#I WAS JUST TRYING TO STUDY HE CAN’T ATTACK ME WITH NEW MUSIC

[syngrafaes09]

I Can Help With That | Dr Strange x Y/N

“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”

Masterlist

Warnings: Little smutty

“I’m buying this place,” Tony announced as he drained another glass of whisky.

“You can’t,” Natasha hissed from his side. “You’ll only piss off Pepper more.”

Tony groaned and looked at Stephen, “Does this mean I can’t party at the tower nor buy myself a bar?”

Stephen smiled and nodded, sipping his martini. 

“Can’t you do something to change her mind?”

“My god, Tony,” he exclaimed indignantly, “I can’t believe you want to use me for such petty purposes.”

“You are no fun doctor,” he mumbled and ordered another drink then glanced at the crowd. “How about I find someone to get you laid, and you help a little in return?”

Stephen shook his head. “I can get laid without your help. Besides I agree with Pepper, you indeed need to party less.”

“Oo look at them,” Tony discreetly pointed to a group sitting a little away from them, “those two are totally eye-fucking you.”

Stephen sighed and turned a bit to give them a quick glance. Not my type, he thought and finished his martini. 

“Anyone thinking of hitting the dance floor? Thor asked, sliding off his stool, to no one in particular.

“I’m,” Tony and Natasha answered in unison, following suit.

“You are acting all grumpy today,” Tony complained before leaving, “just get laid, get things off your head and you’ll be fine as fuck. Oh look, one of them just left for the washroom.”

Tony wasn’t wrong. The recent attacks had left him spent. But he still wasn’t interested in sleeping with someone, not yet. After two shots of tequila, he handed over his card, waited a moment and walked towards the smaller section of the bar, the one with less loud music and small round tables.

That was when he noticed her. Technically, he noticed the book first. 

“That is definitely a new strategy to pick up guys.”

She looked up from her reading. The perfect doe eyes. A beautiful dark shade of chocolate, swirling to blend into caramel at the iris. He suddenly forgot what he was supposed to do here.

“I’m sorry?”

It took him a second to say, “Never seen someone studying Fitzgerald’s neuroanatomy in a bar unless you have developed some new strategy to pick up brainy guys with that.”

“Not interested,” she frowned and continued reading from her book.

Had she outright rejected him? That too him?

Breathe, Y/N. breathe. She reminded herself as she tried to focus on the pathway of the spinothalamic tract. He might be all sexy with that voice and looks but that’s not going to help you pass the exam.

She sensed the chair beside her move, and soon he was staring at her like the tempting Lucifer.

“So you aren’t trying to pick up anyone?”

“No,” she replied, not daring to look at him. “I have lost my keys to my apartment. And my roommate is supposed to be here. So, here I’m waiting.”

“Why not enjoy yourself while you wait?”

She marked the page and put the book down, finally looking at him- she forgot what she was supposed to say. He was totally gorgeous and, as he had said, seemed ‘brainy’ with those white streaks. He raised one perfect thick eyebrow at her. What had he said? Something along the lines of enjoying,  she guessed.

“I have got exams in a few weeks. So trying to make up for the knowledge I haven’t gained.”

Having got her attention he smiled at her. And she loved the way his orbicularis oculi produced those radiating lines at the lateral angle of his eyes, “And in what subjects are you lagging?”

Y/N reprimanded herself. She was going crazy. Nevertheless, she answered him, “Biochemistry and neurology.”

He nodded and glanced at her book. “I can help with that.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can help you with neurology,” he said, then added, “Only if you would like that.”

“Why? Are you the ‘brainy’ professor?”

“Not exactly, unless you consider a former neurosurgeon ‘brainy’ enough.”

Her jaw dropped. “I, uh,” she struggled to string her thoughts together. Great. He was not only gorgeous and sexy but also super intelligent. And she had fucked up well.

“I’m sorry. You’re absolutely ‘brainy’.”

He grinned. She felt her heart doing an erratic happy dance, “I would be more than grateful for your help, but I’m sure you are not here to pick up a student to tutor.”

“I wasn’t, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

Sweetheart? If she was going crazy then, now she would be certifiably insane. “Y/N L/N. And you might be - doctor?”

“Stephen Strange,” he replied and watched her eyes going as wide as they could.

“The Doctor strange?”

“Yes,” he laughed, “I’m the Dr Strange. So, would you like some help?”

She nodded.

“My place is nearby,” he tilted his head, “And this is hardly any place to study. Shall we?”

“Sure,” she murmured and stuffed the notes and book into her backpack.

“Do you fancy a walk? A cab? Or just a portal?”

“We can walk.” He nodded and held out a hand to her, which she took.

The walk was brisk and quiet as they hurried, heads down against the wind of the late night. She looked around the neighbourhood, realising she had passed them quite a handful of times while taking the late-night walks.

“My apartment is another few blocks away,” she said, after they settled on a couch beside the staircase, in front of a fireplace.

She watched him snap his fingers, and embers erupted in the fireplace. Showy, she thought as he settled next to her.

“Well, that sounds great, doesn’t it? You can visit me anytime you need my help.”

“There would be a next time?”

“Don’t you think there will be?” He asked, slightly disappointed. “Is this a one-night stand?” Common. Don’t be so desperate. Get a grip!

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders, “In time you’ll realise I’m not your type,” she gave out a nervous chuckle.

Cute. “And what do you think is my type?”

“Bold, sexy, graceful and… experienced?”

“I like cute, shy and naive as well.”

She was pretty sure her cheeks were red, and in no time her body was spontaneously going to combust into flames. 

He reached out a hand and pushed her curly brown hair behind her ears. His hand skimmed across her neck, pausing at her pulse point, which had been going crazy ever since she met him. “Why don’t we get started? Weren’t you doing the tracts?” 

Back to earth, Y/N. 

He grinned, and his hand dropped. Her skin burned everywhere he had touched. 

“Yeah,” she was immensely proud to conjure a reply.

By the end of the third hour, she was considerably tired. 

He was explaining various cases of misdiagnosis of Parkinson’s he had seen when felt she couldn’t take any new information anymore. But she waited with forced patience for him to finish.

“Stephen, I don’t think I can study anymore.”

“I know,” he said, taking the book from her hand, and placing it on the coffee table. His coat jacket was long gone, and every flex of muscle under the fabric of his white shirt tossed her in a puddle of embarrassment and arousal.  “Tea? Coffee or hot chocolate?”

Definitely coffee. She needed the caffeine to walk back- Her thoughts were lost as he rolled up his sleeves. Oh, those veins… those long, long fingers. She could feel her hormones having quite clearly their night out.

After he conjured them two cups of coffee, he heard a sharp intake of breath followed by an ‘Oh my God’. 

“You know, you can stay the night here.”

Y/N gripped her cup tighter. What an attractive way to embarrass oneself in every possible way in a few hours! The sorcerer and mind-reader fact had completely slipped out of her mind.

“Just like a one-night stand?”

Stephen hummed. “Minus the sex part, if you wish.”

When she didn’t speak anything for a long minute, he spoke, “I wasn’t reading your mind the entire night, if that’s what you are upset about.”

“Very gentlemanly of you,” she said, sagging in relief. 

Then he turned down the lights. It was dark with just the light from the fireplace. They talked about trivial matters, getting acquainted a little, her minor routine and his sorcerer duties.

“You’re a great teacher, you know?” she said, fishing her things into the bag.

“Really?” He grinned and she felt it shoot right into her stomach. Get a grip, she reminded herself.

“Yeah. you explained things in a better and easier way. I don’t think I would have been able to cover half of the topics-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted her, “I wasn’t looking for you to shower me with compliments. It’s just that I never thought of myself as much of a teacher in any field of work. I can teach myself but others - I'm not any good at that.”

“You underestimate yourself.”.

“Everyone who knows me a little would beg to differ.”

Sitting still for a minute, she watched him sip from his cup, she didn’t know what to say to that. “I should get going,” she said, finally getting up.

He frowned. Looked at his watch. And she noticed a flicker of disappointment in his features.

“It’s too late. But if you insist, I’ll walk you home.”

Y/N didn’t like the juxtaposition of reason and passion in her situation. She swallowed her nerves. “I guess I’ll stay then.”

He smiled, took her hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist. Her whole body shuddered. He pulled her back to the couch, then closer, until she was pressed against him.  She felt all her organs dropping right on top of her uterus like all their supports were lost.

She looked at his lips. Tread lightly, he reminded his desires. “It could always be a one-night stand minus the sex,” he assured her.

She chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder, “I don’t mind the sex part.”

His eyelids fluttered when her hand came up close to his face. Hot fingers pressed into his burning skin as traced his jaw before settling on his chest. Oh god, he had forgotten what a touch could do.

“Besides, I ought to make it up to you to ruin your evening.”

Stephen’s eyes had darkened as he stared at her. Her breath hitched. Have I done something wrong?

“You didn’t ruin my evening. I was looking for a distraction.”

“I was certainly not the sort of distraction you were looking for.”

“You were definitely the distraction I didn’t know I needed. Talking about things that my life used to revolve around wasn’t morbid. It was refreshing. You don’t have to do this because you-”

He was cut short as she closed her mouth over his.

Stephen held her close with his free hand when she pulled away from the kiss. He carefully placed his cup down. Then kissed her again, slowly, deeply and tantalisingly. At that moment she felt the geometric sum of all her nerve endings going crazy. 

He pulled away, ducked his head, and placed a hot kiss on her neck.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he stood and offered her his hand like before.

Y/N examined the bookshelves flanking the bed as Stephen peppered kisses on her neck. There were a few volumes of classical literature, few books of modern literature, some medical books and the rest -  the bulk -  of them, she guessed, were of sorcery.

His hands slipped under the sides of her shirt. Her back arched in response, however, he pulled her back to him, until they were plastered. She could feel every ripple of muscle even through the fabrics.

You are awesome, she reminded herself.  Not insecure. A bit shy and inexperienced maybe. He had said he liked that. So no big deal.

But when his hands slid forward and downwards, she was super conscious of the little pudge that sat above her jeans. The dimpled flesh on her thighs. Work out regularly right from tomorrow. 

Dying… Dying to taste every inch of her skin. He never thought he would get this desperate. He had wanted to take off their clothes slowly, dramatically, however, he snapped his fingers getting rid of them at once.

Y/N grasped at the sudden assault of cold air.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, whirling her around, “I’m a little too eager.” His hand reached up and weaved through her subtle curls as his lips moved hers.

Feeling the hard length of him poking her stomach, she moaned, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue and deepen the kiss. 

She pulled away for a breath and he trained soft, wet kisses across her jaw, neck and chest before gently nibbling at her nipple. Her fingers tugged at his hair, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Then they heard a noise. Three steady knocks on the bedroom door. “Strange,” the man bellowed. Another two knocks.

“What is it, Wong?” Stephen groaned. “Don’t come in.”

“Get in the bed,” he instructed her as he conjured a pair of sweatpants.

“I have been trying to reach you for the last twenty minutes. Why aren’t you answering the phone?”

“Because I haven’t heard it ring.”

She watched in frustration as he slid out of the room, closing the door behind him. Their voices grew dull.

Y/N waited. Ten minutes. Thirty. Then another hour. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. It’s three in the morning. Maybe he’s not coming back.

Getting out of bed, she looked around for her clothes. She peeped into the foyer. Dead silence. Great! She was in a perfect stranger’s house all alone without clothes.

Continuum: Pivot

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[dudadragneel]

🦄 Okay so I was thinking about taking care of Chan with a migraine but he keeps trying get work done and gets frustrated because he has deadlines and he doesn’t like making you feel like you have to take care of him because he feels like a burden. But he ends up having a panic attack and throwing up and can’t go to practice the next day 😓

Well, here it is! A surprise Chan sickfic!

Enjoy!

RESPONSIBILITY

Another comeback was just around the corner for Stray Kids, which meant everyone was overwhelmed with stuff to do, ones more than others because of some solo activities. Pre comeback time was specially hard for Chan, since he was the main producer of the group, the weight on his shoulders doubled, tripled.

He had to make new demos, lyrics and everything and it was taking its toll on his health.

While working, he developed a rather strong migraine, that obviously wasn't going to get better because he was always glued the screen and had headphones on. And to top that, the kids were specially hyped.

- Hi babe, how are you?

- Hey, honey, I'm good. What's up? Is everything okay?

- Yeah...uhmm...actually no...I need to work on some new songs and I got a migraine and well...the kids are too loud and I don't want them to stop because of me. Can I come over?

- Of course, babe. I'm at the grocery store right now, what me to pick you up?

- If it's not too much trouble hehe

- I'll be there in five.

He packed his stuff and told the kids you invited him over. He hated having to lie to the members but he didn't want them to feel bad for being too hyped.

You arrived at the dorms and called Chan to come down. He entered the car, gave you a kiss and you left to your house.

You put on some music to try to lighten up the mood a bit since it was rainy and gloomy outside. He was enjoying it, bobbing his head to the beat, which you couldn't help but find adorable.

But you noticed that from time to time he brought a hand to his head and squeezed it, as if trying to control the pain.

- Is it that bad, honey?

- What? Oh, no. Just a little hehe. It stings from time to time.

- Did you take anything?

- No. The medication usually makes me feel sleepy and I have work to do.

- Take it later, please.

- I will.

You arrived at your house, he carried the grocery bags up and helped you sort everything out. And then he went to your study to assemble his mini studio to start working on the songs again.

You asked him if you could keep him company to which he answered yes with a bright smile. The study had a cozy sofa so you just lay there going through your phone, reading and looking at him working.

You noticed how frustrated he was becoming because things were turning out the way he wanted to. He'd squeeze his head between his hands and eventually his frustration got even worse.

- Fuck!

You got startled to see him swearing, which was a rare thing for him, so it meant he was really annoyed.

You got up from the sofa and made your way towards him, you stood behind the chair and massaged his shoulders and he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly.

- I'm sorry, babe.

- It's okay. Why don't you take a little break?

- I can't, honey. I gotta get this done...

- I know but you're only stressing yourself right now.  Come on, let's eat something and relax a bit and then you continue with your work. I'm not asking.

- Okay.

You cooked a nice meal for both of you and he loved it. You managed to get him to relax a little in the living room before he headed back to the study to keep on with his work.

Just like before, he didn't want to take anything for his migraine and kept on working through that intense pain.

But the pain only got worse and worse and he wasn't happy with anything he was producing. Nothing was coming out the way he wanted. He took off his headphones and lay back on his chair letting out a heavy sigh. You made your way to him again and once more massaged his shoulders.

- Honey, I think that's enough for today, no?

- I can't babe. I have a deadline, I need this ready as soon as possible.

- I know you have deadlines, but working with a migraine it's not gonna do anything good. You're not satisfied with what your doing I can tell. If you insist on working like that you'll only frustrate yourself even further.

- But I can't rest now. Everyone is waiting for these demos and samples. I-I need to- to finish this-

Suddenly, his talking started to sound low, he could feel his heartbeat increasing rapidly and he was starting to hyperventilate. He was having a panic attack. You noticed the change in his behavior and kneeled in front of him grabbing both his hands.

- Chan, what's wrong?

He tried his best to breathe but it was like no air was going inside. His heartbeat kept increasing and he was sweating as if he had been under the sun for the last few hours.

- Honey, you're having a panic attack. I need you to focus on me okay?

- I-I- can't...I can't do this...

He was starting to break down in tears and it only made his panic attack even worse.

- I-its too much... Everyone is d-depending on me...the producers, the kids, STAYs, you...I c-cant let them down-

- Chan! Stop!

You said firmly as you held his face in your hands.

- I'm right here. You can feel weak. I'm going to protect you.

You squeezed his hands, reassuring him you were there and he was safe.

- Now, look at me. I want you to keep looking at me, okay? Can you feel my hands?

- Y-yes

- Okay. I need you to do it exactly as I say now, okay? I want you to breathe with me. Come on. Breathe in 4, hold it 7 and breathe out 8.

He tried to follow as you said but at first it was difficult, his breathing was too labored and he was too nervous.

