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fifty (more) questions for commander shepard
og post again by @spookyvalentine! it can be found here.
my first part about my shepard (elyse shepard) can be found here, but it’s not like there’s continuity, outside of the fact that this is also the shepard i am using for my mass effect fic series. you should read it. it’s neat.
1. Where would your Shepard go back to play tourist? Are they going alone, or bringing someone(s)?
she’s semi-accidentally collecting visits to homeworlds, so she’d love to visit kahje and thessia again, but only with the caveat of no one recognizes or approaches her. she definitely is the type to vacation with people; she couldn’t handle it alone (both the logistics and the loneliness of seeing something really cool and not having someone immediately there to share it with)
2. Your Shepard is making a sandwich. What’s going in it?
Everything. the crew watches on in horror.
3. What’s Shepard’s love language? What love languages do they respond best to?
ATTENTION. spending time with and giving attention are her #1 receiving and giving love languages.
in a literal language sense, although it’s translated, legion speaks french when addressing her, and she thinks that is the sweetest and cutest thing ever.
4. What were Shepard’s opinions of Cerberus before waking up on their table?
"yikes”. she’d been a little too disillusioned to care much about yet another specific crime organization; she has to try to remember which extremist organization cerberus is initially. she’s fought too many. they blend together.
5. Is your Shepard politically active? Do they stay on top of galactic comings and going’s
she absolutely does not and is not. only some of it is general apathy (and dislike for politicians and doing their dirty work), but she’s genuinely too busy most of the time to pay attention to news cycles unless it’s directly concerning her, her ship, or the reapers. and even then, someone else usually brings it to her attention.
6. What would they be doing, if Shepard never joined the alliance?
probably being a rancher somewhere. not on a rebuilt mindoir, though - she couldn’t handle that. but she has no problem with being a country hick and having a simple life.
plus she could have so many ranch dogs
7. What’s Shepard’s favorite way to let loose?
sex! (her most used way to let loose is drinking, though.)
8. Does your Shepard like to be alone? Are they prone to isolate?
she isolates in any sorrow/grief-related emotions, but in general, she’s a people person. she likes being around people and knows it’s good for her.
9. What does Shepard like to wear when they’re out of the armor?
n7 hoodie and sweatpants*!
*depending on laziness factor, she may or may not be wearing a shirt or bra under the hoodie, and she’s been known to ignore pants, too, in her most tired/apathetic moods. but the hoodie is there.
10. What does TIM think of Shepard at the start of me2? And at the end?
"wow, what a woman”, and then, “goddamnit”. TIM genuinely admired what shepard was - but like how the rest of the galaxy admired her. as an icon. and, well, he did get an icon, and he got what he brought her back for. mostly.
he’s disappointed she didn’t continue playing ball, however.
11. What does Shepard think of TIM?
"ugh”. she didn’t realize how dangerous and powerful he was initially, because she was distracted by trying to remember which group cerberus was, holy shit i’m back from the dead, jacob is cool i guess, what the fuck miranda, and what the fuck are these heat sink things.
after he started giving her dossiers and more concrete information, she realizes that he is a little more powerful than the run of the mill crime lord. when he gives her archangel’s dossier, she’s convinced he knew it was garrus, and that’s when the distrust becomes personal.
12. Who is Shepard’s favorite non-companion character? (Shiala, Chakwas etc)
joker, for sure.
13. What kind of roommate would Shepard be?
the kind who sleeps at odd, awful hours and doesn’t clean up after themselves until after they wake up again. she would also be the type who comes with pets who are little chaos monsters who only listen to her. 1/10 would not recommend.
14. It’s takeout potluck night with the gang! What’s Shepard ordering, and from where?
her desire for crepes (dessert as dinner ftw) would only be outweighed by her desire to introduce her alien crew to the vast variety of flavors of pizza that humans invented.
15. If Shepard could have an extremely dangerous and illegal pet, what would it be?
urz doesn’t count?
if she could somehow guarantee it being trained and listening to her, elyse would think it AWESOME to have a thresher maw. mostly for the way people would shit themselves when it came when she whistled.
16.. What does Aria think of Shepard?
"the most grudging-est grudging respect ever. but she’s annoying so i’ll never tell her.” also a bit of UST there.
17. Does your Shepard seek counseling/have a therapist?
she tolerates kelly’s psychological input. she wouldn’t seek out one; she had several mandated ones throughout her life, and she was not a fan.
18. Obligatory gang beach episode! What’s Shepard doing?
COATING herself with sunscreen so she doesn’t burn, because she’s so pale. it’s a big pity that neither garrus nor thane recognize the trope of “oh my sexy love interest needs sunscreen let me help~” so she’s stuck marinating by herself.
she probably happily naps in the sun with thane afterward, starfished on a krogan-sized towel. and after her basking quota is met, she’d be a hellion trying to convince garrus to try swimming with her.
19. What was Shepard’s first interaction with an alien?
her grade school on mindoir had a field trip to the citadel - after a long PSA vid about how to be polite to people who don’t look like you. (they were on a small farming colony, not blind; they watched vids on the extranet and read things and watched the news, so it’s not as if they didn’t know what the rest of the galaxy looked like)
she probably bumped into a turian and thought “woah, big!”. and then wondered why there weren’t more turians in horror vids, outside of the post-first-contact propaganda wave.
20. List five songs your Shepard is currently listening to
(THIS ONE HAS ME TORN, because a) we don’t know what the future music looks like, b) i have no idea what her music taste would be like. so i abstain. i probably shouldn’t make her like aqua and techno pop...)
21. What companion quest did Shepard enjoy the most? What was the most difficult one for them to do?
shepard and kasumi had a BALL with their heist!
while not the most difficult combat-wise, shepard thought jack’s was very hard, because she was terrified of making a misstep when jack was so open and vulnerable.
(tracking down morinth was also hard, because elyse is not used to acting sexy on purpose.)
22. Any guilty pleasures?
she eats sweets instead of dinner more than she ought to.
23. What does Shepard think of Conrad Verner? How do they handle him?
this old meme is a pretty good marker of what she thinks of him. she’s exasperated, annoyed, disgusted, embarrassed, and a whole lot of other things that combine to form Do Not Want voltron.
she was fairly polite in their first few meetings, because even back then, she was used to fans and she’d been raised to be polite. her patience rapidly ran out with him, however.
24. How does Shepard handle house arrest? How do they fill their time?
(in my me3 fix-it fic, shepard bypasses the house arrest phase for plot.)
six months house arrest would be HELL for elyse. she hates being stationary and worse, she hates being useless. a short-term fix would be james pointing out to her that she can have all the horror movie marathons she wants, though. and he’d bring her good booze. it’d stop her from going totally crazy.
she’d also be the type to try out a new hobby every 2 days, and be atrocious at all of them. but she’d probably be able to get through making the world’s tiniest sweater for her hamster through the power of determination.
25. How does Shepard react to meeting Javik, a real life prothean?
awe, and then “oh god he’s lashing out and wait he’s sort of an asshole”. the awe wears off very quickly.
but there was that one moment of sheer, reverent awe.
26. What is Shepard’s relationship with Joker?
they’re like siblings, but the really close kind who actually like each other!
neither of them bring up the end of the SR1 or how shepard died, though.
27. What does your Shepard take pictures of?
in order of frequency: her hamster, urz, grunt, legion, the sole fish that has survived all of the other mass deaths, the normandy’s armory (but with her gun always as the main subject), then anyone who dares fall asleep in a public place so she can take embarrassing weird-sleeping-face pics for blackmail later.
28. Who is your voicecast for Shepard? Is it Jennifer Hale/Mark Meer? Do they have an accent?
elyse speaks french natively/as a default, but i do like jennifer hale in general. (i hadn’t thought about it!)
29. What is the perfect day for Shepard?
shoot at bad guys who are Actual Bad Guys instead of morally grey, sympathetic, or fighting for a good cause; get a minimum of three orgasms; sleep for more than five hours
30. What did Shepard think of the thorian? How did they feel about killing it? What did they decide for Shiala?
elyse spared shiala, because she was kinder and gentler in me1, and also because she’d had a load of Bad Brain Things already so she felt sympathetic. but i would also say she didn’t think much of shiala; she had bigger and more dire things on her mind.
she got pissed at the thorian and enjoyed killing it at the time. afterward, however, she felt a sort of loss - that creature was ancient, had survived so much, knew so much, and hatred ended up killing it. its hatred for other things, and her hatred for it. so it’s a little sad, if she stopped to think about it. she made sure not to do that after the initial sorrow.
31. How did Shepard feel, seeing Legion wearing their old armor? Does that change?
confused as fuck at first - too confused to even think it’s some sort of trap. but she’s gotten VERY attached to legion and thinks it’s super adorable that a geth could form an attachment not unlike the hero worship the alliance foists upon her.
32. Any vices?
she drinks too much and sleeps too little. the drinking is on purpose, though.
33. Is Shepard free with affection, or more reserved?
if you pass the basic bar of Shepard Cares One (1) Unit About You, she’s very free with her affection - outside of missions. missions always come first.
34. Are there any people out there that betrayed Shepard? How do they handle it?
she counts TIM among those rare few still living, though arguably, he didn’t betray her. he was always who he was, and she was distracted being the hero. but she takes betrayal very personally, and enjoys bloody retribution. she’s fairly paragade at most things, but if you piss her off on a personal level, you ARE on her shit list, and it WILL get violent.
35. Is your Shepard a biter? (Interpret this as you will)
she likes being bitten the most she’s definitely the type to bite if cornered, and has, in the past. in bed, she has an ongoing quest to somehow give garrus either a hickey or a bruise, so she chomps on him a lot. she hasn’t succeeded yet. it’s only sometimes sexy when she tries.
36. What is their relationship with Wrex?
they’re bffs! wrex and shepard admire and respect each other deeply, albeit for different reasons.
37. Does Shepard have any friendships that surprise the rest of the crew?
her friendship with the rachni queen sure surprised most of the crew. her genuine respect for emily wong surprised the SR2 crew who only knew of shepard’s reporter-punching scandals, too.
38. If Shepard is dropped into the middle of the wilderness for a week, how do they handle it?
she handles it without batting an eye. she’d complain to high heavens the entire time, but zero issue combating wildlife, building a shelter, hunting and cooking, etc. she may err on the side of reckless if it’s an unknown territory with unknown plants to try, but if a plant is enough to kill her new body, she’s going to sue the illusive man for every credit he has.
39. Does Shepard have a will? What do they want done with their body after they’ve passed?
she probably has relayed enough half-formed wishes to enough of her crew that they could cobble something together, but she doesn’t have an official will. she does want to be cremated, however, with her ashes spread over several spots - mindoir and alchera included. she does not want to be brought back again.
40. How does your Shepard react, when Liara says she’s the one that handed their body over to Cerberus?
probably not well! shepard doesn’t like being brought back FOR something, but she doesn’t mind being brought back at all. but hearing that one of her closest friends did it would turn into a real hurt and a rift between them. shepard and liara have remained close and always will be, but that’s something that can’t ever be totally mended. it’s better they don’t speak of it anymore.
41. They’ve been caught in the rain! How does Shepard react?
"damn it”, very flat and annoyed, but the moment would pass quickly. plus, the smell of rain can be nice, even on alien planets, i bet! (if she’s in a firefight, i doubt she’d even notice the rain at first, until it messed with her lining up a shot.)
42. How does Shepard handle the reporters? What are they like in an interview?
she lost her temper and punched a reporter during her time on the SR1, and is embarrassed and aggravated every time someone brings it up afterward/that she’s seen as aggressive toward reporters all the time. she likes emily wong, though!
i wrote a fic about what she’s like in an interview, in fact.
43. What was the clone’s fate? Do you think Shepard and their clone could coexist?
not at all :’3 there’s only enough room for one (1) commander shepard ego in the galaxy, though of course she didn’t see it that way at the time.
44. What’s the perfect date to sweep Shepard off their feet?
shepard is a secret romantic in her heart, deep down. REAL DEEP DOWN. so she probably gives a lot of priority to stereotypical romantic gestures - flowers, fine dining, dressing up, jewelry, etc.
in reality she’d lose her shit over a shooting range, a pet store, and/or a visit to a bar where no one would recognize her. she’s actually pretty easy to please, and she likes having fun. it just takes her a few more years to realize that she enjoys Real Things over her idea of romance.
45. How many unread emails are in their inbox?
none, technically, because kelly vets everything for her these days.
