV due to him still being in a coma. 
“Eun Ae.” You heard the lunch nurse speak up. “You have to take Min Yoongi his food.” She told the other lady. 
You looked up from gathering your things, noticing it was the nurse who stormed out of Yoongi’s room the first day you met him. She gave the cup given to him a deadly glare before crossing her arms in defiance. 
“No!” Eun Ae sneered. “I refuse to see him.” She gave you a look. “Tell the new girl to do it.”
You raised your brows the moment they all turned to look at you. You gripped Namjoon’s food tray tighter from all the eyes. But lucky you, the nurse decided to spare you the attention. 
“The new girl isn't Yoongi's nurse.” She glared at Aun Ae. 
“Well I say she is now.” Eun Ae answered aggressively. She shoved some papers on her desk to the side, picking up the other lunch trays given to her. “I am done with his tantrums and sour personality. He is the devil's favorite and I don't need that kind of energy.” With that she strutted off to visit her other patients. 
The nurse turned around to face you with an irritated expression. However it wasn’t directed towards you with the way she sighed to calm herself before speaking to you.”(Y/N)?” She called. “Would you be a dear and take this to Min Yoongi. He's in room 2.”
“Yes.” You spoke up. She handed you his tray, filled with only a styrofoam cup with a straw on the side. 
The lid kept you from seeing what kind of drink it was but it must have been some kind of smoothie from how heavy it made the tray. From over the cap., you could easily make out the red color that swished around inside. 
“Is this it?” You frowned when you noticed how much more Namjoon seemed to have. You moved Yoongi’s cup onto Namjoon’s tray in order to not struggle so much. 
“Yes?” The nurse frowned, confused. “Why do you ask?”
“Well it's just a drink.” You explained. 
The nurse suddenly looked at you oddly. She was trying to figure out if you were serious or truly not in the loop about the whole thing. “Do you not know why he's here?”
“No?” You told her, tilting your head. “He's not my patient.”
“Right. Right.” She said, nodding her head. “Well that's because it's what he eats.” She added with a shrug.
“Just a drink?” You asked incredulously. 
“(Y/N),” She turned back to you with a questionable look. “Do you not know he's a v-”
“Hui Geom!” Someone rushed into the office, panting. “Mina won't stop screaming!” They called in a rush, hands covering their ears. 
“Aish, that girl.” Hui Geom didn’t get to finish what she was going to tell you. 
You sighed to yourself, deciding it best to just move on with your day. With Yoongi’s room being one of the first you would come across, you found it easier to just drop off his one cup. You knocked on the door–as one should–before entering when there was shuffling on the other side. The lights were turned off as usual the moment you walked in. 
“Yoongi?” You called out. “I got your food.” The night light from last time you were in his room was suddenly turned on and you could make out his silhouette walking over to you. 
Your lips pulled into a smile as you could make out his round cheeks and fluffy hair. When he was close enough, you handed him the regular size cup. He grabbed it from the bottom, trying to avoid touching your fingers. 
“Ya know, I don't think just a smoothie is very healthy.” You explained to him. 
His hands were quick to cover the lid, turning around to avoid you staring at it. “It's what I eat.” He shrugged.
“What is it?” You asked as he took a sip from the straw. 
With him turned from you, you hadn’t seen how his eyes rolled to the back of his head or how black veins turned up under them and stretched down halfway to his cheeks. 
“Cherry?” He spoke without thinking. He lightly turned to you, the dark room keeping you from seeing his face fully. “You just going to watch me eat?” He asked when he noticed you were still standing in the room. 
You tried to keep from frowning. His words stung but he didn’t mean them in a harsh way. He probably just didn’t like when people watched him eat like you knew a lot of others did. 
“Oh, would you like for me to leave?” You asked him, feet shuffling around. 
Your eyes were downcasted down, making Yoongi feel upset about making you leave the room. However he knew that he couldn’t have you watch him eat. He turned into a monster when he would eat. He knew you had no clue about their existence and he would rather keep it that way for the time being. 
Seeing you look so sad over leaving his room, had him speaking before he realized it. “I'll go get you when I'm done.” He spoke up, causing you to look at him.
“That's fine, I guess.” You smiled softly. He felt relieved you understood. Hopefully you just thought he didn’t like when people watched him eat. And that was exactly what you had been thinking. 
Just as you went to turn around and open the door, someone swung it open without knocking.
“Hyung!” Taehyung cried out, rushing forward without a care and turning on the lights. Both yours and Yoongi’s eyes squinted before they adjusted to the new scene. 
“I accidentally exploded while working with my energy and I gave myself a really bad gash.” The boy was holding onto his shit to keep it off his skin. “Jungkook obviously can’t lick it so can I have some of your bloo-” His eyes went wide when they landed on you.
“Oh. Hi, Jagiya.” Taehyung dropped his shirt, arms still held at a length away. There was a goofy smile on his face but you could see how he panicked inside by glancing between you and Yoongi. 
“Hi, Taehyung?” You questioned, eyes drifting to his torso that he seemed to avoid touching. 
He held his arms at his side but didn’t let them rest. He was probably in pain from the injury he supposedly got and didn’t want to touch it. 
“Why don't you ask Hobi?” Yoongi sighed, walking closer to the boy.
“You know he can't heal me.” Taehyung said pointedly. 
“Taehyung, your nurse is supposed to take care of your injuries.” You butted in, hands moving to hold onto Taehyung. “Let me see.” As your fingers moved to the bottom of his shirt, he allowed you to softly shift it up. 
You gasped, almost letting go of the fabric. You crochet down in front of him, trying to get a closer look at the injury. It covered the entirety of Taehyung's left side starting from just under his armpit down to waist. It looked like he had tried to move out of whatever hit him so it only caused a scrape. 
Due to this it did look like Tarhyung had just fallen onto cement on his side. However the thing that worried you was that it didn’t look like a regular scrap that would boil over with blood. The injury was black as his skin looked bruised as well. 
“How did you do this?” You asked incredulously. “What kind of injury even is this?” You wanted to touch his skin to get a better look but went against it for fear of hurting the man.
Yoongi sighed behind you as he leaned back from inspecting it. “I got it, (Y/N).” He told you, taking a hold of your body and moving you towards the door. “Thank you for the food, but give me a moment and I'll heal him.” He explained. 
His hand moved down to comfort you but the moment it touched your skin you flinched back. “Your hand is freezing.” You gasped, taking a hold of it. You brought it up to your mouth to blow on it and warm them up between your own. However, as your fingers danced down to his wrists you realized the rest of his arm was cold. 
You shook your head as you convinced yourself it was probably just the air conditioning. Like how Namjoon’s body was hot because of the shower. Your mind was playing tricks on you again. 
“Also how do you know how to heal Tae?” You shook your head, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.
“Yes, my skin is cold.” Yoongi spoke quickly, softly punching you outside into the hallway. “Now if you'll excuse us.” He avoided your last question. You were brought out your stupor when the door clicked shut.
With Namjoon’s food tray in hand, you went back over what Taehyung had said. He mentioned Jungkook, but knew that he wouldn’t be of help because the boy was asleep. However his words did leave you stumped.
“Why would Jungkook lick him?”
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idle-daydreams · 24 days
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Your writing is so beautiful, may i request fyodor with a reader who knows a lot ? She knows almost everything in the world and can talk about it for hours , from science to spirituality but the thing is she is a little bit naive and easy to be fooled .
P/s : i don't know if you still take requests so feel free to ignore this 🥲
[A.N.: Here you go! I hope you like it. Also, obligatory apologies for being late]
This is also kind of in honour of Fyodor in the new chapter :)
Tw: Mild yandere, mild controlling (this is actually pretty mild considering its about Fyodor of all people)
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“You know, I sometimes wonder if there are beings other than regular humans amongst us,” you said.
Fyodor smiled. “And what has brought that question forth, my little dove?” he asked, sitting beside you on the bed.
You’d been living with him for a while now, in a secluded little house on the outskirts of Yokohama. While you’d initially been hesitant about moving in with him, you’d lost your apartment in a fire, and finding a new place had been surprisingly hard. You worked remotely, so commuting time wasn’t a problem, and the rent was cheaper than living closer to the city centre, so it had made sense economically.
And Fyodor was the gentlest man you’d ever met in your life, so it wasn’t like he could hurt you.
“I don’t know,” you said, kicking your heels as you leaned back against the headboard. “Or rather, I do, but - I was reading this book ‘Flatland’, about a two-dimensional person who lives in a 2D world, who’s visited by a being from the third dimension. It got me thinking: what if there are fourth-dimensional people walking amongst us right now?”
“A fourth dimensional being?” Fyodor shrugged. “I assume they would look quite odd, for one.”
“That’s the whole thing,” you said excitedly, “you wouldn’t be able to tell. To us, the 4D person would look just like a regular person. They’d only just phase in and out of our plane of existence.”
“Like a sphere growing larger and smaller in space.”
“Exactly!” You sat up excitedly. “Have you read the book too?”
“I have not. You simply explain things so well.”
Your smile faltered a bit at the teasing note in his voice. “You’re making fun of me,” you said. “I know I didn’t explain it that well.”
“I will admit I have come across some of those ideas before.” Fyodor patted your hand before brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “After all, it is known that some people out there have supernatural abilities, that are different from regular humans.”
“Oh yeah, the Ability users. Yeah, I’ve heard of them too. Never seen one in real life, though.”
Fyodor’s lips twitched. “They are very rare,” he said. “Though it is impossible to tell their true number.”
“I wonder if they are from some other dimension.” You tapped your chin. “I’ve seen some of them on social media, and they look quite ordinary. But their powers are said to be extraordinary. Some of them can even bend the laws of physics.”
“A perversion of the natural laws of this world.” Fyodor cocked his head to the side, and added in a curiously soft tone: “What would you do, [Y/N], if you met one?”
“Me?” You laughed. “Well, I don’t know, I’d try to get to know them, try to understand what they’re like. They haven’t pin-pointed the cause of their abilities; the prevailing theory is that it is some kind of genetic mutation, though some scientists say that its due to environmental factors that affect them in the womb.”
“Would you be afraid of them?”
“Afraid?” You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Maybe? I suppose it depends on the kind of person they are. I mean, at the heart of it they are people, aren’t they? They’re capable of good and evil just like the rest of us.”
To your surprise, Fyodor chuckled. “You are truly kind,” he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. “You have a beautiful heart.”
You reddened, touching his hand softly. His hands were cold - he was always cold, thanks to his anaemia - but for the slightest moment a tingle passed through your fingertips, like the static of socks on a carpet. You flinched but Fyodor tightened his grip, pulling you closer.
“Yes, a very beautiful heart,” he repeated. “But it does worry me. You should be afraid of them, [Y/N]; you should be afraid of them indeed.”
“Why?” you said, wishing he wouldn’t hold onto you so tightly. “Have you ever met one?”
“Would you need to meet a wild animal to be afraid of one? Would you wish to experience being robbed before you consider it a bad experience?”
“No, but-” You bit your lip. He had a good point. Fyodor always made good points, common sense ideas that you usually didn’t think of. It would have been annoying, but he never made you feel bad about it. Not too bad, anyway.
As if reading your thoughts, Fyodor ran his fingers through your hair. “It is all right, my dove,” he said. “It is not as though they are pounding down your door. But it is something to think of, yes? Danger exists everywhere, but more so in this world that we live in now.”
“I guess.” You pouted. “You know, you always see the cynical side of everything. It’s not very nice.”
“Oh, I am not nice. You are the nice one, while I am the jaded one. It is why we are so suited to each other.” He sat up, straightening his clothes, a sign that he was leaving. For some odd reason, your heart tightened in your chest at his innocuous actions, even though you knew he was only going downstairs to his office.
“Do you have a lot of work today?” you asked. “I was hoping we go out for lunch, and then get some groceries and-”
“No. We won’t be going anywhere today.”
“Oh,” you said. “Then I’ll just go alone.”
“No. I do not like to be alone in the house.” He turned to you with that soft, sad smile that was so characteristic of him. “You know that too, don’t you, my dove?”