- Come on, babe. Look at me. Pay attention to the way I'm breathing. Do it with me. Breathe in 4, hold it 7 and breathe out 8.

He started to pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing and followed your instructions. In a few minutes his breathing was back to normal and his heartbeat lowered as well.

- There we go. Do you feel more calm now?

- Yeah...thank you...

The panic was gone but it was replaced by an awful feeling in his stomach. Nausea built up just as quickly as the panic went away. He felt everything inside his stomach twisting around, before he knew, saliva was starting to fill his mouth.

He ducked his head down and squeezed your hands, to which you reacted surprise, frowning as you looked at him.

- What's wrong?

- I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Oh god.

You quickly grabbed the bin beside the desk and placed it on the floor directly beneath his mouth. You noticed how he was still shaken up by the panic attack and didn't really want to let go of your hand, so you kneeled in front of him again. You didn't care if vomit was going to get on you or not, his well-being and comfort was your priority now.

- Let it all out. It's okay. I'm right here with you.

You squeezed his hand reassuring your words. He squeezed them back as he felt liquid coming up his throat. He closed his eyes and tried to hold it in.

- Don't hold it in, babe. You're okay. It's just you and me. You dont need to act strong.

He trusted every word you said, he knew you meant everything.

His stomach contracted, making his arch his back as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of his mouth.

- That's it. You're doing good.

You moved yourself to be on his side and kept holding his hand while the other rubbed his back up and down and then in circles.

He squeezed your hand as another thick stream of vomit came out, mixing with what was already inside the bin.

- I-Im sorry...

- It's okay. Don't apologize. Just focus on letting everything that's making you feel sick, out.

He arched his back one more time as a rather strong contraction sent another thick stream of vomit.

Your heart hurt seeing him like this. You knew how much pressure he put on himself and how he basically carried the weight of the world on his shoulder. You wish you could take that to yourself, but you could only be by his side and reassure him it was okay to feel like this.

He wanted to throw up again but he felt as if something was choking him and not wanting to come out. He kept gagging but nothing was coming out.

- Babe, can you help m-me? There's still something bothering my stomach.

- Sure.

You stopped rubbing his back and instead you brought your hand to his stomach and rubbed it a few times before gently pressing down on it.

That helped him throw up the remaining contents that was still making him feel sick. He spat out thin streams of saliva a few times.

- Are you done?

- Yeah...

- Here. Rinse your mouth.

- Thanks...

- Let me get this away from you.

You took the bin to the bathroom and disposed of the vomit inside it and placed it on the shower so you could properly wash it later.

You came back with more cold water for him and kneeled again taking a good look at him.

- How are you feeling?

- Better...I guess...tired...

You wiped away his tears with your fingers and then gently cupped his face.

- I love you. I'm right here, okay? Always count on me.

- I love you too.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. You need to rest.

You helped him to the bedroom and lay him down and then got him some stomach medicine. He took it and he was so exhausted from everything he was fast asleep in minutes.

You covered him up and left the bedroom for a few minutes to clean the bin and call the members.

- Hi, Minho.

- Oh! Y/n! How are you? 

- I'm good. And you guys?

- We're okay? And Chan-hyung?

- Not really... He had a panic attack and threw up after. I don't think it's wise for him to go to practice tomorrow...

- Really? Is he okay now?

- Yeah...he's asleep.

- I'll tell the manager, don't worry. Tell him we want him to get well soon. And also that we're sorry for being too loud today, we didn't know he was feeling that unwell...

- He doesn't blame you guys... He was worried about you, that's why he wanted to come here. But I'll tell him. 

- Thanks.

After the call, you went back to the bedroom and lay beside him. He was half-awake for a brief moment and cuddled with you, while you gently rubbed his chest, to keep him relaxed after such a tiring afternoon.

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[xmalereader]

Eddie Munson X Professor! Male Reader || ONE ||

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|| Masterlist || TWO ||

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Authors note: This idea just came to me and I couldn’t let it go, just to let you know this takes place during the mid 90’s. We’re going to ignore Vol 2 and say that Vecna gets defeated and everything is perfect! Sort of…anyways, enjoy this long ass shot that I created and be ready for the next part soon! If you want to be tagged on the second part let me know! I rarely do tags but I’m willing to do it for this one ☺️!

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect himself roll around in his Professor bedsheets.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, NSFW, Eddie and reader are in their 20s, age gap, Professor reader, student eddie, 90’s, Dustin is sarcastic, mentions of the upside down, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, dating, mentions of failure, eddie has fears, reader is a sweetheart, good boy kink, secret relationship, teasing, sexual tension.

Word count: 6.2k ( Originally it was 12k but I cut it in half )

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Eddie is a twenty three year old in college and living away from Hawkins. After the small town grew to hate him for something he didn’t cause, his own uncle was able to help him escape the hell hole of a town. Providing him enough money for a new place and to apply for college. Eddie didn’t see himself as a college man, too busy focusing on his Music and playing around with fifteen year old children with their D&D campaign.

Eddie knew that if he stayed longer in Hawkins, people would continue to hate him for the death of Chrissy. So, Eddie packed up his things and said goodbye to his uncle and to his friends. He promised them that he is to visit during the holidays and spend his time back here where his family and friends. But, so far Eddie has been too busy with his classes and trying to pass his third year there. He’s so close to graduating and he can’t allow his grades to slip.

He didn’t expect himself to become a straight A student, spending most of his time studying since he didn’t make many friends in the city. He did try to make some friends but it’s like people never understood his chaotic energy, causing him to close up and remain quiet whenever he was alone or with crowds. He told himself that he had one year left, one year of college before he graduates and then he’s finally able to leave. Maybe head back home to Hawkins and see his old friends or perhaps start over in a different state that’ll accept him for him.

Eddie was still growing up and his future was ahead of him. Summer break was approaching and his semester was ending, finals were approaching and he wasn’t doing good in Literature. The man never really liked the class, it was too boring and quiet, he never understood the assignments and his professor…

His professor was something else.

Eddie didn’t expect himself to fall in love with his literature professor, he never really cared about gender. Eddie rolled both ways and he didn’t mind that, he just didn’t expect himself to gain a crush on his twenty-five year old professor. One of the youngest professors on college campus.

Everyone knew who Professor Y/n was, he was the youngest and smartest man there. Every girl who took his class also had a crush on him, hell. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if the guys fell for him too. Y/n was polite and patient and his voice was soothing, Eddie could listen to it all day but because of his distractions in class he was failing and badly.

Eddie continued to fail each quiz and if he didn’t pass his final he would have to retake this class again for next semester, not that he minded really—but he couldn’t see himself going down that road again. He didn’t want to fail again. So, Eddie stays after class, once the room is empty he approaches his professor who was busy packing up his things.

“Uh, professor Y/n?” He calls out, tilting his head to the side only to be startled back when his professor faced him. A smile on his lips as he puts his books in his bag. “How can I help you, Munson?”

Eddie gaps. “You know my name?”

Y/n chuckles. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I know my number one failing student?”

Eddie didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or honest but the way his voice pitched and his smile widened made him feel like he was being mocked.

“Right, about that.” Eddie clears his throat. “I know I’m failing this class and wish to pass it so that I don’t have to retake it next semester. I was wondering if there is a way that I can still pass, maybe do some extra credit?” He asks, nervously fidgeting with his rings on his fingers.

His professor sighing deeply, leaning his hand against his desk as he thinks. “I can provide extra credit but I suggest finding a tutor who can help you.”

“Why not you?”

“I’m your professor, Munson. I can’t tutor you while grading everyone’s work.”

“I know, but just this once. A private lesson with you so that I can understand the assignments better.” Eddie pleads, he was desperate to pass this damn class.

Y/n latched his book bag, holding it in his hand before turning to face Eddie. “Alright Munson, just one lesson. In my office tomorrow after three.” He instructs, causing Eddie jump in victory. A smile crossing his face as he laughs, “you won’t regret it!” Eddie reminds him before bolting out of the classroom.

Eddie spends the whole day doing his assignments in the library, completing them in order to provide them to his professor for further feedback. He wants to make sure that he’s doing it correctly and to at least understand some of the work. He spends all day getting his work done until night falls, causing him to look up from his work and stare at the window. The sun was setting and the library was closing soon.

He takes his time packing up and remembers that he is suppose to contact Dustin today, catching him up on his daily life and listening to Dustin ramble on about his adventures in Hawkins or the weird shit that he and his friends got into. The good thing about being friends with the little bastard is that he’s able to help him communicate without having to use the phone.

Dustin gave Eddie a special radio that’s easy for them to talk through without him having to stand in an empty quiet hallway, talking to Dustin without thinking of other students eavesdropping on their conversation, the thought of people staring at him made him feel anxious. He’d rather have his conversation in private and enjoy the stories dustin tells him. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive back to his private room, he got lucky when he first came to the city. He had enough to afford a private room since he wasn’t willing to share and he wanted his privacy.

Approaching his desk he sets his bag on the floor and sits down, taking the radio in his hands and turning it on. “Earth to Dustin, earth to Dustin. It’s six-thirty our usual meeting time. Are you there?” He sits silently, hearing the static but no response back. “Dustin, you there?” Still nothing. “Anyone?” The static was back on, silence filled the room. It was strange for Dustin not to answer, but there could be a possibility of the kid being busy.

Eddie sighs in defeat after trying a few more times and still no response. So, he turns off his radio and sets it back down on his desk, leaning back in his seat as he stares at the blank ceiling. His room is quiet, the halls are quiet too, he’s spent the last few years like this, Locked away in his room and repeating the same routine over and over again. Nothing ever changed, he’s tried to go to parties or go out for drinks every once an awhile but no matter what he did he always felt Lonely.

Eddie yawns deeply as he comes to stand from his seat, walking over to his bed and falling down face first. Instead of waiting for Dustin’s reply he decided to get some early sleep, he wouldn’t have his first class until noon and had the rest of the morning to himself.

—

Eddie had forgotten about his private lesson with professor Y/n. He was too focused on getting things done that he nearly missed meeting the professor once it hit three, arriving to his office on time and knocking on the door. It only took a few seconds before his professor is letting him inside, pushing the door open to reveal his professor sitting at his desk while looking into his previous class work.

“Munson, your late.”

“By five minutes.” Eddie mumbled out, closing the door behind him and walking up to his desk, sitting across from him and dropping his bag down on his lap. He pulls the zipper open and digs out his notes and assignments. “I took my time to get some things done first—want you to check them first and see what it is that I’m doing wrong.” He sets the small stack of papers on the desk, pushing them forward as Y/n takes the assignments and hums. It only takes him a few seconds to look at the assignments before saying. “It’s not that you don’t get the assignment, you just don’t know what to say.” He takes one of the essays. “For example, your writing about the story, providing a summary.” He explains. “But you’re not explaining on how it made you feel—write it like you've experienced it and want others to know about it.”

Eddie sits back, taking in the information. Maybe his professor was right, every time they did a new assignment he would usually complete it by what he knows and not by what he learned. He sighs to himself, leaning forward and staring at his essays. “What do I have to do to get a passing grade?”

Y/n smiles. “Well, since your very determined to get a good grade how about this.” He pushed his chair back, opening his drawer and pulling out a folder, he digs through it until he finds the paper work he was looking for. He sets it in front of Eddie. It was all of his past quizzes “I’ll let you redo your quizzes, if you can at least pass five of these I’ll be able to change your grade—along with one of your essays. Once you show me that you can get this done correctly, then maybe you can pass your final.”

“And if I don’t?”

Y/n sits back in his seat. “Then you fail.” The professors honesty earned him a wince from Eddie. He looked tired and stressed, knowing what he has to do in order to get his passing grade. Eddie didn’t want to fail again, he nearly failed at school and they could have failed killing Vecna if it wasn’t for him distracting the bats along with Dustin. He looks at his assignments and with a soft nod he agrees to the terms. “How long can I take?”

“I’ll give you two weeks, give yourself some time to correct these. While also trying to ace my next quiz and essay coming up.” Eddie mentally groans to himself, not only is he correcting his work but he’s getting more work piled up. He felt behind in this class and he was so close to dropping out of it, but he’s in to deep.

“Alright,” Eddie stands from his seat, clutching the assignments in hand. “I’ll get these done before next week hits—“

“Eddie, don’t stress yourself.”

“How can I not? Finals is approaching, your class is the only one I’m failing and I can’t let that happen. I’m so close to graduating and I can’t have anything set me back.” Eddie was desperate to pass, he only had one year left before graduation. All of his classes were passing but this one, no matter how small the set back was.

Y/n was slowly feeling guilty. Yes, he was a strict teacher towards students and they always tried to find ways to get things done easily but Eddie was different. He can see the determination in his eyes of wanting to pass this year without having any failing classes. So, he stands from his desk and rounds the table, taking the assignments from Eddie and only giving him two.

“Why don’t we do this instead—you get these two done by tonight and tomorrow you see me again and I’ll grade them, provide feedback, and see what I can do to help. Will take small steps.”

“And the essay?”

“Essay comes last, focus on getting these done first and the upcoming quiz you have this Friday.” Eddie slowly smiles at his professor, glancing at the assignments before nodding. “Alright, Will see each other again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, same time and in my office.” He explains, watching Eddie nod before leaving his office. Y/n sighs to himself and leans back in his desk, smiling softly to himself, before putting the rest of the assignments away.

—

Eddie is quick to correct his work, setting it aside as he gets started on studying for the next quiz that is coming up this Friday. He’s distracted by everything that he doesn’t hear the radio going off, the sound of Dustin’s static voice as he calls out to him.

“—ddie.”

“Eddie!”

Eddie is startled out of his study, turning around in his chair to stare at the radio next to his bed, going silent as he waits for another response. Hoping that it wasn’t his imagination.

“Come in Eddie!” He hears Dustin’s annoyed tone, the same tone that reminds him of the kids big fat ego. Eddie sighs to himself, setting his stuff aside before standing from his seat and snatching the radio from his bedside, clicking the button down as he speaks back. “It’s late Dustin, this better be good.” It was nearing eleven and he’s been up all night completing his work and getting ready for his next quiz for this week. He didn’t have time rest or sleep, too focused on getting it done.

“Geez, can’t take a small break?” He hears Dustin ask on the other end.

Eddie chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “Not when I’m trying to pass a class. Do you want me to visit Hawkins or would you like me to stay here instead?” He questions.

The radio goes silent. He can already imagine Dustin’s frantic panic at the thought of him spending summer break in the city then back with him and his friends in Hawkins.

“Are you crazy?! You really think I can stand the others without you for the next four months?!”

Eddie responds back with a laugh, he know how well Dustin gets along with everyone else but the little bastard always found ways to find something annoying about them or get themselves into trouble. Henderson was a ball of energy and sarcasm, he was a genius but the kid was easily attached to him and if he missed this year to visit Hawkins. Dustin would for sure come after him.

“Don’t worry my little warrior, I’ll be there next month. I just need to ace this final and you guys can have me for the next four months out.” Eddie stands from his bed, walking towards his desk and putting his finished assignments away in his bag, he leaves the unfinished work to the side. It was easy to complete and could get it some during one of his other periods, right now he was mainly focused on professor Y/n’s quizzes.

Eddie froze at the thought of the Professor having to teach him everyday, privately. Everything was quickly coming to him, the thought of the two of them spending majority of the day together. He did have a crush on the Professor and knew that nothing is to happen between them. Eddie didn’t know if his professor even had a thing for men or women? He never heard or seen his professor with anyone romantically, maybe he was single and preferred to keep it that way?

Eddie was too distracted by his sudden thoughts that he doesn’t realize Dustin talking to him through the radio. The kid was rambling about Steve and his friends and what they are planning on doing for the summer. He shakes the thoughts out of his head and focused on the conversation, listening to Dustin talk.

“—anyways, oh! Steve said that a family friend of his was visiting town and that he won’t be around much.” He could hear the eye roll. “Son of a bitch promised to take us camping but he’d rather spend time with someone he rarely knows.”

