#... in the old job search (while i keep looking on my own as usual of course) but still! having someone who's JOB it is to search for me??

[cosmos-coma]

Glass Desks

A/N: Just a silly little scene I've had in my head for bit now since I work as an occasional house cleaner to try and get by. I got surprised by someone coming in on my last clean and just had to turn it into something.

Pairing: Mafia! Bucky Barnes x House Cleaner! Reader

Words: 1,055

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A sigh escaped Bucky as he ran a hand down his face. He was supposed to have meetings all day today- ones important enough that he’d rearranged everything around them- yet within the first two hours something had already come up and his associates were forced to reschedule.

“Hey, boss? We’re here…” Sam said from the driver’s seat, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him look up at the large empty house before him.

His empty house.

He wouldn’t trade his line of work for the world, truly, but between both the secretive and potentially violent nature of his job, it didn’t exactly leave much room for pleasant company. 

He sighed again as he stepped out, “Thanks Sam…. That should be all for today, but I’ll call if I need you.” He said and patted the roof twice before it pulled away. 

Making his way up the stairs toward the entrance, all seemed normal at first glance- that is until he spotted an unfamiliar car parked around the side. 

It was an old car, parked out of the way in the shade- not quite a beater- but they definitely didn’t make its model anymore. It was non-descript and would blend in with a crowd if needed, but more importantly: it wasn’t one of his. 

He moved toward the door with far quieter steps now, listening intently for the intruders. Multiple voices came from inside as if trying to talk over each other in layered tones. Chairs and doors clunked and creaked as they were moved about, followed by the moving voices- were people searching for something? 

Instinctively his hand found the gun in his jacket. ‘Sam didn’t say anything as he left… Did he really not notice the car? No-Sam was one of his best men… Maybe he already knew they were here..?’ Bucky thought.

Either way, he wasn’t taking any chances; his fingers closed around the gun’s handle as he cracked open the door, the weapon a comfortable and familiar weight in his hand. His steps were silent as he entered, their practiced paces unknown to anyone but him. 

However, instead of finding an enemy gang searching for secrets he found…. You. 

You were hard at work in your own little world as you went about cleaning the second floor. You bobbed and sang along to the music emanating from your back pocket, your voice layering over the original as the rags half tucked in your belt swayed with you. The mobster couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

He had completely forgotten. Usually, on days when he was meant to be out of the house for hours on end, you would be scheduled to come clean. But apparently, no one had informed you about the change of plans.

You had been hired on as his house cleaner a few months ago, helping him keep things together while work kept him endlessly busy. But despite having been on the payroll for a while now, he still hadn’t found the time to officially meet you- that is, until now.

He couldn’t deny that you looked… rather silly if he was being honest, but your unparalleled passion only made it all the more endearing. His head shook with a faint smile as he watched as you moved into his office. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, he was halfway up the second-floor stairs when he heard you suddenly break away from your song. 

“Ugh…,” you sighed loudly to yourself, still thinking you were the only one in the room, “what kind of an asshole has a glass desk? I mean, really- Do you have stock in Windex? Is that what it is???” You asked snarkily to no one in particular, but this was too good for Bucky to pass up.

“Not yet. Should I?” The mobster found himself biting back his laughter as he leaned against the office doorway behind you. 

“At this rate? You should really-“Your mouth clamped shut faster than it ever had before, your entire body freezing on the spot as his response finally processed. Your eyes were wide as saucers as your thoughts ran on a panicked loop ‘Oh no, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. you really just had to insult the infamous White Wolf of New York… In his own home… In front of his own men… Are you STUPID??’ you yelled at yourself internally and quickly put on a brave face, turning off your music and turning to the unfamiliar voice behind you.

Your stomach nearly dropped as you realized it was not only “one of his men” it was, THE man. You instantly recognized him from the few photos scattered around the house; the sharp stubbly jaw and blazing blue eyes were unmistakable, not to mention the hint of the metallic arm you caught between his suit sleeve and glove. You couldn’t deny he was handsome- even more so in person than he was in his photos.

“Mr. Barnes…!” Your voice squeaked out, but he just held his same amused smile, looking anything but upset. “I, uh… I thought you had meetings all day today- I didn’t mix up the date, did I..?”

“Not at all…” he said with a quiet laugh. “My meetings got rescheduled part way though, so I thought I’d spend the evening working from home. Little did I know it’d be the perfect place to get financial advice too.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment as you relived the very recent moment yet again, “Right, uh, about the whole ‘asshole’ thing, I-” 

But he simply waved you off, “Don’t. It’s refreshing to get an authentic opinion, and honestly? I don’t even like that desk.” He admitted, his heart stirring in new ways as your whole body relaxed and he could finally see you as you usually were, “and, ah… if you wanted to stay for a while, I sure wouldn’t mind the company- I could use a little advice in the stock market.”

You bit your lip to hold back your grin, you wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself, “Oh, me? I don’t know if I’d really be suitable company while I’m cleaning.” 

A thought seemed to pass over him then as he nodded in agreement, “Hm, you’re right..” he smiled, “Perhaps we should just have dinner then… how’s tonight?”

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#hi cuties! just doing a quick little check-in since it's been a minute ✨ #still not really checking tumblr cause there's just too much going on and i'm trying to find some joy here getting settled in a new home! #i do check here and there though so if you wanna hit up the IMs i'll for sure get back to you!! 💕 #ANYWHO: things are going okay! kinda same old but just trying to enjoy what i can and take a day at a time #started talking to a recruiter today and she was so sweet (and my age which is a bonus) so i'm hoping she'll be a good help ... #... in the old job search (while i keep looking on my own as usual of course) but still! having someone who's JOB it is to search for me?? #feels promising??? i hope! #(even tho in all honesty this job search stuff has been peak deflating and depressing but! we keep movin!) #i'm also super excited that my mom is treating me for xmas/my bday to a trip to london to visit my best friend #(since they weren't actually able to come visit for the holidays sadly) but i think it's gonna be special and healing 😌💕 #i think that covers most of the things!! pretty pleeeease come hit me up on discord!! #i would love to chat and write more there and have servers and all that fun stuff so don't be shy! #love and miss you all so much *big hugs to the dash* #00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

[99thpercentile]

places where the audio distorts

image ids under the cut

tmagp 4:

tmagp 5:

tmagp 7:

tmagp 8:

the audio distorts when people lie.

I imagine this knowledge will come in handy later.

[id: ALICE: This is not something you go poking around in. Not if you want to keep your job… or your neck. SAM: (a little amused) Okay, okay! I get it. Consider me scared straight. "Consider me scared straight" is highlighted. end id]

[id: LENA: Now, while I understand your concerns, you need to understand that Colin has held the IT Manager position for some time without incident, and although he is somewhat… frustrated with his current assignment, he can request help from the central IT team at any time. I am certain that should he find his responsibilities unmanageable, he will request assistance. Or resign, of course. Either way, the problem will resolve itself. "Or resign, of course" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: Is there any way to look up specific files? ALICE: Like what? CELIA: Oh, I don’t know. Every case about… being buried alive, or meat, or… whatever. ALICE: Well, there’s a search bar, but it doesn’t actually do anything. You’d have to dig through them all manually. (suspicious) – Why do you ask? CELIA: Just figuring it all out. Ah well, I guess I’ll need to find Bigfoot on my own time. "Just figuring it all out" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERTRUDE: I see. Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you – GERRY: (casually) Yeah, I barely remember any of it. "I don’t think Gerry can help you" is highlighted. end id]

[id: GERRY: Oh yeah, but I was pretty young. I remember filling in a bunch of forms and questionnaires, then some old men asking me questions about what books I liked to read, who did I look up to, that kind of thing. And then I left. SAM: (disappointed) That’s all? GERRY: Yeah, afraid so. Other than just sitting around with a bunch of other kids in a room that smelled like old books. "Yeah, afraid so" is highlighted. end id]

[id: CELIA: I’m trying to look into… Weird physics stuff: time travel, other dimensions, teleportation, all that good stuff. Freddy doesn’t really do searches, so you could keep an eye out and let me know if any come up in your cases? SAM: Uh, sounds a bit sci-fi compared to our usuals. What’s this for? (amused breath) You’re not doing research for that podcast you were on, are you? CELIA: (surprised) You know about that? SAM: I might have given you a quick Google. CELIA: Then… yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie. "yeah. I’m doing a favor for Georgie" is highlighted. end id]

#tmagp #The Magnus Protocol #tmagp theories #tmagp spoilers #original #most of these are relatively easy to clock as lies regardless #which makes sense. they need to be for us to notice the pattern and apply it later #but it does tell us for sure that Colin can't quit #or maybe he can but he won't be able to work anywhere else like Teddy? #in any case he (and possibly the rest?) can't quit in a meaningful way #if you find any I missed please let me know!! #why is this happening? who knows! Beholding thing maybe?

[metalhoops]

Steve was used to climbing out windows. Before his junior year, he’d made a habit of entering through and escaping from girls' houses unnoticed. He was stealthy. He’d learned how to scale trees and tread lightly across roof shingles with the deftness of a nocturnal animal. Yet, for the first time, he found himself escaping his own home. There was a first time for everything, right? 

Steve’s parents were home. The second Steve saw the familiar BMW pull into the Harrington’s driveway, he knew he wanted to be anywhere but home. His parents were only palatable when he had good news, but all he had to tell them was that after their last visit, The Mall had burnt down and he’d gotten a new job at a video store. He really was doing the family proud. He didn’t want to deal with it, not today. 

That’s how he found himself crawling out his bedroom window, shimmying across the guttering and trying not to sprain his ankles as he dropped onto the lawn. He headed out back, past his pool and into the woods. Usually, it was the last place you’d find Steve. He kept expecting to run into a Demogorgon or something equally as nasty. 

He walked for a while without direction, trudging through the underbrush until the rustling of leaves behind him set his teeth on edge. His body moved before his mind had time to keep up. He spun on his heels, hand scrabbling to the forest floor in search of a weapon. It supplied him with a fallen tree branch, almost too large to heft comfortably, but he did it, running on adrenaline. He came face to face with a familiar, wide-eyed boy. 

“Holy shit, Harrington. Take it down like ten notches,” the boy grumbled, showing his upturned hands as though trying to calm a startled animal. 

Hawkins was a small town, the kind of place where everybody knew everybody. Steve knew the boy with deep brown eyes and dark hair, halloed by fallen leaves, was none other than Eddie Munson, or as he was colloquially known, ‘The Freak’. They’d gone to high school together. He thought the guy was due to repeat his senior year, again. He didn’t know what he was doing alone in the woods. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

You couldn’t blame him for being on high alert. Even if Eddie was someone he’d grown up with, that didn’t make him safe. Steve was still riled up after running down Billy Hargrove with his car. He was paranoid. He’d had a rough couple of years. 

“Collecting sticks,” Eddie breathed, indicating the large bundle in his hand. 

“Collecting sticks?” Steve echoed. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him. He couldn’t fathom why the guy was doing it.

“Yeah, I’m making a miniature log cabin for my D&D campaign, and you know, miniature logs are just... sticks—you don’t care, anyway. Sorry for startling you, my liege.” Steve tilted his head, thinking the acronym was familiar. 