46. What does your Shepard get competitive over?
sniping skill, drinking, drinking games, physical strength, stealth capabilities, and that crane game.
47. What museum is your Shepard going to? natural history, science, art… the zoo, aquarium?
elyse wants to go to the zoo. no one should take her to the zoo.
48. What kind of a sleeper is Shepard? Sprawl out, hog the covers, octopus…. How many hours do they normally sleep?
she does Not sleep enough, either in hours or nights she actually makes it to bed. she used to be a sprawled out sleeper, but sharing a bed with two whole aliens has made her into a side sleeper. she likes to be both the big and little spoon. (she’s a notorious kicker of covers, though. heaven forbid you get in the way.)
49. Do they have any morning or evening rituals?
she remembers to feed her hamster every morning, and feed her fish most mornings.
50. What scents in particular draw Shepard in?
thane has her pavlov’d into thinking anything citrusy/tart smells good now, but it also unfortunately makes her want to eat said scent producer. it’s all well and good if it’s thane’s venom she’s sniffing. it’s less good if they’re in a candle store on the citadel.
she’s also pavlov’d herself into thinking gun oil is a comfort smell, and she can smell the ambient air of the normandy and pick it out from any other starship smell in a heartbeat. the smell of wild grasses and dry grains reminds her of home, too, even if mindoir hasn’t been home for her for a very long time.
+1 what, to your Shepard, is a good death
in service to a greater cause. she likes that it’s a broad definition. and, after dying once, she hopes it’s a quicker death than suffocation.
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i just saw that sense8 season 2 was out and i literally went “oh no.”
I NEED TO SLEEP TONIGHT
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i can't believe yall havent thought of a sambucky the handmaiden au LIKE GUYS LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL
okay if u haven't seen the handmaiden (2016) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK IT OUT OMG ITS ONE OF MY FAV MOVIES AND AS A BISEXUAL WOMAN ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES FEATURING SAPPHIC CHARACTERS
anyways here's a very self-indulgent sambucky the handmaiden! au that i wrote at midnight literally 7 hours before my exam
tw // mentions of suicide
- sam is sook-hee and bucky is hideko obvs
- sam is a criminal working for the power broker aka sharon while bucky or in this case, the winter soldier, was a test experiment for HYDRA / is now an assassin + bodyguard for their leader, alexander pierce
- sharon is conducting business w hydra to obtain some weapons and idk black market stuff which forces her to go to siberia, but obviously the ultimate weapon she wants to take home is the infamous winter soldier
- she asks sam to pretend to be her butler/bodyguard but is actually hiring him to get information on the winter soldier program and obtain the code words needed to control them
- they end up staying in pierce's mansion in like a really remote place in siberia
- sam gets acquainted w the other butlers and housekeepers, they tell him that the area is haunted because they would always hear a man screaming just before daybreak followed by complete silence. they also tell him that the forest is haunted by the spirit of a man who killed himself there
- just like the housekeepers said, sam wakes around 3-4 in the morning to the sound of a man screaming followed by complete silence
- anyways the next morning he accompanies sharon to her first meeting w hydra officials, and that's where he encounters bucky
- after the meeting, sharon is all like, "change of plans. we're going to steal the winter soldier." sam's like "and who's that?", "the person u were standing next to earlier,"
- afterwards, sam starts to spy on bucky. he doesn't talk much, sam notices, actually scratch that this man does not talk period
- they were standing by the door a few feet away from where their bosses were talking. "so uh, what do i call you?" sam asks one day, but bucky is like a statue, his response being a mere blink
- sharon and pierce always have their business meetings in the morning, but they also have spend time at night, usually supper or dinner, that's more casual. sam notices that pierce's bodyguard is less stiff and more human during the later hours of the day
- sam and bucky are again standing by the door. "what do i call you?" bucky asks quietly, almost like a whisper. "uh sam, you can call me sam. and you?"
- he freezes for a while before replying, "james barnes"
- another thing that sam notices is that bucky is NEVER alone. either he's with pierce or he's escorted by other bodyguards (who look like they couldn't even take him down altogether)
- one morning, after the usual distant screams, sam decides to figure out where the screams were actually coming from. he goes to the main house, pretending to bring tea for sharon (there's a small camera hidden in the tray)
- he sees the usual group of bodyguards escorting a half-naked and disheveled bucky from the stairs to the basement. when they see him, the group looks like a pack of deers in headlights, one of them reaches for their gun, "i'm bringing tea for ms. carter," he quickly says.
- "go ahead," the leader, rumlow, says, "but next time use the main hallway will you?"
- "right, she just said it was faster this way, and she's really peculiar about the temperature of her tea."
- he shows the video to sharon and she's like "i need u to find out wtf is going on in that basement."
- one night, sharon and pierce are having dinner tgt "since we're on the topic of legends and fairytales, i have to ask about something," sharon says,
- "go, on," pierce replies
- "the winter soldier program, does it really exist?"
- the hydra leader chuckles, "i was wondering when you would ask that," then points toward bucky, "my dear, you're looking at the winter soldier."
- sam listens in on the conversation. the winter soldier program was a program created by hydra in the 1940s with the first successful test subject being an american ww2 soldier named steve rogers. apparently he was given this serum that made him super strong and for 10 years, while the other test subjects were cryogenically frozen, hydra worked to find ways to control him but failed and they had to keep him restrained most of the time.
- one night, rogers broke out of the facility, stole all the remaining formulas, and threw them away before blowing his brains out in the nearby forest
- after rogers' suicide, hydra brought out its second test subject, bucky barnes, and used the remaining serum on him. afterwards hydra froze him again while they worked on something to keep his mind under control.
- around the 1960s they created the trigger words and since then they've been using bucky to do their dirty work for them. "this, my dear, is our greatest creation." pierce says as he approaches a stand displaying a red book. "his trigger words. say them and he will do anything you want. if you need some errands taken care of, i'd be happy to lend him to you. we can talk about the costs later."
- "i don't have anything i can't take care of myself at the moment, but i'll keep that offer in mind." sharon replies
- now sharon's like "okay we HAVE to steal him and the codes." she figured out that all of the mansion's surveillance turns off for an hour to reboot from 1 AM to 2, and tells sam to basically go to the basement and manipulate bucky when he's not under hydra's control. "make him trust you, that way we won't have much of a fuss taking him to madripoor."
- that night, after the clock strikes 1, sam sneaks into the basement and finds a cell with bucky inside. there's a bed, well, more like a mattress, but bucky's not sleeping on it. instead he's sitting in a corner, head against the wall, knees tucked in his chest, hyperventilating and,,,crying???
- "hey," sam whispers, "you okay?"
- the winter soldier stares at him with red rimmed eyes and a tear stricken face. "you're sam, you're her bodyguard."
- "yeah and you're the winter soldier, or do you prefer james?"
- "bucky. it's bucky"
- yeah basically sam visits bucky's cell every night for exactly 45 minutes before he has to sneak back out. he tries to gain bucky's trust and manipulate him but guess what they fall in love surprise surprise
- bucky tells sam his true story. how he and steve used to be ww2 soldiers that were experimented on by hydra. he remembers being frozen and the first thing he sees when they woke him up was steve's dead body. "they told me he shot his head in the forest." the first thing he felt was pain as they injected the serum into his veins then tried to erase his memories. he remembers going into cryo and being woken up over and over again to kill someone or destroy something.
- he also tells sam about the one night he broke out, ran as fast as he could, and jumped off a cliff, only for him to survive. he lost an arm, but hydra replaced it with another weapon. "i thought i would end there, but i just became more of a weapon"
- so sam starts to feel unsure about stealing the winter soldier bc goddamnit bucky's a person and he doesnt deserve any of this.
- also the more time he spends with bucky the more he realises that the actual james bucky barnes is a fucking piece of shit that still uses 40s slang and petnames and makes outdated jokes and is actually a big fucking flirt.
- and sam's heart breaks every time he looks at bucky's crestfallen face when he realises that their 45 minutes are over
- of all the people he could fall in love with, it just had to be a brainwashed assassin
- sharon tells him that in a few days, she and pierce will leave for a week to actually get the business transaction done. basically she tells sam that he should break bucky out of the mansion while they're away, take the trigger word book, and meet with torres so he can take them both to madripoor.
- while sharon and pierce leave, sam continues visiting bucky during the night. also he doesn't see bucky during the day bc they have no reason to bring him out of the cell, and he kinda misses him aw
- one night, he wakes up to noise, lots of it. everyone in the house is running. in the midst of all the chaos, sam hears, "find the soldier!"
- the first place sam goes to is the forest, and there he finds bucky kneeling by a frozen lake, with a gun in his hands. sam tackles him and throws the gun away
- "what the fuck were you thinking huh?!" sam shouts, tightly holding the front of bucky's shirt, and he can't help but cry at the thought of bucky's dead body. and all of a sudden he feels like shit. for manipulating bucky and taking advantage of his trauma for his own gain. so he gathers bucky in his arms and tells him everything. about what he and sharon were actually planning, what his true motivations were when he first went inside the basement, and how he actually grew to care for bucky
- bucky just laughs and says, "i know,” he reveals that sharon's plan all along was to take bucky and the trigger words for herself, and frame sam as the mastermind behind everything. she'll then fake bucky’s death and offer sam as another test subject for the winter soldier program as compensation for stealing (and “killing”) bucky
- "how do you know all this?"
- "she visited me the first night you arrived and we talked. she told me she'll take me away and all i had to do was manipulate you into breaking me out." bucky confesses, "i didn't realise you were a sweetheart, that made everything so complicated."
- anyways sam knocks bucky unconscious and basically helps hydra guards put him back in his cell. "just saying, maybe we shouldn't tell pierce abt this yknow" and the hydra guards r like yeah no totally cause if he knew we're all fucked
- anyways bucky and sam come up with a plan to escape together. sam contacts a friend known as baron helmut zemo, who's basically sharon's biggest enemy, but more importantly, owes sam a big ass debt and asks him to give the two of them safe passage to sokovia
- they plan to escape two nights before sharon and pierce return to siberia. on that night, sam wakes up at exactly 1 AM like he always does, and kills everyone in the house. he puts a bullet in every hydra guard, every housekeeper, everyone. he disables all the techs in the house, steals the trigger word book and breaks bucky out of his cell.
- "wait. there's something i have to show you." bucky says. he takes sam to the facility. the place where they tortured him and experimented on him. the place where every other test subjects were kept frozen.
- (if you've watched the handmaiden, yes this is a reference to the library scene) sam can't contain the anger he feels when he looks at the room. "is this where they tortured you? is this where the screams come from every night?"
- bucky nods. he points at a chair in the centre of the room, surrounded by machines and computers. "every morning they would drag me out of my cell, put me on that chair, and-" he swallows a choked sob, "and read the trigger words,"
- sam can't control it anymore. he grabs a metal rod and starts destroying the place. he breaks every machine, tearing them apart until they are nothing more than wires and buttons. he kills all the frozen test subjects, because they deserve better than this. he rips apart the pages of the winter soldier's mission reports, and gathers them into a pile.
- from afar, bucky watches as sam lights up the pile and everything in front of him starts to burn. when sam turns to look at him, he can't help but think about how magnificent he looks as the fire roars behind him. his hero. his guardian angel. his sam.
- sam approaches bucky and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. something he feels he should've done earlier. "no one will ever control you again." he says, and for once its a promise that bucky believes in.
- sam reaches in his bag and pulls out the red book. bucky starts to cry bc no one, not even before hydra, had ever loved him like this. "i mean it. no one." sam says. bucky throws the book in the fire and watches and both paper and leather melt into ash
- the end they escape using zemo's private jet and live happily ever after haha
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To Tie a Knot: Chapter 7: Fate Really Needs to Make Up Her Damn Mind
Ao3
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
Content Warnings:
Self deprecation, mild language, elusion to character death, misunderstandings, anxiety, pain
Chapter Summary:
Roman nearly dismisses a life changing phone call from his brother, way to go Cain Instinct.
Word Count:
2,200+
Note:
Lol I’m not sorry.
(This chapter has been up for weeks on Ao3, it came out same day as chapter six, I guess I forgot to put it here, whoops)
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Damian woke up slowly, blinking groggily as awareness came back to him.
He moved to sit up, but stopped as he realized he couldn’t move his right leg or arm. He couldn’t move much of anything, actually.
His eyes widened as he did a quick roll call of his limbs and where they were at. His right arm was under Logan’s chest, his legs tangled with the others. His head was tucked under Logan’s chin, nose to his collarbone.