Eddie hums. “Maybe he’ll ditch his guest and continue on with the camping plans.” He shrugs his shoulders, moving silently around his room and getting ready for bed. “Either way, talk to Steve about the plans and see if they got changed or if we can still do the camping idea. Right now, I have to get some rest—got to meet with my professor tomorrow and gotta get ready for my finals.” He lets Dustin know about his plans for tomorrow, before Dustin can say anything else he’s quick to turn off the radio.

He tossed it on the empty side of his bed, getting under the sheets and lying down in the darkness after he turned off the remaining lights, which was really his light desk. He tries to get some shut eye but the thought of seeing Y/n again keeps him awake for the rest of the night.

—

Eddie barley got any sleep once morning hit, dark bags under his eyes and hair all messy. It takes him a few minutes to get ready for the day, ignoring the way his eyes looked as he got his things and heads out of his dorm. He makes his way downstairs, ignoring any other morning students that he passed. After staying in the city for a few years he’s grown to distance himself from others he didn’t really like.

He’s been known as the ‘freak’ of Hawkins and he didn’t want to be seen as the freak here. He’s been doing fine on his own that he doesn’t need any friends here, once he’s done with school he’ll be able to return back home and find himself a stable job that he will enjoy. Eddie was still into music, playing his guitar whenever he had the time and writing music, he considered his music more of a hobby since the interest of engineering caught his attention. Before his dad left him he was taught how to take care of cars and what to look for whenever it broke down, he learned many things from his dad at a young age before he was left with his uncle.

He stopped messing around with cars and focused on his music, but now that he’s on his own he’s decided to pick up engineering again. Hopefully that’s able to help him out with his future just a bit. As he walks around the hallways, turning a corner he slams into a broad chest. He stumbled back surprised and ready to throw a fit at whoever he slammed into.

“Eddie?”

Eddies eyes widen, looking up to see professor Y/n standing in front of him. He squints his eyes at him, taking him in. His hair was messy and his clothes are all over the place, his tie loose while he holds some papers in his left hand. “You okay?” He hears him ask, snapping him back to reality as Eddie nods. “Yeah, just didn’t see where I was going.” He mumbled out, too tired to even process what was going on.

He hears Y/n chuckle. “Looks like neither of us got some rest.” He points out, also taking notice of the dark bags under Eddie’s eyes as he rubs the tiredness away. “Yeah, was up all night talking to an old friend and getting work done.” He explains, not knowing why he was telling him this.

Professor Y/n hums. “Can’t say that I relate. I was suppose to have these papers graded by today and forgot last night. So, I stayed up to finish.”

Eddie smirks. “Professor Y/n, slacking off? That’s not normal.” He teased, knowing how professional and ready Y/n is, he was the star teacher of college. Everyone knew who he was and what he did due to him being the youngest teacher ever. Both he and Eddie were only a few years apart and it wouldn’t surprise him if Y/n passed as a college student.

“Very funny, Munson.” Y/n smacks the top of Eddie’s head with his paper work, giving him a soft glare. “I hope you got your work done.” He was referring to the quizzes. Eddie swats his hand away, grumbling. “Of course I got it done. I’m trying to get my shit finished.”

Eddie was too tired to care about his language and Y/n was too tried to scold the man from the way he spoke. The Professor raised a brow, checking the time on the watch around his wrist. “Classes don’t start for another thirty minutes, if you like I can review your work before coming to class?” He offers, willing to push up their meeting time a little earlier.

Eddie is quick to nod, agreeing with the professors idea. “Let’s.” He adds, causing the other to chuckle before guiding them back to the professors office. The halls are semi empty, some students walking around in silence due to it being too early. Some students were either walking with friends or heading down to the lunch rooms to buy a morning breakfast or get themselves some coffee.

Y/n could go for a coffee right now, something to keep him awake—or perhaps he can cancel his class and head back home and sleep. But, he knows he can’t do that. Not when he promised his students that they would be getting their graded assignments back today or else all of that time he wasted without sleeping was for nothing.

Upon reaching his office, he’s quick to unlock it and pushing the door open. Allowing Eddie inside first who stepped inside the room, taking in the warm comfortable silence.

“Here let me Just—“ Y/n gets his desk cleaned up, setting the stack of papers aside and sitting across from Eddie, yawning tiredly. “Alright.” He murmured out while Eddie fished out his assignments, handing them over to his professor who takes them in his hands, scanning through the assignments and reading through everything twice. The professors tilts his head to the side at current parts of the assignment, questioning Eddie on how he got the result.

Once Eddie provided the explanation on his he got his answer it was easier for Y/n to understand what he meant. “At first I thought you were failing but, turns out that you just explain things in a different way. Sometimes they don’t make sense but after you explained to me the process it makes better sense.” He blurts out, setting the papers down and rubbing the back of his neck. “So far you’ve done well, I’ll still have to see how you get the rest done before your essay.”

Eddie gives a small soft smile, glad that he’s gotten it done. “I’ll give you a passing grade for those two but, here are the other two that you will be working on for this week.” Y/n fished out the folder and hands Eddie another two of his old quizzes that he is suppose to fix. Eddie takes them in his hands and sighs, “Thank you.” He whispers, putting the papers away before asking. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you helping me?”

Y/n chuckles. “Eddie, I’m you professor I’m suppose to help.”

“No—I know, what I’m trying to ask is. Why help me? I mean, any student who has the chance to make corrections and fix their late assignments would be happy but you never allowed it until I came in. So why me?”

Y/n sighs to himself, leaning forward to cross his arms on his desk, focusing on the closed curtain to his right, wanting to remain distracted. “Because you remind me of myself.” He tells Eddie, giving him a glance. “I see your struggle and how much you want to get things down. I was like that when I was young, no one believed that I would make it this far and now look,” he says. “I’m the youngest teacher here and graduated early from high school and college only to become a professor here. I worked hard and focused on what I wanted.”

Eddie never really knew why Y/n became a professor, it wasn’t his business to know but the fact that Y/n was telling him this made him feel better. He wasn’t studying to become something big, no. He was afraid of failing everyone he knew, afraid of showing them his failure for school and college. He rarely socialized or spoke to anyone about his life.

Hawkins did leave a horrible scar on him, from being the towns freak to fighting off the upside down with his friends. Once they defeated Vecna he expected things to get better but they never did, the town still hated him for Chrissy’s murder. The police was able to sweep up the mess and covered up the story, letting the town know that Eddie wasn’t the person who got her killed and blamed it on drugs.

That didn’t stop the town from thinking of him differently. Even though he visited every summer he usually remained indoors and never went anywhere alone, afraid that someone would come after him and continue to blame him.

“Don’t stress yourself too much, Eddie. Everyone is allowed to be selfish every once an awhile.”

Y/n stands from his seat and gently placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze before letting go. “I should get going.” He added before leaving the office with Eddie alone. Eddie bites his lip, gripping his bag close as he glanced back to the door, deciding for himself if he was ready to leave the room.

The rest of the month went by quickly. Eddie spent majority of his time in Y/n’s office, getting the help he needed and passing his assignments. The longer he spent with Y/n the more he learned about the professors life, so far he’s found out that the professor has an older brother who’s a doctor while his parents live on the country side. He spoke highly of his parents and how hard they worked for their children to get into college and at least have an education. Y/n’s family sounded nice and comforting, Eddie enjoyed their time together.

Eddie had also taken notice of the way his professor spoke, with a soft tone full of knowledge, he spoke highly about his lectures and how much he wanted his students to learn and pass. Their were times where their hands would graze or fingers would touch whenever the Professor reached out for his paper. Eddie’s crush for the Professor slowly grew to the point where he didn’t know what to do.

Again, he knew that nothing would ever happen between them. But each time he sees the man he can he’ll but close up, getting flustered around him and skipping their meet ups every once an awhile, not wanting to be discovered about his attraction towards his Professor. Eddie knew he is to keep these feelings deep down and ignore them, but each time the professor entered the classroom during one of their sessions—those feelings would quickly come back.

Finals was this week before the year was over, Eddie had already taken his tests from other classes and won’t be getting the results back until summer break hits. So far, Professor Y/n’s class is the only one he had left, which is why he’s sitting in the middle row, watching Y/n as he passed out the test.

“Again, this test is worth half of your grade—once you complete the test feel free to bring it up to my desk and you are free to go. Your final grade will be provided before summer break hits.” Y/n hands the sheets out, reaching Eddie’s row as he sets the test in front of him. A small grin on Y/n’s lips. “Good luck.” He whispered before he continued handing the tests.

Once everyone and their final, Y/n stands in front of the class. “You have to rest of the class hour to get this complete. Good luck and begin.” He gives everyone a smile before the sound of rustling pages is heard throughout the room. Every student focusing on their own work while Eddie tapped his pencil, reading the passages and writing down his answers, he tries his best to take his time but his anxiety was making things worse, causing him to rush through the test.

Y/n was silently walking down the rows, keeping a close eye on all of his students. He held a book in hand that he wound read every once an awhile before focusing back on the class. After thirty minutes a few of his students have already finished, moving up to the front and placing their papers on his desk. Little by little the classroom grew smaller, students were finishing up and leaning the class.

As the room continued to grow empty, only six of his students were left and one of them was Eddie. Who sat alone in his room, focusing hard on his test. A pencil in hand and another tucked behind his ear while holding a concentrated expression. Y/n sighs nervously, moving to the front of the class to organize the papers, receiving the last few tests to the point where Eddie was the last to finish.

Eddie approaches Y/n. A completed test in hand as he holds it out to him. Y/n smiles and gently takes it. “If you want I can grade it right now?” He offers.

Eddie nervously shakes his head. “No, I’d rather wait.”

“Sounds find to me.” Y/n can tell how nervous Eddie is, so he randomly sticks his test in between the others. Letting him know that his test won’t be the first or the last to be graded.

“Enjoy your break, Eddie.”

Eddie’s breath hitched. “I—thank you for your help. I really enjoyed our time.” Eddie couldn’t say if he was ever going to see Y/n again, either he passed or failed the class he wouldn’t be seeing y/n again or spending anymore time with him. So, he enjoyed their last moments in his office before the final hit.

“Have a great summer Professor Y/n.” Eddie adds before rushing out of the classroom and heading back to his dorm room. His results won’t be come in until two days before break hits, giving him time to pack up his things and getting ready to visit Hawkins for the next few months. As Eddie walked further away from his classes and closed to his room, his anxiety was slowly seeping away. The minute he’s inside he’s quick to grab the radio from his night stand and reach out to Dustin to confirm their summer plans.

—

“The king is here!”

Eddie laughs as a group of teenagers throw themselves on him, hugging him and laughing in joy of seeing him again. He smiles widely when he pulls away from Dustin’s grip, holding him by the shoulders. “Never change Henderson, looks like you kept that promise.”

He flicks Dustin’s hat, causing the kid to laugh.

He’s quick to greet the others, giving Mike and Lucas a welcome hug. Eddie was considered an adult and if people knew that he hung out with teenagers younger than him, they’ll continue to find ways to avoid him and keep everyone away from him. But Eddie wasn’t the only adult who hung around them. Steve, Nancy, and Robin also grew close of the teens, after being on the upside down together it somehow brought them closer.

“Are you staying at your uncles?”

Dustin asks, following Eddie who rounded his van and pulling the side door open. “Nope.” He responds, pulling a bag towards him and unzipping it. “My uncle is gonna be gone for the whole month—got a special job of some sorts.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m going to be staying at a Motel for the first month and then I’ll be back with my uncle.”

Dustin frowns. “You’ll be okay on your own?” Dustin knew the terror Eddie went through when the town started coming after him, the poor man couldn’t go anywhere alone. But Eddie knew he can handle the town on his own if anything were to happen.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with monsters, I think I can handle Hawkins.” Eddie gives dustin a reassuring smile. He didn’t want to upset the kid after traveling so far to see him again.

“If you say so.” Dustin brushes off his concerns. “How were finals?” He finally asks while watching Eddie empty out his bag with some of his belongings, mainly food and water was in the bag he unzipped. “Good.” Eddie’s smile falters a little as he remembers waking up early on the day of test scores, rushing out of his dorm to get to the office on time where he was given his final grades.

Eddie had passed all of his classes, including Y/n’s. He didn’t know how to feel at the thought of never seeing the Professor again, well, not really, he still saw him everyone once awhile in the building but being able to speak with him again in private is something he won’t be able to do again.

He was upset on the ride here but was quick to tell himself that nothing was ever going to happen in the first place.

“I’ll be graduating next year.”

Dustin grows happy for him, knowing that he’ll be graduating soon.

“Anyways, what are the plans?”

Dustin nods. “It looks like we are still going to our camping trip for the week. Steve wants us go all meet at his house and drop our stuff off their, will be staying the week there until it’s time for us to head out.”

“Wait, I thought Steve said that he was having a guest over?”

“Yeah, well, this guest of his will be staying at his place for a month. Steve’s parents aren’t home but are letting this guy stay their to release some stress from work—whoever the hell he is.”

“And he’s gonna be okay with a house packed full of kids and adults?”

Dustin glared at Eddie. “I’m not a kid.” He bites out. Eddie can only roll his eyes as he closed the door from his van. “Well, I guess I’ll be spending the week with you all before getting my room for the month.” With that, Eddie begins to help the teenagers and loading their stuff into his van since he was the one driving them to Steve’s place. He helps Lucas and Mike with their things before they head out to pick up Will, El, and Jonathan. He’s told that the rest of the others would meet up at Steve’s.

So, he makes multiple trips around the neighborhood, picking everyone up and driving to Steve’s House. “Damn, Steve lives here?” Eddie whistles as he parks the van on the side of the road.

“Steve’s parents are rich.” Mike is quick to say as everyone gets out of the van. Eddie chuckles between groans as he steps out of the car and starts to stretch, popping his muscles and sighing in relief.

“Alright,” He watches the others unload the van. “I’ll go let Steve know that we are here.” He lets the others know before heading towards the door, giving it a few knocks as he waits, placing his hands on his hips and gazing at the others over his shoulder. Watching the teens argue with each other when they find out that they forget to pack certain things. Eddie smiles to himself before the door unlocks.

Eddie turns back around. “Hey Steve, where do you want the little lambs to put their—“

Eddie froze, stuttering as his eyes widen. When they land on his Professor, standing on the other side of the door wearing casual clothes, looking like a normal human being and not someone who always wore fancy clothes to class.

“Eddie?”

“Professor.” He breaths out in shock.

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Tickletober Day 12 - Surprise

Fandom: Young Royals

Characters: Simon/Wilhelm, Ayub

Summary: Simon tells Ayub a story.

A/N: So I tried a different narrative approach to this fic because I find it very hard to find the correct tone to write for Young Royals. I hope you like this! Tell me if you want more fics like this.

Words: 904

[Tickletober prompts]

“So how did it happen?” Ayub asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Simon who felt himself flushing.

“I’ll tell you,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Does it look like I’m in a hurry?”

“Well, okay. It was the beginning of autumn, right? The leaves had just started shifting, and campus had a golden tint to it.”

“That’s romantic.”

“Shut up. Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Wilhelm seemed stressed. Well, he always does. I reckon it comes with being the prince. He kept finding me as I was studying, claiming he needed me to come with him. Taking me to the woods and stuff.”

“To study?”

“No, no. I was falling behind because of him. All he wanted was to- well, you know.”

“Oh, I do.”

“So I told him I needed to concentrate for a few afternoons, so he took me to this quiet corner of the library with huge windows overlooking nothing but trees. It was beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be studying, but Wilhem kept me accountable, of all people. ‘Eyes on your books,’ he would say, grinning in a way that made me want to grab his face and kiss him. Is that pathetic?”

“A little.”

“Sometimes I did, but only briefly. We couldn’t know how alone we actually were. He kept rubbing his foot over my leg though, stopping just shy of my knee. It was highly distracting. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

“Anyway. I had that math test I told you about? I must’ve been showing my frustration, because only fifteen minutes in I felt his arm reach around me in some sort of strange side-hug. He was probably trying to give me a squeeze or something to comfort me, only I’d not expected it and recoiled with that stupid laugh I sometimes do.”