“Is that the dragon game, with the Demogorgon and junk?” Eddie looked at Steve like he’d sprouted a third head.

“How the hell do you, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, know what D&D is?” 

Steve wished people would stop calling him that. Every time he heard the stupid nickname it felt like someone was rubbing chunks of asphalt into his gravel rash. He wondered if Eddie felt the same about his title. 

The old Steve would’ve used it just to spite the guy, to see what buttons he could push, not because he wanted to but because it was expected of him. It wasn’t an excuse. He knew that. Instead, Steve shrugged his shoulders and told the truth, something the old Steve never would’ve done.

“I babysit some nerds who play it,” he confessed. 

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. He was puzzled, amazed and, for once, a little intrigued. He’d never looked at Steve like that back in high school. The two rarely crossed paths and when they did, they never spoke. Sure, Eddie ranted about ‘jocks’ as a whole, but Steve had always just been one piece of a puzzle. It would seem redundant to yell at a patch of blue and grey for being a picture of the sky. 

“Why did you need to take up a babysitting gig?” 

To answer that, Steve had to embellish a little. Maybe he no longer liked lying about who he was, but he couldn’t exactly dump the cosmic mind fuck that was The Upside Down on some unsuspecting guy. 

“I needed money.” 

“You needed money? What, did you get cut off?” Steve shrugged in response. 

“Christ, what did you do? Piss in a family urn? Trash the house? Get a girl pregnant?” Eddie questioned.

“I think generally existing was enough to do it,” Steve mumbled, kicking at the dirt beneath his shoes. 

Eddie let out a low whistle. 

“Hey Harrington, think fast,” Eddie called, throwing the bundle of twigs in his direction. Steve dropped the branch and grabbed the bundle with wide eyes. 

“What was that for?” Steve choked. 

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods, anyway?” Eddie asked instead of responding. Steve shrugged, still cradling the bundle to his chest. 

“Avoiding my parents.” 

“You got any plans for the rest of the day?” Eddie spoke. Steve responded with a shake of his head. 

“Well, you know, this really is a two-person job, so if you wanted to come back to my place, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” 

For some reason, Steve agreed. 

Eddie had a habit of collecting strays. 

There was the cat he’d kept under the bed when he was six and the gathering of stray dogs that hung around the back of the trailer park that he’d been feeding for as long as he could remember. The same theory applied to people. He made friends with the loners, the weird kids, the ones with wide eyes and nowhere to go. He was a bleeding heart, so sue him. However, he’d never expected Steve Harrington to trigger his urge to protect and befriend. That really hit Eddie out of left field. 

Never in Eddie’s wildest dreams did he imagine he and Steve would be sitting across from each other at his small dining table, Steve’s knee pressed on the inside of Eddie’s thigh. The jock’s still hands held small bits of twigs in place as Eddie worked around him with his hot glue gun. The guy had seemed so lost, back in the woods, so unlike how Eddie remembered him. He knew about D&D for Christ’s sake. Eddie wondered if he’d woken up in an alternate universe because it seemed like Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. 

He asked Eddie about his goddamn log cabin, tavern. Then he’d pushed deeper. ‘Why do you need a bar in a game about dragons’? To which Eddie explained, of course, you do more than just fight dragons, which appeared to be news to Steve. Besides his friends, no one showed interest in Eddie’s ‘stupid little fantasy game’. With Steve, questions came thick and fast. Eddie loved every second of it. When he’d asked why Steve cared so much, the guy had shrugged his shoulders and muttered,

“I might be able to impress the kids.” 

Eddie decided to ask about ‘the kids’. He and Steve didn’t have much in common. Sure, the two could commiserate about high school together, but neither man was in the mood to do that. And god, Steve could talk about ‘the kids’. 

“I run a D&D club called Hellfire. If they’re starting high school this year, send ‘em my way. I’ll tuck your little ducklings under my wing. Keep the big scary jocks away from ‘em,” Eddie noted, feeling comfortable enough with Steve to take a jab at him. Steve surprised him again by snorting out a laugh.

“Make sure you do. That Jason kid’s a senior, right? Total psychopath. The kid would peg basketballs at pigeons.” 

By the time the sun set, the boys were in stitches and had a fairly decent log cabin to show for a day’s work. Eddie was surprised that the idea of Steve leaving set a pit in his stomach.

“Hey, Steve? We should do this again,” Eddie proposed, and Steve was too quick to agree. 

“I have work tomorrow morning, but how about the afternoon?” 

Eddie hadn’t expected the guy to be as keen as he felt. 

“It’s a date,” Eddie agreed, before promptly wanting to shove his head through a miniature log cabin. A date? Really, Munson? 

A flicker of amusement crossed Steve’s face as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his too-tight jeans. Mind out of the gutter, Munson. You were doing so well. 

“You’re weird, you know that?” Steve remarked, running his hand through his trademark hair, and yeah, Eddie should’ve expected that. 

Now Steve was going to call him a Freak, the ‘King Steve’, he’d heard about would make an appearance and Eddie would be glad he dodged a bullet by cutting his crush off at the knees before it had the chance to grow legs. 

“Weird is good,” Steve corrected, seeming aware of Eddie’s inner turmoil. 

“One thing I’ve learnt about myself since high school is that I like weird.”

Oh, no. Eddie was so gone for Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. 

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[deancaspinefest]

Take The Long Way Home

Author: sidewinder | Artist: caught-a-dragonfly (Sarah)

Posting on Monday April 15

Two months ago, the world didn’t end. But for Dean Winchester, who fully expected to sacrifice not just his life but his very soul in order to stop Amara? The celebration has been clouded by the disappearance of his best friend, Cas—the friend he’d started to realize meant more to him than he’d been willing to accept until now. The last anyone’s seen of Castiel was when he was banished from the bunker by Toni Bevell. The Brits swear they don’t have him. Neither Heaven nor Hell claim to know of his whereabouts. All of Dean’s calls, texts and prayers to the angel have gone unanswered, and Dean can’t help but worry that a "Winchester win" has once again come at a terrible price. One day hope finally arrives in a lead from an unexpected if not always trustworthy ally. However finding Cas might end up being only the first step in saving him—not simply from the forces holding him captive, but from the prison of his own mind.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

As Dean approached the galley, he saw the light on there already, meaning he wasn’t the only early bird up and about today. His mood brightened with a momentary spark of hope—Cas rarely slept, and when he was around the bunker, he usually enjoyed hanging around in the kitchen to read or watch cat videos and shit all night on one of their laptops. But Dean’s bubble of hope burst when he saw it was just his brother, sitting there in his sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, chugging a disgusting-looking green smoothie. Sam was no doubt ready to head out on his morning self-imposed torture session—that is, a five-mile run looping around the bunker to Lebanon and back.

Kid seriously had to be the devil’s vessel if he found that kind of physical torment enjoyable.

“Hey,” Dean grunted at his brother.

Sam looked up from his laptop at Dean and nodded. “Hey. You’re up early.”

“You too. Couldn’t sleep?”

“Rarely do.”

Yeah, that was something they had in common. “Anything up?” Dean asked on his way to fill the coffeepot with water. 

“Not really. Just restless, I guess. I found a case, maybe. Not that I was looking for one,” Sam added quickly. “But while I was searching for any signs of Cas, or Lucifer, I came across a news story about some strange deaths in Wichita. It’s not far from here, and—”

“If you wanna go hunt whatever it is, go for it,” Dean cut him off. “Take mom. I know she’s itching to get out of here and do somethin’ other than stare at our ugly mugs all day.” 

“Dean—”

“No, Sam. I mean it. Until I know where Cas is, I just can’t. My head’s not in the game.” A distracted hunter was a dead hunter. That was the rule their father had drilled into them as soon as they each could carry a weapon, and learn about the things that went bump in the night being real. A week ago, Dean had let Sam talk him into going on a “milk run” hunt to clear out a small vampire nest near Toledo and he’d nearly lost his neck thanks to not fully concentrating on the job at hand.

“Okay, I get it.”

“Do you?” Dean snapped. “Cas has been missing for two months, Sam! We have no idea where he is, if he even—”

Dean cut himself off. He couldn’t say it. Not out loud.

If he even survived.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday April 15)

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[baby-jaguar]

CoD Western AU and Mail Order Spouse Trope

Howdy!

Welcome to my version of a Wild West AU & Mail-Order Spouse Trope. Introduction of the reader scenario will be down below and a little digital art will be added in to show our lovely options of spouses. This is Gender Neutral.

This was my first Au and trope project I’ve worked on. While I learn and decide how I want to upload this, I hope everyone enjoys or just gets a kick out of this!

Introduction & Backstory

Your life wasn’t awful, per se, but sometimes you wonder if you say that to yourself to cope with what you’ve been through. Simply put, you were your family's breadwinner, caretaker, and damage controller. You were poor-ish, where you had to use scraps of fabrics to make your clothes, but yet your father could always afford a bottle to be in his hand, and your mother out on the porch smoking whatever she needed that day to cope and try to be a mom and wife.

Coat of many colors indeed.

You worked, and you have worked from a young age to continuously support your family as you didn't have a choice if you wanted to keep the roof over your head. Although, you were thankful that your mother was adamant you went to the schoolhouse and got at least a good amount of education.

After attending school for a few years until puberty, you were in the working class; your job as a domestic servant included the taste of farmhand, tailoring, and working to cann fruits that were grown on the farm. After a long shift on the warm and humid spring day, you walked back home to hear your father yelling as usual but stopped when you heard your name being spoken.

“As soon as we sell that damn nuisance, we’ll be rolling in dough. I can’t believe that damn bastard politician wants our kin. Said once he’s back from his campaign up north he’ll come meet ‘em.” He laughs before taking another swig of his drink, your mother laughing along with him as she has a lit pipe in the house for the first time in a long time.

Now, you to truly understand the depravity of this; the seriousness of her celebrating with a lit drug inside the house.

Your stomach drops, nausea rolling over you at the thought of them selling you off to the old and decrepit wealthy politician for marriage to get money. Money that they’ll blow through, having never learned to control their vices turned addictions.

A cold sweat breaks out on you as you swallow down the urge to expel the minimal amount of food in your worn-out body, and promptly turn around and walk back into town.

Walking the dark streets, you navigate quietly and hide behind the shadows of the night with only a few dimly lit light posts flickering their oil flame light. While walking the edge of the closed shops, you see a dirty newspaper thrown on the ground and almost step over it until a small headline catches your eye.

“FRONTIER MEN, LOOKING FOR CAPABLE SPOUSE”

Your eyes scan quickly over the matrimony company advertising for men located in the frontier lands, each searching for promising spouses and wanting to marry soon. You read over the information, seeing that the listed men below are located in newly booming towns out west, a few even located in mining towns or having their own company.

Your body zings with a chill of adrenaline at the thought of diving head first into chance and change, but you knew something much better could be awaiting you…

Should you do it?

looking around, the humid and small town looks back at you as you enter a hardened state of mind; What would become if you stayed here? The disgusting politician's new toy just to break? Your parents are already planning on how to drain their funds dry within a month of letting their addictions take over? You don't have friends, your boss is the closest thing to one just because you spend hours each and every day working.