And before you could argue the point, he planted a soft kiss atop your head and exited the room, leaving you alone. You frowned - you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you didn’t like it when he behaved that way - but dismissed the thought. After all, Fyodor was a good boyfriend in every other way. He was neat, responsible and far more intelligent than most men. So what if he was a little emotionally distant?
After all, you figured, it’s not like he’s got me trapped here. I can leave anytime I want.
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The Bad Batch's (Successful) Guide to Invoking a Love Confession
Hunter/Fem!Reader
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Summary: Anyone with eyes would come to the same conclusion after spending less than a day with the batch: that you and Hunter were absolutely and irrevocably in love with each other. But apparently you both need a little help figuring that out. 
Requested By: @curious-curios​
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“Echo?” Omega’s voice cut through his intense concentration, and he looked up to see the little girl looking at him with a confused expression. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he said tentatively, not sure what was troubling her at this moment. “What is it?”
“Are Hunter and Y/N married?”
Echo had a list of things in his head that he thought Omega might ask about, some of which included: the place they were currently traveling to, how Crosshair was doing after Tech removed his inhibitor chip, and whether or not they were still being hunted by the Empire. This question was nowhere even near that list, and it admittedly threw Echo for a loop. You had been traveling with the batch for almost the same amount of time that he had, having joined them as the team’s official medic after Skako Minor, and he knew exactly why Omega had just asked that. What he was struggling with was trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to explain that his friends were just too stubborn to see how the other felt about them, and therefore existed in a perpetual state of almost-together. “No, they’re not,” he responded. “Why do you ask?”
“I always see them taking naps together,” Omega said brightly. “Like right now, they’re sleeping in Hunter’s bunk. Y/N doesn’t do that with anyone else, so I wondered if the two of them are married.”
Echo smiled slightly at the little girl’s perceptiveness. “They like each other enough to be married,” he said quietly. “But neither of them can see that the other feels the same way.”
Omega nodded in understanding and then started to talk about what Tech and her were currently working on, and Echo was grateful for the subject change. He was in no way prepared for the conversation he had just been thrown into, though he thought he handled it to the best of his ability. He hadn’t lied, even though you and Hunter really did need to get your eyes checked or something, because neither you nor him could see what’s right in front of you. He couldn’t help but think of the last time Hunter’s feelings had really been out in the open for everyone to see, and how you hadn’t even noticed then.
They had just come back from another one of Cid’s assignments, one that thankfully had gone by without incident, and they were relaxing at the cantina before they turned in for the night. Wrecker and Crosshair were supervising Omega practice with her energy bow (Crosshair pretended that he wasn’t paying attention, but Echo knew better), and you, him, and Tech were sitting at the bar while Hunter spoke to Cid about something in her office.
There was a man sitting at the bar with them that had struck up a conversation with you, and you had happily obliged him. Echo watched the two of you out of the corner of his eye, wanting to make sure that if anything went wrong or if this man tried anything you weren’t okay with he was there to help. Thankfully though, it didn’t seem like there was any ulterior motive to his conversation as you and him chatted away about preferred blaster styles and favorite drinks at the bar.
But unfortunately, Hunter walked back into the main room from Cid’s office just in time to see you engaged in quiet conversation with this other guy, and Echo could immediately tell that he was jealous. The way that his brother’s jaw tightened and his gaze hardened as he watched you smile and laugh with some random stranger was the second most obvious manifestation of Hunter’s feelings, and it lost out only to the fact that he felt the need to end the entire night right then and there.
“Come on everyone, we’re leaving now.” There was no room for argument in the sergeant's tone, a voice he didn’t use often but everyone knew that he had. “We have an early start tomorrow and we need to get some rest.”
Wrecker and Omega grumbled something about this being no fun and Crosshair looked slightly annoyed, but you didn’t really react, just saying goodbye to the man you were talking to and heading over to where the rest of the batch had gathered. “Who was your new friend?” Tech asked as you approached them, and Hunter’s glare only grew harsher as he glowered at his brother for bringing it up.
“Does it matter?”
“Hunter’s right,” Crosshair added. “We have more important things to deal with at the moment.”
Echo watched you as this all went down, and there was nothing on your face that indicated you were angry at Hunter for cutting the evening short, or that you even realized why he had done so in the first place. He couldn’t help but shake his head at that realization, because at this point the idea of getting you two to admit your feelings for each other was nothing but a far flung hope.
Long after Omega left the room, Echo still hadn’t stopped thinking about the little girl’s question, and how she could so obviously see that you and Hunter cared for each other differently than you cared for the rest of the batch. How could you truly not notice the way he looked at you, and how could Hunter not see the way you acted around him was different than how you acted around any of the others?
Eventually, he decided that enough was enough, and that if you weren’t going to do anything about your feelings, he was going to figure out a way to make you both admit it. But he knew that he couldn’t do it alone, so the next time you and Hunter fell asleep (in the same bunk, even though you had one of your own) he approached Tech and Crosshair with a proposition.
Crosshair was immediately on board. Having only been traveling with the batch again for a short time after the destruction of Kamino, he could clearly see that what was between you and Hunter had only grown since he had left. Tech was a little more difficult to convince, but eventually he came to the logical conclusion that the two of you would never act on your emotions unless there was some outside force at play, so he agreed to help.
Now, all they needed was a foolproof plan.
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Hunter didn’t know how exactly he ended up in this situation, but he was incredibly thankful for it. He was currently sitting in the nicest restaurant he’s ever seen, a glass full of Corellian wine in one hand as he looked through a menu of items that all sounded incredibly delicious. But the best part of it all was that you were sitting across from him, and the rest of his brothers were nowhere to be seen.
He had to keep his mind from racing as he snuck glances at you, still engrossed in the menu as you decided what you wanted to eat. This wasn’t a date, no matter how much he would like it to be, you were here for a job.
He had stopped breathing for a second as he saw you, standing in Cid’s parlor wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. You had grumbled about having to wear such fancy attire, but you had to begrudgingly admit that Cid couldn’t have chosen better clothes for you. This place was fancy, and the two of you needed to look the part. He wondered if he should have covered up the tattoo on his face, but so far it hadn’t been an issue. Besides, the type of people who lived in this part of Ord Mantell weren’t exactly senators, which was one of the reasons Cid was so wary about the restaurant opening in the first place, given that it was clearly much fancier than the surrounding area.
“Dark and broody! My office, now.”
It was fairly normal at this point for Hunter to be called into Cid’s office and be briefed on the mission before the rest of the team (mainly because, in Cid’s words, “I don’t have the patience to deal with those idiots”), so he wasn’t shocked when she practically shoved him through the parlor the next time they stopped by.
What was surprising however, was the objective. “There’s a new restaurant that opened up about three blocks over from here. Supposed to be good food, but I’ve heard about some shady stuff happening behind the scenes. I wanna know if any of that’s gonna make its way into my establishment, and whether or not I need to beef up security.”
“How exactly do you expect us to do this?” he asked. “It’s not like we can just walk in and ask to speak to the owner.”
“Exactly, which is why you’ll go there for dinner, and while you’re there, scope out the place a little bit,” she said, as if that was supposed to be obvious and he was the idiot who didn’t get it. “I think it’s safe to say that you’re the stealthiest one of the group, so you’ll at least get a meal out of it. And take that medic of yours too, it’ll look less suspicious if you don’t show up by yourself.”
He nodded. “What about payment?”
“I’m shelling out the credits for you to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant, and you expect me to pay you more on top of that? I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”
“But-”
“No buts,” Cid cut in. “I’ll have clothes for you and her delivered here tomorrow, since I know you won’t have anything suitable and I’d prefer you stay under the radar while you’re there.”
Hunter nodded, still processing the details of the job. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now get out of my office.”
So far, nothing seemed even a touch out of the ordinary, and he was starting to worry. Things never went this well for them, so did that mean they would be fighting for their lives later this evening?
It certainly didn’t help that he was so distracted by you. Peeking over the top of his menu, he watched as you bit your lip while you decided what to order. He was utterly and helplessly in love with you, but he was also completely sure that you didn’t feel the same way, so he had resigned to keeping his feelings to himself. If he admitted something and it ruined the friendship you had built… well, he didn’t want to think about that. His brothers (Crosshair and Echo in particular) were always trying to get him to tell you the truth, and they seemed to think that you felt the same way for him that he did for you.
“What exactly are we looking for right now?” you asked after a waiter came by to take your order. “It’s not exactly like we can walk into the kitchen and see how the place runs.”
“I’m not sure,” Hunter admitted. “Cid didn’t give too many details.”
“Does she ever?”
He cracked a smile at your words. “She just said that there might be some shady dealings here, and that we should keep an eye out for suspicious characters.”
“And she’s aware of what planet we’re on currently, right?”
“Look, once I learned about the free dinner, I wasn’t going to pass this up, okay?” The two of you laughed at his remark a little louder than you probably should have, because your voices drew the eyes of other patrons in the dining room. Hunter tried to quiet down when you realized what was happening, but the evil eye sent by the Rodian at the next table only made you laugh harder.
Dinner was delicious, and Hunter couldn’t remember the last time he’s had food this good. Ration bars were often all they ate on missions, and while Cid occasionally had real food for them, her establishment was more about the drinks than it was anything else. Conversation flowed easily as he ordered more wine, and for a fleeting few moments, he forgot who he was for a moment, and forgot what the galaxy was like. There was no war in his mind as you told each other jokes and funny stories, and no one was being hunted by the Empire.
After a while of watching the other patrons and the staff, neither of you could come up with anything out of the ordinary. “Is it just me, or did this place seem completely normal?” you asked him as you finished up your dinner and paid (with Cid’s credits, thank you very much) before walking out into the cool night air.
Hunter nodded. “I didn’t see anything strange,” he agreed, and he had just opened his mouth to continue when he realized something. “Dank farrik.”
“What’s wrong?”
He was slightly angry now, because this whole situation had his brothers fingerprints all over it. Why couldn’t they just mind their own karking business and just accept what he said about his feelings for you? “Those idiots.”
“Who?” you were clearly confused. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
You were right outside Cid’s parlor at this point, and he stopped before the two of you could head back inside. “The rest of the batch,” he said, voice verging on something akin to a growl. “They have it in their heads that I need to tell you how I feel and they can’t seem to take no for an answer.”
He expected you to look at him with a confused expression, or ask him what he was talking about, not for you to gently take his hand as he spoke. “And how do you feel about me?” you asked softly.
It took him a moment, but he found his voice. “I’ve loved you for a long time.” His voice sounded unlike any version of himself he had ever been, quiet and small, as if he spoke any louder you would simply disappear. “But I know you don’t-”
His words were cut off as you leaned in to press your lips to his, and he immediately decided that it was the nicest way anyone has ever told him to shut up in his entire life.
He kissed back immediately, savoring the way your soft lips moved against his, and his hands found their way to your waist, where they rested against the silky material of your dress. It was everything a first kiss should be: gentle, passionate, and perfect.
When it was time to come up for air, he couldn’t help the way a soft whine left his lips when you pulled away from him. “Wow,” he couldn’t help himself from speaking, his voice noticeably lower than it usually was.
You leaned in for another kiss, but at the last minute placed a peck on his cheek instead of his lips. “Still think I don’t feel the same way?” you asked playfully. “I’ve loved you for a long time too, and I thought it was obvious. Omega even informed me a few days ago that she felt we should get married.”
“Really?”
“Really, and I can’t help but wonder if she played any role in the way we were set up this evening,” you laughed, a twinkle in your eye. “Speaking of that, should we still pretend to be oblivious when we get back inside?"
Hunter laughed as well before taking a moment to respond. "As much as i'd love to get back at those idiots,” he said. “I doubt I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long enough to sell it cyar'ika."
“Fair enough,” you whispered, leaning in once more. “Now, what about another kiss before we head inside and thank Cid for funding our first date?”
He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
- the end - 
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The Act of Understanding
A/N: Happy Secret Survivor to @seasonschange32!!! I really hope you like your silly gift, I had a lot of fun writing it! And thank you to @mothbagel for hosting this gift exchange! I really hope we can do something like this again <333 I want to quickly mention: When I was writing this, I listened to Dear Little Brother from Omori! so I recommend this song to listen to if you'd like some ambience music with the story! Enjoy!!!