“The one when you get tickled? Oh, stop blushing, that’s not news to me.”

“Wilhelm obviously had never heard it before, and so he was concerned, thinking he’d overstepped even though we’d done more than just awkwardly hug. I guess I felt flustered about reassuring him because I straight up just told him he’d accidentally tickled my side. That was my first mistake. Stop smirking.”

“Sorry.”

“He was obviously thrilled.”

“Can’t blame him.”

“But we were in the library, albeit a pretty empty part of it. But he moved his chair closer to mine and would poke me each time I frowned, or so he claimed. ‘I didn’t know you were ticklish,’ he said, and when I tell you his grin was terrifying, I mean it. I nearly ran.”

“That would’ve been pathetic, Simon.”

“I know, so I didn’t. But he kept poking me, saying how surprising this was each time I squirmed away. That he hadn’t pegged me as this ticklish and that he was offended he’d not found out about it beforehand. It was super embarrassing.”

“I bet you blushed so beautifully.”

“Shut up, Ayub.”

“Mm, kind of like you do right now.”

“He said I better be careful next time we’re entirely alone and he could try this out properly. He was only merciless for a little bit and then let me study in peace, but it was frustrating not knowing if he would suddenly tickle me again. He noticed, because he eventually moved away enough to not be able to reach me without getting up. It was relieving, but I missed his warmth.”

“Get to the point, Simon.”

“Okay, okay. He eventually tried to tickle me again a few days later when we were at my place. I’d expected it, but was still surprised when he attacked me the moment we closed the door. I didn’t even have time to put on any music or anything. God, it was terrible, Ayub.”

“Did he tickle your neck and ribs?”

“Yes.”

“And you enjoyed it.”

“Did not.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Anyway. I obviously decided to fight back, if only on instinct. Turns out the prince is pretty ticklish himself.”

“Well, he’s human, right?”

“He made the cutest sounds, Ayub. Little high pitched whining sounds between his giggles. I nearly died right then and there. And it was surprising how easy it was to turn the tables once I’d gotten my first hit. He all but crumbled beneath my hands, curling up and begging for mercy.”

“Is that the moment you fell in love?”

“I’m not in love-”

“Keep going.”

“I guess I was tickling him a little too enthusiastically - his sides were a killer, by the way - because suddenly an elbow came swinging out of nowhere and hit me straight in the face.”

“And that’s how you got a black eye? The prince accidentally elbowed you because you were tickling him?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s both disappointing and adorable.”

“You thought I’d gotten into a fight, didn’t you?”

“Kinda.” Ayub grabbed his phone to zoom in on the month-old picture of Simon pouting into the camera, his eye bruised and somewhat swollen. “Now that I think about it it does have a royal look to it. I can’t believe I never got to see it in real life.”

“It healed pretty quickly.”

“I think that just means you’ve been hanging out with Wilhelm too much recently and don’t have time for us.” Ayub poked his side. “Better fix that, you hear me.”

Simon shoved his hand away. “I’ll get on it immediately. Let’s call Rosh.”

#tickling #ticklish!simon #ticklish!wilhelm #simon x wilhelm #augtickletober2022 #young royals #n writes #tickletober day 12

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hello there dear! i’m new to tumblr, and i never knew there were such sweet people like you writing wonderful scenarios w/ hypnosis mic characters for everyone! as i was reading through your content, i could tell through your writing that you are very passionate about writing, and you seem like a very kind individual!

i really liked the kind of request that neru-anon requested, i hope its ok if i try this as well! ill try to keep everything brief, as im not a super interesting person to begin with- Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

my name is ryusei, which contains the kanji for flow, 流 and star, 星. i go by she/they (whichever is fine!) and i’m currently 20, and studying music and psychology! im a rather quiet person, but i’ll always be willing to lend an ear if anyone wants to chat/vent! i’m very overprotective in a way thats not too conspicuous, and very loyal to anyone who calls me their friend. in contrast to that, i can hold myself well in a fight, and i’m surprisingly physically strong, but just get tired super quickly… (my stamina is… well… not good) i like smiling, but it’s difficult to express my facial emotions well, so i usually wear a mask in public. i’m an adaptable person, but i get overwhelmed easily, especially when there are too many numbers… i have asd, bpd, and ocd, and there was a point in my teenage years where that severely impacted my social life and academics, so i always like to keep my guard up, but i like to talk a lot so i end up saying too much sometimes-! i have a couple friends, but i’m not a “people person” i guess.

i enjoy listening to a wide range of music and i really love artists like Atarashii Gakko!, 周深 (his voice is so soothing!), (G)I-DLE, Ichiko Aoba, vocaloid, and Hypmic music! you can check them out if you’d like, they’re all very talented musicians/singers!

i’d rather not go into my family affairs too much, as my parents don’t have a healthy relationship with each other which affected my brother and i, so we don’t talk much now. but my younger brother (as chaotic as he may be) is important to me.

i won’t go into my panic attacks too much as i know this topic may be triggering for some people, but they’re usually hard to spot, and people other than me usually can’t tell because of my quietness.

i really like cats! i’d like to own one myself in the future, maybe when i can take care of myself better ヽ(；▽；)ノ i visit cat cafes when i visit japan sometimes, although im not as fluent as a local, its enough for me to book time slots for cat cafes at least!

when i’m in a bad mood, i lash out and break down easily at people, so i have a tendency to self isolate sometimes.

i like… a lot of foods! i don’t like fruit, insects (both in food and in general),and extravagant stuff though… i like coffee with loads of sugar… haha… i dont get drunk easily but im not too fond of alcohol… maybe cocktails but not super bitter stuff. i can withstand smoke but i don’t smoke myself.

i don’t care too much about clothing, but i want to look presentable at least. i do like cute clothes, but i usually go with super minimalistic/vintage clothes.

i like kind people! i strive to be kind myself! i want to be able to mutually help each other with our problems! i have the power to be able to help others, and honestly helping other people is easier than figuring out what to do with my own problems. unconditional love is important to me. i have problems with self confidence, and i’m also pretty hard to read, so someone who could really understand that would be nice. my love language is… physical contact i think? i like hugging and jumping around and stuff, but i dont do that much cause im paranoid about bothering people. i like affection a lot!! i didn’t have a super affectionate family, but i like people who show they care through their actions (and sometimes maybe words?) i would honestly offer everything i have for someone who would genuinely love me, but i doubt even someone in the hypmic cast would be interested… (´；Д；`)

thank you for reading all this stuff hebi! please take care! its a bit late where i am, so i’m going to head to sleep. goodnight hebi! (_ _).｡o○

(sorry for any spelling errors TT)

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Thank you for requesting for this kind of request! I honestly really like playing Cupid's role, haha!♥ Of course the following is only mu thoughts and headcanons, so don't feel forced to think just like I do, okee~? Also, I don't know who are your favourite characters or if there's any you dislike qwq In case i chose one you don't like, please, text me so I can change him to the "second" or the "third" choice at the bottom of this post, okee? Plus, sweetheart, please let me know if there's any mistake♥ Enjoy~♥

Warnings: nothing~ safe here~

⭐𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬/𝐨⭐

⭐Hey, sweetheart! I'm thankful for all the sweet words you told me.. qwq♥ I'm so glad that you do enjoy my writings, as I always try to do my best. My main mission is to bring a smile to people's faces, so I do hope this will bring a smile to yours as well!♥

⭐First of all I wanted to tell you that you seem a nice and amazing person, so there's not really need to be that unconfident, especially when it comes to physical affection! It's true that there are people who are introverted and maybe against PDA (like me, oof..), but as an introverted I can tell that people like you- who likes affection, hugging, smiling- are very appreciated. You can literally cheer people around you up and this is so powerful!♥ As I read your description, I don't hide the fact that I immediately thought about Matenrou and Fling Posse bois; On one hand things about you like studying psychology, being kind of unconfident, dreaming about getting some physical affection, getting easily overwhelmed and getting silent panic attacks really made me think about Matenrou and, in particular, about Doppo somehow..♥ On the other hand things like wearing minimalistic/vintage cute clothes, enjoying music, liking affection and jumping around, being a good listener, liking cats and being actually a trustful and loyal friend made me think about Fling Posse and their friendship, but especially to Gentaro and Ramuda, somehow♥ The fact that you do care a lot about your brother, the fact that you prefer helping others and try your best to be a good person, and especially, though, the fact that you are unconfident or maybe simply do not realize how nice you truly are.. well.. These things really bring me to think that you could kin Doppo- along with Gentaro and Ramuda-, somehow! BUT, we are here to find your other-half, and this isn't surely Doppo, since I do believe he is not that type of man pro to PDA and gets easily flustered.. (but.. who knows? He could get a crush on you~). Plus he's 29, so... ugh.. I know age isn't important in a couple and that love can be for everyone, but we need someone more...! We need someone who would be there for you, who would easily understand you- since you specifically said that you're "hard to be read"- and who's going to love you unconditionally. Someone who would show his affection towards you without any hesitation and problem! Someone who has interests similar to yours maybe.. who does enjoy music a lot, who enjoy food and who's protective of the ones he holds dear! Someone who can understad you fully and maybe even being that good of a partner who'd be able to get the moment when you're silently having a panic attack..

⭐..Okay.. I got my results~

⭐So.. (unless you don't like gambling..).. I feel like Dice would be a perfect first choice! We're literally talking about someone who seems dumb as f##, but it's canon that he has some serious and deep thinking moments, especially when he's alone. He looks dumb, but he's not at all. Just like you, Dice does enjoy music, as he tries to create some using "instruments" like grass or empty cans- even if it's said that he can play piano and violin, oof. Just like you, he does care a lot about his friends and he's even protective of the ones he holds dear. Dice loves his friends unconditionally- even if some could think that he's Gentaro's friend because he owes him money, Dice does actually care about him too. Plus, if he gamble, that means that he has a "not-toxic" relationship with numbers! (jk, Ryusei♥ *hugs*)

⭐So I'm sure that through his energetic and dumb-apparent look, he would be the best of a partner for you! You with your stable-life and him with his risky-life would be the perfect yin and yang. I can already imagine him randomly hugging you or simply poking your face as he notices that your mind is overthinking.. he would get that maybe you're starting to panic silently and would whisper: "Hey... u okay?", with a reassuring smile. After meeting your eyes he would simply open his arms to hug you, especially if he's certain that you need affection. Dice would try his best to cheer you up, especially when he feels like you're having a "no"-day. I can even imagine you both petting stray cats or him visiting you and holding one of your school books like: "Daaaaamn.. how can you even understand all of this?!.. It feels like blabbering!", playing the fool part only to make you chuckle. Even so, he would show how proud he is of you and how much he does really admire you. "How can you be so smart to understand that blabbering?!", Dice would exclaim only to hear your chuckle again. "I.. I like your chuckle, y'know? It's.. cute.."

⭐About the others Fling Posse's and Matenrou's members, well.. ⭐Jakurai: He could be a kind uncle/father to you. Since he's a doctor he could really take care of your "no"-moments, even also hugging you, why not? Plus I'm 100% sure he would be so proud of you for studying psychology! You're going to be one of his work colleague, one of the most amazing one, actually!♥ ⭐Hifumi: Except for those times his fear for women would be evident, he would show his support to you just as much as he does with Doppo! Hifumi is a kind-hearted man so he'd be energetic enough to drive you to be the same and you both would be great friends for sure! After some time, though, I think he would start to learn to "read" you, because he already did it with Doppo~♥ ⭐Doppo: I feel like you could kin him, as I said before. Doppo is the one who paradoxically would tell you stuff like "W-what?! But.. you're amazing, Ryusei! Don't you ever think otherwise. You cannot understand how great you are?!".. I mean.. bruh, you're just like her! But I feel like he would even usually vent in your presence or inviting you to get some coffee together, why not?♥ ⭐Ramuda: Oh... ohhh. Ramuda would be the best at showing his affection towards you, especially now that you're officially a posse~! He would jump around and hug you randomly, but I feel like you would also be there noticing his "no"-moments too♥ ⭐Gentaro: You would have a calm but intellectual relationship with him. Both of you would go to the café, wearing vintage clothes and I feel like Gentaro would appreciate your company, as your dressing style seems similar to his one. He's also a good listener, just like you, so I feel like you could even take a chance to talk to him. He would give you his "honest" advices... oof♥

Top three results:

⭐1- Dice

⭐2- Ramuda

⭐3-Doppo

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#who would be your s/o #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone fling posse #hypmic fling posse #hypnosis mic fling posse #hypnosis microphone matenro #hypmic matenro #hypmic matenrou #hypnosis mic matenrou #fling posse #matenrou #doppo kannonzaka #hifumi izanami #jinguji jakurai #ramuda amemura #dice arisugawa #gentaro yumeno

[scattered-stardust]

temptation tuesday

rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

Tagged by @shubaka thank you !!!<3

Lets start with my first big au I came up with for Kinnporsche. (you could also say that everything else is tempting me away from this one.)

This started out as a simple kimchay boarding school au and then morphed itself into something more complicated.

After Kim's mother dies (while Kim was with her), somehow information about Nampheung being trapped in Korn’s attic gets to Kan and his wife. Kan decides that now that his brother is weakened after the dead of his wife and fueled by anger about his adoptive sister, he’s going to overthrow Korn.

While he’s planning for that, his wife is making her own plan to run away if necessary. She also has her own part in Kan’s plan and that’s getting Nampheung out of there. While she’s doing that during Kan’s attack on the compound, she runs into Tankhun (who has not been kidnapped yet) and he tells her that Kan has been captured before almost begging her to take Kim with her as she runs away. This because Kim is not biologically Korn’s son and Tankhun doesn’t think he can protect Kim if that information gets out while also trying to keep Kinn a child while he’s growing up.

So she takes Kim and Nampheung with her, after getting Macau and Vegas they run away and hide themselves somewhere where Korn can’t find them. (this is part one of the fic)

12 years later Kim, Chay and Macau all go to the same boarding school that has very high standing. (Korn pulled some strings to get Chay in) They all meet and Kim and Chay fall in love and after a while Chay visits Kim’s family. There’s a couple of times when Chay is almost going to meet his mother, but they keep missing each other.

After Chay meets his mother he tells Porsche about it as soon as he can. Kinn’s last name comes out and it’s all very confusing and everyone is scared. Somehow Korn finds out about them still being alive and drags all of them to the compound for revenge. He tells Kinn and Porsche to kill them, but obviously they don’t. In the end Nampheung kills Korn. And then everyone is happy.

(My outline for this fic is like 1k)

Second fic is my Kim & Sam arranged marriage au. (crossover with Gap the series)

There’s no mafia in this one, so the Theerapanyakuls are new money and they want more social standing. Since Sam’s grandmother really wants to find a good husband for Sam she agrees.

Kim still becomes a singer and Sam joins him in some of his music videos sometimes. After a while she becomes a singer on his own. They sign to the same label and frequently collaborate.

Mon and Chay meet at one of Sam and Kim’s earlier concerts and both become big fans of them. Chay also starts making music in college and Mon helps him release it. Mon is studying to become a manager. So after they graduate Chay gets signed to the same agency as Kim and Sam and Mon becomes an assistant/manager to Sam.

Kim and Sam are very platonic besties who are just in a lavender marriage.  

Tagging: @just-slightly-chayotic @kimchaybrainrot @xxatlasxx @dummerjan @callmeahopelesscase(no pressure tho<3) and anyone else who wants to do this

#stardust talks #kimchay

[originalnovelist]

Vain

INVOLVED: Samuel Evans and Rebecca Evans. LOCATION: Cleveland Clinic; Cleveland, Ohio. TIME FRAME: - NOTES: Rebecca decides Samuel’s fate. 

Rebecca gazed at her brother as he lay there, she had so many emotions whirling inside of her she felt like she was going to explode. Begging him to wake proved futile, her hope had died long ago, and now she was just all around exhausted. Defeated moreso. She exhaled looking around the white room, her mother had left to grab herself a bite. She hadn’t been in the room alone with him since he entered the hospital. She didn’t want to be honestly; it was entirely too surreal. What if his heart had given way while she was sitting in the chair beside him, she might as well have die too she wouldn’t be able to handle that. No matter the person, another body in the room had managed to give her a little comfort during the ordeal. 