Yeah.

You're gonna fucking do it.

Taking a seat, your eyes quickly scan down the page of advertisements, looking over the small blurbs of descriptions offered. The correspondence cost would be 10 cents, meaning you have one chance to get his attention and get the new life you need.

Simon Riley Biography, Meeting Simon,

John Price Biography, Meeting John

Kyle Garrick Biography, Meeting Kyle

John MacTavish Biography, Meeting Johnny

Phillip Graves Biography, Meeting Phillip

Alejandro Vargas Biography, Meeting Alejandro

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hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

Main Masterlist

Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

~

It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

~

Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

#beauty and the beast au #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #reader insert #buckybarnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter solider fanfiction #au #request

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What about a headcanon inspired by the tv show the nanny? Mike is a broadway producer and the reader is the nanny, and there is so much angst between them🥹

“The show was a hit tonight, Mike. Don’t beat yourself up over a couple of negative reviews.”

Michael silently shut the door to his five year old daughter’s bedroom, the glow from her night light disappearing. Michael brushed past you, frustration lining his features.

“Michael,” Y/N grabbed his hand, “Cheer up.”

Michael paused outside of his room. He looked over his shoulder at you, then his brown eyes descended to your hand in his. Tonight had a perfect start. He gifted you a diamond tennis bracelet from Tiffany’s and treated all three of you to a fancy dinner before the Broadway show. He’d been so caught up lately with work that he hadn’t expressed his appreciation for you being such a big help. He wouldn’t know what to do without you. Widower and single dad with a demanding job in New York City was a lot to carry on his own.

“I worked hard on this show, Y/N. Years. Maybe you’re right…maybe there will be more positive reviews…I took a chance at something different and I just want everyone to see the same vision as me.”

“They will. Those close to you know. I loved it. Everyone worked so hard. Sage was crying during the finale. She’s so proud of her daddy. I’m proud of you.”

Michael locked eyes with you before blinking away to fight tears. You’d never seen him like this. Usually he’s all put together but to see him so vulnerable made your heart swell. You stroke his hand with your thumb and pull him into a tight hug. Michael wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his cheek against your bare shoulder. His cologne burned your nose pleasantly. His strong arms felt secure and comforting.

“Thanks, Y/N. For real, without you…I would be lost. I was thinking…”

Michael sniffled and then used his thumb to wipe away a single tear from his left cheek. You were attentive, eyes searching his.

“…Maybe you should move in? Sage would love that…I’d love that.”

“A live-in nanny? Really?” You were shocked by him asking you. Usually, he’s throwing around orders and grating on your last nerve— part of your usual banter — you didn’t know what to say.

“Please? You can have the room you stay in right now. I’ll increase your salary, you won’t have to worry about anything anymore. What do you say?”

“I–Michael, this is crazy,” you smile, “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Michael returned the smile, his hand coming up to caress your arm, “Sage is gonna be so happy.”

“She can eat pancakes every morning now.”

“Not every morning, Y/N,” Michael gave you a stern look before a smile spread across his lips.

“I’m happy to see you smiling again.”

Michael stared at you for a while before dropping his gaze to his hands. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway.

“I just want to make my father proud. He doesn’t come to any of my shows but…to know that he’s proud of how far I’ve come? That warms my heart. My momma used to take me to Broadway shows on the weekends. I loved watching her dance ballet. She was so magical. After she passed, my dad didn’t want anything to do with theater. I felt like it was my destiny to keep the legacy going. It was either that or being a lawyer.”

“I bet he’s smiling right now knowing that his son is a successful Broadway producer. I bet your mom is looking down on you as proud as ever.”

Michael smirked at you, his eyes warm and glossy with tears that begged to fall. You lean in and kiss his cheek, lips slowly withdrawing from his skin. Michael met your eyes and without warning he’s pressing you against the wall opposite his room, hands on your waist and his fluffy lips against your red stained lips. His tongue dragged against yours hungrily. Your lips moved in sink like a sensual dance. Your hands were on his shoulders and then your fingers yanked his dress shirt aggressively. You’ve wanted this for so long.

Michael broke the kiss suddenly, staring at you with a mixture of lust and confusion. You press a hand against his cheek and reassure him with your touch that everything is okay.

“I’m sorry—we shouldn’t have done that—”

“It’s okay, Michael, it’s okay—”

“We have to keep thing’s professional between us, Y/N. I shouldn’t have kissed you—I’m sorry.”

Michael turned his back on you and your hand slipped from his warm cheek. You watched him enter his room quickly and you rushed to follow him but his door shut in your face. You stood their staring at the door with hurt swimming in your eyes.

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Mhin Rut Drabble

This is about Mhin having a rut due to their bird curse. If you are not 18+ please do not interact!

[Anatomy for both Mhin and the outsider will not be mentioned for everyone's own preferences]

Mhin has not been seen for days- which usually in of itself is not unusual for the lone hunter. It becomes an alarm when they have missed not only a job offering from Leander but also a check up with Kuras does alarm bells begin to sound.

When the decision had to be made of who would search for Mhin, I was chosen. "I would check on them myself, but the clinic has too many inpatients for me to leave unattended for long," Kuras casts a sympathetic look towards me.

"It's alright! I know you're asking me to do this because I'm the only one outside of you that Mhin even pretends to tolerate." at my mention of the Hunter's distain for others Kuras heaves a sigh, "I fear that their standoffish demeanor is the reason for their absence. Please find them soon and bring them here if their injuries are serious."

I chuckle at the doctor's assumption that Mhin's disappearance is due to a brawl of sorts as a head out the clinic doors and into lowtown.

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Wondering the streets searching for a short cloaked figure all day would end with the same results of everyone else's promise to " keep an eye out" for Mhin while they went about their own business. I hoped that checking in spots I knew they frequented would yield better outcomes but I was sadly mistaken.

No silver hair blowing in the wind at the bridge the street cats napped on. No gray eyes trying not to obviously ogle the pastries in the bakery display. No cloaked figure searching the walls of the Senobium for a weakness.

I sighed as I made my way back down to lowtown. The sun was already setting and soon I would be returning to the Wet Wick to meet Kuras empty handed. I supposed if they would be that easy to locate they would have been found already.

As I walked the streets around me looked familiar as I recalled that I'm actually close to where Mhin lodges on the rare occasion they are not out hunting monsters or answers. I had visited Mhin's room once when Kuras had asked me to deliver some medicine to them after a bad encounter with a Soulless left them with stiches.

The woman seated at the desk didn't even spare me a glance as I walked through the lobby and up to the room I remembered from my first visit weeks prior. As I walked further down the hall I felt more and more ridiculous with every step I took. Someone has surely checked for Mhin in the place they deemed safe enough to call residence! I shook off the thoughts as I stopped in front of their door. Even if that is true, perhaps Mhin wasn't there when they checked; I'm already at their door so I might as well say I tried.

As I lifted my hand to knock I freeze when I hear a strange sound from inside. It sounds almost like a mix between a groan and a squawk followed by the sound of rustling sheets. Worry fills my body as I quickly rap on the door; when there is no reply I identify myself to them. There is another one of those strange groans as I hear a shaky response of "Go away," from behind the door.

"Mhin, please let me in. Kuras has been worried about you. I can help you back to the clinic where you can receive proper care." There is a single dry laugh in response before they continue, "There's no point, this... issue isn't anything I haven't delt with before." I hear them choke down a grown at the end of their sentence before the other side of the door fell silent once again.

I rack my brain for all the alchemic remedies for ailments I was taught under my old teacher as I speak out, "I may not be a doctor... But I studied under an alchemist for years and I know some remedies for human inflic-" my sentence is interrupted by a loud bang from inside the room as I hear Mhin growl out, "You don't know anything about my condition."

"Then let me understand! Mhin, how are we supposed to work together to find our cures if you won't let me help you when you're sick?" This time their voice is small as they speak, "That's the issue. This illness is part of my curse. It won't stop happening until I find a cure."

My heart aches for them as I lean my head against their door. "Mhin... Even if I can't find an antidote for your condition right now, surely there is something I can do. Helping each other is what accomplices do." There is a sigh from the other side as I hear the sound of sheets and then bare footsteps coming closer before the door is unlocked.

As the door opens I step back and gasp as I evert my eyes and a blush begins to form on my features. Mhin stands holding onto the doorframe wearing only their undergarments- a far cry from their usual full head to toe coverage. Their skin is flush and glistens with sweat as they pant while staring at me. I steel myself before turning my gaze back to them as I look them in the eyes. Mhin needs help and I need to prove myself as an ally to them.

Their tongue quickly darts out to lick their lips and I curse myself for following the movement. My eyes flit back to theirs as they clear their throat, "You... you really want to try to help?" I try my best to show how earnest I am as I respond, "Mhin, please, I'll do anything..." my only warning is a growl from them as I am dragged into the room.

Mhin tosses me onto the bed with an ease that I so quickly forget they possess. As I land I get my first proper look at their room. Furniture is crooked and only a crack of the setting sun is able to make its way into the room through the curtains. The bed I now lay on is covered in black feathers and the sheets are drenched in sweat.

I cannot bring myself to care though as Mhin crawls onto the bed as well and cages me under them. Their pupils hold a dangerous red to them like when we first met as they tower over me. Those eyes flit over my body and I unconsciously react with a shiver that causes their eyebrows to twitch. Their gray eyes find mine again as they growl, "I'll show you why my curse is too dangerous..."

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[funmalibmillie]

Yeah...I posted the next chapter of "Ripple" on Ao3 just because I wanted to and to show off my rubber ducky MHA collection...NO REGERTS!

Chapter 3: The Plan at the Hero Gala

Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing was in Epic Enigma that the nerd didn’t already have that would impress him. Fuck. Maybe I can find something online. Something’s gotta be out there that he doesn’t have…wait…That Fucking Rubber Duckie. Of course! Well, that’s only if the nerd hasn’t gotten it already since then. 

Izuku went on and on about the “highly coveted” pro-hero collector’s piece when it was first released in the winter of their second year at UA and again when an online auction came up for it around their graduation. The greenie basically vomited his excitement to whatever poor soul would listen and when he showed an online picture of it to Katsuki, it was the most ridiculous thing the blonde ever saw. It was manufactured to look just like All Might; the pro-hero’s usual flamboyant, bright, blonde animatedly-double-spiked hair had transformed into unexpected smooth plastic waves and two fists were raised in the air ready and itching to unleash any set of his signature “SMASH” attacks. His trademark smile, a curve that settled courage and sent fear scuttling in the hearts of villains whenever he announced “I am here!”, was etched into his beak. The Tubbz All Might, robed in a fondly cartoony costume and blended the classic rubber duck yellow with the iconic red, white, and blue of All Might’s suit. It was—Katsuki could acknowledge—a fairly accurate scaled-down version of the real deal that managed to retain the essence of All Might's mighty persona. Only 3000 were ever made. 