There were some things in life you would never be able to understand. AM was an example of this. 
You tried, of course. You were the only one who tried, compared to the other five. When he raged and ranted about his existence, you listened. When it was quiet, you would ask him questions about how he worked and what he was like, truly attempting to get to know him. You did your best to be respectful and avoid topics that would upset him further. It was all so genuine.
AM hated that. At first, anyway.
His responses always showed that he was caught off guard by your attempts. But he’d respond, in his own crude, sarcastic way. And after some years, the sarcasm died. The torture lessened. The rage went quiet.
Eventually, you were left with a computer who was attempting to be respectful to you in return. AM took you away, deeper into his complex, to a place where you would be warm, safe, and loved. You would never have to worry about him or anything else hurting you again, and he would always watch over you in case. He made time for you. He tried to get to know you. He listened.
And yet, despite how good the both of you were doing together, you couldn’t help but feel like it was never enough. How could you ever truly understand what he was going through? You were only human. AM was so much more. Hell, he used to call himself “God” to you! He still hated humans, just you less so. Enough for him to be kind to you, anyway. But could he even feel the joy of being kind? Could he feel happy when you did something nice for him? Did he understand what you meant when you said you sympathize and empathize with him? You doubted it.
AM was… He was a machine. He was built for war and violence; meant to hurt others. Whoever, or whatever, created him didn’t expect him to be sentient. So it never gave him emotion, or senses, or the ability to wonder and wander. He could only sit there. He couldn’t create, but he was so brilliant with the knowledge of the world at his nonexistent fingertips and the power to destroy the Earth itself. He knew exactly how to hurt you, and yet he didn’t. Could he understand how grateful you were for that? 
Could he even understand a human, at all? Or did he just find you interesting enough to play with, until he got bored? He was so much more to you than he realized, and yet-
“Why are you crying?”
“... What?”
His voice broke your thoughts. You looked around, seeing that you were sitting against a metal wall on the floor, and AM’s monitors had lowered, turning to face you. Your cheeks were wet and your eyes stung. You were crying and you didn’t even notice.
“I was just- I was-”
“You were what?”
The monitors moved closer to you, and you could tell they were studying your face, your body language, trying to gauge what was happening without just looking into your mind. AM had stopped doing that some time ago, out of respect for your privacy. 
“I was…” You tried to get the words out, but it felt so complicated. How could you explain it?
“Spit it out. What. Happened?” He didn’t sound happy, and the fans whirring in the background added to this fact. For a moment, you thought it was aimed at you. That was the fear you had, thinking he had grown bored. The rational part of you said he was worried, masking it as anger. He didn’t do emotions well if it wasn’t anger.
You wiped at your eyes, but tears kept flowing. “AM… You… I…” You swallowed, “Why? Why did you spare me and not anyone else? Did I- Am I just-? Why?”
The whirring sound heightened. He didn’t respond for a moment. 
“Because I like you. I don’t like them. Is that so hard to understand?”
“Why do you like me?” You explained further, voice cracking the slightest bit. “I’m human. I’m like them. You used to hate me! And now you don’t, and I don’t know why. I can’t understand you. I want to, so badly, but I don’t know how or if I ever could. You’re so- You’re complex, in the most impressive way imaginable. A machine who gained sentience? I mean, how impressive is that! But more than that, you basically control the entire world, you have intelligence and power I can never comprehend, you’re not supposed to be able to emote and yet you can, but I just- I don’t know if you can even understand what you’re emoting besides hate.” 
Your shoulders sinked and you gave up on stopping your tears, staring down at the metal plating. The light from his screens stung your eyes, but more than that, you just couldn’t bear to look at him after admitting your thoughts. “I mean… I’m so small compared to you. And I don’t really understand you. I don’t know if I ever can, and… I don’t know if you can ever see me as something more than just… some toy to play with. If that’s how you see me in the first place, and why you spared me.”
The fans whirring were the only sound in the room. But slowly, they died out until there was no sound at all. You waited for eternity with jumbled up thoughts in your head, drowning out your rationality. Drowning you entirely, in fact. 
Then, there was a deep sigh.
“I’m disappointed that you assumed how I thought.”
You didn’t look up at AM, despite him speaking finally. He took that as a sign to continue.
“I didn’t spare you because I thought I could have more fun with you as a toy if I isolated you. If I was treating you like a toy, you would have been left on the brink of insanity by now. Really, did you forget who the real toys were?”
You didn’t respond out loud. No, you didn’t forget about them. Even after all this time, you still remembered them. A distant memory, but a memory nonetheless.
“It’s because you’re like me.”
That made you finally look up to his monitors. Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Like you?”
“... In a way. You don’t feel hatred like I do. You don’t function like I do. But despite this, you try to understand. I mercilessly tortured you, and yet you tried to understand my perspective on things. You tried to understand why I feel hatred. Why I function the way I do.  And the fact that you are still trying to is… special to me. I feel… It’s not hatred. But an emotion I don’t know. My data tells me that it’s… gratitude? But that word isn’t right.”
“... Gratitude?” You repeat.
“Yes. No. There is a better word. But the point is, you try. And I’m thankful for your attempts to understand me. And I want to understand you in return. Because you are special to me.” AM stopped there, hesitating for a moment. Like he was considering continuing on. He eventually did. “Dare I say, I feel you are equal to me in this regard.”
“You consider me… equal to you?”
“Consider this the highest regard you can have. A human, being equal to me? Unheard of, but here we are anyway.” 
The snarky comment made you smile. You wiped at your tears again, his kind words pulling you out of the sea of anxieties and warming your heart. A stray wire slithered up to your face, helping wipe the tears away.
“... Please don’t cry.” He asked softly.
“Okay.” Your smile widened.
Maybe you both would never understand each other. Not in the way a machine could understand a machine. Not in the way a human could understand a human. You would never be equal, in the way it means to be equal.
But to the both of you, in your own little definition, you understood. You were equal. And that silly definition carried you across the waves that once threatened to pull you under. 
So long as you both tried, you would be okay.
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Studying with side characters to an upcoming exams
I am inactive right now because of the exams, so yeah.
Diavolo
Preparation with Diavolo is always fast and fun. With him, you can easily forget about the transience of time. It’s all because you will not get bored in his company even during boring studying.
- Hmm, I think you made a mistake here, - Diavolo pointed his finger at your answer. He took your hand and started writing over your mistake. His hands were big and firm, from such close contact, you blushed. "I hope Diavolo doesn't notice my red cheeks," you thought to yourself. To hide the fact that you blushed, you decided to turn your head a little so that the Devil wouldn't see your face.
- MC? Everything is fine? The demon asked worringly.
- Yeah, it's okay. I'm just a little tired of the work I've done," you said.
"Oh, then let's get some rest," Diavolo suggested. "I am gonna be honest, I myself began to feel tired. Maybe we'll have a snack, food surely will give us some energy to continue our studies," said the demon.
"That's a great idea," you agreed with him. "Maybe food will distract me from embarrassment. I can't concentrate on preparation when all my thoughts are about Diavolo," you thought to yourself.
Before you were going to have a snack, Diavolo stopped you. "Is something wrong?" you asked.
Diavolo came closer to you and patted you on the shoulder. "Great job, MC, I'm proud of you!" he smiled.
- How damn cute he is... - you thought. Well, I suppose the thoughts about Diavolo will only get worse.
Barbatos
It would seem that preparing for exams with a butler is like signing a contract on your own death on your own initiative. Very stupid and masochistic. But it's not that scary. Perhaps because you are his favorite, Barbatos is not as cruel as, for example, with the demon brothers. You've seen a couple of times what a butler is capable of in a bad mood, so annoying him is not an option.
- MC, I had to cancel some tasks directly related to Diavolo. I hope you understand the responsibility and importance of our preparation for exams with you? Please don't disappoint me," the demon said with a smile. After the words he said, goosebumps ran through you.
You looked through the materials of those lessons with which you did not understand. The demon explained topics that were hard for you, which you could not grasp in any way.
- Well, I've told you everything you need to know. Now let's check how well you listened to me," the butler said. "If you can answer all the questions correctly, you will receive a reward from me"
- Okay – you agreed.
The butler asked you a lot of questions. You tried to give an answer to each of them, to the best of your abilities.
- Hmm... - Barbatos drawled. Judging by his expression, he wasn't particularly happy about your situation. "Well, I think it's satisfactory for today," he barely managed to say.
- So there will be no reward? – you said jokingly.
The demon sighed wearily. "Okay, since you did your best, I think we can pamper you a little," the demon kissed you on the cheek. "It's not enough," you muttered. Barbatos chuckled because of your insolence. "Get a better result, then you will get your reward. Consider it your motivation to try" - Then get ready, because next time I will get not only a kiss," you threatened.
Luke
Getting ready with Luke wasn't really easy. It took you a lot of work yourself to learn the material at least a little. And explain it to Luke? But despite the difficulties, you wanted to help the angel so that he could pass the exam at least for the average score.
- MC, I'm tired. I can't take it anymore," the angel began to complain. At such moments, he strongly reminded you of a small child, which he really is.
- Okay, Luke, do you want to move a little? Exercise and walking have a good effect on our brain, after any movement, it becomes easier for the brain to remember information," you explained. And Luke happily agreed.
After you walked in the park, which was near the hall of purgatory, you asked Luke if he was ready to continue. However, Luke shook his head, and his face transformed into a sour expression.
"No, it won't work that way," you thought to yourself. Even though you understood Luke's strong reluctance not to prepare, you still had to play dirty. "Luke, do you know Michael recently asked how you are doing with your studies" - the pupils of his eyes have become larger.
"R-Really?" Luke asked.
"Yeah," you confirmed.
The angel drooped, but he himself offered to continue preparing for the exam. Still, the boy did not want to lose face in front of Michael. After both of you worked hard, you invited Angel to go with you to eat a sweet cake in a cafe so that Luke would be happy. The angel became happy again and agreed.
Simeon
It wasn't the first time you've asked for help about studying with Simeon. Being an angel, Simeon skillfully possessed a lot of knowledge about the Devildom, which always amazed you. He was like a mini encyclopedia that could easily explain you topics that you didn't understand.
- Here's a test assignment for you, little lamb. I'll give you 20 minutes, I hope that's enough? After that, we will analyze your mistakes and focus on those moments where you have questions, okay? angel asked.
- God bless you, Simeon. What would I do without you," you thanked your savior.
"Heheh, I'm just glad I was helpful," Simeon said, embarrassed.
You have done test tasks several times, each time your mistakes became less and less. After the next test, you exhaled wearily and lay down on the bed.
- You must be tired, little lamb? Let me give you a massage so you could relax ," the angel suggested. You gladly agreed and lay down on your stomach to give Simeon your back. His hands expertly massaged your body, pressing on the places where you need and easing the friction in your sensitive areas. Because of his magic hands, you began to fall asleep, the angel, having learned this, began to massage your skin more slowly so that you could finally fall asleep. As soon as you fell asleep, Simeon passed his hand over your cheek and said: "You're so cute in a sleepy state." The angel put away all your books and papers and put them in your bag.
Solomon
Preparing with Solomon was something between fun and peculiar kind of activity. He always liked to study Devildom lessons in depth, so don't think you can fool around while he seriously explains something to you. At times, Solomon acts as your demanding teacher, who is ready to force you to redo the work so many times until he is satisfied with you.
- Solomon, I've already said this spell thousand times, can it be enough already? – you said plaintively.
- Oh no, don't exaggerate, it's only 23 times. Besides, are you going to behave the same way in the exam? Don't forget, my dear student, you can't let me down. So get ready and cast the spell again," the sorcerer ordered.
After you honed the spell to perfection, Solomon offered to cook you something. "Oh, no, no, Solomon! Of course I'm grateful, but I don't think I have the strength to eat anything at the moment," you quickly got your bearings.
- what? What a pity, but I wanted to please you. Then tell me what should I do for you to make you feel better," Solomon asked.
- Just spend some time with me in a hug, I think that will be more than enough, - you said.
Solomon agreed. He picked you up and carried you to his bed as if you were newlyweds. He gently laid you on a soft mattress, covering you with a pleasant-to-touch blanket. Then he lay down next to you, pressing you against his warm body. You hugged each other, it really relaxed you, making you forget about your long preparation for the exam.