“How could you leave her everything?” she finally spoke, she looked back at Samuel. She could hear his remark, like a knife cutting ice he would have torn into her. But right now, he couldn’t. He was unable to attack them in his normal beastly manner in this state, it was unfamiliar to her. She almost longed for him to curse her out. “She doesn’t even love you, she never did. She never will” the bitter woman spoke. “She’s in this room crying over you, laying at your side pretending that she isn’t the fucking reason you are laying right there right now. I hate the idea of her, of you letting her back in. I begged you not to. I forbade you to and you did it anyway” she said clutching her fist. “And now you are going to leave her all of it?” she asked him. 

“You didn't even have the balls to tell me yourself you went to your accountant and your lawyers and you handled it all. Weeks ago” she yelled, putting emphasis on the news she’d gotten mere days ago. “You have it all mapped, the money you are dispersing between the six kids. The royalties of the books! Your funeral Sam?” she said in disgust. “You planned the entire thing, flowers, music, colors” she listed on her fingers. “I am fighting for your life and you ending yours” she confronted. “This is about around the time you’d tell me it doesn’t have anything to do with her right, but it does. You can’t have her the way you want her so what, you don't want to be here at all?” she asked him. “You are selfish as hell for that, casting aside everybody who really loves you who needs you here for one bitch” she spat. 

“An inferior bitch” she added as she got up from her chair, she ran her hands through her greasy chair. She was lacking in the self care department but that was a sacrifice she would make for him. “Here I am trying to get these people to do everything they can for you” she told him, standing at the foot of his bed. “Your whole life I’ve been trying to protect you, help you, save you and you won’t even save yourself” she barked. “Get up!” she commanded “face me” she told him irritatedly. “Tell me to my face everything I’ve done; all the studying, all the crying, all the praying was in VAIN!” she argued. 

“You are improving, they have done everything they could for you” Rebecca told him. “I can’t think of anything else and I am tired, I don’t want to think anymore. I want you to get up. But you aren’t right?” she asked him. “This is it. That is what you are saying to me, to us. The book spelled it out quite clearly, you are ready to go and right now we are selfishly keeping you here, on this fucking machine…. wasting away anyway….” she turned her head away from him. She wiped a few of her tears, her head shaking as she pushed off his bed. “Alright” she said, a chuckle leaving her, the sound leaving her mouth morphing into a cry. “You win” she said to him “I won’t fight you on it, I am going to give you what you want. You left me a road map…. We will go from there…”

#thread: vain #samcedes rp

[incoherentbabblings]

I saw some of the wips of your Robin! Steph and Civie! Tim, and I thank you for giving the exact ‘what if’ fic in my head that I have been looking since I ventured in this fantastic paring. I absolutely in love with your fics, and this is just the part of the cherry on top. I love you and ur fics so muchkoisjioshios ❤️💜

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Thank you so much! I'm so pleased that you have read through all those wips! I just finished drafting Chapter 12 (of 19 or so) last night and it racked up to 8,000 words so hearing that someone is looking forward to it is wonderful. I really hope you enjoy it. If I keep up my current pace with the remaining chapters, it should be ready to go come the end of August. I just have to be sure with this one that it's all cohesive and good to go. But thank you so much for this, I'm so over the moon! So... another snippet for you? This is from Chapter Eight, where Steph has well and truly indoctrinated Tim :D

Watching Tim work, Stephanie very quickly gathered that he was not lying when he’d declared his experience in building computers. Hours had passed, and the sun had long set. Tim had brought a sandwich, then rather obsessively cleaned his hands. Has to be pristine, he’d said. Stephanie remained longer than she should have done. It was interesting to see.

“I can do it in my sleep at this point. I built my dad’s,” he explained, handling items with far more gentleness than Stephanie thought possible, but with a confidence that was endearing. 

He had lovely hands. 

“And before that,” he continued, lips screwing up as he realized he needed to change screwdriver heads, “Hudson’s, and then an old beat up one that I - maybe - stole parts from the recycling center for.”

“For shame, Timothy.”

He giggled, working away quietly. Taking a chance, Stephanie brought up some music on her phone to play quietly, and his face lit up.

“Enya?”

“I like her in the background when I’m studying.”

“She’s good for getting rid of my headaches,” Tim concluded. “When I would get them as a kid - I used to get really horrible ones, screaming kind of pain - Dad would swear she was better than Tylenol. Take me to his office, sit down with me on the sofa, and just hold me as we listened on his big music system. Worked miracles.”

Stephanie smiled fondly, trying to imagine Tim as a young boy. Gawkish, maybe. Fey, possibly. Sweet, enthusiastic, curious. 

“You’re close with them, aren’t you?”

Tim looked embarrassed to admit it, shaking his head and looking bashful. “I wasn’t always. They used to travel a lot more for work. Everywhere and anywhere. They’d go on digs a lot too, leave me behind. Nanny after nanny at first. Then, when I was old enough, boarding school after boarding school. Then they were attacked. It’s terrible, but there’s nothing like almost dying to make you examine your lot in life.”

“That’s true…” She curled up on the bed, holding her knees. “I’ve never asked you about it.”

Tim was quiet, pretending to listen to the music. When he spoke, it was without sarcasm, without humor, without the gentleness she had come to associate with Tim. 

“I was told on the phone what had happened. Went to the hospital, watching them in two seperate rooms. Mom was weaker. She’d had a higher dosage. The nurses spoke to me like they were already dead.”

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

He looked back at her, a bottle of cooling liquid in his hand. He looked hollowed out, tired.

“No-one understands. They think because they got better, the horror goes away. My mom can’t stand people touching her anymore, apart from me really. Too many people poking and prodding and intubation and needles and a biopsy… She won’t even let someone cut her hair anymore. Dad just wanted to forget it. Move on and never talk about it. Start fresh. New wife, new house…”

“What about you?”

His shoulders sagged. “Frightened for them. Still. If mom gets breathless, if Dad’s spine starts to hurt again. Grateful, that they recovered. But then. I feel guilty… So much guilt.”

“Because you weren’t with them?”

He nodded, then turned back around to work. “I think about it a lot; what would have happened if one or both of them had died. What would have happened to me? But then I feel selfish.”

His voice broke, and Stephanie reached out from her place of kneeling on her bed, and touched his back. She felt the shiver run up it, the muscles tighten.

“You stayed with Bruce for a while, right?”

“Yeah. Such a weirdo,” he scoffed. “He’s a good man. But…”

“Weird,” Stephanie concluded. 

Tim worked a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “all I do is tell you sob stories.”

#dc #ask and i'll babble #my fic tag #stephanie brown #tim drake #timsteph

[adultswim2021]

12 oz. Mouse #10: “Booger Haze” | October 9, 2006 – 12:45AM | S02E03

Strapping in for 12 Oz. Mouse. I think my method of meticulously writing down everything that happens in this show is a good way to keep track of it. Here we go:

Spider is dragging Roostre to a cave. Roostre chides Spider for never speaking.

Cut to Liquor's hospital. Mouse, Liquor, Skillet, and New Guy are all staring at Eye with his twin. Eye's leg is now reattached and perfectly functional, which they both demonstrate by taking turns doing a soft shoe.

In Liquors store, still covered in blood, Peanut cop and Golden Joe are now being terrorized by the hand. You’ll recall this hand is the same one that was in Mouse's ice box. The last episode ended with it attacking Peanut cop and Golden Joe. It's running around like a raptor while they try to stay out of it's way. Peanut is armed with a gun and is taking shots at it. The hand eventually attaches itself to the top of Golden Joe's head and starts menacing him, though it doesn't seem like he's causing any actual damage to him; almost like having a bat stuck in your hair. Liquor, back from the hospital, shows up and traps it in a jar. Mouse, also having arrived from the hospital, wonders out loud whose hand it could be.

We cut not-so-subtly to Roostre, who we've known as a guy with a hook for a hand. He is being serenaded with a piano by Spider. The music notes on screen start swarming around, and making insect noises. They go to Roostre's ranch and start devouring one of the corn dogs, but only one. This corn dog seems to have a hard shell and is filled with blood and viscera.

Shark and Square are riding around in Shark's sweet car. Shark is running people down casually, and he is pushing a button which causes explosions to happen along his route. He is still calling himself black and promises to turn it “all the way up”.

Back to the Liquor store. Mouse, Liquor, Golden Joe, Skillet, and the eyes are studying the hand. The Eyes start to remark how that's the hand that cut off  “MY leg”, but they both do it, so they are starting to become one and indistinguishable from one another. Golden Joe disappears, quietly. Mouse has an idea that involves Skillet and him leaving. He tells the others to “just do some stuff” and he'll be back. Golden Joe reappears and yells at Liquor for letting them leave.

Shark and Square pull up next to question woman or whatever she's called. She is asking a lot of annoying questions like usual. They let her in the backseat.

Mouse and Skillet are at a gas station filling up their rocket-powered skateboard. Mouse robs the beer and the gas and also sets the station on fire, which explodes. Shark and Square and Question woman see Mouse and Skillet getting away. Question Woman is babbling about needing to pee and then she spontaneously rips partially in half, with her skull popping out and landing in her lap. The tear goes from the top of her head down to roughly her stomach. She says “that wasn't nice” over and over. Each side of her is now a unique mouth so it sounds like two people speaking in unison. One of her sides says “you can't kill me” once before the scene ends.

Mouse's plan is that he and Skillet go to Roostre's. Mouse guesses that Roostre is still at the Shark party. Skillet finds the mutilated corn dog. They shoot at the music notes, which return while ominous music plays. They flee to Roostre's shack. They make their way to a cellar where they discover Roostre has a huge arsenal. There's also a treasure chest, auspiciously in the middle of the room. They do not interact with it whatsoever, but I WONDER WHAT IS IN THERE?

We briefly cut back to Roostre who tells Spider that he knows who he is.

The end. I guess I sorta do like putting in the work to remember what happens in this show, and there are moments that are exciting to sort-of decipher. But man, should anyone have to work this hard to keep up with a TV show?

Harvey Birdman Volume 2 DVD (October 10, 2006)

Birdman Volume 2 came out on DVD, at a time when all I wanted was more Space Ghost DVDs. Do I have anything of note to say about this? NOPE. NOTE.

MAIL BAG:

Adults - they love to swim!

Can you blame ‘em!!!

I haven’t swam in literally a decade I think

Have you read the Jerry Seinfeld Twitter guys feed lately? I'll keep it brief: Hell-o New-Man!

You wanna know what? FUCK the Jerry Seinfeld Twitter Guy! He’s a BAD Guy!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #12 oz. mouse

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Brilliant day on campus yesterday! I even had to rush home and post something on TikTok. The lesson was ‘Innovation Vs. Creativity’. The question was: if you’re not innovating, are you really creative? Thousands of people create music every day but how creative is it? Is it just copying a formula? Is it just another sausage for the sausage factory? If you’re just in it for the money, that’s cool, but don’t tell me to respect your art. It’s just fodder! With 100,000 tracks being uploaded to streaming platforms EVERY DAY, you will need to innovate to stand out! You will need to come with something fresh and original to ensure you don’t drown in the sea.

As it happens, the UK has always been a fertile breeding ground for new music genres: UK garage, trip hop, drum & bass, lover’s rock, grime etc. What is it about this crazy little island that makes us so creative? (The racists will never guess.) What makes us so innovative? Our multicultural society! I’m Green Lanes born and bred, lived here all my life; I’ve got a million complaints about the UK. Yes, I know the UK is f*cked-up but, ultimately, we get on! We get on, we rave together, we live together, we make babies together. In the UK, London in particular, we all get on. (Though I can’t account for certain members of The Met!)

Cowards send their citizens into war and that is exactly what tinpot dictator Poo-Tin is doing. He is literally going to kill off an entire generation of young Russian men just to win his war. Will he ever win this war? In truth, the only way he will ‘win’ this war is by dropping ‘the bomb’ and, if that happens, well … it was nice knowing you!

However, as I’ve said before, it’s not a question of Russia = bad guys and Ukraine = good guys. I don’t romanticise Ukrainians. Remember, when Ukrainians were trying to get on trains to flee their cities, they wouldn’t allow black people to get on trains, reminding them they were NOT Ukrainian, thus not important enough to escape Putin’s attack. There are two sides to every story. And, yesterday, I saw a very disturbing video of a Ukrainian Nazi beating up a group of four middle eastern women in broad daylight! A tall, muscular guy just whacking these innocent, defenceless women around the head with this rubber dildo, and nobody came to their rescue!

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?) I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio

[devldom]

MC! Monday — Make a playlist that fits your MC. This can be music that they’d just listen to or music that you think fits their character well!

Hiiii, long time no see. I tried to keep this playlist short-ish (because I have no self control and my playlists are always like 6 hours long) so I picked 20 songs that make me think of Blue. Some rambling about each song under the cut.

As usual, lovely prompt by obeythedemons. ♡

Playlist can be found here!

tw: mentions of death and attempted suicide.

Leap Year | I see my past self, standing in front of me - it’s back like a leap year

I wanted to put Leap Year as the opening track for this playlist because it makes me think of how Blue has come so far on their healing journey. I think it sums them up pretty well.

Cough Syrup | I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control

Blue’s mental state deteriorates when their mom passes away, being left alone for the first time in their life.

I CAN’T FEEL A THING | So take me in your arms and lend me love and harm - they only ever feel the same

Blue is numb due to their mother’s passing and their own mental health issues.

IDGAF | My mind's been where no mind should go - where heartbeat ends, where blood runs cold

IDGAF describes Blue’s state of mind after they hit rock bottom and attempt to end their life. They survived, but they don’t feel alive.

No Fear | I'm too scared to be alone - too afraid to live a new life, amongst the stars and meteorites - an endless galaxy black could never stop this heart attack

This song makes me think of how Blue craves an escape of everything; their mother’s death, the suicide attempt and their rushing, anxious thoughts. Blue keeps themself busy, studying and working, in hopes of keeping their mind occupied as much as possible.

Rager Teenager! | Never thought I'd see you again in my life, why you been acting like a stranger?

Rager Teenager reminds me of Mammon and Blue’s dynamic. The way Mammon acts uninterested and pushes them away whenever the time to say goodbye starts growing near, in hopes of minimizing the pain of not having the human around. But it also makes me think of how they have the time of their lives whenever they’re together and the way they feel so comfortable around each other. They make each other feel like silly teenagers, falling in love for the first time.

First Love / Late Spring | One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I'm on, baby - tell me, "don't," so I can crawl back in

Now, this song makes me think of Belphegor and Blue and another take on the first love feeling. Blue feels confused because of what they feel towards Belphie; even though he’s not their first love, Blue feels helpless and guilty for falling for him, even if it's out of their control.

Am I A Girl? | Am I a girl? am I a boy? - what does that even mean? - I'm somewhere in between

Gender and sexuality are important parts of Blue’s identity.

Outta My Mind | Life doesn't feel right - but through the storm I see the sunshine

Blue slowly grows comfortable with their new life on the Devildom. Not every day can be good, but they try to see the good on all situations the brothers tend to put them through.

Sleep Alone | You can call me on my phone, I'll run to you - you won't ever have to sleep alone

Sleep Alone makes me think of how Blue tries to be there for everyone, friends and lovers. It’s about how they give themself to their relationships without thinking of the consequences.

Forever Winter | I didn't know you were breaking down - I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren’t around

This song makes me think of Satan and Blue’s friendship; the way they love each other and try to be there for the other, even if opening up is hard. Blue can’t imagine a life without Satan, and vice versa.

Silk & Satin | I'm running wrapped in band-aids, when nothing hurts at all - I'd settle for the good days to break this lonely fall

It’s easy for Blue to push everyone away when they aren’t okay, attempting to deal with their feelings on their own with the intention of not being a burden.