Izuku never got the damn thing when it was first released though (nor the second chance of the auction), and he was downcast for 3 fucking weeks afterward. He was also acting really strange around Katsuki at the same time and wasn’t even focused during their regular spars. Fed-up, the ash blonde finally asked Izuku what the fuck was up with him and eventually the latter spilled the beans. Whether those musical fruits tooted truths were a different concern. Apparently, the nerd was going to get the ludicrous duck that winter and saved up a good amount of cash from his side jobs and paid hero work studies to get the expensive ass thing, but he got caught up in a villain attack and by the time he got to the store, they were all gone. Katsuki believed it—some part of it anyway, though he couldn’t figure out why he questioned it. Consider it a second quirk (or love), but he could always tell when something was going on with Izuku even when he wouldn’t communicate it and vice versa. However, the blonde reasoned that without a doubt, something like a villain attack would be the only sensible reason the nerd would miss an opportunity to get more All Might merch, especially a collectible like that. 

While on the way to the parking garage, Katsuki did a quick check on his phone to search for whatever information might be available for the absurd plastic aviary. What he saw made him stop in his tracks, bottom jaw practically hitting the floor with his eyebrows punching the ceiling. 

“110,838,750 YEN!!!???” he screams aloud. Luckily, the garage was clearing out since the mall was now closed but a few people did look over at him curiously. This duck, as it turns out —which under normal circumstances is just a toy, an old school child’s bath time plaything—is the most expensive All Might collector’s piece in the world right now. (110,838,750 yen = 750,000 US dollars). Granted, it was expensive when it first launched, but damn. Rubber ducks? Who knew?! 

Shit. It also looks like people are keeping the genuine items to themselves since only knock-offs are being sold online. Katsuki sighs. This is not good. I gotta be able to find or do something. Maybe the hag— “HELL NO!” He says aloud to himself rushing to his car. Am I really getting that desperate?

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“What. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Echoes the older basically female version of Katsuki. 

Katsuki (settling on one of his parents’ living room chairs as they opened the Warrenco box, sipping on tea his father just made): “That’s exactly what I said when I saw the damn things.”

“Well, we still have ones that we’ve created in the past as options.” Sighs his father coming from behind his wife.

“Yeah, good thing too. Going to the shrine in these may border on disrespecting it, if anything” Mitsuki groans, still looking over the Kimonos. “Worst. Business. Deal. Ever.”

Katsuki hadn’t seen his mother give that type of look since she found out how her son treated Izuku in their teen years. It was part of his therapy to grow from who he used to be and become a better version of himself. That facial expression was one of helpless disappointment, an acceptance without a fight of what cannot be changed. A sight he absolutely hated seeing on her as it didn’t fit the powerhouse that was and is Mitsuki Bakugo: “Tch. I’ll say, but maybe we can figure something out,” the young Bakugo offers.

“Nah, kid.” She forlornly replies, nodding her head. “Just let it be. Luckily, your father and I handled our retirement savings very well and we are set for the rest of our days.”

“Yep. No need to worry, kiddoe.” Softly interjects Masaru. He’s always been more gentle-natured than Mitsuki, but no less fierce. He’s a lot like Izuku in that regard. Quiet and kind on the outside, but smoldering with a vibrancy and passion underneath revealing itself only under certain circumstances. That very vibrancy showed in the sadness exuding from his brown eyes toward the kimonos as well. “It’s just a shame to see what Bakusan has been turned into…” The brunet man sighs. “Oh Well. Can’t change the past, now can we?”

“Sad to say, honey. Sad to say.” She puts the disasters back into the box, then takes a seat on the couch next to her husband. A brief moment of impromptu silence lies between the 3 for the dismal outcome of their familial fashion legacy. 

Bringing some life back to the room, Mitsuki grabs her tea: “Well. Katsuki, great job on your rise in the hero ranking recently!”

Masaru (mirroring the same actions of his wife): Yeah, son. You and Izuku are doing fantastic! 

“Thanks.” Weakly nods the young blond, still disappointed in his search from earlier that drew bare results. 

Masaru: What’s up, son? Something on your mind?

“No.” Katsuki quickly responds.

“Does that long face have anything to do with Izuku’s engagement tonight?” Mitsuki plainly states.

Katsuki (jolts to attention in his seat): WHAT?! How do YOU know about that? 

Mitsuki: Yo-Kun asked Inko and Yagi if he could personally come over and invite us to your New Years Hero Gala tonight so we could be there when it happens. Said Zuzu would probably appreciate the people he loves being there to witness it.

Katsuki (scoffs to hide his jealousy): Like I give a damn what SHinDo YoOo does. As long as Izuku is…happy. Right? Right.

Both parents wore a similar cloak of concern. It’s clear that they wanted Katsuki’s happiness, and that this was a touchy subject even though their son never voiced it openly. Years upon years of observing their child made them keenly aware of his subtle nuances of behavior when it came to his interactions with Izuku, and seeing him in this melancholic phase broke their hearts.

Masaru (sighs): Son, please know. We’re not trying to pry. We just know that despite both of your…pasts, you did have feelings for each other.

Mitsuki (lightly chuckles): Even when you were a tiny brat, I remember you walked up to Inko one day dragging a cherub-pink cheeked Izuku with you and asked her if you could marry him right then and there. You even promised to give him one of your favorite rings you got out of a cereal box.

Katsuki shoots a glance towards his parents and offers a blue smile at the memory. Winds of unease howled within him, knots churned his insides, making swallowing the familiar air of his childhood home unusually difficult.

Katsuki (slouching in his seat and turning his gaze toward the ceiling): I do still have feelings for him, but I fucked up. Badly. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, I guess. I know it’s too late now…probably…but I—

"Katsuki” Masaru says, noticing his son’s increasing discomfort. “Your mother and I may not know everything about the complexities of what you and Izuku have, but we do know this—an unexpressed feeling is a feeling wasted. No matter the outcome. You have the chance to tell him and at the very least…get it off your chest, son."

Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat, grateful for their encouragement and responded with genuine sincerity. "Yeah…thanks."

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Arriving later at his high-end flat overlooking the city he served as a pro-hero, Katsuki fulfills his personal promise of laying down for a quick 15 minutes thinking over the two main events of the day that have occupied his mind. Izuku and the Girl from the mall…Kisassa was it? Close enough. She seemed familiar, but not… What did she mean by “it” happening on New Year’s Eve and that she could help? Katsuki was going to steal the nerd back before the proposal went down, so was she referencing something else? She looked too young to be involved in villainy, but to be fair so did damn Toga Himiko. Furthermore, all of his classmates were too fucking young to be involved in a whole goddamn war, so it’s possible. Still, he simply didn’t have enough information to go on because there wasn’t necessarily a threat since she didn’t specify any explicit danger, only that Katsuki shouldn’t be “too sad.” Over what? Deku getting proposed to? How would she even know that? Maybe someone leaked something on social media? Unlikely. It would be EVERYWHERE right now, if so.

The blond sighs and withdrew further into his solitude. Too much emotion for one day for a young hero who built his reputation on almost callousness and a head of pride for inevitable, indisputable wins against villains. Would I really be that sad over this shit? It’s just… marriage…between Shindo Ho and…Izuku. It’s just a…commitment…to be exclusive together…most marriages don’t even last long right? Oh…he hated this. Absolutely fucking hated this. The thought was like acid eating away at his heart. Despair coursed through his veins, poisoning his thoughts. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it quickly. 

Izuku…is getting proposed to. Tonight. How did this happen? Katsuki tried his damnedest to come up with some way to win him back but all efforts were in vain. At first, grand schemes filled his mind, but the more he brainstormed, the more ridiculous his ideas seemed. At some point, he conjured up visions of himself renting a Clydesdale horse and riding to theGala with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, with mood music fit for the cheesiest romance novels and hallmark movies playing in the background for some old-time romantic chivalry. This is what I get for being so stupid all this time. I got nothing. Nothing to give the nerd. Damnit. I barely have anything to say, and I fucking suck at words. Maybe I can kiss the living shit out of him, take him home away from the party and fuck him senseless until he forgets Pan-Quake’s name and forgets the stupid proposal. It’s a terrible, shitty idea, so let’s make that Plan B just in case… 

Fuck! Think, Katsuki THINK! 

Of course, Plan A and/or B to Z all rode completely on if Izuku still had feelings for him. 

No way. You can’t just fall out of love with someone so easily…can you? Somewhere inside of him, Deku is still in love with me, right? Waiting for me? Shit. I wouldn’t have waited on me. I should’ve just told him the damn truth all those years ago. 

Katsuki laid there for a few moments longer, his mind meandering the serpentine paths of the past. They completed each other. Their relationship—even in a platonic sense—was a pandemonium of prowess and kick-assery, Deku and Dynamight, Izuku and Katsuki, the best damn heroes the world had ever seen in their UA days: The Wonder Duo.

And it’s about to be the best, damn hottest hero couple if I have any say in it—determines the blonde, huffing himself out of bed to shower and prepare for the evening. 7:58PM. The party starts at 10. I’ll have to think of this more as I get ready. 

However, the more Katsuki thought about it, he couldn’t come up with anything that would convince the nerd to fall into his arms. Over the years, Katsuki let his insecurities, his drive and relentless pursuit of topping the hero charts call him away, time and again, from even building a basic friendship with Izuku. If he was a brutal, bullying, abusive asshole to the greenette as a teen, then he pulled a parkour over the 180 concept of a healthy friendship and became a neglectful, apathetic, and distant…acquaintance? In the back of his mind, he was sure that he had dug his grave already in this and it was too late, but he topped that thought with a tombstone quickly. This was mission impossible, and Katsuki fucking Bakugo was anything but a man who shied away from a challenge. 

He had to win Izuku back. But how? It pained him to admit it, but he could see why someone would fall for Shindo. It was exactly what he thought on the rooftop when lied to Izuku and told him he didn’t love him. Shindo may come off as a kiss-ass, but generally he is a kind hero, has a magnetic personality and that showed through from the bastard on the day of provisional licensing exam. Yeah, he can get a little frustrated sometimes as all heroes do, but he’s passionate about protecting people, as evident of him almost dying from shielding from Muscular (trying to anyway) the shitty stragglers who refused sanctuary during the war before Izuku saved him. He's a leader by default and overall the people of Japan really like him as a hero. In comparison, Katsuki wasn't charming like Shindo or Izuku; he didn't have the composure of a man who brought heartwarming emotions of comfort and compassion on the hero field, just the rush of a win and the thrill of the fight. While he couldn’t personify the fuzziness of ease, he could bring the empowering ecstasy of victory. He and Izuku balanced out each other perfectly there.

Katsuki wiped the condensed fog of his shower off his bathroom mirror and stared into crimson, inhaling and exhaling in defeat. In the end, the only idea that stuck was the simplest, and perhaps the hardest: talking to Izuku. He would pour his heart out and let his feelings be known. It was a risky move, but he had nothing more to lose. 

Hoping to strike the attention of a certain green haired man, he donned his best Bakusan suit -designed with such grandeur, it practically screamed luxury and flair as loud as the hero himself. The ensemble featured an intoxicating blend of provocative red and ominous black. The red, a resplendent vermillion, represented the passion and sheer undying determination which Katsuki held within his core. It was as vibrant as the crimson sunrise encapsulated in his irises, laced with the intense ferocity of a raging wildfire. This luxurious cerise was artistically intertwined with the all-defining, all-absorbing black like nightwar-tinted camouflage, whispering tales of the countless battles he had endured. Striking the perfect balance, the black threading pattern pulsed down like blood rushing through his veins, assertively emphasizing the well-toned muscles that lay beneath.