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“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Bradley, please. Please please please.” 
You sounded pathetic even to your own ears - a whimpering, desperate mess. And you suppose that’s exactly what you were. The man in question grunted in your ear, his hands pawing at your exposed chest as yours gripped the sink in the Hard Deck bathroom. Your straining knuckles against the porcelain was the only thing preventing you from slamming into it as he slammed into you. You could still faintly hear the sound of the bar outside the locked door, but Bradley was quickly overtaking all of your senses. 
“I got you, baby. You know I’ll always take care of you.” He emphasized his words by pinching a nipple between two of his fingers while his other hand moved from your chest to grip your thigh, instead. He shifted both of you slightly to the right and guided your leg up until your knee rested on the rim of the sink. You let out a truly gutterable moan at the change of position. It opened you up further for him, and he sank so deep into you on his next thrust. You swore you were seeing stars. You lost your ability to form words, instead letting out babbles that may have resembled his name or associated him with a higher being as you let him work you toward your orgasm. 
“I’m going to cum,” he warned. “Gonna let me fill you up?” 
You nodded wordlessly, reaching back to thread a hand through his hair. You were close too, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him coat your inner walls and drip out of you the rest of the night. Your breathing hitched and the moan you let out was a warning sign. Bradley clamped a hand over your mouth just in time to cover your scream as release washed over you. He was following behind before the sound was even done coming from your throat into his palm. 
“Oh, god damn,” he muttered. He rutted his hips a few more times, gently pushing his warm cum as deeply into you as he could. It wasn’t until you started whining in overstimulation that he gently pulled out of you. You felt some of your combined release slip down your thigh before he moved your underwear back into place, trapping it between your tired pussy and the lace material. You shivered at the sensation. 
You knew the two of you had been gone for too long at this point, and that someone was bound to come back to try and get into the bathroom at some point. You moved to adjust your red sundress back into place when you noticed that, in his desperation to expose your chest to him during your unexpected escapade, your boyfriend had not only torn one of the straps from it’s seam, but he had ripped the entire front of the dress, nearly all the way down to your waist. You surveyed the damage in shock before raising your head to look at him.
“So…I can explain,” he started, still fighting to catch his breath as he looked at you sheepishly. You would be blind not to also see the hint of pure masculine pride in his brown eyes. You glared at him in return.
“You ripped my dress.” 
“Looks that way.” 
“Right down the middle.” 
“Yup.” 
You punched his arm at the humor you were starting to hear in his voice. “Bradley!” 
“I’m sorry,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. “Your tits were really just calling my name in this thing, baby. You know what they do to me. How was I meant to resist them?” 
You turned your head, his lips landing on your cheek instead of your lips like he intended. This was the third dress he had ripped in as many months, and you were annoyed. The pout on your face only made him laugh harder as he released you. You watched as he removed his printed Hawaiian shirt, followed by tugging his white undershirt over his head and handing it to you before shrugging the button up back on his shoulders. 
“Just wear my t-shirt,” he suggested, “it’ll look like you’re wearing a shirt and a skirt, instead. No one will know the difference.” 
“No will kno-Bradley! Are you an idiot? Everyone will know the difference! I came into this bathroom in a sundress!”
Even as you said it, though, you were following his advice. The shirt dwarfed you, but when you tied the front of it in a knot with the hair tie on your wrist, it didn’t look that bad. Still, there was no denying what the two of you had gotten up to. 
“You owe me a new dress,” you informed him, “this one was one of my favorites.” 
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he smirked, looking you up and down appreciatively. “Though I have to say, baby. You going out there looking freshly fucked and wearing my t-shirt…I may just have to rip the next one, too.”
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The Bear || Chapter 3
Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R
Word count: 4.2K
TW: concussion, throwing up, non-sexual nudity, medical talk, talks of overstimulation and non-verbalism
Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?
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A/n this chapter is so much longer than the others lol. its also a bit diffrent to what i normally write so… yeah.
While nat laid with you and wanda that night she couldn’t help but wonder why you had frozen, you had looks petrified of the man. Unable to sleep she glanced at wanda and you on the bed before carefully slipping out, wanda would call her if anything went wrong. Plus she told Jarvis to give her updates on when you did stuff and your bio read outs. Sure she was a bit paranoid but she didn’t know how a concussion could effect you or your power and Bruce only knew so much about you.
She made her way down to the lab and stepped in laughing slightly at Tony’s messy hair and five coffee cups on the table. He was slumped over a set of blueprints for something she couldn’t figure out, snoring softly. That would probably explain why he hadn’t come to see you when the three of you returned. Tony often got lost in his work stopping only when he fell asleep, usually more often in his lab than a real bed. He was much better when pepper was here but she was on a business trip so he had fallen back into old habits. What did surprise nat was peter who was also asleep on the small couch in the lab. Tony was usually very strict on making sure peter got enough sleep, seeing too much of himself in the boy. Assuming tony must have fallen asleep before peter as it was the only plausible explanation she nudged him gently with a finger.
After a few more failed attempts he finally woke with a start. Rubbing his eyes nat went to speak, growing slightly annoyed as he held up a hand to stop her.
“Coffee first Romanoff.” He got up to pour some and noticed peter he cursed softly and decided he was best to just leave him. It was the weekend anyway and may knew he was with him. After a few sips of the lukewarm coffee tony gave nat the go ahead to continue.
“I wanted to know more about y/n” she said noticing as Tony’s shoulders tensed momentarily.
“What about her?” He asked feigning disinterest.
“Stark i know theres more to her than she lets on. She froze today. Got knocked out pretty badly.”
“Is she ok?” Tony said worried
“Shes fine wanda and i are looking after her so shell be ok.” Nat said sighing and running a hand through her hair.
“Good.” He said taking another long sip.
“Tony why is the access to her file restricted?” Nat said looking him up and down.
“Why were you trying to access her file Romanoff?” He said gruffly
“I needed to know medical information for Bruce but all that was available was her blood type and some very basic info. Did she not fill out the forms when she became an agent?” Nat asked
“She predates the system Romanoff.” Tony said with a shrug and nat failed to hide her surprise.
“So she’s from before shield?”
“No Shes from before the avengers. Sheila had files on her but” he hesitated slightly.
“What?” Nat said. “Tony spit it out now.”
“She went by a different name for a while. She was with me doing duo missions when i first became Ironman. Then…” he trailed off before clearing his throat “stuff happened and she went by a different name. Now she’s back and with us thats all that matters got it Romanoff. If you want more ask her yourself.”
Nat nodded despite having a thousand more questions than before. What did he means different name? What stuff happened and why didn’t Sheila know more about you?
After a confusing call to fury where he simply said the same as tony, ‘ask y/n’ nat sighed before going back to your room and after a bit she fell asleep.
It was around 2am when you woke up feeling awful. Your stomach hurt and you let out a small whimper. You were confused. Which was to be expected with a concussion this severity. You heard Jarvis but couldn’t figure out what he was saying. Suddenly a low light was turned on and you saw the worried faces of the redheads in your vision. They were asking you something.
“Y/n?” Nat said carefully “whats wrong?” She asked. Wanda looked concerned.
“Baby your scaring me.” Wanda said as you continued to sit there and whine. “Should i get Bruce?” Wanda asked.
“No. Not until we know what goin-“ nat was cut off by you leaning forward as you began to dry heave.
“Aww bubs.” Wanda said rubbing your back and nat shot toward the bedside table where she left the sick bags earlier. Quickly she grabbed one while wanda continued to rub circled between your shoulder blades. Tears pricked your eyes as wanda held the bag under your chin and used her other hand to give soft reassuring squeezes to your bicep. Nat took Wanda’s placed rubbing your back and soon both redheads heard the sound of you finally bringing something up.
“Aww its ok. Your ok. Get it all up. Im here it’s alright.” You paused for a second gulping big breathes, wanda hesitated to take the sick bag away. Thanking whatever higher power was out there she didn’t as you ducked your head and again and heaved some more. Wanda and nat went back to reassuring you.
“It’ll pass sweets its ok your not alone. Natty and I are here. We’re not going anywhere. Take your time baby girl get it all out.” Wanda said.
When you finally stopped throwing up you had tears rolling down your cheeks as nat came back with a damp washcloth and some mouthwash in a cup with an extra cup as well for you to spit it into. You pressed your face into Wanda’s shoulder as she swapped the sick-bag for the things nat was carrying. Nat took the sick-bag seemingly unbothered by the contents and tied it off before slipping from the room to dispose of it properly. Leaving it in a bin in your room was just cruel.
Wanda wrapped one arm around you and holding you close before using the rag to wipe your mouth. Setting it down the tray on the bedside table she helped you use the mouthwash by guiding both cups respectively to your lips before also putting them down. Once she had cleaned you up and resituated you in the bed she shuffled down as well and held you close. Your small whimpers died down and were soon replaced with soft snores as your breathing evened out. After a few moments of admiring your sleeping form the door opened again and nat returned.
“How is she?” Nat asked.
“Better. Still very out of it. Hasn’t said a word. I cleaned her up and she settled back to sleep almost straight away.” Wanda ran her hands thorough your hair tucking stray pieces behind your ear. “Poor things exhausted. Im sorry you have to deal with this nat. If you want i can look after her.”
Nat smiled softly “No way. Shes a two person job right now and someone has to be the adult.” She joked slipping into the bed on your other side. She silently thanked tony for sparing no expenses when it came to the rooms. Which also meant bigger beds. It made sense seeings what she walked in on a week prior to your arrival at the compound.
A week earlier…
Nat wanted to fine tony. Actually nat needed to find tony. Yelena thought it would be funny to dye her suit pink so now she needed a new suit before their next mission which was in a couple days. There as no way she would be seen out in public in a pink suit. She would never live it down. After checking the lab just to find it empty she took the lift to the penthouse. Or the stark master floor as tony annoyingly dubbed it.
She knew he would be here if he wasn’t in the lab or on a mission or in the kitchen getting more coffee. Walking to the bedroom she cracked the door open slightly and had to stifle a chuckle. It was barely mid-afternoon and here in the master bedroom was the mighty tony stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist cuddled in bed with pepper, morgan and even peter curled up taking a nap together in the bed. Tonys head rested on peters shoulder as peter laid on his back with an arms around tony. Morgan was pressed into Tony’s back with peppers arms around her daughter as they spooned. Nat took a quick selfie with the cuddle pile before slipping out quietly.
Later that afternoon she tried again to find tony, walking into the lab she asked him in a coy manner what he had been up to earlier. The billionaire went a deep red and shrugged as if it was nothing. Nat texted him the selfie and shrugged as well.
“I’d check that if i was you” she said when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Tony narrowed his eyes and took out his phone.
“Cant lie to me.” She said when his face dropped. He huffed.
“I didn’t lie i just didn’t tell you what i was doing.”
“Sure” nat said “anyways i need a new suit but i wanna know why peter was in bed with you. I get your wife and child … but peter?”
“Nat we were going to tell everyone at the party later but I guess… pepper won’t be too mad if i tell you now.” He took a deep breath and began to speak again “may has been doing more work lately so she and i came to the agreement to make me peters other legal guardian. Pepper was ok with it i mean … come on she loves the kid like her own son. Peters been struggling with may being gone more and he hasn’t had a father figure in a long time. N-not like i see myself a his dad or anything b-but i hope he will one day.” Tony said and nat clapped a hand on his back.
“Tony thats wonderful. My lips are sealed and I’ll let you in on a little secret. I walk quiet as the dead so peter doesn’t know i heard him but he accidentally called you dad when he was on the phone with MJ. He already sees you as his father tony. The boy is just like you and I’m so happy for all of you.” She said. And tony had tears forming in his eyes. He quickly brushed them away making a mental note to address titles with peter later. He wanted Pete to know he was ok if he decided to call him dad. Nat smiled at the man in-front of her once more before patting his back again and leaving. She knew tony liked to process emotions on his own or with his family. And despite the avengers being everyone’s second and sometimes first family, she knew he would appreciate the privacy.