Logan had a pretty firm hold around Damian. He must have been pretty clingy during sleep then.
Damian removed himself from the embrace as gently as possible as to not wake Logan, tip toeing to the bathroom. He took care of his business and hopped in the shower. By the time he was out Logan was waking up, stretching with a yawn.
He looked over at Damian with an odd expression, as if forgetting who he was. His eyes trailed down to his hand at the “snake yellow” string that connected the two. He visibly brightened.
“Good morning Damian, I trust that you slept well.”
Damian thought about it. He had slept well, great, in fact. He slept better than he had slept in a very long time.
“Yes, I did sleep well,” Damian said, brushing a hand through his hair, which was still damp from his shower.
“Well, according to the alarm clock we have an hour to leave. I’ll go ahead and get ready for the day. I’ll be back shortly,” Logan said as he entered the bathroom, the lock clicking behind him.
Damian sat in silence. The exhaustion was still there. The horrible guilt, as /fucking/ always was still there. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was excited to meet them. Like, really excited.
He went to get ready to leave, hoping he could ignore the issues at hand. He slid on his shoes and gloves, reaching for his hat. He half wished he had some other clothes, but it wasn’t like they were dirty, he had only worn them to the coffeeshop and to the hotel.
He ignored the way his hands trembled and his breath quickened. He heard the shower head turn on, signalling Logan was in the shower. Damian moved to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at his gloved hands without thinking about much.
The fatestrings tied to his fingers came up and over the top of the glove. It didn’t feel like anything was there, it was nearly completely unnoticeable. The strings were weird like that, you wouldn’t feel them and they wouldn’t bother you as long as you didn’t want them to.
He ran his fingers along them, his touch featherlight. He watched as the little piece of torn string on his left hand dangled over them and gulped audibly.
He gave the four strings a soft tug, more out of curiosity than anything.
He got a couple tugs in response from Red and Purple, and a shake from Blue. It had occurred to him that he had yet to ask Logan which string belonged to who. Guess he’d find out shortly.
The showerhead turned off, and Damian looked up at the door.
“Need something Damian? You tugged,” Logan called through the door. His voice was muffled by what was probably a towel.
“Huh? Oh, no, sorry,” Damian said, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.
“Alright, well, the others and I have a system, you see. One tug is you need something, two is a reassurance, and three is an emergency. Patton also occasionally shakes his but that’s just him,” Logan said with a fond chuckle.
“Sorry,” Damian said and winced. Of course, look at him, already fucking up their rules.
“What? No it’s fine, you didn’t know,” The door to the bathroom swung open and Logan was standing there, hair dripping. He was fully clothed, which was a mild surprise. He hadn’t been in there too long, when the door started to open Damian half expected for him to come out in his underwear or something.
He nodded, fixing his hat onto his head.
“Well, I’m ready to leave,” Damian said, standing. Logan gave him a thumbs up as he began to throw his few belongings into his backpack. He occasionally reached up to the toothbrush in his mouth to multitask, but didn’t do it often. It just kinda sat there.
After a few tense moments of Damian staring at Logan while he got ready, Logan straightened up and dusted his shirt off.
“Alright, I’m ready as well.”
The two left the hotel room without another word, and Logan signed out at the front desk. Damian slid into the passenger seat as Logan threw his backpack in the backseat. He turned the keys, and they were off.
“How long until we get there?” Damian asked.
Logan raised an eyebrow, “Thirty minutes. Are you excited? You keep fidgeting in your seat.”
“Excited is one word for it, sure,” Damian said, tugging his hat a little more over his eyes.
“You’ll like them. Roman and Patton can be a bit much at times, but Virgil is… ah, what’s the word? Cold?”
“Chill-?”
“Yes! That’s it,” Logan snapped his fingers, “Virgil is ‘chill’.”
“I’m sure I’ll lo- like them, Logan,” Damian caught himself before he made a mistake, “You are amazing, and a man like you probably has wonderful standards.”
“Technically I don’t need standards, as they are my soulmates, but I get what you mean. If standards were necessary, then yes, they meet them very well,” Logan said, heading up a ramp onto the interstate.
Damian gave a thoughtful nod and clasped his hands, twiddling his fingers around. The anxiety and anticipation was building in his chest, and he could’ve sworn Logan could hear how loud his heart was beating.
They chatted idly, the time flying much faster than Damian would have wanted.
They pulled into a neighborhood with houses running up and down both sides of the road, and now was really when Damian felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
His stomach seemed to leap to his throat as Logan turned into a driveway.
“You ready?”
Damian laughed aloud, “Absolutely not.”
Logan gave him a small smile, “We can stay in the car a little while if we must.”
Damian shook his head and reached for the handle, swinging the door open. He let out a shuddering breath.
“Better to just get it over with.”
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The other three soulmates had been collectively losing their minds since Virgil’s phone call with his sibling the day before.
“We are literally going to meet them tomorrow, I’m so excited!” Patton had quite literally bounced around the entire house, and if he had the ability to, he would probably be doing somersaults.
Roman spun around with him at times, laughing loudly. Virgil would snicker and film them, lovingly of course, hiding his phone in the overly large sleeve of his hoodie.
They thought they had been prepared, but none of them were ready for the front door opening at a little past one in the evening the next day.
“I have returned,” Logan called into the house. Patton nearly tripped with how fast he turned the corner from the kitchen, his shoulder slamming into the wall. Roman was next, his singing abruptly cut off as he turned to see Logan, smiling brightly.
Virgil crept from their room, peering around the corner of the hallway.
“Did you bring them?!” Patton practically shouted, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
At that exact moment, a head poked over Logan’s shoulder, looking in through the door. Logan moved out of the way, and the new arrival stepped in through the door. He had his head held high, and a smug-looking smirk on his face.
Virgil, for one, noticed the tense set of his shoulders and the way his hands were shoved into his pockets forcefully.
Everyone, however, noticed how said pockets had four strings that spread to all four of them.
“This is Damian, he is our fifth soulmate.”
There was silence for exactly four seconds.
Then, chaos.
“Hello!” Patton nearly shrieked, his hands fluttering so fast you could nearly see through them. He looked like he wanted to run forward and wrap his hands around the other man, but barely managed to restrain himself.
Roman gave a fake swoon, “Gods am I smitten already, what is it with Lady Fate giving me such perfect boyfriends?”
Damian smiled at the both of them, “Hello, I’m guessing you’re Patton? Logan did say you were adorable,” he winked, ignoring Logan’s indignant squawk behind him, he turned to Roman, “and you are Roman, then? I must say, I’m charmed.”
For good measure, he reached forward and grabbed Roman’s hand, kissing his knuckles just above the yellow string.
“Goddamnit, two overly-dramatic asses,” Virgil grumbled from the hallway entrance. He was now leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face giving away his amusement.
Damian finally noticed him, eyes snapping up to meet his. Fuck, he really did have a thing for emos.
“That makes you Virgil. As stunning in person as Logan had described,” Damian purred, stalking forward. Virgil curled into his hoodie, hiding how red his face was quickly getting.
The new arrival stopped a few feet from Virgil. Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized he was a good six inches taller than Damian.
The emo turned to knock his head against the wall, “Oh God, why did you have to be short?”
Damian’s face immediately turned defensive.
“You got an issue with that?” He hissed, crossing his arms. Behind him, Roman began to laugh himself to tears.
“Our tall emo has a thing for shorter men. Especially cute shorties,” he said between laughs.
“Shut it,” Virgil snapped. It was Damian’s turn to flush red.
“Well! Damian! I’m so happy to meet you! To be honest with you, I didn’t think we were going to find you so fast, I’m glad though!” Patton said, clapping his hands together. Logan put a hand on his shoulder and nodded in agreement.
“I ran into Damian’s friend in a coffee shop, he saw my four strings and put two-and-two together pretty fast.”
Damian turned to look back at Virgil when the emo snickered.
“I knew you all met at a coffee shop, Elliot was the barista. They called me to check in and recognised you half way through the call,” he explained, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “‘Said you were looking ‘thoroughly smitten’ with an unknown stranger. Knowing you, Mr. No Feelings, I knew you would only look that way with a soulmate.”
“Yeah! And Roman fell off the couch with how excited he was when he realized,” Patton said, poking Roman in the ribs.
Laughing softly, Damian took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair.
“Glad I could have such an effect,” he said. He closed his eyes as he did so, which was convenient for the other three, as they all had locked eyes with a frayed little string attached to his left hand.
“Hey, Damian, do you mind if I-” Logan was cut off by a loud ringtone. Roman groaned as he reached for his phone, checking the caller ID.
“Huh, its Remus,” He said, lifting an eyebrow in confusion. Damian shivered at the name, a chill going down his spine.
Weird, it must be colder in here than he thought.
Roman clicked a few buttons.
“Surely it’s fine, I’ll call him back shortly,” Roman waved it off, putting his phone back into his pocket.
It rang seconds later.
Roman groaned, getting it back out, “What does he want?”
“Maybe you should answer it,” Virgil said. He began to fidget nervously with his hoodie sleeves, “It might be important-”
Roman laughed, “It’s Remus, when is it ever important?”
Damian looked back and forth between the four of them as Roman hung up yet again.
This time the call back was instant.
Roman groaned, answering it this time.
“Remus this better be important, I’ll catch up with you la- what?” Roman went pale startlingly quick, “... Wait no, back track, what do you mean ‘cut’? That’s not even possible- When did this happen… That long? Why didn’t you tell me then!”
The other’s all looked around at each other, looks of fear on all of their faces.
Roman went quiet for a short while, before running towards the closet by the front door. He threw it open and slid into his jacket and sneakers.
He looked over at his four soulmates, worry all over his face.
“Alright, Remus, I’ll be there. Give me thirty minutes… Alright, bye.”
He hung up, already turning towards the door.
“Roman?” Patton asked in a small voice, “Is everything alright?”
Roman shook his head, and his voice was thick with tears, “He finally did it. That bastard. He finally pissed off the wrong damn people.”
And with that, the door closed behind him.
They all exchanged glances, and Damian had never felt so small.
Awesome first meeting, really.
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The man who was on the other side of the phone sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes with a trembling hand.
He looked up at the ceiling and pursed his lips, a small smile on his face, at least his brother was coming.
The dull, throbbing ache in his left hand had yet to stop, even a month later.
He looked down at the four inch string that hung limply from his hand, the end frayed. The once brilliant yellow an ugly faded beige.
He sniffed, mourning the person he’d never know.
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Snake’s Smile
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: A few swears, some heated situations
A/N: OH MY GOD!!! After posting Glass of Water, I got so many nice and wonderful comments that I appreciate soooo much!! You have no ideas! I wrote Glass of Water with no second part in mind, then when people asked if there would be one, I realized how much farther I could take this story!!! Thank you to everyone who left kind words, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be writing.
"What the hell?" Bucky muttered, glancing down at his phone screen. Y/N was either going to punish him or....wait. He saw literally no other alternative. Y/N was going to yell at him for stealing her bit.
Bucky gazed up at the rest of the team, all caught up in their own discussions. If Bucky made up a shitty excuse, maybe they wouldn't discern how bad it sounded. Nobody would really miss him, anyways. Virtually everyone was done with dinner, except for Scott and Rhodey. They were too deep in their conversation, forgetting about the plate of potstickers in front of him. Rhodey got so preoccupied that Bucky noticed Tony taking one of the remaining potstickers. Bucky only laughed a little bit.
"Hey, uh, I'm gonna go check if Y/N is okay," Bucky spoke, making sure concern was laced in his voice.
"Sounds like a good idea, pal. Want me to come with?" Steve questioned. Steve was significantly close with Y/N too. Not as close as Carol and Bucky were, but he was still a friend you went to for almost everything. When Carol wasn't giving beneficial advice, you'd run off to Steve. Bucky would ask you about it sometimes, why you never went to him, and when you did, he was always last.
"You're supposed to be the fun one, Buck," You said, sipping a drink through the metal straw you carried everywhere. "Plus, I always save the best for last."
The alarms rang through Bucky's head. Shit. Steve aspires to come with him. He really can't let that happen. If you desired Steve, you would've asked for him. But to Bucky's awareness, you only asked for him.
Just as Steve asked that Bucky's phone lit up again.
Dollface: Patience is the only virtue I didn't learn, Barnes.
Bucky could feel the colour drain from his face. She was pissed.