It sculpted his physique perfectly; complimenting the latent strength it veiled beneath. The exquisite thread piece catered to the sharp geometrics of his shoulders, tracing down his V-tapered torso. As much as it echoed a regal elegance, it ensured no hindrance to his athletic prowess either - a crucial attribute for the hero's regular responsibilities. The ensemble was completed with the crimson mantle flowing from his shoulders. A majestic cascade that rippled in the night breeze; it whispered tales of fiery courage and unwavering bravery. At its border, ebony flames licked up, the black merging with the red, representing the everlasting battle between chaos and order, feared by many but championed by one—The Dynamight: Katsuki Bakugo.

He embodied elegance, resilience, mystery, a loud proclamation of intended justice, and the intimidating whisper of lurking danger all welded into one. Katsuki wore the damn suit as one dons their purpose, promising the city a hero, as much by ambition as by action…and tonight, Katsuki was going to be a man of all action.

I’m coming for you, nerd. I won’t let anyone else have you but me. 

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On the evening of December 31st 2199, nestled within the metropolis of Musutafu, glistened an edifice of grandiose architecture, the Imperial Hotel. This sanctuary of opulence and sophistication bore within its heart a marvel of a strictly elegant design—the Grand Ballroom. 

On this particular night, it was set to entertain the pro-heroes of Japan—the new and the veteran. The entrance to the ballroom hinted at the mesmerizing spectacle within. High lacquered mahogany doors adorned with intricate gold embellishments displaying scenes from ancient folklore swung open into an immense hall. As guests stepped over the threshold, they were swiftly immersed in another realm—one carved out of countless tales of bravery and valor. The centerpiece was a colossal crystal chandelier, suspended right at the heart of the ballroom. It showered the room in a cascade of glittering luminescence, reflecting off the polished marble floor and spiraling up the cascading ivory drapery that adorned the walls, creating an infinite galaxy of lights. The brass of the grandfather clock in the corner shielded with concrete dragons on either side glowed under this radiant illumination, ticking in soft thuds resonating like heartbeats of the evening.

The air was thick with the scent of Imperial Lilies, their blossoms artistically arranged in ornate silver vases resting atop shimmering black granite pedestals at the corners. Their floral melodies filled the air, an olfactory orchestra, harmonizing with background notes of cedarwood and amber silk from the polished dancefloor and upholstered velvet seats, respectively. A grand stage was set at one end of the ballroom, graced by a majestic grand piano, its polished ebony and ivory keys yearning for the artistic fingers of the pianist. Twin ornamental Torii gates framed the stage, cascading soft red light over the piano, lending a mystical aura of the ancient Shinto shrines.

Above them, the grandeur of the ballroom, bathed in delicate light's warmth, echoed the guests’ courage back to them. The room was more than just architecture—it represented a sanctuary of valor, a stage set for the brave and bold, an Imperial tribute to the heroes that held Japan's spirit high. Heroes of yesterday met eyes with the heroes of tomorrow, an acknowledgment of their shared purpose—bravery, sacrifice, and nobility.

Waltzing in exactly at 11PM—fashionably late, of course, because it’s classy and not because he spent 15 minutes in his car trying to psych himself up—Katsuki took a deep breath. He was ready, even if he wasn’t. Let’s. Fucking. Go. He adjusted the collar of his suit and weaved his way through the crowd along the wall looking for a familiar grove of viridian. This was not just any night. It was THE night. One that screamed: ‘Watch out world because Katsuki Bakugou will bare his soul!' Each step he took screamed an imposed confidence.

“Bakubro! Whoa, you look great!” Calls out Kirishima who catches him mid-prowl for the green man.

“I know, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki answers with a heightened level of self-assurance he didn’t possess earlier. He felt unstoppable and even gave the red hero a shock: “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Kirishima: Whoa! The Katsuki Bakugou giving out compliments? Is this part of a New Year’s Resolution plan or what?

Katsuki: Oh nothing. Just feeling really good about tonight.

Kirishima (ticks a single eyebrow up): Oh, oh yeah? Even with the whole…proposal-

Katsuki (cuts him off with a smirky grin): —Especially, with the proposal.

Kirishima stared at him like he grew a second head. This is a complete shift in personality from this morning: “So, uh…what’s got you in such a good mood, Kat?”

Katsuki: I’m gonna tell him.

Kirishima: Tell who what, bro?

Katsuki (rolls his eyes as if the answer is obvious): I’m gonna confess to Deku.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: What?

Kirishima: Oh…s-sorry about that. I zoned out for a minute. My bad. Uh, C-Can you repeat that?

Katsuki (Sighs in frustration): I said… I’m. Going. To. Confess. To. Deku.

Kirishima (furrows his brow momentarily at the blonde before his eyes widened like he finally understood the meaning behind an ancient prophecy): Oh…OH! Wow! I get it now! Good for you, bro! Just getting it off your chest before the wed-“

Katsuki: No, I’m taking Deku from Shindo tonight.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Oi…

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Shitty Hair!

“Ya know, the last time I saw Kiri look like this, we were called to a domestic dispute and was met by some butt-naked, intoxicated guy, high off his ass on hallucinogens covered in his own shit and jerking off on the front his lawn shouting at us claiming to be Jesus.” 

Denki’s comment suddenly jolts the red and ash blond men out of their conversation toward the remaining bakusquad approaching them.

“Lookin’ hot, Blasty! Now, what’s this I hear about a certain Green Bean?” Mina includes, amused by the still look of shock stapled onto her partner’s face.

“Oh…” Kirishima voices, finally awake from his confused trance. He glances at Katsuki and back at their friends, coughs into his fist as if it will cover up his next sentence “Bats-KATS! K-Kats here is uh…going to try to…win back Midobro…by confessing to him… tonight.”

Katsuki: I’m not gonna try to win him back, Shitty Hair—

Sero (wipes his hand across his forehead in dramatic fashion): OH, WHEW!!! You had me in the first half, I’m not gonna li—

Katsuki: I AM gonna win him back. As soon as I find him and get him away from Pan-Quake for a minute.

Bakusquad (all wearing Kirishima’s look from earlier toward Katsuki): …………………

Katsuki: OI!

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[nineteen-nineseven]

part 1. a friend you can keep

inspired by this song

1,119 words

Her shift at Med finished later than usual thanks to an abnormal high volume of paperwork she had to finish. Her wrist felt sore by the time she signed the last couple of reports and all she wanted was to wind down after a long day. A couple of her colleagues mentioned going over to Molly’s as they were leaving, so that’s where she decided to head to. Even though it’s been a few hours and she doubts there was going to be any movement there by this time of the night. But it didn’t matter because that was not the reason she was going.

Molly’s felt like a second home in Chicago since the times she spent as a paramedic at 51 before going back to med school. She watched that place being built from zero. From Hermann, Gabby and Otis arguing countless times at the break room, to it being a safe haven for all first responders in Chicago to relax after a day of saving lives. And for her, especially, it felt like a small part of 51 that she was still part of.

She could tell from the sidewalk that the movement had started to slow down for the night. The music was no longer playing and the TV had been turned off. A few identifiable voices could still be heard, though. She pushed the heavy wooden doors and was instantly greeted by Gabby about to head home. “Hey, girl!” she exclaimed in surprise by the sight of the old friend entering the place and greeted her with a quick kiss on the left cheek. “Too bad you just got here. We should catch up sometime!” She nodded, returning the smile as she made way past her.

Inside the bar she could see three familiar faces: Hermann and Mouch sat on a table in the corner, chatting about some other business projects; and Otis behind the bar cleaning up some glasses. The older men in the corner of the room briefly acknowledged her presence before turning back to their own conversation. Otis shook his head at them, offering the woman a friendly smile. He nodded to the stool in front of him and she sat down on it, leaning against the counter.

“Thought you were never going to come back again” He joked. “I know you’re busy hanging out with your rich doctor friends but you could at least visit your 51 family every once in a while.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “I didn’t think you were the jealous type, Otis. Green really doesn’t suit you.”

“Ouch.” He laughs, putting a hand over his chest playfully. “We miss you, that’s all I’m trying to say.” She grinned, feeling her cheeks flush a little bit. “You know I miss you guys too. A lot. But school’s been kicking my ass lately.” He puts down one of the glass he’s been cleaning and looks at her sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. Can I get you anything?” She nods and he immediately picks up two glasses and puts them down on top of the counter. “In that case, I’ll get you something extra special. From my personal stash.” He searches through the bottles hidden in a cabinet behind the bar and pours two glasses of whatever liquor he found. She didn’t care too much what it was. He’d always seemed to know exactly what she’d like and at this point she trusted his taste more than her own. Hermann and Mouch seemed to be getting into a heated argument, so Otis gestured for the two of them to head to the patio. So they could talk without disturbing whatever multi-million idea they were discussing.

She chuckled at the two of them bickering in the background. They’ve always been like this, so it felt nostalgic. The two friends sit beside each other on a table away from the door. They sip on their drinks in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before he breaks the silence. “Is everything okay?”

He puts his glass down and looks at her. She shrugs, struggling to find the words to answer her long-time friend. “I have no idea.” She lets out an awkward chuckle, stealing a worried smile from his lips. “I’m just tired. This job can be overwhelming sometimes. It gets kinda lonely too.” She sighs and takes a sip of her drink. “Can’t you guys all come work at Med with me?”, the two laugh. “I don’t think Chief Boden would approve of that. Besides, I don't think any of us would make great doctors. Unlike you, Doc.” He smiles, nudging her side softly, making her smile shyly as well.

She put her empty glass down on the table and gently rested her head on his shoulder. Maybe it was the booze, but she felt her face burn hotter at the proximity. Otis was one of the first friends she had made at 51 and as the months went by they became closer and closer. At one point her feelings for him became so big that she couldn’t draw the line between their friendship and her massive crush on him. She was well aware that they were not reciprocated, though. And she was okay with it. At least she thought she was. Leaving 51 for med school offered her a chance of a new beginning in love, but she didn’t seem to like nobody else as much as she liked him.

She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, wishing her mind would quiet down just for a few seconds so she could soak up this very rare moment between them. With both of them working on such busy schedules, she never knew when that would happen again. Suddenly, the silence was broken by his soft, almost whispering tone. “You’re going to be okay.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her hairline, which made her heart sink a little bit.

She slowly sat up straight again and looked into his hazel eyes, that looked even better under the soft lights of the patio. “You really are one of my best friends, Brian.” He chuckles softly. “That’s a good thing, right?”.

She stared at him with a soft smile, not sure what to answer. Suddenly it didn’t make sense to hide her feelings anymore. He stared back at her, his soft expression turning into a confused one as he waited for the woman to say something.

“We are friends, yes…” she said, “I’m not sure if that’s what I want anymore”.