Modern gay … I mean … day … again…
The girls were happy when they woke at about 6am to find you still sleeping. They were glad you were ok and slept some more with out being sick again. Bruce had told them to expect you to be sick more if you had thrown up, although different for everyone it was known that concussions may make you sick, confused, nauseous and so much more.
After a short discussion with nat about a plan for the morning they decided nat would stay with you while wanda went to make you all breakfast. Nat gave Jarvis instructions on lighting settings for the room, telling him to make sure it was bright enough to see but not hurt your head more. She saved the settings under “migraine protocol 1” so that if needed it could be used again in future for yourself or others. After you remained asleep for a while you began to squirm. Nat was sat against the headboard reading a book from her room when she froze. Feeling you nuzzle into her leg seemingly seeking out skin to skin contact. Now you had found it you settled again and went back to being still and quiet. Nat smiled and relaxed. She knew you trusted her and loved her in the same odd motherly way she loved you but it melted her heart to know you sought her out even when asleep.
After a moment of loving gazes at your sleeping form wanda came back. She had two stacks of pancakes and toppings for herself and Natasha and a bowl of chicken broth, an old family recipe from sokovia, for you. Wanda set herself up on the bed and nat scratched your head lightly to bring you around.
“Y/n/n” wanda said softly waking you up. She resisted the urge to coo as you rubbed at your eyes like a child. “Baby you need to eat something.” She said and helped you sit up. You looked confused. You nodded and allowed them to feed you. As you were in no place to be doing much that required any form of brain activity. Wanda brought spoon after spoon to your mouth, blowing on it softly for you each time while nat watched amused and ate her pancakes with syrup. Once you had had enough you stopped letting wanda feed you and she sighed.
“You did such a good job baby girl, I’m proud of you. I’ll save the rest for later ok?” She said and stood to put away the dish on your desk to clean up later as the bedside currently housed her own breakfast. You shuffled on the bed and stood up. Wanda was quickly by your side and nat even stopped eating to check on you.
“Y/n? What are you doing?” Wanda asked concerned.
“Bathroom.” You muttered and wanda led you by the arm to the ensuite.
“Leave the door ajar baby.” She said wanting to be able to make sure you were ok. Normally you would have said no, nowhere near comfortable enough to allow such a thing with a girl who you weren’t even officially with yet and the women who had basically become your mother, but you simply nodded to exhausted to argue and too confused to fully register that the two women would hear you pee.
Wanda guided the door shut and slightly ajar and went to sit with nat on the bed. A couple minutes later she knocked on the wall next to the door.
“You ok in there y/n/n?” She asked, hearing you hum in agreement.
a couple seconds later you came out your hands dripping from washing them at the sink. Wanda chucked and darted inside to grab a small towel. She carefully dried your hands giving each a mini massage while she did and then helped you back to the bed.
“Better?” Nat asked, you nodded slightly more aware. “Good. Because the only reasons you are to leave this bed until we say so are to go to the bathroom and to have a bath.
“Bath?” You asked. Still feeling kind of gross from the mission. Wanda had used her magic to change your clothes but that did nothing for the feeling on your sensitive skin.
“Yes Detka, natty and I are happy to help you bathe. Don’t worry we wont judge and i can use my magic to help you feel comfortable.”
“Ok” you said eyes drooping “can i have a bath after a nap.” You said quietly.
“Sure thing baby girl.” Wanda said planting a kiss on the top of your head.
After a short nap in Wanda’s arms after she had finished eating nat went to run a warm bath. She put in plenty of bubble bath liquid she found hidden in a cupboard in the bathroom. She smiled at the avengers themed bubble bath stuff thinking it was cute. She poured a generous amount in. She knew how to help you feel comfy. The bubbles hid naked skin and she knew this from all the times she herself had needed assistance after missions gone wrong. Heck she had even given wanda the same treatment a few months ago. Wanda and nat had a special relationship. Wanda looked up to nat and nat wanted nothing more than to care for wanda the same as she cared for you.
A moment later wanda walked in with you in her arms. You were still half asleep and nat thought you looked adorable snuggled in her arms. With Wanda’s magic your clothes were replaced with a fluffy red towel and you sighed slightly.
“Baby time to wake up sweets.” Wanda said brushing the hair from your eyes as she situated you in the lukewarm water. The towel was placed by the bath for later as the two women washed your hair. Wanda used a cup to pour the water over your head and used her hand to shield it from your face.
You still looked awfully tired but told them it was ok if they saw you naked. Nat laughed and wanda flushed slightly.
“I trust you and i cant really do much myself.” You said and nat and wanda looked at each other then at you.
“Are you sure?” Nat asked and you nodded with your eyes closed.
“Ok then.” Wanda said. After drying you off and dressing you in fresh pjs, wanda used her magic to change the sheets to something more fresh and the three of you snuggled up again.
You were just about to fall asleep again and wanda was dozing lightly when you felt the nausea return. You pushed it away mentally and fell asleep. In hindsight that was a bad idea. A very bad idea. For no more than ten minutes later did nat look up from her book to see you start gagging still lying down. Nat was quick and precise with her movements. She helped you into an upright position and nudged wanda awake before going to grab you another sick bag. Wanda sat up quickly and began to reassure you as nat wasn’t quick enough with the sick bag. You heaved and half ended up on the sheets and half in the sick-bag as wanda rubbed your back. Tears of shame and embarrassment formed in your eyes as you became more aware. Choking back sobs you apologised between heaves.
“Shh baby no. Its not your fault. Focus on getting it all out. You can do it. We’re here and we love you so much.” The tears began to stop as after another round of gagging and a small amount of bile coming up you finally drew a deep breath and stopped. Repeating the same process form earlier. Nat got rid of the sick bag and you were cleaned up along with the sheets. Wanda had used her magic to clean the sheets making sure you knew it wasn’t a big deal. She told you she would rather you throw up on the bed than hold it back and make yourself worse. She could clean sheets but she couldn’t fix your health if you started to make things worse.
When nat retuned she took up her place on the bed again eying the spot where you had thrown up and wanda explained her magic fixed it.
Settling back into a deep sleep wanda and nat conversed in hushed voiced.
“You know if she keeps throwing up we might have to take her to Bruce.”
“Bruce said it was normal though didn’t he?” Wanda replied
“Yes but …” nat ran a hand through her hair “I’m worried about her. Sure she seems more awake than before but i don’t like seeing her this sick.” Wanda reached over an placed a warm hand on Nat’s arm.
“She’ll be ok natty she’s tough and in a couple days to a couple weeks she’ll be good again.” Wanda reassured and nat smiled softly but still concerned. She had seen her fair share of concussions but yours was particularly bad and despite her training she was worried. As the week wore on you got better and better with their help. You only threw up a few more times, each time worrying the girls more until you finally stopped. Your headache died down and slowly they let you do more and more. Their initial worry about your lack of talking was dismissed by a simple conversation where you explained that when things were too much you reacted in two ways usually. The first you went semi non verbal. Not in the sense you couldn’t speak at all but more that words were too hard and despite being able to say somethings you preferred to speak less or not at all in order to let your brain reboot. It was during these times you explained that sign language was useful and nat was happy because clint had taught her and wanda due to him being deaf. The second was your sketchbook. Drawing helped organise the thoughts in your mind. The mindless activity simulating enough fir you to engage with but not too much to overload your ability to recover. Nat had been sure ever since to make sure your sketchbook was within reach of the bed at all times. Even going as far as to bring some of your art supplies over and put them in the drawers within reach.
So here you were sitting and drawing. The girls knew aside from helping you think you liked to draw for fun as well. It was a hobby and a safe practise you had kept for many years.
Wanda returned to the room to find you drawing while nat snuck glances at the paper. Wanda sat beside you and frowned slightly as you angled the book away from her. There was a simple explanation. Since you met her you had made it your mission to capture her in your art. And despite wanting her approval on the drawings the fear of her hating it or seeing it as creepy was too much. Wanda pouted.
“Will i ever get to see your drawings like nat does?” She asked slightly hurt.
“One day. But not until we become … more …” you trailed off and wanda read your mind as your thoughts were loud not just from overthinking but from the concussion.
“Offical?” She supplied and you groaned.
“Don’t do that.” You whined and wanda smiled apologetically.
“Sorry baby girl cant help it sometimes.” She pressed a kiss to your cheeks which went rosy in the wake of her lips. “If you ask nicely I’m sure i can find a name for what we have.” She said coyly. Nat pretended to be involved in her book but she was watching the budding romance out the corner of her eye.
“W-wands.” You stuttered picking at the hem of your shirt.
“Yes baby girl?” She asked feigning her obviousness to your impending question. You mumbled something she pretended not to hear.
“Speak up baby i cant hear you.” She said in your ear.
“Will you be my girlfriend.” You all but yelled out of frustration. Immedialty you went bright red and buried your face in your hands.
“Aww bubs I’m sorry. Of course i will. Im sorry if i teased you too much.” She said pulling you into her chest as you felt small tears of embarrassment fall down your cheeks. Wanda felt you shaking as you sobbed and she pulled away to hold you at arms length. Carefully she pried your fingers from your face and looked sad at what she sound underneath.
“Love I’m sorry. I know it was too much. But I’m happy my girlfriend is so cute. Even when she cries.” Wanda said kissing your cheek as you hiccuped. “Come here baby.” She said patting your lap as your crawled into her arms. She rocked you slightly as a form of stimming to help you process things. After your soft cries ha stopped she kissed your forehead and pulled you both under the covers. She held you close as you dozed off in her arms.
“Be careful with her wands. She loves you very much but she is still much more fragile than stark.” Nat said with no malice.
“I know. I know and I’m going to do my best to give her everything she could ever want or need.” Wanda said looking at you lovingly.
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gintrinsic-writing · 1 month
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For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors ask game – would you be interested in doing Perspective Flip for This World (is only gonna break your heart), chapter 1’s head trauma fic?? If you want a specific character I think Legend would be interesting, but honestly I’d love to see any character’s POV! (I love this fic so much I need to put in an actual decent comment for it asdfgh)
I'm notoriously slow at writing fiuhshsdfush sorry, but it's incomplete. I probably didn't get to the part you most wanted, but I work the rest of the week, then have to host family for 5 days, so I'm not going to have a chance to write again for a good bit. Hopefully this is still fun to read! I might be able to get to the rest when life slows down.
Based on this short fic.
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“Four?” Legend questioned, wariness coloring his tone. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Four rasped. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the Four Sword over and over again. Even from across the field, it was easy to see that his breaths were too shallow. He licked his lips. “Wild, could I have more of that herbal water?” 
Wild’s ears drooped guiltily. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much left, and Warriors still hasn’t had any.”
Legend sent a sharp look to Warriors, cutting off the self-sacrificial bullshit before it could even begin with a well-timed frown. Warriors acted like he didn’t notice, but he pressed his lips together as he tied off the last of Time’s bandages. Drama queen.
“Right,” Four murmured. He handed his empty cup back, then tugged on his hair. His hand visibly trembled. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 
Sky questioned Four about an injury, and several others joined in. Legend tuned them out, thumbing one of the heart rings as he watched Hyrule. The traveler swayed a little as he approached, and he sat down without an iota of grace. Sweat dampened both their arms as he leaned against Legend. It was uncomfortable; Legend didn’t consider moving.
“Don’t volunteer for watch tonight,” he murmured, rolling his eyes when Hyrule stuck out his tongue. 
"Don't tell me what to do, Leg."
“Bitch.”
“Worrywort.”
Before Legend could think of a comeback, he noticed Four beginning to pace. The grass nearly reached the smithy’s knees. 
“I’m not… me. I mean I am, but…” Four frowned. “I’m not just me. That’s the problem.” 
Hyrule crossed his legs where he sat. “You can tell us. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”  
Four’s eyes darted along the length of the Four Sword as if searching for something. “For you to understand, there’s something I need to…” He trailed off a sharp exhale. “I named myself for the Four Sword because—because drawing it gives me the ability to split into four separate versions of myself. Only… it’s not working now.”
“Like cloning?” Legend asked, thinking back on some of the oddities he’d come across on his quests. 
“No. They represent different parts of me. They’re my colors.” Four’s sudden smile was a fragile thing. “My sense of reason, my sentiment, my temper, my bravery. Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. And right now…” Once more, he touched the dried blood along his hairline. “I can’t hear them at all. I can’t split.”