"Buck, you okay?" Steve asked, fright apparent in his sonorous voice.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine," Bucky deceived, "I think I'm gonna go alone, but I'll text you if I need help."
Steve nodded at the request. Bucky felt relieved that Steve didn't force himself to come. Y/N was already furious at him for being late. He didn't want her mad at him for having Steve tagging along.
While Bucky was walking away from the dining table, he heard a collection of 'Where's Bucky going?' and 'Is Bucky okay?', but he could care less. He's already in such deep shit that he doesn't mind if the teams a little annoyed with him for leaving team dinner early.
Bucky would lie if he said he didn't run to the elevator. He'd be lying if he said he didn't turn into an Olympic sprinter. Bucky ran to the machine so fast, he honestly could've been Sonic. If Stark was reviewing the security footage that night, he'd have a ball cackling at Bucky's rush. But Bucky? He couldn't give a shit.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, welcoming Bucky into the cold, mirrored walls. He walked in, standing in the dead centre of the floor and jammed on the 8th-floor button. The doors closed with another chime and lifted upwards.
Bucky couldn't help but tap his foot with anxiety. Could he mess things up this badly? Was she genuinely mad, or was she just messing with him? Thousands of questions swirled through his head. So many, that he almost missed the doors opening to the 8th-floor. When he finally fazed back into reality, you were standing in the frame of the elevator, keeping the door open.
"Thought you weren't gonna show up," Y/N groaned dramatically.
Bucky felt his stomach plunge. Nothing could be worse than this. A mission in Cuba with Clint? He could handle that. Being handcuffed to Tony for a day? Go right ahead? Listening to Steve rant about the government for the third night in a row? Be his guest! Y/N was always a burst of sunshine to be around. The light of Bucky's life. Of course, she'd punch him in the ribs if she overheard him say that, but she didn't know. For her to be this aggravated at him made Bucky scared. No, horrified.
"I, uh, had a few road bumps," Bucky answered the question you hadn't asked. He knew you were going to ask though, you always did whenever he was late somewhere.
"Quit reading my mind, Barnes,"
Bucky blushed at that. Why were you only calling him Barnes? He saw a small smirk creep up on your face, you knew he was nervous.
"So are you gonna come in, or?" You asked, tired of standing in the elevator. You walked out, going to the foot of his bed to sit on it.
Bucky nodded, following you. When he noticed that you sat, he leaned against his dresser. It was littered with framed photos of him, Steve and you, being accompanied by his deodorant and hairbrush. When his large frame leaned up against it, it clattered a bit, making you jump.
"Sorry," He declared quickly.
You smiled, but it wasn't your typical sweet, beaming smile Bucky saw when he cooked pancakes. This smile reminded him of a snake but in a good way. It was a smile that revealed she wanted something. Bucky wondered what this unsaid thing could be.
"You're very jumpy," You stated. Gee, like that wasn't obvious. "And I think I know why," You got up, standing opposite from him, leaving little room between the two of you. Bucky could feel your hot breath on his face, all thanks to your skyward glance.
"Look, Y/N, I'm sorry-" Bucky mumbled, being cut off by soft lips touching his.
It was a deep kiss. By reflex, he grabbed the back of her head, intensifying the kiss even more. He noticed by her elevated knees that Y/N was standing on her tiptoes. To help with this issues, he grabbed underneath her thighs and picked her up. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, ramming him backwards on the wall.
"Never apologize for that, Barnes," Y/N suggested breathlessly. "It was super hot anyways. Made me feel butterflies in my stomach if I'm honest."
"Now you know how it feels to be near you all the time," Bucky insisted, equally as breathless as you were.
You looked at him with bewilderment.
"All the time?" You asked, your confidence wavering for a moment.
"Yeah," Bucky admitted. "Christ doll. You're the best, who wouldn't love you?!"
"Love?" You asked again.
"Yea-, oh fuck, oh I mean-" Bucky stuttered through his sentence to be met with your lips once more. God they were soft. Softer than the blanket Ma knit him one bad winter. Softer than the first pair of pajama pants he got from Natasha, the ones with little Cap shields. But they couldn't be softer than your skin. Whenever he touched your shoulder in support after a mission or grazed your arm in the kitchen while preparing cereal at 2 in the morning, your skin was always soft. It was never dry like his, it was soft and delicate. He almost feels sinful for touching something this soft with his calloused hands.
Your lips separated from his, your eyes filled with admiration.
"Love?" You asked him again, hoping for a solid answer this time.
"Love," Bucky replied, kissing her nose gently and placing her on the bed, finally letting her down from his hips.
She laid on his bed, before making an uncomfortable face. Bucky watched Y/N crawl up to the head of the bed and get under the covers on the left side. She knew Bucky liked the right side.
"Lay with me?"
Bucky shuffled to the right side of the bed and lifted up the covers. He slid in and immediately turned to his right to see your back. He gently pressed his chest flush against yours and kissed your neck. He did that for what felt like an hour, but he discovered was only 10 minutes when your phone buzzed.
(7:38)
Carol DAMNvers: Tell Robocop he left his phone open downstairs.
(7:49)
MoHAWK: Use a condom.
Goddamnit.
Bucky lifted himself, glancing to see if you were asleep. You were asleep, thank God. Slowly, making sure not to wake you up, Bucky got up and headed downstairs. He was never going to hear the end of this.
Once he reached the ground level, Bucky was greeted with all the Avengers sitting in the common room.
"Got any hickies?" Scott asked.
"Jesus Christ, Scott. have some respect." Hope sighed, she was tired.
"Where's Carol?" Bucky asked, simply wanting to know where the powerful lady went.
"Right behind you, Barnes." Bucky flinched as Carol's raspy voice boomed from behind him. "I gotta few questions for you."
"Privately, please. Lord knows how much I want to know how kinky Y/N is. It's none, by the way," Bruce said, looking up from his book.
Carol walked into the hallway, right next to her room. Mid-strut, she looked behind her and made a 'come hither' motion at Bucky. He followed. When he met up with her again, she had a threatening smile on her lips.
"Did she do anything?" Carol asked, cracking her knuckles. She knew it wouldn't threaten him, but it was more for her.
"What?" Bucky questioned.
"Did she do anything? Ya know, to you?" Carol repeated, softer than the previous time.
"She kissed me?" Bucky gave a confusing answer, it was a definite statement, but he asked it as if he were asking if it was the right thing to say.
"Finally."
"What?" Bucky asked.
"God fucking damn it, Bucky. Are your ears broken?"
"No...." Bucky sighed.
"I said finally," Carol recounted. "That girl has had a crush on you for ages."
Bucky was shocked. "She has?"
"It's what I said, isn't it?" Carol asked, and Bucky nodded. "Let me finish. She tells me everything, even the things I don't want to hear. She asks me what I think sex with you would be like."
Bucky gave an embarrassed cough. He knew Y/N was forward, it's quite obvious. He just didn't peg her to be the girl that would just ask things like that. Especially to her closest friend, who happened to be a fellow Avenger.
"Were you safe?"
"Jesus, Carol. We didn't have sex." Bucky playfully scoffed.
She laughed, her threatening smile shifting into a playful one.
"Good," She said through her grin. "I'd have to kick your ass if you just slept with her after the first kiss. I know you're more than that."
"Thanks for believing in me, I guess." Bucky laughed.
"You guess? Goodness, maybe I should keep her away from you,"
Bucky's smile fell. That can't happen.
"I'm kidding, Bucky. Get back to her, she's probably missing you."
With that, Bucky escaped as fast as he could. He didn't want to hear any more of Carol's questions. It was partly embarrassing and partly tiring. Bucky understood he wanted the best for Y/N, but just listening to Carol made his head hurt sometimes. Sometimes her questions could be dotish, but he understood. Her willingness to know everything is both a blessing and a curse.
Once he got back into his room, he was greeted with a sight he'd love to see for the rest of his life. He saw you under his covers, in his cyanic shirt, which he assumed you awoke to get, sprawled out across his bed. He closed the door to his room, the dim light helping him realize you were awake.
"You miss me?" He asked.
"Always," You replied, with a smile as bright as the sun.
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Oh could you do some Tim and Damian bonding with number 10 or just the batbros in general
Here you go! Sorry it took so long and thanks for the prompt! I had a lot of fun writing this, Tim and Damian are just Peak siblings constantly bitching at each other and I love it, lmaoo.
Tim was having a strange dream. It looked like he was in a video game, making his way through a castle that looked like a Super Mario level, only he was fighting an army of ninjas. Bruce and the others were waiting at the end of the stage, he knew instinctively, trapped inside a giant man-eating plant. He had to get to them fast, or the plant would digest them and it would be game over.
Then there was an earthquake. Tim cursed under his breath and struggled to keep his balance as he danced away from his opponents, but the shaking only got worse. Above him, the ceiling begun to crumble.
“Drake!”
Tim recognized the voice immediately. Damian. He sounded distressed – but something wasn’t quite right. Damian was trapped inside the plant with the others. Had he gotten out on his own?
“Goddamnit, Drake, wake up!”
Tim spun around, trying to pinpoint where Damian’s voice was coming from, but the ground collapsed below him as soon as he did and he was falling, falling. Tim closed his eyes and waited for the crash – instead, he became aware of some soft material below him, impossibly comfortable. Damian’s voice was ringing louder than ever, now having switched to Arabic to mutter his disapproval of…what? Tim’s general existence, maybe.
Tim rolled onto his back with a yawn and blinked up at Damian, who scowled at him and yanked his blankets away. He did so one-armed. In his other hand, Damian was cradling something small that Tim couldn’t see properly. Squinting a little, Tim sat up.
“What d'you want?” Tim asked, voice groggy with sleep.
Stay in the manor for the weekend, Tim, Bruce had said. I’ll make that chicken pot pie you like, Master Tim, Alfred had said. And because Tim was an idiot who deserved his fate, he had agreed. He had not signed up for being cruelly woken up by his pest of a little brother, thank you very much.
Damian deposited the thing – a small ball of spikes – on Tim’s lap, expression guarded. He shuffled his feet in a way that was uncharacteristic of him, almost skittish.
“I found this hedgehog on the grounds,” Damian said with great dignity. “I believe he is ill.”
Tim was prone to agree. The hedgehog was restless, scratching and licking itself, with its spikes sparser than Tim thought they ought to be, its skin dry underneath. There was something about being handed a creature so small and defenseless that made his chest hum with anxiety. He rested a tentative hand on top of the hog’s back, careful not to spook it.
He glanced at Damian, trying not to look as panicked as he felt. “Can’t you take him to Alfred, or –”
“We’re the only ones home,” Damian cut him off. His tone was curt, impatient, but he wasn’t going out of his way to insult Tim as he usually would. Tim detected a hint of concern. “And – as much as I’m loathe to admit it – I don’t know what to do.”
Tim’s eyes flickered to the hedgehog again, equal parts captivated and terrified. It was so small. Was it a baby hedgehog? Or was this their regular size? Spikes or no, Tim was gripped by the fear that he might crush it without meaning to.
“Alright. Here’s the plan,” he declared, ignoring the part of him that wanted to freak out and denounce all responsibility. “You’re going to do a google search and find out what we can feed this little guy, meanwhile I’m going to call a vet and try to set up an appointment. All good?”
“Very well,” Damian agreed, more easily than Tim had expected. “But the appointment must be for today. I will not risk his health.”
Tim bit back a sarcastic retort and tried to smile instead. “It will be for as soon as I can arrange one, Dames.”
Damian nodded tersely and grabbed Tim’s laptop from his bedside cabinet, plopping down on the bed and typing away at lightning speed. Tim wondered if it was worth protesting that Damian use his own laptop or phone instead, but he shook his head and let it go. Tim lifted his pillow and gave his blankets a shake in search for his phone. It fell out and tumbled to the floor.
It took a few tries to find a clinic that was both open at this time – 7 AM, Damian, what were you even doing outside so early? Tim had only just gone to sleep two hours ago and Damian was already up – and willing to accommodate them on such short notice. Luckily, the name Wayne literally opened doors, and Damian got his wish. They had an appointment for 10 AM. Tim wasn’t expecting so much as a thank you.
When Tim returned to his room, Damian was curled up in bed with the little hedgehog in his hand, feeding him little bites of Titus’ food with great care. Tim stopped at the threshold, mouth quirking up at the corners. It was so rare to see Damian unguarded like this that Tim wished for a moment that he had his camera on hand. He snapped a quick picture with his phone instead and then coughed unsubtly to alert Damian to his presence.