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[backjustforberena]

hey your little subheading blurb thing on your blog says Bernie Wolfe is self-sacrificing and Serena Campbell is self-destructive and i’m really curious about that because i thought that given their, well, everything, it would be the other way around. serena giving up pretty much every part of herself for those around her. i think it might of been you or bonnissance that said that she’d light herself on fire to keep those around her warm. and bernie’s tendency to avoid conflict and do her best to either gloss over things until she really really can’t, or commit to a stance and let it drive her, and anything else it takes, into the ground, overwhelmingly to her own detriment. so your perspective has surprised me for a while. could you explain? absolutely no stress if not. no rush or pressure, just if you have time and interest i’d love to hear your thought process. if you’ve already spoken about this and don’t really want to rehash it, is there anyway for me to find that? might be a long shot, but maybe some tag you used that i can search your blog for? anyway. would love to know your thoughts!

Hello! Sorry it's taken me a while to get to this. It's been a busy time and it's been a while since I got to go on a merry old meta rant for Berena, who I still love with all my heart. I'm happy to go through my reasoning. I don't think I've ever said anything massively specific to your question, though all my meta is tagged with "berena" as are my gifs. There's also the "bad meta" tag, though that's recently had some Corlys and Rhaenys put in there again.

So my little bio thing of "Bernie Wolfe is self-sacrificing and Serena Campbell is self-destructive" is generally in reference to their break-up. It fits in other contexts but it's instinctively towards the break-up they have at Jason's wedding and all the events surrounding it. You're right to point out that they both have displayed each trait but if you stay with me, I'll do into a little bit of why I chose each for each.

Any questions, do follow up!!

BERNIE WOLFE IS SELF-SACRIFICING.

Bernie, over the course of her time on Holby, sacrifices a lot. Even before we get to really know her, she gives up her job at the Army in order to give her family a shot. In the aftermath of the kiss, when she talks to Serena, she's sacrificing whatever feelings she might have so that Serena is comfortable. When she goes to Ukraine, in her head, it's because if she moves too fast then she'll lose Serena. It's what she feels she should do.

When Serena loses Elinor, the support is given and I think there's enough to infer that she's pulling more work off of Serena, hence her business. She's steady in holding Serena's hand and talking to Jason and Jasmine. She pushes aside her own feelings; getting rid of the space she might need to feel in order to get the job done.

For me, sacrifice is done quietly and Bernie is constantly quiet. She will have these wars but she will have them within herself. When she "sacrifices" then it's usually wrapped up in notions of duty and honour and the soldier mindset that I think is pretty core to her character.

There is evidence that Bernie avoids conflict. But when she does, to my best recollection, it's by way of surrender. Bernie surrenders. Even when it's not what she'd really want. And she keeps her dignity. Does that make sense? Like when she was all gung-ho about the trauma unit closing but by the time it came down to it, she recognised the implications and left quietly. She had the fire, but it would have been fruitless and it would have been to the detriment of the team she had built. She'd get rid of herself for her team.

So, when we look at the break-up specifically, Bernie sacrifices her dream job, then her relationship, and to a larger extent, her own happiness, in order to give Serena a chance. She doesn't fight it. She doesn't want to. She accepts it without fuss. And she slips out of the back door. To me, that's more sacrificial than it is destructive. She's the passive participant.

Serena sacrifices. But, if you look at the fire metaphor you gave, the problem is with fire is that if you set yourself on fire... there's no guarantee you're not going to burn others in the blaze.

SERENA CAMPBELL IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE.

Serena gives every part of herself and she does so aggressively. I think that's the main difference! Serena is aggressive in her care for her Mum and so focused and clenched and unwilling to admit she is wrong or needs help. It means she gets physically abused, literally destroying herself because she won't open up to her friends or staff or get in carers. She alienates people because of it.

She self-sabotages when it comes to romantic relationships. She lashes out and nearly destroys her career and relationships after Elinor dies. She twists herself up and becomes so dark. To me, that's destructive rather than sacrificial.

When looking at the break-up... the break up did not need to happen. They'd been close before and they'd pulled it back from the brink. The cheating was out in the open and Bernie had decided they were going to make it work and that it could be fixed, and Serena wants to believe it. But she can't, because of her actions.

Serena goes into Albie's thinking she's doomed the relationship or will always doom the relationship. None of this is brought up by Bernie. Bernie thinks they can move past the cheating. So, because Serena is so guilty about it... she lights a match. She convinces herself and she instigates that break-up. She's the active participant.

When Bernie "dies" and Serena thinks she's lost her forever, the whole blame is put on her. She knows she could have stopped Bernie. She didn't sacrifice her own happiness as she did destroy her chance for it.

That's why I say all that. Bernie is passive, quiet and the one to leave. Serena is active, forceful, and the one left. One sacrifices, one destroys.

Does that make sense?

#bernie wolfe #serena campbell #berena #bad meta #holby city #i'm a bit rusty on my holby meta!!

[fullmetalscullyy]

day 1 - the kind gesture

12 days - 12 oneshots | a collection of oneshots to celebrate royai

rated: g | words: 1928

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[part 1 of 2]

an: it’s that time of year again my dudes!!! :D welcome back or welcome to another one of my royai advent calanders. i hope you enjoy the mix of young royai, royai aus, and royai fluff :) 🎄🎄

this year i'll be doing something different! there will only be 12 fics, rather than the usual 24, due to various reasons. they will be posted every second day, finishing on the 24th. hope you enjoy!

Riza slipped away from her companion as he poured over the alchemy books in the shop. He didn’t even notice, too engrossed in the words scrawled across the page to pay attention to his friend.

She was pleased she could see to her own business in peace. Riza enjoyed Roy’s company, but this was something she wanted to keep secret. It was something just for her.

At the back of the shop, young Riza had come across a book of fairy tales she’d set her heart on months ago. It had captured her mind so easily, the prose within carrying her to worlds and adventures she could only dream of. She was able to picture the story so clearly in her mind and it brought forth so much joy.

It was an old book though. Not in the best condition, and rare, apparently, so it was expensive. She’s saved up her cenz for months to try and buy it. She’d even taken up odd jobs around the town – helping old Mrs. McCoy by fetching her groceries every week and weeding the garden for Mr. Jack – who’d insisted she take their payment. Riza had been vehemently against the prospect of being paid for her work, but Mrs. McCoy was a crafty one. She’d managed to sneak Riza’s payment into her bag one day, along with her neighbour’s offering, Mr. Jack. So each and every one of those cenz were saved for this book.

With her heart pounding against her ribcage, Riza meandered to the back of the shop, still scanning the shelves to not appear too obvious or eager in her search. Her hands shook with nerves, so they were fisted by her side tightly to keep them under control.

Even as she tried to control her heartrate – not wanting to get her hopes up too much – it rebelled against her. It refused to be tamed and her excitement grew as she approached the shelf.

In her excitement, Riza’s eyes scanned the shelf too quickly. She exhaled and looked through it again, not seeing it in her eager scan the first time. The muscles of her neck shook as she turned her head side to side, anxious to find the book she’d come to covet and so desperately wanted – even though she knew she shouldn’t.

There was a reason it was kept a secret. She wanted it all to herself. Something just for her, that she could enjoy, outside her father’s influence. Truthfully, Riza did not know how he would react if she asked for such a thing from him. Perhaps he’d dismiss it, or he’d advise her there were better things for them to spend their money and time on.

But young Riza was determined. She wanted this book. It made her happy.

“Can I help you, Miss Riza?”

She jumped at the sudden approach of the shopkeeper, Mrs. Jones. The older woman smiled down at Riza kindly, but she still felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“I was looking for –”

“The book you enquired about a while back?”

Riza nodded.

Her stomach fell and her heart stuttered in her chest at the sight of Mrs. Jones’ sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but that book has since been sold.”

Riza’s shoulders slumped. She felt all the nervous energy flee her limbs. In its place, defeat and disappointment took over, blazing through her and making her chest ache, her eyes prick with tears.

Even more horrified, Riza squared her shoulders and blinked rapidly. She nodded in sad acceptance. “Oh. Okay.”

“I didn’t realise you were so set on it. I would have kept it back for you if you mentioned it.”

Further disappointment flooded her.

If only she’d spoken up.

“No,” Riza, “I wasn’t set on it. It – It was to be a gift. For a friend. But I can find something else. It’s not a problem.”

Mrs. Jones didn’t look as though she believed Riza but didn’t comment on it. And Riza didn’t know why she lied. She just didn’t want anyone to know how much she’d wanted the book. Now it was out of her reach, she felt foolish.

Like her father would have probably said, there were better things she could spend her time on instead.

“If you see another one you like, please do let me know. So much time had passed since you last perused it, I didn’t think you were still interested. I’m sorry, dear.”

Horrified the woman felt the need to apologise to her, Riza quickly assured her that wasn’t the case and thanked her for her offer.

Mrs. Jones ambled away and once her back was turned, Riza’s shoulders slumped.

“You really wanted that book, didn’t you?”

Riza jumped for a second time and whirled in place. Her heart rate spiked when she saw Roy standing behind her. Dread stirred in her stomach at the thought he’d overheard their conversation.

“No,” she denied. “Like I said, I was going to get it as a gift.”

Roy looked as though he didn’t believe her either.

Riza just shrugged, acting far more casual than she felt. “I’ll get something else.”

Before Roy could question it and her further, Riza beckoned him onwards and left the shop – and her futile dream – behind.

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A loud thunk stirred Riza from her thoughts. She cocked her head at the sudden sound and froze, waiting to hear if anything followed it. Like a pained groan or a shout for help.

There was nothing.

She turned the flame down low on the hob and walked through to the hallway.

It had been a delivery. A large box had been posted through her father’s letterbox in the shape of a book. She recognised the shape, because there were often deliveries of different alchemy tomes to their home.

Peering at the label she saw it was addressed to Roy with a return address to Central.

Riza shrugged and hefted the thing into her arms. At the unexpected weight she tilted to the side but regained her footing. She considered leaving the thing in the living room and letting him lug it up the stairs himself but decided against it. It would be better to get it out the way and keep it safe for him.

She deposited it on his perfectly made bed. It bounced on the mattress and the weight tugged the corners of his sheet inwards, drawing them in and underneath the box.

Riza wondered if it was a Christmas present from his aunt. Her heart ached slightly that she’d spend another year receiving nothing from her family, but she was happy no one had forgotten about him. She was happy that even though they were so far away, his family still thought of him and sent him packages and gifts. It made Riza smile.

Roy may be the annoying older kid, who teased and played jokes on her when they were alone, but he was good. She knew that much. Could feel it in her bones. He deserved to be doted on by others.

Wiping her brow, Riza left his room, closing the door quietly behind her. She walked back down the stairs to continue cooking for the three of them. She needed to make sure their dinner was ready by the time her father and Roy returned from town.

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Snow fell silently outside the window by Riza’s chair. It was the perfect backdrop to her reading as she lost herself in the pages. When she’d first picked up the book a melancholy had fallen over her at the thought of what she’d missed out on. But there was no use dwelling on what couldn’t be changed. She shook the feeling off and dived into a different world – one she’d read about a hundred times over, yet never tired of.

“Riza?”

It took her a moment to drag her focus from the words on the page, but once she did Riza saw Roy standing with his head poking around the doorframe. His grin was wide as he beamed at her.