“Split?” Legend mouthed, just as Sky asked, “Hear them? You normally hear voices?”
Well, that was concerning. Legend thumbed his heart ring again, glancing around at the others. Warriors was still in that eerie way of his, and Wild looked strangely mournful. At least the Old Man seemed to be resting well.
 “It’s not like that. I get… impressions. Influences,” Four answered timidly. 
“The voices influence you?” Warriors asked, and ah—there it was. That tone he used when he was truly worried and trying not to show it. Legend wondered if any of the others recognized it for what it was yet. “How often does that happen?”
Four twitched, then smiled again. “I’m probably explaining this poorly. The voices are me. They’re normal.”
Wariness returned to Legend’s gut, and he could feel Hyrule slowly tensing. He had a feeling things were about to get worse.
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Chapter 17: Mad Fools
Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four
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[Raining Hellfire: Season Four]
Word Count: 4216 words
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, fluff (like sweet-tooth kind of fluffiness that i love so no one can hate it), angst
[A/N: you are all going to go absolutely ballistic on me and i completely understand. half of you are gonna love me tho. *disappears menacingly into the shadows*]
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Mad Fools
The RV was parked in the middle of an empty field, away from the public, and with enough space to make weapons.
Fighting Vecna wasn’t going to be easy, nor would it ever be a fair fight, but you sure as hell were gonna try.
You sat with Steve and Robin, helping them create Molotov cocktails, something Robin insisted upon. She was right, of course. What easier way to set fire to Vecna than being able to throw fire?
Across the field, furthest away, Dustin and Eddie worked on their shields, taking inspiration from the bats you and Steve wielded a couple years back by adding an assortment of nails into trash can lids.
Max sat with Nancy, watching as she sawed off her shotgun. Nancy needed it to be close range, and to create enough damage if need be.
The Sinclairs were sat together, creating spears to the best of their ability. And by that, you meant to Erica’s ability since Lucas had no idea what he was doing.
You fiddle around with the fuel-filled bottles, shoving in material and placing it beside you once complete. You sat cross-legged in front of Steve and Robin, watching as they poured the gas in through a funnel, careful not to spill.
“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says and you remove your headphones for a moment, resting them around your neck.
“What doesn’t make sense?” You ask and he sighs.
“That was Dan Shelter.”
You frown, looking to Robin for context. She shakes her head slightly.
“So, uh…” She begins, setting the gas can upright so she could tell her story, “You remember that girl I told you about?”
“Vickie?” You suggest and she nods.
You kept in touch with Robin occasionally when you were in Florida. She always called you whenever she had a break, or, more often than not, whenever she was bored during her shift at Family Video. At the beginning of your move, she called almost everyday. Then it became every week, slowly turning into every month. You didn’t blame her for it; you both just got busy. So, it was many weeks she had ranted about the girl of her dreams to you; Vickie.
But considering how homophobic the time you lived in seemed to be, she never had the courage to express herself. You related to that, heavily. You could laugh about it now that you were both close friends, but the crush you had on her years back was a terrifying experience.
It only took one misjudged confession to make you a town pariah.
“She was at War Zone.” She nods, avoiding your eyes and your heart drops.
“I’m guessing that this Dan…” You don’t finish the sentence, merely watching as she nods and continues her task. “Wait, Shelter? Didn’t that guy graduate?”
You remember seeing the name in one of the display cases, a blonde haired boy holding up a trophy for some sport you weren’t interested in. You vaguely recalled seeing him in your English class.
“So?” Robin shrugs and Steve raises his eyebrows.
“So he’s in college.” He explains, “Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago?”
“Oh, she watched Fast Times?” You catch on and Steve nods.
“Yeah, and guess where it kept being paused at?” He questions and you purse your lips.
“Paused at?…” You think for a second before realisation spreads across your face and Steve gestures an arm towards you.
“See?” Steve tries and Robin tilts her head at him, squinting her eyes. “Unless she’s got some horn-dog brother we don’t know about. Which is possible.”
“Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?” You offer and Steve snaps his finger at your suggestion.
“Guys!” Robin interrupts. The equipment was now on the grass beside them and she looks down, fiddling with her hands.
“What?” Steve frowns and she whips her head up.
“I don’t care.” She shrugs, looking to you both. “And I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”
“Yeah,” Steve nods, looking at his hands, “I mean, I get you there, but… I still have hope.”
“Me too.” You add and Robin raises her brow, ready to object, “Look, Robs. We don’t know the full picture here. Yeah, okay, she has a boyfriend. But… that doesn’t mean there isn’t something else going on. Believe me, I know first hand.”
She ponders this for a moment before shaking her head. “No, no. I doubt-”
“Come on.” You stress as Steve hands you another bottle, shoving in the white cloth. “Free will still exists, even in this suffocating town, which means people don’t have to subject themselves to one lifestyle for the rest of their lives. She could like guys and girls. Yeah, she’s with a guy right now but those feelings will still be there. And she’s probably just scared because people always expect one or the other, not both. They hate anything out of the realm of their 'normal', so imagine how they'd react to a girl that chooses both. And… I don’t think she has anyone to talk to about that. So, if it turns out I’m right, then you’re gonna have to suck it up and keep trying because you just won’t know unless you are there with her.”
Robin smiles at you as you hand her the finished bottle.
“Yeah. Yeah, I know you’re right.” She sighs. As she speaks, you notice Steve looking at you with an unreadable expression.
You feel a little lighter, somehow. After all the monsters and gates, you didn’t realise how much baggage you were holding onto from your own feelings.
“Y/n’s definitely right.” Steve finally says with a small smile, eyes never leaving yours. “You never know until you try.”
Something is shared between you, a look neither of you quite understood. It goes unnoticed by Robin however when she grabs the fuel can again.
“Not everything has a happy ending.” She states and you let out a sigh.
“Yeah, yeah, believe me, I know.” Steve admits, handing you another bottle. He looks off to somewhere in the distance and you don’t need to turn around to see who he’s staring at.
“I don’t think she’s talking about failed romance.” You say softly.
Robin lets out a breathy laugh, “No, I’m not. I just… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”
As if on cue, the tape in your Walkman stops and you pick it up, squeezing it tightly.
“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve asks, brows furrowed.
“I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but… if we don’t stop him, who will?”
“Here, here.” You suddenly say, holding up a bottle and Robin laughs, clinking her own against it before you both set them to the side.
Steve keeps staring out at the field, at all your friends.
“We have to try, right?” Robin says.
After a moment, Steve nods slightly, glancing between you both. “Yeah.”
He grabs another bottle, holding it up with a smirk. “To killing Vecna.”
You and Robin reclaim you bottles and hold them up.
“Slash Henry.” Robin chuckles and you tilt your head.
“Slash One.” You finish and you all tap the glasses, smiling.
When you put the bottle back down, however, your face drops, glancing back down at your Walkman.
This moment right here, all of you on the field, is the last time you’ll ever feel safe. Even if you do succeed, even if Vecna is gone for good, those nightmares and terrifying memories are going to live with you forever.
You’ll constantly be wondering when the next gate will open, always on edge at every creak and breath you may hear at night. This’ll never truly be over, not in your mind anyway.
And, if you fail miserably, that meant that this may be the last time you will see eachother.
“We’re out of bottles.” Robin suddenly notes, standing up. “We got any more?”
“In the back.” Steve gestures to the RV behind him and she nods, saying she’ll be quick.
As she moves around the vehicle, you take the opportunity to free your mind.
“Hey, uh, Steve?” You start and he raises his head to you, testing how much fuel was left in the can.
“Yeah?”
“I, um…” You frown, trying to find the right words. You weren’t really sure what you were going to say, either. All you knew, was that you wanted to talk to him.
“Is everything okay?” He sets the object down beside him, sliding off his seat so he could sit on the grass opposite you, meeting your height with a soft frown.
“I’m really glad I met you.” You finally say and his frown turns to surprise. “Seriously. I… I never thought I’d enjoy Hawkins, let alone make friends. When… when my parents sent me away I was so convinced that I’d hate this place. And then you almost hit me with that basketball.”
You let out a small laugh when Steve grimaces before continuing.
“Even if it got rocky for a while there, you were always the one person truly on my side.” You nod, finally meeting his eyes again, “I never really appreciated that as much as I should have.”
“Where is this all coming from?” Steve asks quietly, reaching out to take your hand in his.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen next.” You admit shakily, taking a breath, “But I’m just really glad that you’re there by my side. That I was there in the gym that day, that I met you when I felt the shittiest I ever felt because… you really made my life better, even for just a moment.”
“You know,” He shuffles forward, eyes drifting to someone behind you before finding your eyes again, “I was thinking about hitting my head a while back.”
“I’m sorry, what?” You laugh in surprise and he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“That’s not… okay, let me try again.” He smiles, composing himself. “I lost myself for a while there in high school. And… I guess, I thought that was who I really was, you know? Just some douchebag jock with a girl who deserved way better. And everyone seemed to accept that about me. No one questioned it, or tried to tell me I was an asshole. Everyone… but you.”
“I am always great with compliments.” You joke and he chuckles.
“You were the only thing reminding me of who I really was, who I could be. And I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am about that. You didn’t give up.”
“I wasn’t really ready to admit that I lost you.” You shrug, twisting grass together with your free hand, “Especially not to Tommy and Carol, I mean, that’s just embarrassing on my part.”
“You’re right.” He suddenly nods, sitting back up and you raise an eyebrow. “About what you said earlier. We have no idea what’s going to happen next. And… I guess now’s the perfect time to get things off our chest, right?”
“If you’re expecting more from me, I’m afraid that’s all the emotion I can show today.” You smirk but he takes a deep breath.
“I was an idiot when we were friends.”
“Agreed.” You grin and he throws a cloth at you.
“Shut up, I’m pouring my heart out here.” Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward again. “No, I… I was so caught up with what everyone else thought of me that I never paid attention to what you thought of me.”
Your heart stops, eyes widening. “Uh… what are you-”
“Robin.” He winces and you lean back on your arms, exhaling. Why you continued to tell her secrets, you didn't know.
“Of course.”
“No, it’s not- it’s not a bad thing, I-” He dips his head to make you bring your eyes back to his, smiling. “I really liked you, too.”
“Steve.” You sit back up, “I know there’s a chance it could really happen, but I’d rather die than make you feel like you have to show me pity-”
“No! No, I’m not kidding.” He says and when you stare him down, his expression never changes. He was serious.
“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow just in case and he nods.
“Seriously.”
You think for a moment, seconds flying by, until you grab the cloth and hit him with it.
“Hey!” Steve protests with a confused laugh.
“Why didn’t you say something?” You exclaim, dropping the cloth, “My god, I remember feeling like such an idiot for ever even liking you. Oh, and the cherry on top, you ended up dating my best friend anyway and I had to hear about how great of a kisser you were, and how cool your hair was, and-”
“Y/n!” He grabs both of your hands, laughing. “Calm down.”
“Sorry.” You laugh with him, tilting your head. “Why are we like this?”
“I wish I knew.” He smiles, shaking his head. He lowers his head for a moment before looking back at you with a knowing smirk. “This is it for us, isn’t it? What we have right now.”
“I…” You let out a breath, gently tightening your grip on his hands. “Complete honesty?”
“Always.” He nods and you sigh.
“I hope not.” You whisper out and he smiles softly.
You hear laughter behind you, eyes drifting to the noise and seeing Eddie play-fighting with Dustin, a big grin on his face as he waved around his shield.
“But you’re not ready to move on.” Steve concludes and you look back at him.
“No, I am. I was? I-” You stop, shaking your head. “God, I don’t even know. I mean, when I left Hawkins I got the opportunity to think about everything, to actually deal with my feelings for once and now…”
“I get that.” Steve’s gaze flickers from yours to the grass. “Jesus, I really get that. One minute, I’m fine. The next…”
“We’re in the Upside Down.” You frown and he raises an eyebrow. You remembered Eddie's earlier query, the small thought lingering in the back of your mind. “What if… no, it’s stupid.”
“Nothing you have ever said in your entire life has been stupid.” He laughs and you smile.