Comfort Crowd | Through ups and downs, through smiles and pouts - comfort crowd you can always count

Comfort Crowd makes me think of how the brothers have changed Blue’s life for good. Blue didn’t really have many friends back in the human realm, so, it’s nice to have a friend group and a family after being completely alone for a few years.

Marjorie | And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now - if I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around

Blue constantly thinks about their mother when they need comfort.

Fade | We're all just gonna fade one day - in hope of better times I'll wait - but do you have time to hold on with me?

Fade makes me think of Blue’s mortality and pasts experiences with death. It’s very important to them to enjoy all the moments with their favorite people while they’re still here.

Face Towards the Sun | In the end timе will find us all - dressed in our best, one last deep breath - as we turn towards the sun

Once again, makes me think of Blue's mortality and how they feel about death.

The Very First Night | I'd write this in the sky - I miss you like it was the very first night

This one makes me think about how Blue feels when leaving the Devildom; of how much they miss the brothers and their shenanigans, and how much the demons mean to them.

Daylily | It's been a while since you felt right - but the warm nights are coming soon and you'll be just fine

Daylily makes me think of how Blue really deserves happiness and mental wellness. Life is worth living even with its darkest moments.

In Violet | Bury me in violet - smile for me when you set me free

In Violet talks about death and how one wants to be remembered. Blue’s mortality is not something the brothers discuss often; they try to avoid the topic as much as possible, in hopes to avoid thinking about how they’ll suffer when the human eventually passes away. But Blue wants to be remembered for the good things; they hope to leave a smile on each of the brother’s faces when they remember their favorite human.

Long Live | Long live the walls we crashed through - I had the time of my life with you

Long Live, once again, makes me think of Blue’s mortality, their relationship with the cast and how the human have impacted each of their lives. This song is about looking back at the most memorable moments in your life, and how these moments are all you have at the end.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc #shall we date obey me #obey me oc #mc blue #mc monday #kai writes #wym it's wednesday already. imagine im posting this on monday #i already had a few songs selected for their playlist but it was a struggle to gather 20 lol #still this was a nice exercise for me to conceptualize blue a lil better #i have many blue thoughts all the time yet i never write them down #this is not a fic so i understand if no one reads it but i'm still proud of myself for putting this whole post together

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

We do have a documentary of thommys family as well and it’s so funny

It’s after Oj disconnected his money from them and it’s of everytime they started to use their own money to try to use their own money from their jobs and life to plan a public outing of me as not indigenous when I still am

So the documentary is set to inpiratuonal fighting movie music and it tracks them planning and funding these event type situations to try to publically out me as not indigenous when I am and then for the big fight scene it’s them getting close to the event happening and the fbi shutting it down before it can and then for the post fight part of it after the fbi blocks the event from taking off it tally’s how much money they’ve spent post OJ Simpson not paying for them or to them anymore

Whenever thommys family gets caught on truth syrem they ask me why I don’t talk about it we film it like a reality series interview room style when the characters go off into the interview room and talk on truth syrem about how they have no clue and wish I would talk about what I do so they could judge that and know if they were lying but that they get if they’re talking about it this much they’re probably uneducated and just upset about what this means their kid did to me

Then we have one of thommys family called “Indigenous Test Tubers” because little jimini can’t leave the home unmonitored so anytime thommy is out in public with any sobrinos they fill a show about how thommy likes girls with stolen condom siblings in the area and how to give them space and talk to them to decrease us having to control little Jimena down from trying to order attacks and robberies on people throughout the country so that thommy, someone with known logged abuse abused less and gets less people robbed via public convo and education if his actual reality so people are kind to him a little more so he stops maybe

Then we also have one that is every time Lauren back in the day would slander and libel to get me shot - that one actually has the full carry out of thommys sister and whomever planning a rumor then it catching on and the shooter responding logging them driving to wherever they think I live and shooting at someone or a body doll if they were told a wrong location or also the process of me getting bullet proof vested and wrapped before the shooter got to me with split screen footage of thommys sister running around telling false information about me as people around her respond and the shooter that has heard her issue hears it for the first time and starts prepping to come shoot me

Again they only use thommys family as an example because they were spreading such outrageous information and obsessively spreading it so to show they can now funnel this type of action bc or any peoples stolen condoms or rumors to show documented controlling of it all they films these videos - because I wasn’t born when it all started attempting at rumors that I was already out when things started happening, the government has to control what these people think they knew or thought they knew about an unborn human

It’s also part of a study where the government does log racism, since thommys sister does have white dna - her dna obsessing over me is studied as racist either way. These studies can also be used if people are being compared as more one race than another person who is the same race as them - none of this mattered but since Lauren incited an actual mob onto singular me as I got off a field loading plane that she had to stalk to know the location of and pointed while saying “that’s her” after being tracked obsessing while I was gone and since I actually had to be controlled into a mental home at the fear of the physical violence and mob size she set on me, the government has to monitor her race obsessing over anyone now - if they catch someone doing this before they do control it all into one place since they had caught Lauren doing this after seeing me on a global news cast and she was doing it to try to also defend dead me who was alive she just forgot what I looked like and had become race obsessed with hidden inside away from the sun and slavery and abduction

Idk what to do - how do I explain when dating that thommys family except for the funding pullers sits around doing this stuff towards me not talking to them at all and the UN declares it as a civil war battle that they do this to require trials for certain things they did and said at me. So anytime they start to shut the fuck up and say they were wrong, even though I just require them to fucking stop and get real or hack a dna company instead of obsessing over me and trying to hack and stalk where my life is, for what they tried to do at times, the state requires trials whenever they go back on their word

These trials have been measured to find evidence of up to 463 hours of tapes of how indigenous I am personally and only my solo journey and has started to trace into how my family even got to America when no one was here and our tribal standings now for the people who are or pursued it in private free time or by federal mandate in federal hiding for mandated USA diplomacy and tracking but some of my family that is hides their dna and culture via federal programs to not be robbed raped or attacked so everytime the thommys families who do it race obsess or begin spreading race rumors about me and it goes into trial they piss those people off - so either way whether thommys are bitching that I’m not indigenous or trying to justify that I got raped because I am because they get wire tapped out talking about both

But we drone thommy and little jiminis show anytime because she sometimes orders attacks when thommy is abusing her and jimini will go out and order attacks on others not related to the situation that she’s never spoken to and been acknowledged by or stalked the camp site of with stolen condom people and the chapies without any cocaine in tow sometimes - sometimes they center it all around raping me and so we will relaunch thommy and little jiminis offline show usually before I even know who jimini is again through the briefing or that she’s made life moves to stalk me sometimes in areas thommy isn’t even in while thommy and I aren’t talking or planning to or I have a completely unrelated life to thommy that they do not have any rights to monitor also called little jimini stalking my life then seeking out life near thommy after checking into my life which is being studied as both stalking of thommy and identity fraud to rape

[givelove-always]

SHAWN AND CAMILLA’S COLLAB PART 2 IS COMING VERY SOON

#shawn #camilla #collab #ikwydls part 2 #I WAS JUST TRYING TO STUDY HE CAN’T ATTACK ME WITH NEW MUSIC

[theminecraftbox]

fic: c!Bad and c!Dream, a question of motive

AO3

Warnings: panic attacks, aftermath of torture, referenced self-harm. 

/dsmp rp 

Dream never speaks to BadBoyHalo.

There are many reasons he does not do this; it would be pointlessly exhausting to list them all.

Just opening his mouth feels exhausting these days. Beyond even navigating the hellish minefield of what Sam and Quackity want to hear, the very act has him tired down to his bones. It doesn’t matter what he says; he’s not giving up the book and that’s the only thing that will actually make any of this stop. So what’s the point if he manages to make Quackity grin and laugh and pull back from peeling bloody furrows down his chest for a few minutes? What’s the point if he convinces Sam to stop commanding and prodding at him, for now? What it wins him is barely worth the effort. He’s hoarse from all the screaming anyway.

He gets sick of being told to shut up and being told to beg, one after the other after the other.

But something’s got to bend, something’s got to break, and it can’t be Dream.

That’s why, today, he’s going to begin something new.

Step one; test the waters.

“Hey, Dream,” says Bad softly. He shuffles closer to Dream’s corner. He reminds Dream of a child, scuffing his feet and anxious. “Uhhh, how you doing, buddy?”

Bad always talks to him like this, like Dream’s an idiot or a toddler. It would annoy him, except for how he can hear the kindness underneath. Actually, no, maybe that annoys him more. Quackity talks down to him too, talks like Dream’s a stupid fucking dog that’s pissed on the rug and needs his nose rubbed in it, needs a few swats with a newspaper and shocks from a collar, but at least he never pretends to be nice. It’s an honest condescension.

Bad unfolds a small sack from his inventory. “Sorry, no sandwich today. Sam was being—ah, never mind! He gets kinda strict, you know. He’s started inspecting the guard lunches a little more. But that’s okay! I’ve got some ideas. And, um, I’ve got potatoes! So that’s nice, right?”

Dream silently accepts the food: ten today. That’s good. He’ll be able to add to his rainy day stash. (It’s been a veritable downpour lately.)

Bad prattles on; some inane chatter about the guard rotations. Dream barely listens.

Not many possibilities: if this doesn’t work, best case scenario is that Bad pulls a sad face and does nothing. Worst case, Dream’s plotting goes straight to Sam. And from there straight to Quackity, and from there straight out of Dream’s hide.

But he’s short on options. He’s backed into a corner—has been for longer than he’d care to admit, but he knows when he’s got to man up and face the music.

Sam always makes sure he’s presentable when Bad or Ant is going to show up. Dream is pretty sure he knows why.

Dream meets Bad’s eyes. Bad breaks off and stares back at him, blank white gaze shot wide. Then Dream beckons him closer.

Nervously, Bad approaches and crouches a few careful feet away. “What is it, Dream?”

Holding his breath, Dream leans forward, trying to make the motion look as natural and accidental as possible. As he does, the collar he unbuttoned drops open.

Bad’s eyes flick down. He sucks in his breath. Dream knows what he’s seeing—a vivid burn, unmistakable, huge and red and ugly and oozing, the one he gave himself using the lava and the cauldron after Sam left. He studies Bad’s face, looking, looking, gauging: is that horror? Empathy? …Is there any shock?

Bad clears his throat and visibly wrenches his eyes back to Dream’s face. “You can talk to me if you want, y’know? I’ll always, y’know, I’ll listen.”

Okay, more or less what he thought. Bad suspects; Bad knows; Bad’s either a coward or a tool. He can move on to the next test. Time to do that.

Dream turns his back, breathing deep to try to quell his panic. Bad knows.

“Dream?” Bad asks quietly. “Dream, is there something I can do?”

Bad knows. He knows. He’s known. How long? Dream tries to make himself turn back and speak. He can’t. He can’t. He’s lightheaded. The world is tilting crazily. He imagines he can still feel the lingering sensation of Quackity’s sweaty hands pinching at his face, digging into the burn on his chest, squeezing his shoulders.

After a few minutes, Bad gives up and leaves.

Step two; lay the bait.

It’s been four days, or rather, four visits, since Dream has seen BadBoyHalo.

“Corned beef!” Bad announces today, in that annoying stage whisper. His smile is false and wide enough to make Dream’s cheeks ache just looking at him.

He crouches to hand over the sack, a handful of potatoes and the promised sandwich. The smell makes Dream’s stomach turn.

Just because he’s cornered doesn’t mean Dream will throw his life away on a prayer. So, he’s going to test a theory first: with something that won’t ruin him if it’s revealed, but something dangerous enough to force Quackity to bring it up.

“So, uhh—anything interesting happen lately? There’s been some crazy stuff happening outside… really wacky, like, adventures…” Bad trails off. 

The silence grows, awkward and deafening.

Dream ignores the sandwich and gnaws on a potato carefully, avoiding the bloody gaps in his molars. He’s stalling, he knows. Bad’s shut up and is watching him uncertainly, like he always does: hovering like he hopes Dream is going to say something to make all his nervous tension disappear. Sorry, Bad, Dream thinks dryly. Hate to disappoint.

Really, Dream’s only ever had one piece of leverage in this place.

“You know I have the revival book, right?” asks Dream, pitching his voice low. It’s the tone Quackity uses when he says the kind of shit he doesn’t like Sam overhearing. The words are freezing cold on his tongue.

They’re the first words Dream’s spoken to Bad since he became a guard. The first words to anyone other than Sam and Quackity since… however long it’s been.

Bad flinches away as if Dream had screamed at him, then glances behind him at the lava wall. There’s sweat beading on his forehead, under his hood. If he’s meant to be convincing Dream to trust him, Dream thinks wryly that he’s doing an abysmal job.

“Um, yeah, Dream!” Bad stage whispers, injecting false cheer that sounds faintly hysterical. “The, uhhh, the book. Right. Uh, yeah, I know!”

Dream ignores his stuttering. “Be quieter,” he hisses. He takes a deep breath, shoves down panic. He’s got to do this. No choice. “I’ll give you one page of it if you bring me two sandwiches next time.”

Bad mouths Dream’s words, brow crinkling. He’s still being too loud. “One page… Two…? Dream, I don’t even—my goodness, I can bring you sandwiches, okay, I don’t need anything from you.”

“Deal, then?” snaps Dream.

Bad looks taken aback. Perhaps even vaguely affronted. “Deal,” he says. “Two sandwiches, coming right up. Um. Ham and cheese okay? Or do you want—you’re not allergic to peanuts, are you?”

Dream shrugs. His heart is pounding wildly. He’s said what he needs to. If Sam listens in on these visits closely enough to overhear, or if Bad’s an informant, Dream will know soon enough. Nothing to do for it now.

“Okay,” says Bad uncertainly. “I’ll bring one of each. I have a new way to um, sneak them in. You see, I… But you probably don’t care about that, right. Right.”

Usually there are a few more stumbling attempts at inane conversation, then Bad gives up and leaves.

“You—uh, you seem like you’re doing a little bit better today?” Bad asks tentatively.

He reaches out as if to touch Dream’s shoulder. Before rational thought can connect, Dream recoils hard, slamming his back into the wall. He bites his lip against the agony. Something hot and wet dribbles down his spine.

Bad looks aghast. He’s flung both hands up, he’s babbling, but Dream can’t hear his words over the static.

The tremors are starting again, he can feel it coming. Uncontrollable. It’s physiological. Nothing to be done. First in his hands, then his whole body—shivering like he’s in arctic cold instead of a hot obsidian box.

“Sorry,” Bad says, “I’m sorry! Um, I’ll just leave you alone, okay?”

Dream can do nothing but stare, whole body locked rigid as Bad shuffles back to the bridge.

Step three: set the line.  

It’s been six days, fine, six visits, whatever, since Dream has seen BadBoyHalo.

No mention has been made of the promised page. No punishment (for that, anyway) has been forthcoming. Dream kind of wants to throw up.

“Hey, Dream,” Bad says. That smile again. So sickeningly wide. “I brought you—guess what—three sandwiches!”

Dream decides to play along. Might as well, right? He grins right back, feeling a little bit manic. “Wow, thanks!” he says, injecting every scrap of forceful cheer he can muster.

Bad flinches away from him with an extremely gratifying flicker of fear. To his credit, though, he gamely stays the course. He inches closer and sets the sack on the ground, nudging it towards Dream.

“Uh, I’m—it’s good that you talked to me, you know? I can help you out that way. Things here are a little—hah! A little tense.” He laughs, high pitched and sharp. “Sam is—well—you know Sam!”

Dream keeps smiling and waits patiently for Bad’s fit of false chuckles to die. He can feel his heart in his throat.

“Dream, are you…” Bad’s voice peters out. His face falls.

Dream takes pity and lets the smile drop. “You have been helping me,” he says quietly. “You want that page?”

Bad glances over his shoulder. This time, he actually manages a real whisper. “Dream, no, I told you. I just want…”

“What?” Dream presses.

“I want to help,” he says miserably. His lips press together like he’s about to cry.

“Why?” Dream asks.