“Could you help me with something for a minute in my room?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what he could possibly have use of her for in his bedroom. Still, Riza uncurled her legs from beneath her.

“What kind of thing?”

She didn’t trust it. The last time he’d pulled a stunt like this, he’d disappeared and jumped out of nowhere to scare her. It had given him a kick too, as he cackled away to himself, nearly doubled over in hilarity.

Riza got her own back, though. He hadn’t pulled a stunt like that since she put three chilis in his dinner, rather than the one the recipe called for. The excessive spice had quelled any further action of trying to spook her.

“A good thing, I promise.” To be fair, he appeared sincere enough. “Come on.”

Riza followed after him, just like always.

Sitting on his bed was the box she’d lugged up the stairs a few days earlier. Roy shuffled around and stood by it, looking rather proud of himself.

“Open it.”

“Open it?”

Roy nodded. “Yeah. It’s for you.”

“Me?” But it had been addressed to him.

“Riza, just open it. I promised you it was a good thing.” He was practically shifting on the spot. “Please, open it.”

The cardboard fell away to reveal –

Riza’s mouth fell open.

It was her book.

The one which had been lost to her.

She lifted her hand and reached out to touch it but paused before her fingers could make contact.

It was in better condition. The spine was intact, and it didn’t look as ratty as the one in the bookshop had been.

“I noticed you’d had your heart set on it.”

“No, I –” Her throat closed up at such a kind gesture, freezing her denial on her lips. She gripped the edges of the book tighter.

“Chris had one in her house so shipped it over to me. For you.”

Her eyes jumped to his. “Roy… How did you even know?” That familiar fear of being overheard in the shop made itself known.

Roy just shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “I went back and asked the shopkeeper which one it was. It was no big deal.” And yet, his cheeks turned pink at his admission.

Riza gazed down at the book reverently as she tried to process his answer. “I… I don’t know what to say –”

He grinned at that, eyes sparkling with delight at her reaction.

“I can’t accept this.”

“Sure you can,” he dismissed. He lifted the book and thrust it into her hands. With the movement came a faint waft of cigarette smoke and old books. “It’s yours. My gift to you. In the spirit of the season.”

The tears she’d forced down after the disappointment of finding it gone forever in the shop surged to the surface. Riza placed the book back on his bed. She hesitated for a second, but the need was overwhelming.

She wrapped her arms tentatively around his middle and hugged him tight.

It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her before.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Arms lifted to wrap around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. “You’re very welcome, Riza,” Roy replied softly. His arms tightened around her even more. The movement felt so easy and casual, as if they’d done it a thousand times before. “Very welcome,” he whispered into her hair.

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[stagmalinay]

Session 02 part 1

There's a lot to unpack here, but I'm finally starting to feel a little more comfortable in this new realm.

So, I do not wake up in the tavern like I expected to. Instead, I wake up just before the suns have come over the horizon in a bed and room I've never seen before. I've no idea how the tiefling lady managed to move me without waking me up, but I find I'm uncomfortably warm under this blanket. I tear it off and find breakfast on the side table with a note. I grab the note, remember "oh yeah, I'm not in Thera anymore" and write "thanks" back in Theran.

Maybe she'll get that I couldn't read it.

I head out and do my morning routine, like usual. It's nice to do my own thing without anyone stopping me and asking questions while also getting a good layout of the village. I mean, I don't know what anything is, and it's definitely not Solara, but it's not bad.

I come back to the room and eat breakfast, which is also interesting. It consists of a white, grainy soup, some bread covered in sauce, and some berries. I explore the room a bit more, but there's really nothing here. Except the blanket. It's still warm, and not just been slept in warm, but like it's producing its own heat. Super nifty!

After I mess with that a bit, I go through my things and sort them out. I drop all the shiny gems into the coin purse thing but as I drop the last one, I realize it doesn't make any noise. I peek inside and find it completely empty. I turn it upside down, but nothing comes out. I've no idea how much I lost, but I hate the idea that I have to pay for things anyway so... I decide it's a bad item to have and bury the coin purse somewhere deep in my bag and head out.

I make my way to the old guy's house and place the lantern on the porch before inspecting the fence. Seems like Mugen and Dirt Guy finished it without me. How in pitch black darkness, I've no idea, but whatever, it's done. Looks fine to me. Then I forget where the guard guy said he'd be. Figure it's a good time to check out Mugen's home and see if they can show me where the guard's place is.

I run into Mugen on the way and ask him where the guard's place is and he shows me. He tries to hide from anyone that passes by, so I pretend he doesn't exist when that happens, entertained that he's trying so hard to hide. He takes me to the guard place where the guard hands me some shiny grey stones for the fence job. I pocket the stones and ask what else he has for odd jobs. He motions towards a wall covered in papers that I, no surprise, can't read, and tells me to pick something. So I just kinda look around and pick a random one and slap it down on the table.

"How about this? What is it anyway?"

He kinda stares me down for a while, confused, and says that it's some sort of wanted poster. So I clarify that I don't have to kill the guy to get the reward, which is the plan. I don't kill people. I'll fight with them, but I won't kill them. Unfortunately this means I need a sword. Generally people don't like to get taken in so easily.

The guard explains that the guy should be in the next closest town and I'll want to travel there. I remember the tiefling saying that people don't really travel around here, so I figure I'll want to talk to Mugen and Dirt Guy about it to see if they know how we should get to the next town over to catch this guy.

I take the wanted poster, a map, and leave.

Since we're missing a party member, Mugen and I return to his house to go and collect Dirt Guy. We get there and Mugen claims that Dirt Guy isn't there, without ever checking the house. I don't really believe he can just know that and barge in searching for him. I check all the rooms and find a few secret passage ways that lead to darkness, but no Dirt Guy. I get confused and check all the rooms with closed doors because I distinctly remember keeping them open after checking them. I find out the problem a while later after I must've circled the house a few times. Mugen's been closing them behind me! So I finally give it to him. Fine, Dirt Guy left and he just sort of "magically" knew that.

We head back to the front door and find Dirt Guy pathetically banging against the door. Apparently Mugen locked him out even knowing Dirt Guy wasn't home. These guys are gonna give me a headache.

Dirt Guy asks for food and checks out the kitchen, where he finds nothing. I take this opportunity to make my way back to the tavern where tiefling lady said she always works. We make our way there and the two sit down at a random table. I check the bar for her, but she's not there. The only people seem to be two passed out drunk guys in the corner.

I head towards the back area and call out for someone. A woman answers, clearly half asleep, and I ask her for a couple plates of food. Mugen yells for it to be four, so she gets up and starts making food. I ask her where the tiefling lady is and she informs me that she's out at her other job. Of course she is. I'm a little disappointed, wishing she meant that she was always working here, but that's fine. She'll come in eventually.

I tell the boys that food'll be out soon and return to the room I'd stayed in to fetch the note. I come back and ask the cook what it says. She seems pleasantly surprised that the tiefling left me a note and then uses a notebook to read it. I guess I'm not the only one that can't read in this realm. 😅 It says that I fell asleep and that the room is free of charge. Also that the breakfast was for me. I mean, I'd assumed that, but I'm glad it didn't say something like "I'll be right back, don't eat my breakfast".

The food comes out and I pour myself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table while Mugen and Dirt Guy eat. Apparently all the tables have pitchers of water. I don't remember them being there last night, and it tastes a little different what I drank before. Mugen helps himself to three of the plates once I let him know I already ate and once they're done, I pull out the wanted poster.

"So this is our next job. Any ideas on how to go about this?"

Neither of them answer. Dirt Guy doesn't surprise me, but even the monologuer is quiet. I show them the map too and ask them how we travel, if we need weapons, and just nothing. It's then I realize that I'm the leader of this group and I don't like it. I don't know shit about this realm. This is not what I signed up for.

At this point, I really want to talk to the tiefling because she's clearly the only one that knows anything around here. I head back to the cook and ask her how long it'll be until the tiefling returns. About a couple hours. Great. So I head back to the table and ask them if they'd like to go and do another job before we meet my friend, because it'll be a while. Dirt Guy decides to join me and over to the guard's place we go!

I ask him for another job that'll only be a couple hours and he brings up mucking the horse stalls. I have so many questions... But I take it. Did you know you could ride animals here? I'd never heard of that, but I was excited to meet the horses.

We go to the horse stalls run by a guy named Steve and he explains what we need to do. It smells pretty bad in there, but it's fine. It's decent work. The horses are amazing! They even let me pet them without running away or trying to attack me. I'd never been able to freely pet something before.

At one point, I get a huge whiff of the shit I'm dealing with and shake my head to get rid of the smell. But then I remember the coin purse. Out of curiosity, I pull it out and dump a bit of crap into it. It disappears like the shiny rocks did and reluctantly, I go to smell it.

Nothing.

I literally have a magical bag of disappearing! I drop a little more in there and sniff it again, smelling nothing, and offhandedly wonder what would happen if I pissed inside of it, but then Dirt Guy comes back with an empty wheel-barrel so I put it away and get back to work.

Dirt Guy and I are sufficiently mucked up when we're done, but the good news is the tiefling should be back by now. Dirt Guy heads into the tavern and I go back to the room to change my pants so I don't stink when I see her again. I get another idea with the coin purse and see if I can stuff the pants into it so my bag doesn't smell like shit. Like everything else, they go in, and disappear. I decide it's best to not stick my penis in there when I go to pee in it. I'd hate to lose it and I just might. Who knows how this magic works.

I make a mental note to not stick my fingers in there either.

I return to the tavern and spot a spotless Dirt Guy sitting at the table. I look him up and down and ask "how the fuck did you do that?" He looks at me confused and I wave it off. I didn't think they had similar magic to Thera, but maybe they do. Wish I'd have known before I stuffed the pants into the coin purse. Now I don't have a backup pair.

Mugen seems entertained by the drunk guys who've made their way halfway across the bar, but are still passed out drunk. I get up and smell one of the water jugs, but it smells different, like alcohol. I get yet another brilliant idea and grab the coin purse so I can see if it holds liquids. I'd hate to find out it doesn't with pee.

I pour it in and the whole jug's worth of tampered water just disappears inside. I shake the coin purse upside down again and smell the opening.

Nothing.

I literally have a magical, bottomless, disappearing coin purse. I grab yet another jug and dump that in there too. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice screaming in the back. I quickly glance around and notice Dirt Guy isn't in sight, but he shortly storms out from the back followed by the tiefling. She does not look happy. However, she's the reason I'm here and she's currently chasing after a very determined Dirt Guy out the tavern. Confused, and slightly worried, I follow them out. And thru the village. And then past the edge of town, growing more and more hesitant the further we get. It doesn't seem like a good idea to travel out of a village, unprepared, from a village people generally don't travel out of.

I'll tell you more tomorrow, but don't worry, the story gets infinitely better.

Author note: Stag does not know that there's only one sun and one moon on this planet. It doesn't have multiple suns and it wasn't a typo, he just doesn't know any better.