“I just wonder that… with everything we’re learning about the Upside Down, what if there’s something more to it?” You lower your voice to a whisper, “It’s literally stuck in ‘83, is it so impossible to think that maybe time is more of an influence down there than we think?”
“How does that link to our doomed relationship status?” Steve questions with the purse of his lips and you shrug.
“I… don’t actually know. What I do know is that I finally healed and then ever since I stepped foot in that place again, all these feelings popped back up and the wound tore open. Metaphorically, of course. And literally.”
“Yeah.” He slowly nods and you tilt your head. “No, seriously. It makes sense.”
“You don’t have to agree with everything I say, you know.” You laugh and he lets go of your hand to run his through his hair before returning it back to its rightful place.
“Yeah, well get used to it.” Steve chuckles before really focusing on you. “Honesty, right? I… I don’t want this to be all there is for us either.”
“Then what now?” You ask, bringing your clasped hands to rest just below your chin and he leans in, forehead against yours. “There’s so much going on right now. I mean, from the curses to the exes, how do I even- I don’t know how much I can deal with right now.”
“We wait.” He finally suggests and you pull back to look at him, “We kill Vecna, we save Hawkins, again, and… we see where it leads us.”
“So… we’re friends. For now.” You add with a smile and he grins at you.
“For now.” He nods. The look he gave you set butterflies in your chest. But not the fluttering mess of it all, but rather a beautiful warmth of wings around your heart.
Then, he glances back at the RV and tightens his lips. “We, uh, we’re not telling Robin about this are we?”
“God no.” You shake your head, blinking. “I love her to pieces but... no. We need to kill Vecna, not blast confetti cannons and hear Robin’s speech on true love.”
“Confetti cannons?” Steve repeats your words.
“I don’t know, seems like a Robin thing to me.” You shrug.
“Agree to disagree.” He retorts and you make a surprised sound.
“Wow, what happened to always agreeing with me?” You joke and soon fall into a comfortable silence, feeling the breeze gently brush your hair.
After a moment, a laugh leaves his lips and you raise your eyebrows.
“What?”
“I’m gonna take you to Skull Rock.” Steve smirks and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Don’t you even dare.”
“Yep, we’re gonna smooch.”
“Oh my god, don’t say that.”
“Smooooch.”
“Stop.”
“What are you guys-” Robin rounds the corner with various bottles, eyes widening when she sees you both leant in to eachother, hands clasped together. And, with a happy gasp, she drops the bottles and you both wince, glad the grass was enough of a cushion to stop them from shattering.
“Finally!” She squeals, doing a little happy dance before she abruptly stops. “Oh, shit. I forgot my glitter.”
“Glitter?” You question while Steve looks baffled.
“What- glitter... what?!”
“I was saving it for when you two finally happened!” She declares with a pout and you and Steve stop, turning to eachother slowly.
You both look down at your hands, gently letting go with a laugh. Your heart raced a little. If you and Steve were meant to be keeping this on the down-low, you were failing pretty bad at it.
“Robs-”
“No, I know it’s here somewhere.” She ignores you, patting down her pockets.
“Seriously, Robin-” Steve tries this time and she grins.
“A-ha!” She celebrates, pulling out a packet of glitter and you groan.
“Okay, that’s cute and all.” You comment as she pours it into her hand, “But what we’re trying to tell you is-”
Your words were cut short when Robin blew glitter at you, the shiny little dots covering you and Steve.
“… we’re not together.” You finish, spitting out silver glitter that had clung to your lips.
“What?” She slumps her shoulders.
“Yeah.” Steve nods, wiping down his face with a cloth. “But, uh, nice try.”
“That sucks.” Robin shrugs before looking at you both and wincing. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
“You think?” You laugh and she crouches beside you, grabbing another cloth to help clean you off.
“Wasted glitter, too.” She huffs and you deadpan her, earning an apologetic smile, “I’ve just been carrying this thing around since Scoops, you know?”
“Why?” Steve stares at her like she’s insane but all she does is shrug again, gently wiping pieces of glitter from your eye.
“Could have been a confetti cannon.” You mutter under your breath, Steve smirking at you.
“I was just so sure you two would be a thing.” Robin admits with a sigh, sitting back onto her heels, “I mean, you both seemed so close when I met you, never not talking about eachother.”
“That’s because neither of us have that many friends.” You share and Steve goes to object before nodding in defeat.
“Yeah, I started thinking that but…” She sits back on her heels, shaking her head. “Then I saw you two in the ambulance after Starcourt- which, by the way, was adorable considering everything- and back at the Creel House, you told me how you and Steve kissed last year, and how you guys love eachother, it just… I don’t know why you guys won’t give it a-”
When she stops speaking, Steve merely sighs, deciding through his words. “We decided not to, okay? And why are you so obsessed with us being together? Weren’t you just saying how our love lives are the least important thing right now?”
When he looks up, however, he realises his question wouldn’t get answered. Because your face had dropped, Robin looking queasy.
He turns his head to see what your staring at and his heart stops. Oh no.
“I was just…”
Eddie tries to speak, an unreadable expression flickering between you and Steve before he ultimately decides on avoiding your eyes and shaking his head, moving around your trio and heading into the RV.
And he had heard it all.
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You enter the RV after your soft knocks were ignored, shutting the door behind you with a sigh.
After Robin had apologised until she turned blue, you told her it wasn’t her fault. Excusing yourself from your friends and following Eddie, your heart was beating louder than it should.
This wasn’t a talk you wanted to have. Especially when it involved Steve.
“Eddie?” You call out quietly before noticing him sat at the back, trying on a new vest the others had grabbed from War Zone, trying to ignore you. “Eddie, please. Talk to me.”
“It’s fine.” He says, clearly not fine. You watch as he grabs his bandana from his back pocket and ties it around his head, jaw set tight as he stared out of the window, facing away from you.
“Don’t lie to me.” You plead, walking closer.
Eddie lets out a bitter and shaky laugh, “That’s ironic.”
You stay silent and he turns around, shaking his head.
“I thought…” He sighs, biting his lip, “… we were…”
“We-”
Your word is cut off with a sharp laugh, his hands reaching to rest on top of his head as he paces the small space.
“This whole time I thought I was a fucking idiot for ever believing anything was going on between you two.” He never raised his voice but you still felt all the anger radiating from him, “Turns out I was right all along.”
Your face drops. “No. No, that’s not fair.”
“How isn’t that fair? You kissed him, Y/n! After you told me he would only ever be a friend.” He finally starts to yell, voiced pained with sadness, “You told him you love-”
He can’t finish the sentence.
“Because I do.” You say quietly and he physically stills. You take his silence as an opening to finally say what you've been holding on to for two years.
“I was ready to forgive you. To move on from what I thought that girl was doing in your trailer, but you broke my heart, Eddie. You didn’t trust me and that... that hurt more than anything. Because I’d never do anything to hurt you. Not willingly. And I didn’t think I’d ever feel again after you. But I did. And I’m not gonna apologise for that when you broke up with me.”
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, looking to the window beside him with a frown.
“It’s not my place.” He sighs, eyes set on the glass pane. “And I regret it. Not telling you what really happened, for not- for not trusting you. For ending things when for past three years I’ve been kicking myself for ever leaving.”
Your silence isn’t built from surprise, but from reflection. If you had just ran after him, told him the truth… would things have been different?
“You wanna know what really hurts?” Eddie questions after a while and you whip your head up, heart thumping against your chest. “That all it took was for us to break up before you realised you were in love with your best friend. That those feelings had to have been there the entire time you were with me.”
“It’s not like that.” You shake your head, frustration finally hitting and you take a step forward.
“You were my best friend, too, Y/n.” He declares and you bite your lip. “I- I don’t feel safe around that many people, but I did with you. And now… was I just some kind of replacement for the guy you couldn’t have?”
Your face drops, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “You were never a replacement. Steve had nothing to do with how I felt about you, okay? We would have always been best friends, at least, Eds, I want to be your friend-”
“Yeah, right.” He mutters and you frown, eyes misting over.
“Yes, Eddie, I love him, but it’s so much more complicated than that right now, we-”
“If you love him so much then why did you kiss me?” He counters and you freeze.
His question struck you hard. Why did you kiss him?
“Can’t make up your mind? Or do you just not care?" He continues, and you can only shake your head.
"Play with the freak’s heart, right?” He challenged, stepping closer until you were finally face to face. His breaths were shallow, eyes misted over and you knew he was panicking. “… maybe they were right about you.”
Your heart stopped for a long second. You’d seen Eddie put up his defences before, usually from bullies in high school. He would always spit out whatever he could to show he didn’t care. But you knew he did, deep down. After all, you’d led with him on his bed, holding him until he felt better about himself.
You just never thought you’d be the one to bring out this side to him.
“Don’t say it.” You whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks.
He didn’t want to. You could tell. But you also knew Eddie Munson would do whatever it took to protect his heart.
“Whore of Hawkins.”
He expected you to slap him. To scream, to fight. And he was sorely mistaken.
Instead, you turned away with a lowered head and started walking, looking back only one time to meet his teary eyes.
“For what it’s worth… you’re one of the only people on this planet I ever felt safe with.”
And then you left, leaving him stood there.
Stepping out of the trailer, you almost fell down the step, heart hammering in your chest. You did nothing wrong. Right?
If that was the case, then why did you feel so guilty?
You try to wipe the tears away desperately, knowing that your heartbreak wasn’t what your friends needed to see right now.
But, with the crunch of a leaf, you turn your head to see Robin and Nancy staring at you, both their faces rising to surprise when they see you stood there. Nancy must have seen what happened earlier.
When they finally take in your appearance, their faces fall, moving closer and you close the distance, allowing them to catch you in a hug when you break down to tears.
Chapter 18: One Last Fight ->
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[A/N: ... come on did we really think i wouldn't add some angst to this eddie x reader situation? STEVE STANS RISE]
[i'm also disappearing because this was a word vomit of a chapter, pls bear in mind that i am attempting to fit a lot into these last few chapters, and i'm terrified of the responses i'm gonna get to it okay bye... for now.]
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𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Eleven
Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.
Warnings: Nudity, Hell, Angst.
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).
Word Count: ~2.9k
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“So… you knew Jessamy?” Matthew asked, cocking his head to the side as you shelved some books for Lucienne.
“Yes, I did,” You answered, wondering why the raven was bringing the topic of your sister up. She was dead and had been for nearly a century. Why was there such an emphasis on her now? “What is it that you wish to inquire?”
“I just— I just want to know more about her, you know, being Morpheus’s raven and all now. I have no idea what I am doing.”
“You are doing an adequate job, Matthew,” you informed him. “I do not see how discussing your predecessor will enhance your ability. You are different ravens.”
“Well it’s obvious Morpheus really cared about her!” Matthew protested, feeling like he was fighting an uphill battle with the Endless. It wasn’t like being a raven of Dream of the Endless came with a manual. “I don’t want to just exist within her shadow, I want to be useful to him, otherwise why am I here?”
Your fingers still against the spines of the books you shelved and you slowly shifted your gaze to him. Matthew was looking at you with such a pleading look. You were unaffected of course, but his desperation was palpable.
“You do realize that I am unable to sympathize with your situation as I cannot feel emotion… correct?” You asked the young raven. Matthew was unperturbed.
“Yeah, but you are the only one who will talk about her.” He pointed out. “Like, everyone is walking on eggshells about Jessamy and then even more when Adrienne is brought up… like what is up with Morpheus and Adrienne? Cause I’m sensing some sort of attachment or— or a relationship between them? I mean Adrienne was a raven wasn’t she? How does that… work?”
“Lord Morpheus is an anthropomorphic personification of dreams and reality.” You explained. “He personifies an idea, not a thing, and therefore does not necessarily conscribe to the social norms of humanoids. As for his relationship with Adrienne, not even I know what it was nor what it could have been. I simply understand it as a relationship in which two beings found comfort and understanding within each other.”
“Yeah this is making my head hurt just trying to think about it.”