“Because I—just, because! Everyone’s—and you’re—and Sam—” Bad cuts himself off, and takes several deep breaths. He rubs his face. “Sorry. Sorry, Dream, I’m okay.”

“Well, I’m not,” Dream says simply.

Bad freezes. For once, he has nothing to say to that.

“If you want to help me, you’ll give this to Ranboo,” Dream says. His voice sounds flat and distant in his own ears, like it’s coming out of someone else’s mouth. Mechanically, he produces the scrap of paper he prepared, a simple message folded inside: “:)”

Bad hesitantly reaches out to take the page. His fingers brush Dream’s.

Dream swallows down the abrupt lump in his throat.

“Okay, Dream,” Bad says quietly. “Ranboo? Okay. You got it. You got it, buddy.”

Dream lets his nerveless hand fall back into his lap. He studies it as it lies there, inert, curled.

Bad shuffles away from him, lingers at the bridge. “Hey, uh. Tough times, they… they come and go, right? And you’re a tough guy, so. Hang in there!”

Dream looks up at him. The words are ridiculous, as insulting and farcical as Bad’s smile. But something clenches in his chest anyway.

The piece of him that wants to fall apart as the bridge inches away stays in check. Even as the adrenaline overtakes him again, even as the enormity of the risk starts him shaking in every limb, he remains still and calm.

It’s out of his hands now. He’s done as much as he can. Nothing else to do but wait, and endure, and endure.

#c!dream and c!bad #referenced self-harm #torture. #fic #prison trio #dreblr

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

Part #2

Read part #1 here

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Sometimes both sides are in the wrong.

Warnings: More angst, mentions of substance, gaslighting!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) isn’t one to feel jealous easily.

When she dated a certain boy from her school a few years ago, she wasn’t even phased when she had found him kissing another girl at a party.

She simply didn’t care.

But the aching feeling in her when she saw her current boyfriend sniffing a line on the back of a random girl with the perfect house and the perfect clothes and the-

“(Y/N), do you want to come down to the beach with us?”

(Y/N) finally looks up from her novel in which she wasn’t even reading in the first place. Her mind was somewhere else, and her thoughts weren’t put in the context of the book.

“No. I’m not feeling well.”

JJ sighs, fixing his cap backwards and placing himself beside her. He looks over her lap, reading the first few lines of the book his sister’s reading and sighs. 

“I never read, so I do not understand how this whole novel thing works. But I’m pretty sure reading about getting over a breakup won’t do you any good.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, snapping her book with a shut. The last thing she ever wants is for JJ to lecture her. She had enough bawling her eyes the past 2 weeks. 

“What time are you supposed to go again? Go.”

She’s grateful, of course, for JJ. He was there for her the whole 2 weeks when she didn’t feel like eating or taking a shower or anything that involved getting out of the bed.

But she feels better now, her hair perfectly up in a hairdo and the red color of her cheeks returning.

She’s not sad anymore.

The feeling evolves into anger.

Of course, (Y/N).

You’re nothing but a pogue.

If there’s one thing Obx is famous for, that will be the annual bonfire. It’s an excuse for every teenager on the island to let loose and to free themselves after a year of studying.

For (Y/N), it’s just another party for Rafe to ignore her.

But she’s not coming down to the beach with him a few distance away, hell, she doesn’t even know if he’s coming.

“What the fuck! You told me you’re not coming,” JJ laughs, giving his sister a side hug. “You look good. You don’t look pale anymore.”

“I’m gonna be sick if you keep saying nice things to me,” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though her insides are beaming. JJ has always been her number one supporter, and she loves her brother with all her heart.

“Just don’t go to the other side of the beach, okay? All your friends are here.”

And we’re back to him protecting her.

She gets it, really, but she doesn’t feel like a night full of JJ and his friends becoming some sort of bodyguards to her.

The last thing she ever wants is for Rafe to think she’s still weak.

“J, I know.”

He holds both of his hands up, “I’m just saying. I’m by the fire if you ever need me, okay?”

It’s funny how the boy who cried to her over his scraped knee is the same boy who’s trying his best to protect her. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, all (Y/N) and JJ has is each other. 

(Y/N) walks to the music booth, getting so tired over the same artist being played over and over again. She doesn’t feel like listening to Drake all while trying to forget a certain brunette boy from the back of her head.

“Hey, can I get something different? Play the Euphoria soundtrack if you must. Anything other than the songs you’re playing.”

The DJ looks up to her and gives out the widest grin. (Y/N) tries to look away from the charming smile, but her eyes are glued to a pair of blue ones.

“Not a fan of Drake?”

“Nah.”

“Why? Trying to move on from an ex?”

She gulps, “No. Just have a good taste in music.”

The guy licks his teeth, “Touche. The name’s Nate.”

(Y/N) gives him a small grin, “Hm. Can we change the song now?”

Nate raises a brow because god; no one has ever disregard him. 

There’s something about the girl.

“Is Party In The USA good enough for you, princess?”

Her breath hitches. The last time someone has ever called her princess was probably a few weeks ago. 

This is not helping her to get over him.

“Whatever. You’re the DJ, right?” she answers, turning on her heels. “Oh wait, Nate?”

He smiles at her again, and (Y/N) has the urge to slap the smug look off his face.

“Don’t call me princess. You’re not my boyfriend.”

For the past 40 minutes, no Drake song has been playing. The crowd begins filling the empty space in the middle to dance with each other, and (Y/N) has to look away from the couple getting close and leaving kisses down each other’s necks.

She makes her way down to the drinks counter to get herself a beer because she really doesn’t feel like watching another friend of hers kissing their partners while sober. She decides that if she has to stay for another hour of people making out with each other, it’s better if she’s intoxicated.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) turns her back, expecting to see a drunk friend of hers, but the sight of the same DJ from before greets her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not asking you to change the music.”

“I know, I guess I started off wrong just now. Let me reintroduce myself. You deserve to know the real me.”

(Y/N) laughs, because this whole thing sounds like something out of a corny Netflix movie. He’s cute, sure, but she’s just not interested.

He removes the beanie he’s been wearing all night, revealing a blonde buzz cut underneath. (Y/N) tries not to stare.

Okay. Screw cute. He’s handsome. 

“Hi, I’m Nate. I’m from New York, and I just moved here.”

She smiles, finally, because he fits the exact image she has of every male teenager in New York. Blonde buzz cut, an unbuttoned blue shirt with a peak of his toned body underneath, and a pair of red shorts. 

A new kook.

“Nate, your kind and I don’t match. You’re a kook.”

He scrunches his face, “They’ve been telling me that shit since the first week I’ve been here-” he steps closer, and (Y/N) can smell his expensive cologne. It’s not the same one she favors on Rafe, but it’s close. “-don’t tell me you believe that stuff.”

Oh.

She grins, “I’m not rich, Nate.”

“So?”

Oh.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she smiles, extending her hand. Nate beams, because finally, after a whole night of watching her from his booth, she finally expresses the most beautiful smile there is. 

“(Y/N), I feel like we’re going to get closer soon.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a Drake’s fan either.”

. . .

(Y/N)’s hesitant. 

She doesn’t believe him in one bit, not even when he flashes her the most charming smile ever. 

But he’s not afraid to show her off. She went on a date with him a few nights ago, and she distanced herself from him upon the entrance of the restaurant.

“What the fuck are you doing? C’mere.”

(Y/N) looked up to him, “You don’t have to stay near with me.”

Nate turned to her with a confused expression. “Why? I’m buying you dinner, remember?”

He held her hands in his, and she let him.

Nate pokes her side and suppresses a giggle when she yelps from the sudden touch. He fails, however, when she falls from his bed onto the floor. 

“You’re too ticklish,” he says and helps her up to her feet. Her eyes wander to the band posters on his wall again, being so amazed and surprised by this boy’s taste in music and movies.

“I don’t even listen to half of the bands you listen to,” she says finally, pulling herself down to the empty space beside him. “Do you know who’s Ariana Grande?”

Nate rolls his eyes, “Ha-ha. No. I don’t. Is she the one who sang Despacito or something?”

(Y/N) laughs and her heart suddenly soars. She feels at ease, and there’s lightness in the air, even when they’re in public.

(Y/N) stands up, taking the full room into view again, and walks to the shelf full of pictures of Nate and his family. There’s a picture of him in a soccer jersey, a picture of him playing the drums and then an electric guitar, and-

“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” (Y/N) exclaims, picking up a photo frame with a beautiful brunette girl smiling back at her. “She’s so pretty.”

“(Y/N), put it back,” Nate rolls his eyes, standing up from the comfort of his bed and walking towards her. (Y/N) laughs, liking the way his eyebrows scrunch in distress and hides the photo frame behind her.

“(Y/N). . . I’m not playing.”

“No one is playing, Nate,” she laughs, taking a few steps back as he motions forward. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart back in NYC, Nate.”

“(Y/N), put it back.”

(Y/N) pulls a confused expression, “Put what back?” she brings the frame forward, and expressed a fake sigh. “Oh, this? I was just checking this out-” Nate charges for her and she squeals, running towards the end of his room and watching as he runs in her direction. She panics, looking around for a place to hide, and as her eyes meet his bed, Nate has the same idea in his head.

He pushes her over his bed so she topples over, the frame still in her hands. She yelps, leaving the frame alone and using both of her hands to push his chest away. 

Nate hovers over her, being so close he can smell her sweet scent now, and she looks so good under his yellow lights and in his bed and that goddamn smirk on her face-

“Is she your girlfriend, Nate?”

“None of your concern, princess,” he answers. Her eyes snap down to the cross dangling from his neck, and he can’t do this anymore; not when she looks so pretty under his gaze.

(Y/N) can feel the sudden change in the air now, and the chasing game they’ve been playing suddenly doesn’t look like a chasing game.

He’s like a predator waiting to attack. 

(Y/N)’s eyes look up to him again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

And he connects his lips with her. She gasps from the sudden touch, but after a few seconds, he can feel her kissing him back. 

And for once, she feels okay again. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her and letting his warmth engulfing her.

She feels at peace.

“Rafe,” she whispers, letting the blonde boy trails down to her neck.

Nate pulls away, his lips sore and red after their brief makeout session.

Chest heaving, he steps away. “Rafe?”

(Y/N) sits up, groaning and fixing her hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I don’t mean that, Nate, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

Nate pulls a disgusted face, and it’s the same look Rafe had put in the party a few weeks ago to her and she can feel herself losing again. 

“I’m going out. You can stay here if you want.”

“Nate-”

The door closes behind him, and (Y/N) groans. 

Way to go, (Y/N).

. . .

She hates how bad she feels for Nate.

He has been nothing but a total sweetheart to her, and there she was; moaning another guy’s name and letting him walked out of his own home.

So that’s the core reason as to why she’s standing outside of his house at 10 p.m. on a Friday, letting the heavy rain soaks her whole outfit because of course she would forget to bring an umbrella.

She knocks again, with her fists this time, because she’s certain he hadn’t heard her. For a moment, she’s afraid his father or mother would open the door but after remembering how they’re going to be away for a business trip, she sighs in relief. 

The door opens midway of her banging on the door, revealing a shirtless Nate with nothing but green sweatpants complimenting his legs.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he groans, tugging her arms in and closing the door after her. (Y/N) attacks him in a tight hug, slightly shivering from the cold rain outside, and after a few seconds, Nate hugs her back.

“You’re okay?”

“Can we talk in your room?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

(Y/N) doesn’t let him give any excuse and she pulls him into the living room, but before she can reach the space, he pulls her to a halt.

“Hey, we can’t go there, I’m kinda, um, doing something. What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “Nate, I’m so sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it when I called you someone else’s name and that’s the stupidest thing I ever did but please don’t go, okay? You’re all I have.”

Nate laughs, “God, you’re really worried about that? I get it, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is, really. But tell me one thing, though-” he pulls her arms, and pins her against the wall. (Y/N) smiles, staring into his blue orbs. “Is this Rafe more handsome than me?”

“Hey man, we really can’t wait-” a voice starts from the direction of the living room, and before (Y/N) can move away, the voice rings again. “Ah. Of course.”

Oh my god.

She misses him too much. His hair is messier than ever, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. (Y/N) wonders how many lines he did, but judging from the distant look in his eyes, she’s guessing a lot.

“Rafe,” she whispers, getting closer to the boy she missed and letting his smell engulf her. 

“Rafe?” Nate quirks a brow because this isn’t making any sense. Why would she called his friend the name-

Of course.

Rafael is Rafe.

So this is the guy.

His childhood friend is ‘the Rafe’ of the girl he’s starting to fall for.

After so many hours of trying to find the Rafe she accidentally called him, he hadn’t thought of his own childhood friend to be the guy all along.

Growing up, he have been told to call him Rafael up until the day he moved to New York. 

He can’t believe it.

“Rafe,” she calls again, this time following Rafe out to the living room. “Rafe, listen to me.”

“You moved on too fast.”

“I haven’t moved on, Rafe, fuck, I swear I haven’t,” she expresses. “Please. Listen to me.”

“You were mad at me for doing a line from some bitch’s back and you’re, you’re o-out here, under my own fucking friend’s arms and- did y’all fucked?”

“What?” she gasps, “God, Rafe, no. No. I will never fuck anyone other than you.”

“Yeah?” Rafe raises a brow and lets out a shrill laugh. “God, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

“You can, Rafe,” she steps forward, trying to reach his face with her cold fingers. The anger she felt before suddenly dissipates into the thin air because god, she did not realize how much she has been missing this boy more than anything in the world.

Her everything.

Rafe flinches away, “Stop. Do you know how miserable I am the past few weeks without you?”

“Don’t turn this on me now, Rafe.” “And you’re out here with fucking Nate Hamilton. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Rafe, it’s not like that,” Nate suddenly steps in, and (Y/N) gives him a warning look not to say anything more. He ignores her, “Are we not going to talk about how you disregard her just because of her status on this fucking island?”

“God, always with your equality shit,” Rafe groans. “You guys deserve each other. I can’t believe you will ever do this to me, Nate.”

What hurt Rafe more isn’t the fact that she was all pinned under his arms, but it was because Nate knew about their relationship. Rafe had told him everything about her ever since they first started dating, and he hadn’t just lost her tonight.

He lost his childhood friend too.

“I’m leaving,” he says, rubbing his nose and sniffing. Rafe isn’t sure how many lines he has done, but his mind is getting lighter and lighter and the lights are turning blurry. 

He can’t stand being in the same room as them. He will fucking drive if he has to.

(Y/N) bites her lips, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears. So they know each other? Why won’t Rafe ever tell her about him? Is this still her fault? She wasn’t even cheating on him. They’re not together.

Right?

Are they together?

“Hey, you’re okay?”

(Y/N) pulls her hands away, stepping away from the blonde boy and walking towards the exit. She has to leave this house as soon as possible. The once comforting bright color of the wall seems so dull and suffocating now, and she longs for the familiar blue paint of Rafe’s room.

She wants Rafe. 

No one else.

Just him.

“Just me?” Rafe smiled. “Hey, hey, I got a surprise for you.”

“Rafe, I hate surprises,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back against the headrest. “You bought me a dress before!”

“Look-” he smiled, showing her a gold ring in a small velvet box. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god, it looks like yours!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clutching his hand with the ring and comparing the color. 

“Of course it’s the same ring. You’re my wife, I’m not going to buy you a different kind.”

“Wife?”

“What? Am I not your husband?”

(Y/N) wishes for nothing but Rafe. 

She presses on his contact again, turning her phone downside and moving the speaker nearer to her lips.

“Rafe, please call me back. I miss you, and we can fix this, okay? I didn’t know about Nate and I was so, so stupid. I can never replace you, Rafe. You’re mine, remember? Please. Call me back. I miss you.”

She sighs, setting her phone down on her lap and watches as the rain patters down her front windscreen heavily.

Love is a hell of a drug.

-

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My Only Girl

Summary: request! Reader has to decide between keeping her secret and saving the man she loves. In the end, it's not a hard choice.