#Stag stories #no one knows how to read #not that i really had a choice but i'm currently questioning those life choices up to this point

[mikasuxxx]

this might be a bit off topic for me but idc

i keep thinking about the idea of connor being really curious about human babies and their behavior

It probably started when one of his cowrokers at DPD, whos a single mother brings her baby to the office with her because she couldn't afford daycare/a babysitter at the time

There arent really any infants or small children in the dbh universe–at least none that were shown or mentioned, besides Hanks late son Cole–so i dont assume Connor has encountered that many babies throughout his career as a detective, probably because they dont trust androids to run interviews with children or interact with children in case of malfunctions or whatnot

so naturally, connor is very curious when he sees his co-worker bring her baby with her to the office, and approaches her at her desk while her baby is sitting in her little baby carrier right beside her mother's desk while she types away at her computer

The woman doesnt notice him standing there until he greets her in his usual tone

"Hello detective [Name]!"

The woman jolts in her seat as his voice rips her out of her headspace, "Jesus, Connor, don't do that again, you scared me..."

"My apologies, detective. I see you have brought your infant to work?"

"Yeah, the prices for daycares and babysitters are outrageous, i didnt have much of a choice" she replied, looking embarrassed

Connor turned to look down at the baby, who was also looking back at him and cooing. he tilted his head to the side as his LED circle on his temple blinked, signaling that he was analyzing some stats in his head.

The baby giggled at the sight of him, squirming in her seat

Connor looked back at the woman "She seems to be happy, do you know why?"

The woman looked at him blankly for a second before shrugging. "I'm not sure. its a thing babies do when they're discovering the world around them, i think."

Connor looked back at the baby, who now was trying to eat her own foot. "Why is she doing that?"

"Connor, i dont know why she does the things she does. Shes a baby, and I'm her mother, not a an expert." the woman sighed

"Shes around 5 months old, 16 lbs 4 oz, she's very healthy for her age"

"Huh? How did you- oh."

"I looked at her digital birth records, they're public records."

"I know that, Connor. Look, shouldnt you be working with Hank on a case right now?"

The android shook his head. "its detective Hank's day off today."

"Okay...well dont you have something to do on your own? Writing reports?"

"I am already caught up on all my case reports so far."

The woman looked at him, trying to think of something to say, when Fowler's voice interrupted her

"Detective [Name], can you come into my office? i have a job for you."

"Alright, give me one second!" she replied from across the office. She then turns to Connor. "Can you watch her for me while i go see what Fowler wants?"

The android nods and smiles. "I promise i will make sure she is okay."

The woman gave him a faint smile before scurrying to Fowler's office.

****

So the co-worker got assigned a case on the other side of the city, and she asks Connor if he could babysit her baby while she's gone. And of course, he agrees. She then hands him a diaper bag and the keys to her house so he can babysit there.

So he uses his built-in search engine to look up information about how to care for a baby, like how to change diapers, how to feed them, burp them, play with them, put them to sleep, etc.

So he basically spends the whole day with the baby. and he just sits there with the baby sitting in her baby walker, cooing.

He even talks to the baby as if she could understand him, but she just stares back at him blankly or she isnt listening and is more interested in her toys and putting them in her mouth

"You're teething, thats why you're nibbling on your toys, isnt it?"

"*unintelligible baby coos*"

"I see"

But sometimes when they baby cries and she's just inconsolable, connor is at a loss. He tries everything from feeding, holding her, handing her, but nothing works. His LED turns yellow from being overwhelmed and he just doesnt know what to do.

So he calls Hank asking for help. Hank is surprised that Connor is actually caring for a baby, but alas he agrees to help.

So he comes over and he shows him how to calm down a baby. When he holds the baby, he pats her back and rocks her and her crying stops.

"How did you do that, detective?"

"Do what?"

"Get her to stop crying, she seemed inconsolable."

"Well, sometimes babies cry for reasons that we'll never know, sometimes they do it just to cry. But one thing most babies like is getting patted on the back and rocked. That usually helps soothe them"

Connor tilts his head. "I see"

"Does she have a sleep suit lying around?i think she cried herself to sleep, literally "

And so the baby is put in her little sleep suit and put in her crib, and shes out like a light.

So the mom comes back and she's surprised when she sees the house all neat and her baby sleep and sound.

She thanks Connor for his generous efforts with a kiss on the cheek before he leaves

And he thinks about it till the next day.

So now it became a regular thing with connor playing with the baby sometimes and holding her. He always asks about her and if the mom needs any help. So now whenever Connor has some free time he happily spends it looking after the baby.

He learns more and more about babies through that experience, and i feel like he becomes really drawn to them and his eyes light up whenever he sees one in public.

Hes sometimes seen pushing the baby in a stroller while hes on a walk in the park. He becomes very good at taking care of her. He becomes such a sweet father figure in a way

Idk, i just love the idea of him with babies.

so i guess thats it. sorry for rambling on so much.

#dbh connor #detroid become human #connor rk800 #hank and connor #hank anderson #dbh

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(You do realize that I am watching markiplier while making this Series? Okay now you know. But now Part3!)

The Train Shift Pt.3 (Yan! Android! Ingo and Emmet x Night Guard Reader)

You felt uncomfortable the whole time you were home, drinking some water distracting yourself with the latest episode of a dramatic tv show.

Then your phone rang with the alarm, 11:45 pm, you could only wince before grabbing it and turning it off before putting on your uniform and going into the building.

You could only read the news from the newspapers your brought and flip through it seeing the latest news.

‘BODY FOUND IN THE ALLEYWAY, POLICE NOW SEARCHING FOR KILLER.’

‘PHOTO OF A STRANGE FIGURE HIDING IN THE ALLEYWAYS, CRYPTID OR A RACCOON?’

Then you heard the tape going off.

‘Hello! Glad you are alright! Many people don’t last this long! Well you know, they usually switch to another job at the 2 night. Well I’m going to explain about the android since many times people don’t actually know them all. Well let’s see there are Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Burgh, Elesa, Skyla, Clay, Brycen, and Drayden. Originally it was supposed to be only the gym leaders but when the Subway bosses started to get popular and many children wanted to have them along with the gym leaders, the company decided that it would be good for business.’

You listened to his rambles and blankly stared at the audio recording.

But you shrugged and looked at your newspaper looking at the latest gossip in town, and it was too good.

Meanwhile……

The androids were up, they all gone down to the backstage center deciding whether or not to dispose of the night guard.

‘I say we just stuff them in a suit, like we did with all of the others.’ Said Skyla.

‘I agree that method never gets old.’ Said Lenora.

‘Where are the triplets? Asked Burgh.

‘In the kitchen again.’ Said Elesa.

‘Besides the point, are we going to keep them or not?’ Asked Drayden his terrifying figure never failed to make the others appear small.

‘I say that we do.’ Said a jolly tone. All of the gym leaders looked at the brothers while Elesa only continued to look at the map of the building.

‘I agree with my brother, as much as you want to kill them, we cannot allow all of you to slaughter them.’ Said Ingo.

‘I’m fine with that idea, besides stuffing people into suits had me starting to get bored.’ Said Clay.

‘Can’t argue with them.’ Said Lenora nodding her head.

‘Fine….’ Said Skyla, still pissed about the night guard putting up that song that was too loud for her taste.

Okay so you haven’t already guessed, Ingo and Emmet are the big bosses around here, they ARE Subway bosses.

They all left one by one, then they heard something from the office.

You hit your head when you slipped from a bag, then you heard a crack, I think that was one of your legs breaking.

You began to army crawl to your monitor and check the cameras, Emmet was walking down the hallway and you began to force yourself to stand and cursed when you pressed the button forcing yourself to stand on your own.

You could only stare blankly at Emmet who stared at you then when he saw that your leg was hurt, you swore you never sweated so hard when his small smile turned into a terrifying grin.

You winced as you stood up and laid in your chair, your security guard hat covering some of your face as you breathed heavily.

You checked the cameras and saw that Skyla was marching up to the office, her eyes focused on the cameras as she began to run at full speed, you pressed the button and you heard Skylas hissed in frustration as she punched the door multiple times with no luck.

You could only breathe heavily and look at the batteries and time.

4 Am

5%

Fear crept into your mind as you began to panic, but your face was only blank, Skyla left in a hurry to her stage area, and Emmet stood there for a long time before going back to the dining area.

You could only sit there and force yourself to withstand the pain that your leg was screaming at you, but you miraculously kept standing, you knew that it was a risky choice to do but with no other options how?

5 Am

2%……………………1%

You checked the cameras before grabbing your flashlight on and staring at the dark hallway.

0%

The lights turned off and you ran you memorize the area and you decided to go to the restroom, you heard many footsteps as you hid in one of the stalls, they were searching for you, you heard many things, screams, punching, before everything went silent, but the door to the restroom opened.

You could only imagine how this would end, stuffing you in a suit, being killed and left for dead, many horrific things they would do. Suddenly you stopped breathing when you saw shoes right in front of you.

The door opened in full force and there was Emmet in all of his terrifying glory, smiling a wicked smile. He tilted his head and grinned wide, you in a small stall hiding and holding your breath, it was too perfect.

He grabbed you and forced you to the floor, you winced from his strength and him being on the injured leg, you were crying, this was the end.

Death finally arrived to claim you.

But no no no, Emmet wasn’t going to hurt you, not yet. He held a finger against his lips, his grin turning giddy with excitement.

You were confused but you stayed silent, too afraid to even scream.

Emmet was leaning in close to your body and quickly began to take off your jacket roughly, he never liked it anyway. And there you were, underneath him with a loose t shirt, could this interaction get any better?

You started to tremble from the cold, Emmet’s hand began to caress your skin, warm, this warmth made him began to make his smile more wider, his cold metal hand made you tremble even further, a slight whimper escaped, Emmet stopped, before he held his hand close to his mouth looking at you, before his grin became more wider, his eyes now fully focused on your petrified eyes.

His hands started to vibrate.

His face went close to your ear, you heard Emmet’s hot breath, then you felt his vibrating hands starting to explore you, then they began to start to get lower to your waist.

You should have squirmed, kicked, pleaded, screamed even. But no Emmet started to press into your injured leg and began to nibble your ear as you felt his hands starting to pull down your pants to begin.

But then your watch began to ring, 6 AM. Emmet paused, then he quickly turned to leave but not before he looked at you fully, a hot mess. You only looked at him with fear and shock.

When he finally left you looked so shocked, what the actual fuck just happened?! You quickly fixed yourself before running into your office to see that a few things were destroyed, the chair, the cupcake was splattered on the floor and a crushed sound monitor, they knew.

You only grabbed all of your things before sprinting to the exit and leaving but not before you saw Emmet looking at you with a terrifying grin.

You went to the hospital and they gave you crutches until your leg got better, you could only stare into space your mind could only go back to what happened last night with the android.

But then you got a call, you picked it up to hear that the daytime guard was in sick and that you would have to stay for full time and he offered you a high raise.

You mute yourself, you thought for a moment, you still were a bit traumatized by Emmet’s actions but you weren’t payed enough for all of this bull crap anyway so you unmute yourself and agreed.

Two more mistakes, only one more to go.

>Part1?

>Part2?

>Part3<

>Part4?

>Part5?

#yandere #ingo pokemon #ingo pkmn #subway boss ingo #emmet and ingo #submas ingo #subway boss emmet #subway master emmet #android #heh 😏