Damian sat up straighter at once. “I have found that we may give the hedgehog cat or dog food as long as it is not fish-based,” he informed Tim. “We may not give him milk.”
“Good job,” Tim said. “We’re going to the vet in a couple of hours. Think you can watch him until then?”
“Of course,” Damian said instantly. “Fetch me a baby bottle filled with warm water.”
Tim’s eyebrows twitched. “Please.”
Damian shot him a puzzled, irritated look. “What?”
“I’m helping you, Damian,” Tim said, as evenly as he could, “but that doesn’t mean you get to order me around. You could say please. Or at least make it a request, not a command.”
“Can you fetch me a baby bottle filled with warm water?” Damian rephrased, this time making it sound like he was doubting Tim’s ability to complete even that simple task.
“You’re lucky your little pinecone is cute,” Tim ground out.
He fetched Damian the damn baby bottle.
“Okay, so they’re doing us a favor seeing us so soon,” Tim reminded Damian as he parked the car outside the clinic. “So let’s not, uh, throw knifes at them, or threaten to eviscerate them if the results are not what you want to hear. Okay? Try it out. Pretend I’m the vet.”
Damian scoffed, but quickly smoothed his expression into something innocent and childlike, eyes wide and pleading. “Doctor, can you heal my pet? And by ‘can’, I mean do it or I’ll murder the town.” He gave Tim a bitter look. “Is that what you expect me to say, Drake? I do know how to behave like a normal human when the occasion calls for it.”
“Of course you – I didn’t mean –” Tim sighed and rubbed his temples. “You’re right. I’m just tired. Being an asshole. Sorry.”
Damian looked taken aback. “Yes. Well. Let us not dwell on it.”
Damian clutched the hedgehog protectively as they walked into the clinic and settled in to wait at the reception room. Tim busied himself with scrolling through news apps on his phone. It was a habit. He had priority alerts for certain terms, of course, Batman and WE and so forth, but it was important to stay informed on a larger scale too.
After a twenty minute wait, give or take, they were called to the examination room. Tim was quietly relieved that it didn’t take longer, because Damian had been growing restless. The hedgehog was asleep in his palm, curled into its side, and Damian was watching it so intently that you would have thought the poor thing would die if he took his eyes off it.
The vet greeted them with a smile and introduced herself as Dr Gleason. She took the hedgehog from Damian – who was reluctant to hand it over – and woke it up gently. She much have sensed Damian’s anxiety, because she took the time to explain each step of the procedure to him as she went about the exam. Tim stood to the side, a little awkwardly, but also marveling at how fixated Damian looked.
“Looks like this little buddy has mites,” she said. “It’s nothing serious, but if you have others pets I would suggest keeping him quarantined. How long have you had him?”
“I just found him today,” Damian said, and then, defensively, “They’re legal to have as pets in New Jersey. I checked.”
Dr Gleason nodded. “Well, he’s gonna need a cage, a hide box, an exercise wheel…you have to keep those all clean to prevent mites in the future, as well as any other toys or items you give him. Okay?”
“I will take good care of him,” Damian declared coolly.
Dr. Gleason prescribed an antiparasitic, instructing them to keep an eye on the hedgehog for a few days to make sure it was working properly. When they were about to leave, she held Tim for a moment longer.
“Is your brother serious about keeping him?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty sure,” Tim said with a shrug. “He has a…thing. About animals. This would be his fourth pet now.”
Dr Gleason inclined her head. “That’s good, but you should know that hedgehogs have a relatively short lifespan. 3-6 years is the most common. Tell your dad too. Before you make that decision, you should all know what you’re getting into – that kind of loss can be devastating to a kid.”
Tim could testify to the fact that Damian had experienced his fair share of devastating things already, but there was no arguing that he’d be distraught if any of his pets were to die. He’d have to find a way to bring it up subtly, or better yet, pass along the information to Dick and have him handle it.
He smiled and nodded. “Will do, ma'am.”
Damian was waiting for him impatiently, frustrated at being left out. He grew even more so when he demanded to know what Dr Gleason had wanted to talk about and Tim gave him a generic response, but Tim didn’t budge. He’d done his brotherly duty for today – he would not be the one to have the conversation about the mortality of pets, at least not right now.
They got into the car and drove in silence for a few minutes, Damian’s anger dissipating as his focus returned to his newest acquisition. Distantly, Tim wondered if they should have asked Bruce before adding another member to Damian’s growing menagerie. He probably wouldn’t mind, would he? The little creature didn’t take up any space, so small that it could easily fit in Damian’s palm.
“I’m going to call him Drake,” Damian announced.
Tim almost crashed into a street sign, earning scornful honks from the drivers behind him.
“Damian, you can’t tell me something like that when I’m driving and operating on two hours of sleep,” he protested numbly. He’d heard Damian’s words just fine, but his mind refused to process them.
Damian bristled. “Two hours? You imbecile -”
“You’re naming the hedgehog after me?” Tim interrupted.
“That was the thought, yes,” Damian said irritably. “But if it’s going to cause you to kill us both in a car accident -”
“Sorry, sorry,” Tim said. “It’s just, you know. Between the two of us, I would argue that you’re the one with the prickly exterior.”
Damian gave him a scowl. “While I suppose you consider yourself to be oh so mellow and approachable.”
Something in his tone gave Tim pause. Had Damian been trying to reach out, to be nicer to him? Had Tim rebuffed him without realising it? They hadn’t had a serious fight in ages, and Tim couldn’t deny that he cared about the little gremlin, but he hadn’t exactly been campaigning to become Damian’s new best friend.
“I’m honored, I think,” he said. “I’d love for this little guy to be named after me.”
“You’re about as ugly as him,” Damian said without missing a beat.
And this time Tim could easily recognize it as banter, not a genuine attempt at insulting Tim, if only because Damian would never dream of saying anything bad about his pets.
He laughed. “Joke’s on you, I think he’s adorable.”
“I already prefer him to you,” Damian informed him grimly. “Drake the second is far less obnoxious.”
“Pot, kettle,” Tim quipped, and found that this back and forth came easily.
#damian wayne#tim drake#robin#red robin#batman#batman comics#batman and robin comics#red robin comics#batman fanfic#batfamily#batfam#batbros#my writing
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I Thought You Said That You Knew How to Bake?!
Word Count: 2051
A/N: Hey guys! Guess who’s back in time for spooky season?! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted something like this, but I finally got some inspiration and decided to whip this up. As always, if you have any criticism for me, please send it in. Also, I’m taking requests, so send those in, too! Lastly, the reader and Peter are 18/19 in this fic. Enjoy!
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Checking my phone for the millionth time that night, I saw the exact same response I had every other time, which was absolutely nothing. You see, I had planned a date with my boyfriend, Peter, and yet again our plans had fallen through due to his never-ending duties as Spiderman. He told me that he would let me know how his latest mission had gone as soon as he could, but not a word had been heard from him within the three and a half hours that he had been gone.
Soon enough, I decided that I couldn’t just sit and wait for him to come back, he would do that when he could. I needed to find something to do to take my mind off of him being gone. After some internal debate, I ended up calling my older sister, Olivia, to see what she was up to.
“Hello?” I heard her familiar voice pick up after three rings. She sounded tired, to say the least.
“Hey! Just calling to check in. How’s everything going?” I asked, happy to be talking to her again. It was hard to find time to catch up ever since she had her daughter, Mia. Don’t get me wrong, I love Mia to the moon and back (she is my niece, after all), but kids were time consuming, so these moments were rare. I flopped down onto the red pull-out sofa that resided in my living room, hanging my legs over the side.
“Oh, things are fine. I’ve been up all night trying to figure out how to make these freakin’ pies for Mia’s fall bake sale tomorrow, but I can’t stop messing it up. I’ve literally tried doing this about a dozen times with no successes.” She replied, and I could already hear the frustration in her voice. I pulled my phone away from my ear to check the time. It was already 2:14AM. It was a lot later than I thought it was.
“I’ll tell you what.” I began, coming up with an idea that would help my sister and give me something to do. “I’m waiting up for someone and looking for something to do. I can bake those pies for you and you can get some sleep. Plus, I’m pretty sure I have most, if not all, of the ingredients at my apartment already.”
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I’ve got it handled.” She denied, perking up a bit.
“Olive, dude, I insist. I’m good at baking, and can have this done in a couple of hours. I’ll be sure to drop them off before you take Mia to school. Please?” I pushed, wanting her to say yes.
“Alright, alright, you can do it. I owe you one.” She surrendered. “I do need those by 7:00 tomorrow morning, though.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I teased, saluting her, even though I knew nobody could see.
We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, springing up off of the couch. I made my way into the kitchen, googling what I would need to do this, and it appeared that I had everything that I needed.
Except the sugar. Of course.
I had forgotten that I had lended it to my neighbor, Ellen, and she had never given it back. I wasn’t about to ask for it back, as it was still 2:00AM, and I wasn’t going to wake up an elderly woman, as she was in her late seventies, early eighties, just to ask for my sugar back. I just decided to walk to the nearest corner store, as it was only a few blocks from my apartment complex. Plus, I like nighttime walks, especially during this time of year. New York was crowded, yes, but it was gorgeous this time of year.
I exited my apartment building, and I immediately felt the autumn breeze blowing softly against my face. It was a welcomed change from the sweltering summer heat. My black heeled boots were loud as they hit the concrete sidewalk, but aside from the chirping crickets, it was the only sound to be heard for miles, so I didn’t mind. It was relaxing, really. The only lights around were the street lights scattered around the area, illuminated the path.
A smile crept onto my face when I looked at the trees. One of my favorite parts of autumn was seeing the changes in nature. In this case, it was the leaves that were turning a yellow-orange and falling onto the ground, some being swept away by the wind, and some staying where they were.
I walked for a few more minutes, before reaching the corner store. It had a homey feeling to it, probably since I had been going there since middle school. It was run by an older man, his name was Kenny, who used to be a father figure to me and Olivia and good friends with my mother. Speaking of, even though we only lived about ten minutes away from each other, I hadn’t seen my mom since I moved out to attend college. I tried contacting her for a while, but after she refused to answer time and time again, I gave up. I guess our relationship wasn’t as good as I had once thought it to be.
But that’s besides the point. I made my way to the back of the store, to where most of the baking supplies were kept. I grabbed a bag of sugar and made my way to Kenny, who was working the cash register.
I set the sugar on the counter before greeting him fondly. “Hey, Kenny! It’s been a while. How are you doing?”
“I’ve been doing good, darling. How about you? It’s awful late for you to be out doing some shopping.” He replied, sounding curious. “Also, that’ll be $2.99.”
“Mia has got a bake sale tomorrow and I offered to bake the pies she needs, since Olivia was having trouble with it.” I explained, pulling the cash out of my pocket and handing it to Kenny.
“Gotcha.” He nodded, handing me a bag with the sugar in it. “You have a good night, alright? And call me if you need anything.”
“I will. Have a good night, Ken.” I smiled, walking out of the shop and making my way home.
I entered my apartment, kicking my shoes off to the side and making my way into the kitchen. I was pulling the ingredients out of my cabinet when I heard three sharp knocks against my window making me jump, dropping the wrapped stick of butter. I yelped out of fright and I whipped around to see Peter, clinging onto the window of my apartment, sending me a wave.
I sighed in relief upon seeing that it was just him. “Goddamnit, Peter. I swear, that boy is going to be the death of me.” I mumbled before opening the window to let him in.
“Hey, (Y/N).” Peter greeted, taking his mask off and kissing me, which I gladly returned, cupping his cheek.
“Hey, you. I’m pretty sure you left a spare outfit over here the last time you stayed over. They’re in my room, if you want to get out of that suit.” I offered, smiling brightly at him.
He thanked me, beginning to walk to my room, but stopping in his tracks to face me. “Look, (Y/N), I’m really sorry we had to cancel again. But, Mr. Stark called me, and he had a lead on that guy who was dealing whatever was left of his old weapons.”
“Pete, I get it. You’re a superhero and have other commitments to handle. If saving lives takes priority over us going out for a date, trust me, I’ll understand. Now, go get your ass out of that suit and come help me with this.” I replied.
“With what?” He asked, an eyebrow raising in curiosity.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” I teased, grinning at him before picking up the previously forgotten stick of butter off of the cold kitchen tile. “Thank God it was still wrapped.” I mumbled to myself, laughing quietly.
After a few minutes, I had everything out on the counter and Peter reentered the kitchen wearing his baggy, grey sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants, and his hair was messy, sticking up in various places.