Warnings: violence/blood

Word count: 3370

a/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! I put a screen shot of the request at the end just because I didn’t want to give away the whole story :)

You never would have guessed that today would change everything. It started the same as any other Thursday. 

You were seated at your desk right outside of Tony’s main office working on his schedule for two weeks from now. Your music was playing softly through your earbuds causing you to bob your head as you read email after email. 

Suddenly, a Starbucks cup appeared in front of your face, a metal hand wrapped around the cup. 

You swiftly pulled the earbuds from your ears, turning in your chair to greet Bucky with a hug. 

“Hi.” You whispered into his chest during your hug. “You are truly a gift.” You smiled, taking the cup with your go to order. You press a quick kiss to his lips only to be pulled back in for a deeper kiss by Bucky. 

“Y/N, do you know when my next press conference is?” Tony asked, walking out of his office while still looking down at his tablet. 

Bucky let you pull back from him just far enough to answer Tony. “Next Thursday. You wanted to announce the new post-mission protocol for ‘Damage Control’.” You chuckled at the title, knowing Pepper was still trying to talk him into changing it. 

“Right! Thank you.” He finally looks up, taking in the sight of you in Bucky’s arms. “Barnes! Let her work.” He nearly whined, playing up the annoyance. 

“I will.” Tony leveled him with a pointed glare, looking between you and your computer. “I will! I just wanted to say good morning to my best girl.”

You scrunched your nose at the term of endearment, leaning farther back from Bucky to look in his eyes.

“You don’t like being my best girl?” He sounded genuinely concerned, earning a small chuckle from you. 

“I like being your only girl. Best implies that there are others, and though I would love to be the best of them, I don’t want there to be others.” You nodded your head resolutely, taking on a serious expression. 

“Please, you’ve had this man wrapped around your finger from the second he saw you.” Tony scoffed. 

“He’s right, doll. And you are my only girl. I love you.” Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips, letting you remove yourself from his arms to continue working. 

“I love you too. See you for lunch?” He nodded as he walked backwards to the elevator, keeping his eyes on yours until the doors closed.

“Wrapped around your finger, I swear.” Tony laughed when you glared at him, retreating back into his office to make some phone calls. 

-

Sometimes it’s really easy to pinpoint the exact moment everything went to shit. This was one of those times. 

22 minutes before you were due to meet Bucky for lunch, the red emergency lights started flashing with an accompanying alarm blaring in your ears. 

Friday announced “The compound is under attack, enacting lockdown protocol.”

“Shit.” Lockdown meant you needed to use specific codes to get into or out of any room. It definitely makes your life harder. 

Tony left to meet Pepper 15 minutes ago, so to your knowledge you were the only one on this floor. 

Glancing up and down the hall to double check, you swiftly enter Tony’s office, pulling up the security footage to see who you’re dealing with. Three different sides of the compound are surrounded by mercenaries clad in black fighting gear. 

You watch the screens, contemplating the best course of action to subtly help when one of the mercenaries pulls out a missile launcher. He aims it quickly, firing into the side of the building. 

You feel the walls shake as you watch part of the wall collapse, giving them an opening to enter the compound through. 

“Shit.” You run from Tony’s office, heading for the action without another thought even though this is definitely the biggest problem you’ve ever helped them with. 

You phase through the walls, doing your best to make sure nobody will see you when you come out on the other side of the wall. If all goes well, you’ll be back at your desk before anyone even notices you were gone. 

Your powers are a secret, even from the team. The powers that be, meaning your boss, don’t want the Avengers knowing they have an Angel on their side. It took you enough negotiating to get yourself assigned to this “project”, you were willing to do it without telling anyone that you are a angel. 

You basically had to beg your boss to let the Avengers be the people you watched over. Typically, angels are assigned to help those who can’t help themselves. Your logic for this assignment was that keeping the Avengers safe would, in turn, protect millions of other people. 

The one stipulation you faced when finally being assigned the the Avengers, was that you couldn’t tell them what you are.

At first, You had no problem keeping the secret. Being Tony’s assistant hardly meant spending ample time with everyone. You didn’t need to befriend them to keep them safe. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

Overtime, Tony broke down your walls. He convinced you to go to one of his galas, ultimately starting your demise. One look at Bucky had your heart soaring. Not telling him the truth has been eating away at you ever since he first asked you to get dinner with him. 

You pushed your guilt to the back of your mind, refocusing on getting closer to the attackers so you could figure out what to do. 

Typically, you use your powers to slightly change the path of bullets or hold off a bomb for a few extra seconds. It gives the team enough time to escape, not necessary unscathed, but with recoverable injuries. Plus, it keeps your powers hidden. 

It’s hard enough to hack into the video feed from various super suits without alerting anyone, you were definitely concerned about how to keep your powers hidden while using them so close to everyone. 

You skid to a stop just around the corner, listening as two of the mercenaries instruct the others. 

“Split up. You know who we’re looking for. If you find him, report in. First priority is getting out of here with him alive. All else fails, kill him.”

Immediately, you’re mind jumped to Bucky. Of course, Hydra scrum could be looking for anyone to use as a weapon, but Bucky made the most sense. When would they finally realize they can’t control him anymore?

You used your powers to confuse the men, making it look like whatever blueprints they studied were outdated. It would hopefully give everyone else enough time to get here and fight them off. 

You hid in a closet when you heard people approaching from behind you. 

“Sam, find Wanda and get to the east side. Nat and I will handle these guys.” 

You relaxed at the sound of Steve’s voice, waiting for the group to disperse before sliding out of the closet.

You ran back through the compound, heading for the lab. It was the closest place for you to retreat to in order to look through the security cameras again. 

“Friday, give me a rundown of what’s happening please.” You looked between the screens, intently listening to the AI’s voice. 

“The east side is being secured by Ms. Maximoff and Mr. Wilson. Based on projected outcomes, they will have everything under control in 7 minutes. Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanoff are fighting on the south side, near the blast sight. They will have the area secure in 6 minutes.”

You nodded, following along as you looked between the cameras. 

“The west side is secure. Mr. Stark and Mr. Barton have cleared the area and are holding off any additional attacks.”

“Good. Where’s Bucky?” You looked between the cameras, but couldn’t find him. 

“Sergeant Barnes is on the roof, engaged in hand to hand.”

“What the hell is he doing on the roof?” You panicked, clicking between camera angles until you could see him. 

There were ten Hydra agents on the roof, surrounding Bucky as he did his best to fight them off. 

“How did he get singled out so fast?” You mumbled to yourself, trying to think of a plan. They had Bucky backed up to the edge of the roof, slowly pushing him further and further. 

You could see what was about to happen nearly in slow motion. You acted quickly, not thinking about keeping your secret, but rather solely focused on helping Bucky. 

You broke through the window in the lab, wings appearing on your back as you flew to him. Just as you arrived, one of the agents shot him three times, propelling him backwards off the roof. Sending a shockwave over the roof, you knocked out the remaining agents as you dove, hurtling through the air to catch Bucky before he hit the ground. 

You grabbed him around the waist, lugging his body through the air with some difficulty. It wasn’t the most convenient position, plus you were slightly rusty from hiding your wings for so long. 

“Doll?” Bucky questioned, glancing at you through fluttering eyelids. “I knew you were my angel.” He whispered before his eyes fell closed, the blood loss getting to him. 

You swung around the building, re-entering through the broken lab window and laying Bucky on the lab bench. 

“Lifting lockdown protocol.” Friday announced, the noise barely registering in your ears. 

“Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers is requesting a check in from everyone on the team, would you like me to update him on yours and the Sergeant’s situation.” Friday asked. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” You muttered, not really paying attention to the question as you did your best to slow the bleeding. You haven’t tried healing anyone in years, so it was taking more effort than it should for you to fix this. 

You closed your eyes, hands hovering over Bucky’s body. Your wings were still present, although no longer fully extended. 

You channelled everything you could into healing Bucky’s wounds, drowning out any outside interference. Your hands began to glow, a warm golden light surrounding Bucky’s body as his bullet wounds healed. 

A few minutes passed as his wounds fully healed. You nearly collapsed from the relief of seeing him no longer bleeding out. His color was returning to normal, heartbeat speeding back up. 

“Y/N?” You jumped at the noise, turning around to see nearly the entire team staring at you. 

Your eyes went wide, hand still clutching Bucky’s as you stuttered in an attempt to come up with an explanation. 

“You have wings.” Wanda pointed out the obvious, everyone still wearing matching expressions of shock. 

You looked over your shoulder, nearly surprised by their presence on your back yourself. You had been so focused on healing Bucky, you forgot to hide them again. 

“Your hands were glowing.” Sam’s brow furrowed, looking between you and Bucky. 

You nodded, still unsure of what to say. 

Suddenly Steve barged into the room, unaware of the tension. He ran right for Bucky, yelling for someone to get a medic. 

“Why are you all just standing there? Friday said he was shot! Three times! Get a medic!” He looked at everyone in a panic before turning to look for wounds on Bucky. 

His brow furrowed as he tried to find any of the bullet wounds. “Wha- Where are the bullet wounds... He’s covered in blood, but not bleeding? Even we can’t heal that fast, what’s going on?” Steve turns back to the team, mouth slightly agape. 

They all point to you. 

Slowly, Steve turns finally noticing your presence. “Y/N?” He looks between the team and you again, a double take so fast it would have been funny if not for the situation. 

“You have wings?” He says it with much more confusion than Wanda’s point blank statement. 

You nod, voice still eluding you. You finally manage to get the wings to disappear. 

“Care to explain...” Tony asks, pointing to where your wings just were, your hands, and Bucky, “All of that?” 

Before you can reply, Bucky jolts awake with a groan. 

“What the hell?” He looks around the lab, taking everyone’s confused faces. Even Nat looks surprised. “How did I get here?” He rubs his abdomen, slightly sore from the bullets. 

Everyone shakes their heads, looking to you for answers. 

“Y/N?” He turns to you, hand squeezing yours slightly. “You were an angel. I thought I was dying...” He trailed off, trying to makes sense of everything in his head. 

“An angel?” Steve balks. Everyone else nods, various expressions of understanding on their faces. 

“I mean, that makes sense.” Nat chimes in, ready to accept it. “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that ever happened.”

“What?” Bucky asks, sitting up on the counter. “She’s not actually an angel. I just saw that as my... I don’t know, dying wish?” His face scrunched in confusion, trying to make sense of what he saw. 

“Well, I’m not dying and I saw the wings. And the glowing hands.” Clint speaks up, turning all eyes back to you. 

A voice in your head is suddenly booming. Your hands fly up to the sides of your head, trying to dull the ache of the screaming voice in your mind.

“Y/N L/N, you have broken the only rule bestowed upon you. According to contract 71, you are no longer permitted to enter the Angel Realm. Any attempts to return here will result in termination of your capabilities. Misuse of your capabilities on Earth or any other planet will result in termination of your capabilities.” Your boss’s voice was instantly recognizable. 

You didn’t notice the team crowding around you while you doubled over in pain, rubbing your temples as the message repeated. 

“Ugh, why did you have to say it twice?” You suddenly stared up at the sky, annoyed with the whole system. 

“Um, who said what twice?” Banner finally entered the lab, having been avoiding any anger inducing scenarios. 

Before anyone could jump in with what little knowledge they had, you started talking. 

“My Boss.” You winced, looking at Tony as he raised a brow. “My other boss... well, I guess not anymore. My former other boss.”

“Which is...” Tony gestured for you to continue. 

“Maybe you should all sit down, this could take a while...” 

Everyone followed as you lead them to the kitchen and living room. 

“Okay, I’ll just jump into I guess.” You took a deep breath, looking around the room at everyone’s curious and slightly impatient expressions. 

“I’m an angel.” You nodded, trying to reassure yourself that it was okay to say out loud. 

“Yeah, and? We figured that one out fifteen minutes ago.” Tony huffed, wanting more information. 

“Four years ago, I found out about the Avengers.” You looked at all of them, nervous for their reactions. “Angels are supposed to protect those who can’t help themselves, but I wanted to protect you all.”

“Why?” Steve asked, eying you curiously. 

“Would you all stop interrupting and let her explain!” Wanda whisper yelled, gesturing for you to continue. 

“It’s a valid question. Um, I guess I just thought you all put your lives on the line to help everyone else and I wanted to do what I could to help you. I convinced my former boss to let me come here. I told her protecting you guys would protect all the people you were bound to save, and that’s a lot of people.”

Everyone nodded, seemingly taking in the information. 

“I wanted to tell you. I really did, but it was my only rule. I wasn’t allowed to.” You nervously wrung your hands together, biting your lip as everyone took in the information. 

“That’s why it’s former boss?” Nat questioned. 

“Yes. She fired me?” It was a question to your own ears. “I’ve never heard of an angel being fired before. That kinda sucks.” Everyone chuckled at that. 

“And that was why you doubled over in pain in the lab?” Bucky questioned, concern in his voice. 

You nodded. “Yeah, she has a habit of yelling in my head. And she always says everything twice.” You glared at the ceiling again, knowing she had probably moved on from you already. 

“You’re not mad?” You looked back at Bucky, practically forgetting about everyone else in the room. 

“You caught me after I was shot off of a building and then healed my three bullet wounds. I think you’ve made up for the secret.” Bucky smiled, pulling you into his lap for a hug. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

You nearly burst into tears at the relief you were feeling. “Oh thank God.” You squeezed him as tight as you thought he could handle, needing to feel him close to your for a second. 

You then turned to face the rest of the team, giving them an equally nervous look. “Are you guys mad?”

“Well, I didn’t get any magic healing.” Sam huffed, a smile on his face. 

“Nobody flew me around the compound.” Tony added on. 

“But, you can fly?” You gave him a confused expression. 

“Dammit” Tony muttered, thinking on his feet. “Tell you what, tell me what else you can do and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal... Maybe we can meet back here in half an hour?” You looked at their bruised and bloody bodies. “You all look like you could use a shower, and I for one would love to get this blood off me.” You gestured to the blood covering your jeans and shirt.

-

A half hour later, you were back in the living room. Tony ordered pizza, everyone crowding around the coffee tables and couches. 

“Alright. Get to it!” Tony called out, excitement clear in his voice. 

You stood up, turning to face the crowd. “Well, you know about the wings.” Your wings extended from your back with a woosh, spreading out before settling in a resting position. 

You heard various mutterings as everyone took in your wings in their full glory. You then floated slightly above the floor, wings gently flapping to keep you suspended. 

“How’s it feel birdman, her wings are part of her.” Bucky jested at Sam, a proud smile on his face.

“Yeah, well mine are bulletproof.” Sam sneered, a smile on his face. 

“Actually,” you winced, “Mine can be bulletproof. Basically, I can do whatever I want, but only for short periods of time. Like if someone surprise shot me, it would hurt. But if I was prepared, it would bounce off.”

“Wow.” Steve looked at you, a mixture of surprise and wonder in his eyes. 

“Um, I can also walk through walls, create shockwaves, move things with my mind, hack into any computer- although it takes some actual knowledge to not leave a trail... I mean, I’m pretty strong, but I don’t have much training for fighting hand to hand or anything. Oh, and mind manipulation? Not like mind control or anything, that is definitely frowned upon. Just... like earlier I made the Hydra agents forget the blueprints so they wouldn’t be able to get around the compound as quickly.” 

Everyone jumped in with questions. You answered every single one, talking well into the night. You did your best to give examples of your powers, like moving the rubble around to fix the giant hole in the south side of the compound. 

After a few hours, Bucky cut in. “Guys, she’ll still be here tomorrow. Wait, you will still be here, right?” He looked at you in a panic.

“Yes, unless you all want me gone, I’m here to stay.” You smile at them. 

“Good. Now as I was saying, she’ll be here tomorrow. Ask her the rest of your questions then. Hell, make a list if you want. Just let me take my best girl to bed.” Bucky pulled you up from the couch, leading you out of the room. 

“Goodnight!” You called back to the team before turning to Bucky. “What did I say about being your best girl?” You playfully hit his side. 

He pulled you into his arms, hugging you while you waited for the elevator. “I’m sorry. My only girl.”

“That’s better.”

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