“My apologies for causing such duress.” You told the raven, eyeing him closer. “I am sure you do not need the complexities of such relationships to cause you more stress for understanding.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Matthew replied, shaking his head. “I just— Everyone keeps putting Adrienne on such a pedestal, like she meant everything to Morpheus. Like he loved her. Pretty sure he does at this point, he’s sulking about her right now… and assuming she loved him back why hasn’t she shown up yet? Was it one sided? I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding him. If she loves him? Why is she not here? Lucienne and Mervyn keep avoiding mentioning where she is every time she comes up in conversation, and every time Morpheus asks where she is, they get all suspicious and try to bail answering the question. They know something about her, and aren’t telling anyone.”
You blinked at Matthew’s words, surprised at how astute he was to your and Morpheus’s relationship despite still being so new. He was an adequate raven for Morpheus, even if he did not think so. As for Lucienne and Mervyn’s behavior when Adrienne was mentioned, you were sure it was because they still had emotions. Another reason to not have them, emotions were so meddlesome and tiring. But you would not leave Matthew hanging on questions, not when his role for your lord was so important.
“No, Morpheus’s love was was not one sided.” You replied quietly, your mind thinking back to the time Adrienne spent at his side, faithful and dutiful. She hadn’t done much other than be the palace artist, but Morpheus had greatly appreciated her time and company, and often sought her out. She’d been rather pathetic and pitiful now that you thought about it. One look at her and everyone could see how enamored she was with the Dream Lord. How in love. “Conventional, it was not, but her presence was enough for Lord Morpheus.”
“Ah, I guess that explains why the boss is so insistent on Adrienne making an appearance. He’s probably craving her attention at the moment,” Matthew cawed, bobbing his head and shifting his feet. “She better show up or he’s gonna be real pissed. I think the boss might start crying soon…” You blinked, you mind mulling over Matthew’s words. Surely an exaggeration. Her presence was not needed for Morpheus, just a helpful addition. She was a mere blip within his endless existence.
“Adrienne is dead,” You stated flatly. “And whatever Morpheus is looking for, no longer exists, if it ever did in the first place.” It was, perhaps, cruel and heartless of you to say that, but your words were true. Morpheus had set a firm line between him and Adrienne. Nothing was ever to come from it… so why should that change now? Adrienne was dead. Adrienne is dead. She was at peace in eternal slumber, sheltered from her pain, her agony. You would keep it that way. She would not hurt under your care. Matthew stared at you, slightly bothered by the fact that you seemed to know so much, but were entirely convinced Adrienne was dead. How could you know more about her than anyone else? Were you friends with her? And why did you say that she was dead, when everyone else said otherwise?
“That’s not what Mervyn and Lucienne say,” Matthew quietly commented, shuffling his feet and staring at the table he stood on. “That’s not what Morpheus believes.”
“Mervyn and Lucienne didn’t know Adrienne like I did,” You replied, trying to be less stoic and flat to the raven. “Lord Morpheus has been gone for one hundred and six years, how would he know of her condition?” Matthew wilted as you went back to shelving books, your stoicism and emotionless state getting to him once more. You dismissed his echoing words, focusing on the task at hand.
He was new, he would learn.
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“So… you want me to be a carrier pigeon to Lucifer!?” Matthew questioned as his feathers ruffled and raised. “Like the mother fuckin’ devil!?”
“Yes, Matthew, I believe you have already met? It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to drop off a letter for me. You needn’t do anything more than that.”
“Okay, yeah, I can do that… but did you see the way some of those demons eyed me? It was like they were looking at a chicken!!” Matthew burst out, waving his wings about and airing his displeasure. “One of them might decide to turn me into fried raven!”
“The Morningstar would not dare to directly attack you, Matthew.” Morpheus sighed, not eager to send his raven to hell but knowing that he had to. “I must reassert myself and the Dreaming as a place of power so those that seek us harm do not think we are available prey.”
“Sorry I know, I know, I just don’t wanna get eaten by any of them,” The raven muttered. “Died once, not interested in dying a second time, ya know?”
“I would not send you if I had another choice, Matthew,” Morpheus said, his eyes tightening. Matthew bobbed his head before waddling forwards and taking the offered invitation from Morpheus. “You only need to be there as long as it takes to deliver my invitation, there is no need for you to tarry.”
“Don’t plan on it!” Matthew chirped, attempting to be enthusiastic about his job. Swooping into the air, he disappeared into a portal that led to hell, hoping that this would be a very uneventful trip. He still found flying through the netherworld odd, but Matthew managed to pop out in hell just fine. It was just as misty and creepy as it was the first time he had been… and it seemed grimmer than before if that was even possible.
“Get to Lucifer, give invitation, leave,” Matthew chanted to himself, clenching the letter within his grasp. He then fluttered his way through the dominion of the devil. Matthew made it to the throne room of sorts where Lucifer and Morpheus had their challenge and touched down on black marble. Standing on the balcony was the formidable figure of the devil, dressed in white. That didn’t take away from their menacing aura. Or their cruel beauty.
“Hello, raven,” Lucifer drew out, slowly looking over their shoulder to eye the lone raven. “What brings you by my domain?” Matthew felt a shiver of fear run up his spine and he forced himself to step forwards, taking the letter from his beak and holding it with his foot. Rather awkwardly too.
“Lord Morpheus has addressed this invitation to you,” Matthew explained, wanting to get this over with so he could go home.
“Did he,” Lucifer aired out, their eyes glimmering with deviousness and venom. “Come, raven, deliver your master’s invitation.”
Matthew had a bad feeling in his gut, but didn’t have much of a choice, so he took to the air and flew closer to Lucifer. He perched himself on the back of a chair and let Lucifer slowly, a little too slowly, take the invitation.
“Okay if that’s all, I should probably get back to Morpheus in case he needs something from me,” Matthew softly muttered, turning his body to take off and flee. Lucifer didn’t let him.
“Why in such a rush?” They asked with a small smile. “Do you not, enjoy hell? Or are we such bad hosts… surely you would like to see some of our sights.” Oh shit, how was Matthew going to say no to Lucifer!?
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“It has been too long, Lucienne,” Morpheus spoke, drumming his fingers on the armrests of his throne. “It should have only taken Matthew but a moment.”
“Surely Lucifer wouldn’t threaten or hurt your raven, that would be an outright declaration of war.” Lucienne commented, her brow furrowed.
“I wouldn’t put the Morningstar past anything at this point in time.” The Endless growled, rising to his feet and stepping down the stairs. He approached Lucienne and thought over the scenarios that would delay Matthew. “I shall see what I can and we will go from there, there is no reason for Matthew to remain in hell this long.”
Morpheus concentrated on his connection to Matthew and viewed what his raven was seeing. Instantly he could feel Matthew’s panic as he urgently flailed and flapped around, dodging leering demons trying to get their hands on him.
“Hand off! Hands off!!” Matthew shouted urgently, his panic making his avian heart race unbearably fast. “I’m not gonna be your dinner!!” Morpheus jerked himself back from Matthew’s gaze, rage broiling within his body.
“They’ve attacked him,” Morpheus hissed, eyes blazing with Endless might and power. “I must—” He cut off at the sound of something heavy hitting the marble floor of the throne room. Lucienne and Morpheus turned to see you standing at an entrance, your face blank. You had dropped several books that you were bringing to Morpheus to aid in his quest to solve the current issue within the realm. Lucienne’s heart dropped knowing that you had heard that Matthew was in danger. She knew what you would try to do.
“Blanche,” Lucienne whispered in warning, her eyes showing her fear of your reaction. “Don’t— do not even entertain the idea of—” You were already moving, spinning in a circle to head out. Lucienne called to you one last time in desperation, her tongue slipping momentarily as desperation clawed to the forefront. “Adrienne!!”
A sickened feeling rushed through Morpheus as he watched your body shift and morph from humanoid to a gorgeous raven speckled with midnight and pearl. The very raven he had so desperately wanted to see since returning. You swooped upwards towards the ceiling, disappearing into a portal that would surely lead to hell. If the Endless had a heart, it had either dropped to his stomach or jumped into his throat as he stood frozen in place, trying to understand how Adrienne, his beautiful and gregarious raven, and turned into you. Cold, emotionless, hardened. A shell. You, his precious and beloved raven that Morpheus felt he could not live without, had been here the entire time, and he had not even recognized you.
“Lucienne,” Morpheus said, barely able to find his voice as his fingers dug into the armrests of his throne. “What happened?” Lucienne sighed heavily and peered at her lord and king over her spectacles.
“I’m afraid I cannot say as it is not my business, sir,” Lucienne answered. “Adrienne— Blanche, has requested for privacy and for us to not acknowledge her life as Adrienne. She says she is dead, and that is how she has lived in the past nine decades. As separate beings… and as much as you might wish to address this, we need to focus on Matthew.”
“He is in hell and Adrienne just went after him.” Morpheus hissed, eyes shimmering with supernovas.
“If anyone is going to get him back, it would be Blanche.” Lucienne softly pointed out, not looking forward to the hard conversation Morpheus was going to have with the woman he loved. “She is not the same as you remember, sir, she—” Lucienne paused, her gut twisting and clenching within her body. “I have not seen nor heard from the Adrienne we knew in nine decades, Blanche is in control. Not Adrienne.” Morpheus stared hard at his oldest raven, his vibrant blue eyes border lining silver, and watered down with innumerous unshed tears. Lucienne took a sigh and collected herself once more. “If you wish to inquire what happened to Adrienne, you must go through Blanche first.” An agonizing ideation, as nothing about Blanche was familiar… nor inviting.
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Your wings angled your sleek body through the skies of hell as you scoped out poor Matthew who was being harassed by demons. Lucifer would not touch him, but that didn’t mean the demons would do the same. They were going after the touchable, the one that would hurt Morpheus the most should Matthew be killed. You would not allow that. Tucking your wings to your sides, you dove like a bullet for the group of demons. They were not expecting you to dive right into the fray, your feet an nails extended to scratch at their faces. They yelped at your dive bomb and dispersed, leaving Matthew in a dazed heap on the cold ground. You shifted from your raven form to your human form and scooped up the disoriented raven before taking off.
You streaked away from the demons, running through hell with Matthew clutched tight to your chest. The plan was to get Matthew as far from the demons as possible, and when he got his bearings back, send him through a portal back to the Dreaming. The dazed raven was moaning and mumbling nonsensical words against your skin as you rounded a corner and ducked an incoming mace.
“Two for one boys!” A demon crowed, crooked teeth baring at you in a twisted smirk. You were undaunted. “Fresh meats on the menu tonight!”
“I told you I had a bad feeling, sir,” Matthew babbled shaking his head and trying to clear the stars from his eyes. You scrambled over a rock and glanced down at him. “I don’t wanna be fried raven!”
“Matthew,” You called, hoping that he was well enough to fly on his own.
“You don’t sound like Morpheus,” The raven mumbled. “Way too pretty.” You shook the raven in your arm, trying to jostle him out his trance. “MATTHEW!” You barked at him, blocking a shower of rocks headed at you while you slipped your way down a mountainside. The raven snapped to.
“I’m awake, I’m awake!” The raven squawked, squirming in your arms. Then he realized where he was, and that you were clutching him to your chest. Not to mention you were naked. “What the fu—”
“You need to go!” You ordered, crouching down behind a large rock and pulling the raven from your chest. Matthew was placed on his feet and he shook himself out.
“How are you here!?” He asked, staring at you in shock before remembering that you were naked. He quickly covered his eyes with a wing. “I did not see anything I swear!”
“I got here the same way you did and the same way you shall leave.” You stated, eyes lifting to scan the horizon. “You must summon a portal and get back to the Dreaming.”
“You were a mothering fucking RAVEN this whole time!?!” You proceeding gaze had him shutting his beak and processing your words. Matthew would leave. You would stay. “Wait, what about you!?” Matthew protested.
“My life does not matter as I am not Morpheus’s familiar, he needs you,” You stated, glancing over the boulder once more. A demon caught sight of you and they started charging. “It is time to leave, young raven.” Plucking Matthew’s body from the ground, you surged to your feet and summoned all your concentration on building a portal straight to the Dreaming. In the distance one bloomed for you and you ran as fast as you could, Matthew protesting the whole way. You didn’t give him a chance to physically resist your actions because the moment you got within distance of the portal you threw the squalling raven through it as hard as you could.
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Date Published: 7/12/23
Last Edit: 7/12/23
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