“Now that I’m changed, will you please tell me what you need help with?” He whined, obviously plagued with the need to fulfill his curiosity as to what he needed to do.
“Well,” I began, reaching up and tucking his soft, brown lock back into place. “I called Olivia about an hour ago and Mia has her fall bake sale tomorrow. I offered to help her out by baking a couple of pies for them to take to Mia’s school tomorrow morning. And it just so appears that I need an assistant. You up for the challenge?” I asked, moving my hands down onto his hips.
“Yes, Chef (Y/N), I am. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at baking, so I’m pretty sure we’ve got this in the bag.” He agreed, looking at my laptop, which was currently residing on the counter with the recipes pulled up. “Okay, so the first step is to add the flour and the salt.”
“Oh, I’ve got the flour right…” I trailed off looking for the unopened bag of flour. “here!” I tried opening the bag, but I wasn’t able to. It was as if it was superglued together. Weird. “Hey babe, I can’t get this bag open. Can you?” I asked, holding it out to him.
“Oh yeah, of course.” He took the bag from me and he pulled the edges apart with all his might, apparently forgetting that he had super strength. As a result, the bag tore open, exploding all over him and my kitchen.
I began to cackle at the scene before me. My boyfriend looked like he was caked in snow, his mouth gaping open in shock as to what he’d just done. “Oh my God!” I cried in between laughs. “I thought you said you were good at baking?!” I teased.
He didn’t respond, although a devilish grin filled his features as he stood up and walked towards me. “Come on, (Y/N), can I please have a hug?” He asked, feigning innocence.
“Peter Benjamin Parker, I swear, if you get any of that flour on me, you will be sleeping on that couch for the rest of your days.” I threatened, backing away from him. Before I knew it, he began chasing me through the apartment. Eventually though, I was cornered. There’s only so far you can run in a one-bedroom apartment, after all. Peter took this opportunity to pick me up and pull me to him, covering me with flour, as I struggled to escape his grasp.
“Damn it, Peter.” I grumbled, playfully. “Now not only are we covered in flour, but so is my entire apartment. I hope you enjoy sleeping on that couch.”
“Okay, so maybe I’m not so good at baking, but I will vacuum your apartment if you don’t banish me to the couch. Do we have a deal?” He offered, still carrying me.
“Fine, I suppose that will work.” I grinned, ignoring his hand, instead pulling him in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen this kiss, even though I knew I was just getting more flour on my clothes. Eventually, I pulled away, getting back onto the ground. “But first, you are taking a shower, mister. I don’t need more flour in this damn apartment.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea.” He agreed, making his way to my bathroom, although stopping in the doorway. “What about you? Don’t you want to join me? I mean, you are also covered in flour.” He offered, shooting me a seductive look.
“Not this time, Spidey. Thankfully, most of it is on my clothes, so I’ll be okay if I change. Maybe next time.” I winked at him before turning back to my bedroom, to hurry up and get changed. I still had a bunch of pies to make for a five year old, after all.
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Coming Home (Chap 7)
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“They are going to get suspicious if you do not start building something soon.” Yinsen muttered as he stared down at the plans Tony had been working on all night.
“They’re too stupid to notice the difference.” Tony scoffed, and pressed his hand over where the arc reactor sat in his chest. It was heavy and uncomfortable and he felt like he couldn't draw a full breath, but he had to get out of here, and the arc reactor was the only way it was possible.
“So you want to build a suit.” Yinsen tapped the paper. “And power it through your reactor.”
“Yep. This baby gives off enough power to let my heart run for fifty lifetimes.” Tony shuffled the plans together, giving a complete picture of the suit of armor. “Or it could power something this big for fifteen minutes. That's all I'll need.”
“And what then, when the reactor gives out because you have worn it down powering the suit?” Yinsen challenged. “It will take only minutes for the shrapnel to flood your heart. What then?”
“At least I won't die in this fucking cave.” Tony chugged the bottle of water and wiped his mouth, throwing it in a corner and reached for his welding torch. “Let’s go.”
“Tell me what you need me to do.” Yinsen grabbed heavy duty gloves. “I can help with any--” he froze, they both did, when the floor seemed to shake, a dull rumble reaching their ears.
“That’s weird.” Tony said slowly. “We can't hear anything when we are in here. Not voices, not footsteps, and I've never been scared of earthquakes before, but I've never inside a mountain when one happened either so--”
“That was not an earthquake.” Yinsen disagreed. “I don't know what it was but it couldn't have been goo--”
---An explosion rocked the cave, and they dove for cover when rocks came falling from the ceiling, tables over turning and scattering tools and dismantled bombs everywhere.
The noise was much clearer now, the sound of automatic gunfire, of panicked shouts and terrified screams, and Tony reached for Yinsen, dragging him back as far away from the door as they could get.
“We have to stay back!” he yelled, coughing over the dust. “If they blow the door in we could be killed just from the---”
--there was another blast, huge slabs of rock cracking and then crashing down from above, and the heavily fortified door to their cave bent nearly in half from the force of the explosion, one hinge blown clear off, the others straining to keep it in place--
--Then a metal hand, thick fingers curling around the edge of the door. A quick jerk and it ripped right off the remaining two hinges, thrown over a shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all--
--And the Soldier stepped through the smoke and over the rocks, black wings held high, metal tips screeching along the rock walls as he moved, blue eyes glowing above a black mask.
“The Angel of Death.” Yinsen gasped and dropped to his knees with his hands covered his head, stammering prayers under his breath, wings drawn in close to his body to try and shield himself.
“No. Not the Angel of Death.” Tony stared at the Soldier, hope and horror tangling in his chest. “That's my Omega. That's my-- Bucky. Bucky what are you doing here?”
“Tony.” Bucky ripped his mask off and started pushing through the mess of the cave, kicking things out of the way, stepping over the rocks to get to him. “Alpha I’ve been looking for you for so long. I can't believe --”
“Bucky!” Tony screamed in panic when armed guards ran into the cave, weapons drawn and already firing, the sound so loud in the closed space that Tony thought his ear drums would burst, but he couldn't think about that, not when Bucky’s back was to them, making him a literal target.
But Bucky was ready, and whirled around, dropping to his knees with his wings spread wide to shield Tony and Yinsen, ripping the guns from his holsters and emptying the clips into the guards. Tony threw himself over Yinsen, praying they wouldn't get caught by a ricocheting round, knowing Bucky wouldn't get hurt but unable to stop worrying about it, still in shock just from seeing Bucky, and trying to figure out what the hell to say to his Omega if they actually survived this.
Bullets were still falling when both guns clicked empty and Bucky was reaching for another magazine when marines filled the doorway, shouting “Stand down! Stand down!” and quickly dispatching the rest of the guards that had been hiding behind overturned tables for cover.
Bucky dropped the gun instantly, hands and wings up so the soldiers recognized him as on their side, and sent a quick look towards Tony, breathing a sigh of relief when the Alpha looked terrified but unharmed.
“Tony.” Colonel Rhodes ran through the door as soon as one of his men had declared the room clear. “Tony!”
“Rhodey.” Tony didn't even make it to his feet to hug his friend, Rhodes skidded onto his knees in the dirt and threw his arms and wings around him, holding him close. “It's about damn time you found me.” Tony put a hand over the reactor in his chest, but held onto Rhodes with his other arm, pressing their foreheads together and breathing in the welcome scent of his oldest friend. “I'm so glad to see you.”
“I'm gonna kick your ass, running off like that.” Rhodes sounded like he was choking up. “You trying to give me a heart attack or what?” He still pulled away and grabbed Tony's chin, turning his face so he could see if he was hurt too terribly, wincing at the still fading bruises and cuts from Tony's last beating. “Alright. That was a terrible choice of words. Look, next time---” he cleared his throat. “Next time you ride with me, alright?”
“God, no.” Tony joked, tears in his eyes. “Not the Hum-Drum-Vee.”
“Next time you ride with me.” Rhodes repeated and this time tears fell and Tony dropped his head onto Rhodey’s shoulder and let the other Alpha hold him.
“Something bad happened, Rhodey.” Tony whispered, and Rhodes nodded. “No, I mean something really bad happened.” Tony's fingers tightened on his waist. “Keep Bucky away from me.”
“Tony.” Rhodes started to pull away, started to ask what the hell, started to explain that Bucky had been the only reason they had even found him, but Tony shook his head and held him even tighter.
“Keep him away from me.”
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Bucky didn't know what to think when Colonel Rhodes put his wings around Tony, all but hiding him from view as they left the cave.
He didn't know what to think when Tony cried as he hugged Yinsen goodbye, making the Beta promise to come see him as soon as everything went through with his paperwork to bring him to the States.
He certainly didn't know what to think when he went to follow Tony into the hospital and Rhodes stepped in front of him and shook his head. “You can't go in there, Sergeant.” Rhodes was all business, wings raised enough to block Bucky's view, arms folded, gaze stern. “No one is allowed back in surgery.”
“He hasn't even talked to me.” Bucky said desperately. “He won't hardly look at me. What’s going on? Rhodes, what happened?”
“Tony is…” Rhodes searched for the right words. “You know, he’s been hurt pretty badly these last few months. He is about to be poked with a bunch of needles and will be heavily sedated for the ride home-- he just needs some time. He’s probably still in shock. Probably thinks he’s hallucinating and is still going to wake up in that miserable cave. Give him some time.”
He took a chance and laid a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder, breathing a quick sigh of relief when the volatile Omega didn't snap his arm right off. “Give him some time, okay? You can't expect someone to come out of this and be fine automatically. You know that. You know how long it took you to be alright, you need to just---” he cleared his throat. “A little time, alright? Tony will bounce back.”
“Yeah, but--”
“Listen.” Rhodes said firmly. “You know damn well that Tony is one of the best Alpha’s out there. If you, his Omega, are in the room, he is going to be fussing over you, needing to make sure you are alright, and honestly he doesn’t need that right now. He needs to focus on trying to heal, and forty eight hours with no distractions other than doctors will go along way for him.”
“Yeah, alright.” Bucky backed away, left the hospital to try and get some sleep, but he still felt uneasy, still couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, or that there was something the Colonel wasn't telling him.
There had been something in Tony's eyes when he had come bursting through the door of the cave, a look on his face, the way he had leaned away maybe? There had been something about Tony that had seemed like fear, and maybe hurt and anger?
Bucky didn't understand it, but it made him sick to his stomach. All he wanted to do was bury his face in Tony's chest and cry out all the stress of the last three months. He wanted his Alpha to put those beautiful wings around him and make it all disappear. He wanted to climb on Tony's lap and listen to the Alpha purr, to feel that rumble that seemed to vibrate through his entire body, to scent up through Tony's neck and urge his Alpha against him and--
Fuck. Bucky clenched his fist so he wouldn't put it through a wall. Fuck, why would Tony be angry with him? Why would Tony be afraid of him?
What did he do to hurt his Alpha?
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(Day 90)
“If you think I'm leaving this plane in a wheelchair, you’ve got another thing coming.” Tony warned as the plane touched down in New York and Rhodey folded his arms stubbornly, flicking his wings out in annoyance.
“You’re either gonna wheel yourself out or I'm gonna carry you out, and I don't mean like a firefighter, I mean like a damsel in distress, swooped up in my arms so your dress doesn't touch the floor. So which one is it gonna be? You gonna be all Professor X for me or do I need to get you a ballgown?”
“Goddamnit Rhodes, I am fine!” Tony snapped, his eyes sparking dangerously, but when Rhodey’s dark blue wings shot wide open in anger,Tony looked away, dropping his gaze. “Shit. Sorry. I'm sorry.”
“Hey.” Rhodes took a deep breath and pulled his wings back in. “Okay, hold on. I know you don't want to come across as weak when you get home but--”
“No it's fine.” All the fire left Tony's voice and he moved to sit obediently in the wheelchair. “You’re right. I need a wheelchair. I do. I'm not really strong enough, am I?”
Rhodey swallowed uncomfortably, not sure he liked this new side of Tony. The Alpha had been switching between quick fits of rage and uncharacteristic submission in the forty eight hours since they had found him and it was...odd. Tony had never been quick to anger, but had certainly never been quick to submit, and it was unsettling to watch.
Even more unsettling was the way he kept his wings tied back, and his chest covered at all times. When they had untied his wings in the hospital to stretch them and check any damage, Tony had screamed at the nurses to leave him alone. When they had cut his shirt off to stare at his chest, Tony had clapped his hands over the glowing reactor and told them they wouldn't understand the tech anyway, so do what they needed and then get the hell away from him.
Rhodey hadn't even seen the device yet, not clearly anyway, and Tony's wings were tied back again, loose knots below his shoulders and right above his knees keeping them from opening at all. Even the colors were off, muted maybe, and while that could be a direct result of the stress or a consistently poor diet for several months, Rhodes was worried that maybe it was actually permanent, that maybe Tony was damaged and the wings were a physical sign of his mental state.
And damn he hated how quickly Tony backed down, how much he shrunk into himself when he apologized. Rhodes hated it and he didn't know how to fix it, so maybe some tough love would work? So when the door of the plane unfolded and they were allowed to leave, he jostled the wheelchair to bump Tony out of it. “Get your ass up.” he said firmly. “You don't need a damn wheelchair. Walk your ass down the ramp like man. You’re stronger than this. Come on.”
Tony should have laughed, should have snarked something back, or should have reacted in any way at all, but he didn't. He just stood meekly and let Rhodes put an arm around his waist to help him down the ramp.
“Tony.” Only Pepper was waiting on the runway, the rest of the team up north somewhere, due back that night, and Tony had quietly told Rhodes that he was relieved. He didn't think he could handle seeing everyone right at the moment.
So it was only Pepper, her hands clasped tightly so they wouldn't shake, biting at her lip, tears tracking down her face.
“Tears for your long lost boss?” Tony teased quietly, and Pepper cried all the harder, even as she shook her head.
“Oh god no. Tears because I thought I would need a new job, and the market is just terrible right now. Thank god you came home, no one else would let me give myself raises like you do.”
“Right. Of course.” Tony smiled again and Pepper opened her arms hopefully, pale pink wings lifting in welcome. “Um, yeah, you know.” he touched his chest gingerly. “I think I'm a little too sore for that.”
“Oh.” Pepper’s pretty mouth dropped open in surprise, but Tony just moved around her and headed for the car. Rhodes sent her an apologetic look, and leaned in to kiss her forehead in greeting. “Thank you for bringing him home.” She whispered and Rhodes motioned behind him.
“It wasn't me, Pep. Couldn't have done it without Bucky.” He hesitated, and Pepper nodded, so he bent and kissed her lips gently. “It's good to be back.”
“Welcome home, Colonel.” Pepper blushed prettily and touched his shoulder before turning her attention to Bucky. “Sweetheart, welcome home.” She opened her arms and Bucky went right to her, pushing his face into her neck and lifting her off her feet in a hug.
“Oh honey.” she held him tighter. “Are you alright? I'm so glad you’re home, everyone is so excited to see you. We have all really missed you. They won't be home until tonight, but--”
“He hasn't talked to me.” Bucky said, putting her down and staring at the car where Tony sat, waiting to be taken home. “He hasn't talked to me, or even looked at me, and if I get too close I can smell the fear on him. Pep, why is Tony afraid of me?”
“I think Tony is afraid of lots of things right now.” she whispered, and pulled him close for another hug. “But you’ll see. Once he’s home and safe and knows it's for real he will come back to us.”
“You think?”
“Bucky.” Pepper caught his jaw and stared into his eyes. “Tony is our Alpha. If anyone can come out of something like this, it's him. Things will be different, and probably hard for a little bit, but he’s our Alpha. Everything’s gonna be fine.” she kissed his cheek gently. “Now come on. Let’s get home.”
“Yeah, alright.” Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Steve. Just landed, coming home, I can't wait to see you tonight.
It didn't feel like coming home though, heading to the Tower with Tony in the backseat of the car, staring blankly out the window. His beautiful wings were still tied back, a vest zipped securely up over his damaged chest, and his eyes were a dull brown.
It didn't feel like coming home when Pepper tried to talk to him about how excited everyone was to see him, and Tony shook his head, saying that he didn't want to see everyone yet, that he didn't think he was ready for that.
And when Tony looked up and met Bucky's eyes and flinched away, Bucky felt it like a knife through his stomach.
This didn't feel like coming home at all.
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Questions for Grown-Ups
No one tagged me but I’m doing this anyways, sorry, not sorry
Tired of those surveys made by high school kids? “Have you ever kissed someone? Missed someone? Drank alcohol?”
Here are 35 questions for Grown Ups:
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?: Probably student loans. I just have so much student loan debt. I will seriously be paying on those loans for the next ten years.
2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?: …does…does by myself count? Because I took myself out for a nice steak dinner and sipped on some delicious margaritas about five months ago. I just take a book with me and read while I eat.
3. What do you really want to be doing right now?: I’m pretty content at the moment. I’m off work, in pajamas, lounging on my bed with the puppers and the kitty.
4. How many colleges did you attend?: Two. I attended the same university for all four years of my undergrad and I graduated with a Bachelor’s in Psychology, and then I took grad classes in Counseling at another college for a couple of semesters. Didn’t end up finishing the graduate program though because there was a super intensive field practicum required to complete the degree and I was already working full-time at my current job, and I really don’t want to quit my job so I can get the degree, turn around, and then have to find another job.
5. Why did you choose the shirt you have on now?: …it’s a gray T-shirt with a cartoon cat and it says “R U Kitten Me Right Meow?!” 😂 I picked it because it made me laugh?
6. Thoughts on gas prices?: Not terrible at the moment, currently $1.99/ gallon here. And I saved $0.30/ gallon the other day by using my Dillons gas card. WOOHOO, saving money on gas like an ADULT!
7. First thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?: “Fuckkk…. if I sleep for a while longer and show up late to work, how late is ‘too late’?”
8. Last thought you have before you go to bed?: “Goddamnit, Tera, you said you were going to bed at 9:30 tonight and now it’s 1 a.m. Are you happy now? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?”
9. Do you miss being a child?: Nah. Besides paying bills, I LOVE being an adult. Some people say high school is the best time of your life, some people say college is the best, but my 20′s have undoubtedly been the best so far. Living on my own, doing what I want to do, disposable income, no homework… yes, please.
10. What errand/chore do you despise the most?: Washing dishes. I don’t have a dishwasher at my house and I loathe washing dishes by hand. I hate it so, so much. I literally only use paper plates, styrofoam bowls, and plastic silverware. I just throw everything away when I’m done so I never have to wash dishes. Yes, I hate dishes that much.
11. Up early or sleep in?: Sleep in. I love sleeping in but just never get the chance… or if I do, I wake up early anyways!
12. Found love yet?: Not yet, I am a single pringle. Probably staying that way for a while, too, because all I do is work and then go home, I don’t go anywhere to meet new people. Occasionally I sign up for a dating app, but then I panic and immediately delete it.
13. Favorite lunch meat?: Turkey. Actually, that’s like the ONLY lunch meat I like. I don’t like ham, roast beef… but surprisingly, I do like bologna!
14. What do you get at the grocery store every time?: I’m always stocking up on frozen meals to take to work. I am a lazy cook… as in, I don’t cook. I CAN cook, but I don’t. Cooking for one person is just too much effort.
15. Beach or lake?: Beach. Although, considering I’m in Kansas, there are zero legit beaches around here. Unless you count lake beaches?
16. Is marriage outdated?: I mean, not to me? I’d still like to get married someday. I know it’s not necessary and just a social construct and blah blah, but I still really like the idea of it, at least for myself. Under my sarcastic shell, I am a big soppy romantic at heart. No judgment on anyone who doesn’t wanna go that route though, live and let live. 😊
17. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?: Misha Collins, obviously, because he would be hilarious and adorable. Or Keanu Reeves. Or I would really have loved to meet Leonard Nimoy before he passed away. He just seemed like an amazing man and I bet he had some really great stories and life perspectives to share.
18. Ever crashed your vehicle?: My vehicle has been crashed, yes, but it wasn’t me who crashed it, thank you very much. I’ve been hit by other drivers a couple of times. Not in my new car, thankfully.
19. Do you have any regrets?: I mean, nothing that I would go back and change. I have some small things I wonder about occasionally, but I’m pretty content with the course my life has taken. Even the rough patches have helped me learn. I’m happy where I am, so that’s all that matters.
20. Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?: In an airport bathroom. Hey, those layovers can be excruciating, and I’d hate to subject my fellow flyers to my airport breath.
21. Somewhere you’ve never been but want to go?: Ireland. It’s on the bucket list, but I’ve decided to see some other places first. Thailand, here I come!
22. At this point, would you want to start a new career?: No, and that’s part of why I didn’t finish getting my graduate degree. I really enjoy my work (most of the time) and working with adults with disabilities actually lets me feel like I’m making a difference every now and then, so I’m not looking to change careers.
23. How old are you?: I’m on the downward slope of 25 (26 in two months, how do I stop this whole ‘getting older’ thing?)
24. Do you have a go-to person?: Probably my aunt. She works in a similar career as me, so I can talk to her about work problems or get advice. We’re also a lot alike, including being single with no kids, rescuing animals, etc., so we have a lot in common and use each other as a support system.
25. Are you where you want to be in life?: Actually, yeah, I’m pretty content. I would still like to get a Master’s degree someday (if I could find a degree without a practicum so I wouldn’t have to quit my job) and I’d eventually like to buy a house instead of just renting, but otherwise, I’m good.
26. Growing up, what were your favorite cartoons?: Rugrats, Hey Arnold, The Wild Thornberrys, and The Fairly Oddparents
27. What do you think has changed about you since you were a teenager?: Oh my god, sooo much. I feel like I’ve come out of my shell a lot, and also become a lot more at peace with who I am. I don’t worry so much what people think of me anymore. I mean, I’m still super introverted and I’ve still got all my faults, but I beat myself up less about all of it, y’know?
28. Looking back at high school, were they the best years of your life?: Pffft. PFFFT. Yeah right. High school was…not bad, I had my little group of friends and went to a really small school where everyone was pretty chill, but I do not miss the teenage hormones and insecurities and constant worry about the future.
29. Are there times you still feel like a kid?: Sometimes. Well, not really like a ‘kid’, but sometimes at work I’ll notice my age and feel weirdly young if I’m in a meeting with coworkers who are a lot older than me. And even if they aren’t too much older than me, almost all of my coworkers have kids, so it’s hard to find things in common sometimes.
30. Did you have a pager?: No, I’m not that old, haha. But I did have one of those old-school flip phones that couldn’t even text.
31. Was there a hang-out spot when you were a kid?: Yeah, there were a few. Out at the old Union Pacific railroad bridge. Downtown. A couple of party houses.
32. Were you the type of kid you’d want your children to hang out with?: Depends on my age. 😂 I was mostly a decent kid who got good grades and didn’t get into much trouble, but I went through my crazy, rebellious phase too… drinking, smoking, truancy, sex… ah, yes, being 16 was an interesting time for me.
33. Was there a teacher or figure that stood out to you?: I had a really fantastic school counselor when I was going through that rebellious phase. I was forced to see her and wasn’t happy about it, but she turned out to be awesome. A lot of times, she didn’t even make me talk about school or home, she’d just let me ramble on about things I liked, the books I was reading, my favorite movies, etc. She’d just sit and bullshit with me and didn’t treat me like a kid or talk down to me. I first became interested in psychology and counseling because of her.
34. Do you tell stories that start with “when I was your age”?: Definitely. Kids these days! When I was their age, I was already washing dishes in a restaurant. I started working at age 14 and have never stopped. And my parents didn’t buy me a car, I had to save up and bought my first car by myself for $500. And my parents didn’t pay for my college either, I had to take out tons of student loans and work 30 hours/ week on top of a full course load so I could pay all my own bills (I’m a bitter old woman, can you tell? 😌).
35. Are you religious?: Umm…I used to be, not so much anymore. My step-dad is a pastor though, plus my sister is really religious and attends a private Christian college, so I’m still around it quite a bit. Needless to say, there’s a few things they don’t know about me, including the fact that I work part-time at an adult store.
Tagging: all my “grown-up” friends who would like to do this! Dooo it!
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1-97 NOW ITS UR TURN I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THIS IS MY MAIN U GOTTA SUFFER TOO
I. BLOODY. DID. IT. ITS TAKEN ME /TWO DAYS/ BUT I’VE DONE IT @princeyandanxiety and I’m tagging @use-it-ironically Ironi u do it too pls. I was subjected to this after I subjected Bella to this so now u have to.
Btw this is NSFW ( some of it) and mentions suicide/depression cause I went there. There is some serious truth tea in this god damnit. I put thought and love into this. And also memes but mostly LOVE and boredom. I also feel like I forgot to answer a question or two but whatever. This is 97 questions long. And it’s 2818 words.
By the end of this, you will understand that I am a wreck
Ask me things1. What’s your middle name? No.
2. What are you listening to right now? The sound of typing cause I’m not listening to music. Also the sound of my breath and the wind in the trees. V/ relaxing. (( that was yesterday, today I’m listening to MCR and sanders Sides videos at a loud volume on chromecast on my tv))
3. What was the last thing you ate? ¼ of a cup of icing sugar. I ate it out of the measuring cup lmao.
4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mum. I do talk to other people, I swear! I’m just not good at phone calls
5. Do you drink? No and I won’t in the future. Lemonade all the way if I have to drink smth.
6. Do you smoke? No and I never ever will.
7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? Someone as in??? Random or??. In Randoms I usually notice people’s faces and then clothes, especially if they’re eye catching. I notice memorabilia/fan stuff pretty quickly as well.
8. What is your hair color? Brown but I use hair dye to make it partially blue or purple or red sometimes. It doesn’t work very well unless I bleach my hair and I can’t do that till I’m 16 which sucks. I use hair spray every now and again, I have white hair spray and glitter hair spray, and I used to have blue as well. Glitters my favourite . I also have a full rainbow of hair chalk but my friends and I dropped it at one point during the Hair Incident of Grade Eight which is what I’m calling it now.
9. What is your eye color? Blue/Grey ish. 10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? Nope. My mum says I will if I keep looking at my screen for hours on end though. I don’t want glasses cause my 20/20 vision is serving me well and I like it.
11. Dogs or cats? Rabbits.
12. What’s your favorite animal? Rabbits/see above
13. What’s your favorite television show? Gilmore girls. Hands down the best.
14. What’s your favorite movie? I don’t really have one? Princess Bride, Sound of Music and the Captain America movies. Oh and Heathers.
15. What’s your favorite band/singer? I can’t choose but Alessia Cara comes to mind? Scars to your Beautiful? And MCR. And Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy. I’m an emo nightmare tbh
16. How old are you? Bich no u can guess. I’m a minor tho.
17. Do you have a crush on anyone? No. But I want a girlfriend/datemate ( all the boys my age are awful and the girls/nonbinary people r better)
18. What’s your sexual orientation? Pansexual. To keep it simple anyway.
19. What’s your favorite color? Aqua blue/ the green of Australian forests
20. What was your most embarrassing moment? Going up on stage in like,, grade six, for a talent show, that I decided to volunteer for THAT DAY and literally singing which is fine but I kept shuffling not dancing and the other kid I was doing it with was kinda dancing and we fucking sucked. But I’m at a different school half the city away now thank god.
21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Characters in stories, yeah, but like, I want to be in their universe, with their mind and my mind combined so I’m more them than me but I also remember that I want to give people a piece of my mind and fix the universe and make everyone happy but also have angst before that. I project a lot tbh. Oh well.
22. What were you like when you were a kid? I ran away from the class a lot, a ‘difficult’ and 'problem’ child. I have ADHD.
23. What would your dream house be like? Huge, I would want to have lots of pets and secret rooms and a big library and have it surrounded by country side and let scouts have camps near by and stuff
24. What last made you laugh? There were a few things but I forgot damn. But probably my bunnies antics I swear they r ridiculous sometimes( all the time) (( that was yesterday, today its sanders Sides videos again whoops))
25. What is your favorite word ? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) its called a Lenny and I love it
26. What is your least favorite word? Poo. Or moist. Both are awful.
27. What turns you on? Coffee when I wake up
28. What turns you off? Sleeping pills
29. What is your star sign? Aquarius
30. What are your favorite books? TAMORA PIERCE’S 'The circle of Magic ’ quartet and all of its sequels and Tamora Pierces 'The Lionness’ quartet and her 'Protector of the small’ quartet, really, all of her books. Also the Obernewtyn series which is FUCKING AMAZING. ITS BY AN AUSSIE AUTHOR, ISOBELLE CARMODY WHO IVE MEET TWICE AND THEY R SMAZINGSOWNFKEFKWJCKD YES.
31. Do you have any siblings? Only child, suck it.
32. Do you like to dance?Yes, but I’m not a professional or up to date with the latest ~moves~
33. What is your definition of cheating? This is hard cause my definition is in my head but it’s hard to explain. I’m gonna try though.( ACTUALLY I’m gonna come back and write this later) (( lmao I never did go back and write this but it basically depends on what people in a relationship have agreed it to mean bc I’m tired and this is complicated))
34. Have you ever cheated on someone? No I’ve never dated anyone.
35. Do you regret anything? A few things. Not gonna get into them tho. I do regret not working harder in grade seven and eight.
36. Do you have any phobias? Not really no. I hate leeches with a fiery passion and there are spiders next to my shower which I don’t like but other than that, no.
37. Ever broken any bones? No and I’d like to understand what it feels like tbh
38. Ever come close to death? When I walk anywhere cause I’m yes. Does being suicidal back when I was eleven count? And the fact it recurs every now and again? Also
39. What is your religion, if any? I piece together my own world view, based on many philosophies and science.
40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? I’m going to one rn actually. School counsellor who is great and has lollipops and also let my friends and I play monopoly in her office all lunch. I lost. The bell was about to go so I just flipped the board upside down cause why not? My friends made me clean it up lmao 41. Are looks important in a relationship? Depends
42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? I pray I’m more like my mum as my dad is an awful person tbh
43. What is your favorite season? Whichever one I’m not sneezing in/ when it’s warm/ I don’t really have one
44. Do you have any tattoos? No 45. Do you have any piercings? I did have normal ear piercings but they grew over
46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? None
47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Have you met me
48. Who is your celebrity crush? Thomas Sanders
49. Are you a virgin? Again, have you meet me. YES. Obviously.
50. Do you get jealous easily? Define 'jealous’. I mean, kind of. Not usually.
51. What is your favorite type of food? Pasta.
52. Do you ever want to get married?Depends, I mean, LGBT marriage isn’t legal in Australia for whatever fucking stupid reason ( the reason is homophobic pollies, literally 90% of Australia wants fucking gay marriage goddamnit)
53. Who was your first kiss with? Lmao I haven’t had one
54. Have you ever been cheated on? See above
55. What is your idea of the perfect date? ?'not sure tbh?
56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Extroverted introvert. I like meeting people and i have lots of friends but I also need my space. I’m an introvert.
57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? After seeing the 'thingu’ video, I hope not. I do believe in other life but not as sentient as us? Well, at least I don’t think we will find any sentient aliens now that we elected trump tbh
58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with?Be a great dancer?
59. What is your saddest memory? Not today Satan
60. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe you can find someone aesthetically pleasing at first sight, at first talk, you can like them for their personality. So kind of? But not really. Movie love sucks tho. Unrealistic.
61. Do you believe in soul mates? Kind of. I wish we had a soulmate au irl
62. Have you ever dyed your hair? See above ( yes)
63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you?I don’t really look at gossip so??? No? They could be talking about me all the time lmao I got bullied from 11-13 years old but that’s different and now I can’t be fucking bothered to listen to bullies
64. Would you go against your moral code for money?Depending on the circumstances. I’m not evil. Very rarely would I ever do that and I have never actually done that.
65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? . My teachers think I have asbergers(autism) and I agree but my parents don’t . NSFW as hell?? I mean most people would look at my chumb face and think I’m innocent i would guess. . I want a datemate? Like I haven’t really acknowledged that but like every opnow and again this Year and
66. Who are you jealous of? People who get more likes than me
67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?Yes, but only if my bed is clean IE It has been washed within the last week. Sometimes I don’t wash my sheets for a month and i don’t want to subject my Rabbit toy to that. She’s thirty-nine years old.
68. How long was your longest relationship? No
69. Is the glass half empty or half full?Half empty, I drank half the water.
70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Nsfw fanfiction for sanders sides. Nah, I don’t really know as I’m still in high school I’m in Grade Nine . So like? How would I know? (But seriously pls write more nsfw)
71. Who is your most loyal friend? My best friend Addy? ( she was the one we tried to comb her hair) or you people
72. Are you in a relationship? Ok this is getting annoying
73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? Come ON.
74. Are you a bad person? Depends. Is the scale puppies to trump or a grumpy cat to trump. Cause I’m in the low-middle of the first scale and at the bottom of the second.
75. Are you a lover or a fighter? I wanna fite but I don’t bite and I’m usually just high as a kite.
76. What did you do on your last birthday? Like… nothing. Mum and I have to save money for scout camps ( there’s a big Venture I’m going on at the start of next year, AV2018) and I couldn’t be bothered to have a birthday party when I would have to have one just before or after term starts, my birthday is the 24th of Jan. Usually I have my party like a week after school starts again but I couldn’t be bothered.
77. What is your favorite quote and why? “I’m sceptical that you could, yet intrigued that you may” I got it off a screenshot on tumblr ALSO “What are you looking at?” “ Something Replusive” “I’m not a mirror Karen” from the fanfiction Iris Zero, my fav Hetalia fan fic about Romerica. Also “I’m hella pan with a hella plan” off tumblr.
78. If your best friend died, what would you do? I would be a fucking wreck and I’m not gonna think about it.
79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? If i went back and time and changed smth, i wouldn’t be me anymore, but I would go back and get a proper depression diagnosis bc we knew I had it but I’m a good actor so the doctors couldn’t diagnose the kid who was fucking suicidal great job Australia ANYWAY
80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? My mum texted me this morning ( btw I did this ask over a couple days) with 'If you die today would you like the last thing you spent your precious life hours on to be tumblr??’ I responded with 'yes’ to be a bitch and also bc I kinda would? I would get all my friends and all of the food I wanted, write my will, etc. I’d go fucking ridiculous with what I’d do tbh. All the adventurous activities .
81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? One time when I was 11, I had a dream I was a princess with a guy servant and a girl lady in waiting/servant and we were all bffs, ( looking normal so far lmao), and then we were getting chased around my kingdom by a guy with a floppy dick which was flopping around like a bendy/wobble pencil. Both friends sacrificed themselves to stop him and made me keep running away lol
82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? I don’t know
83. Who were you in a past life? The human embodiment of Anxiety Sanders
84. What is your happiest childhood memory?Lazy sunny days with my mum. Chores and relaxing. Cooking.
85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? Not,,,, really,, see above, I,, haven’t really had any experience with love
86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? I don’t think so?
87. If you were the prime minister , what would you do? Fucking Marriage Equality, Safe schools is mandatory, sexual assault/homelessness/youth in crisis support is fucking fixed and improved, Scouts is connected to schools, primary school system revised, improved and fixed, high school system improved, counselling is better overall, science in all grades, maths teaching is improved over all, teachers can get constructive criticism from students and will LISTEN to them. Abuse is redefined as both emotional and psychical and people start to understand that, neurodivergents are fucking accommodated more, same for disabled people. Mental illness are listened to for fucks sake.
88. What is your ideal career? Engineer, scientist, musician, YouTuber, anything that makes me happy and makes people happy and supports people. I also want money tbh so A) i can donate to charity B) i want to transition and all I fucking love memey products.
89. What is your political affiliation?/90. Are you conservative or liberal? Liberal. When I vote, I will weight my options and choose which ever is the least awful tbh. I’m an intersectional feminist meaning I support poc, the wider LGBT+ community, feminism, people with mental illness, neurodivergents and disabled people.
91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection?Male doesn’t get periods so u decide
92. Do you like kissing in public? I’ve seen people kiss in public ONCE in my life so like?? Do what you want
93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? Unlike my prime minister answer, I’m thinking smaller here : everyone is allowed to transition/get married/ all LGBTAI+ rights are legalised
94. Where would you like to live? Huge house full of secret tunnels and it’s all waterproof and I keep rescue pets and secretly help refugees there so they can get a normal life again. There would be huge libraries. In the countryside as well. Tazmania probably. Or Melbourne in a nice house with my rabbits and datemate/s
95. Where would you go on your dream vacation?I’d want to go on a world tour and meet all my mutuals and the people I am fans of.
96. Describe yourself in one word.Chaotic ( good lmao)(( jk every time i take that chaotic/neutral/lawful quiz I get lawful good but lawful good is was I aspire to be and chaotic good is what I am. ))
97. Describe yourself in one sentenceVery. Fucking. Complicated. Wreck. Who Loves All My Mutuals and Friends So Much.
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