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sibillascribbles08 · 1 year

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A while back my first ever post for rottmnt was about how Donnie died in the bad future so now what if I wrote about how Raph died

Some quick notes for context:

I hc Casey Jr. as trans. His given name was Arum (after the toxic flowers yes) so he’s still referred to as such during this. I hc Raph as??? definitely not cis and Cassandra often uses she/her pronouns for Raph while Donnie often uses he/him

Added commentary in my tags if u want it uuuuu okay have fun????

Donatello could accept dying.

He’d come to terms with that ages ago, not long after they got thrown into this war. Despite all the measures he took for safety, defenses, he always kept it in the back of his mind that any number of things could kill him and that would just be that.

He couldn’t, however, accept that Cassandra and and his niece would die with him.

What a mess and a disaster. All it took was one Kraang hound following a squad to this base for the army to show up. They had an alert, at least, a heads up. Most everyone escaped.

But two year old Arum was harder to find. Donatello and Raph both stayed behind with Cassandra to find her, where she’d tucked herself away, while Leo and Mikey took care of setting up their backup base.

Donatello wouldn’t admit half his motive for staying was to, potentially, set off the self destruct sequence to put a dent in their numbers.

But so much for that. Cassandra’s leg got injured. She was against the wall behind Donatello, holding Arum in her arms.

And Donatello couldn’t move. He just stood there, staff out, his magic tech projecting a shield into the open hallway to stop the enemies from getting in. By now there were so many of them, too many. Kraang hounds, corrupted humans, and other flesh like monsters all pressed against the shield, adding to the pressure.

Donatello knew it wouldn’t hold forever. Knew if he tried to do anything else the shield would fail and they’d be overrun in seconds. How was he supposed to get them out of this?

Where was Raph? Already gone? That thought put a vice grip on his throat, almost squeezing out a sob.

Donatello wanted his big brother.

He didn’t know what to do.

The room shook. A sharp crack came from above. Donatello turned his gaze to see the concrete giving way. No no no. Were they going to bust in from there too? Donatello didn’t have time to make another shield.

Another crack. A huge slab fell from above. Dust exploded into the room but Donatello refused to drop his shield. Not yet. Not yet.

“Cass.” Raph’s voice rang out through the room. “Donnie!”

Donatello watched his big brother first run to check on his wife and daughter. His breath shook when he exhaled, so relieved to see him, but he kept his concentration on his magic as the kraang tried to put another dent in the shield.

“Cass, are you okay?” Raph spoke from behind.

“Fine. Had worse. Take Arum and get out of here.”

“You’re both getting out of here.” Raph insisted. “Donnie--”

“Take them and run.” Donatello interrupted. “I’ll keep buying you some time.”

“I’m not leaving you here either, Donnie.”

“You don’t have a choice.” He snapped. “The second I drop this shield we don’t have time to escape.”

He waited for some final words, or another argument. Instead there were some quiet whispers from Raph, probably speaking to Cassandra, then the sound of a gentle kiss.

Donatello glanced back at the shifting of rubble, seeing Raph approaching him.

“We have to get you out of here, Donnie.”

He glared at his big brother. “No you don’t. If you try then none of us are getting out. Just--”

“You have to get out of here.” Raph insisted. “Without you, your tech, the resistance is dead in the water. We need you, Donnie.”

“You will figure something else out.”

“No.” Raph hardened his tone. “There has to be a way out of this.” He glanced at the shield, at the wall of monsters just behind it. “Think you can make that thing just a bit smaller?”

“What do you mean?”

“Small enough to fit down the hall. Then I can punch it, send all of them back. At least long enough to give us a chance to run, right?”

That seemed stupid, insane. “Raph, it would insure your family’s survival far more if you just--”

“Donnie, trust me.” Raph held his shoulder. “We’ll get you out of this.”

Donatello didn’t want to listen. Why couldn’t Raph just take Cassandra and run?

“Fine.” He sighed. “Get ready.”

Raph’s ninpo already flashed around his fists, light trailing up his arms. It glowed bright, hot, like it often did these days when he wanted to increase the impact of his strikes.

Just as his big brother rushed toward the shield, Donatello let it shrink down. Pink tentacles and teeth tried to worm their way through the gaps, but a second later Raph hit the shield.

The impact sounded like an explosion. The entire thing rocketed down the hall, taking the monsters with them. The edges of it shredded some of them, smearing flesh and blood along the walls. Donatello held back the bile in his throat as he finally released his magic.

“Go help Cass up.” Raph told him, keeping an eye on the hallway where some of the creatures were already screaming as they approached once again.

Donatello rushed over to Cassandra. He hoped to see her relieved, or at least angry at this whole ordeal.

Instead she looked horrified.

“Donatello.” She shouted at him. “You idiot.”

What? What was she talking about? He followed her gaze, back over to Raph.

The devices seemed to fly toward him in slow motion. Two of his escape pods, the things he hadn’t brought with him because he’d given them to all the other people on base.

As soon as they got close enough they sprung open. Metal clicked as it shifted into place. The belts shot out, grabbing their target. One snatched Cassandra and Arum off the ground while the other aimed for Donatello.

He tried to weave out of the way, run around it toward his brother who had his back to him. But it wasn’t enough. The devices were meant to chase their target, on the off chance they got snatched by an enemy during launch.

He almost got close enough to grab Raph’s shoulder when the belts snapped around his chest. It jerked him backwards, into their.

“Raph!” He screamed. “Raph, what did you do?”

“Sorry.” Raphael finally looked at him, smiling, in spite of the onslaught of kraang reemerging from the hall. “Take care of them for me, okay D?”

“No.” Donatello screamed as the cover snapped down. He tried to pry the belt off, release the hatch, but it was too late for that. “No. Raph? Raph!”

The pod launched into the air, out of the hole Raph created earlier. Had he planned all this from the start?

Donatello kept staring at the old base, praying that Raph would somehow find another way out of it.

He could see the shock wave hit the ground before red light emerged from the ground. It twisted into the shape of his big brother, a bigger construct than he ever created before, almost glowing as bright as the sun.

It aimed a punch down, and as soon as the fist collided with the ground everything exploded.

Donatello flinched when the shock wave from that hit the escape pod. Thankfully it stayed intact, and on course. He tried to look back at the base but by now it was nothing more than a crater and a pillar of dust and flames.

“Ra... Raph...” He barely got the word out. Shock settled into his systems, rendering him silent as the base got farther and farther away.

As Raph got farther and farther away.

Donatello failed to hold back his sob this time.

He wanted his big brother.

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #this is far more detailed than the last one partially just how I wanted to show everything #anyway no way raph didn't die protecting someone #and also if Donnie did attempt to build an android after his brother I like to think it had to do with guilt #the ending thing was my idea that mikey isn't actually the only one who can surge his mystic powers #but doing so alone is like #obvs fatal #if you're wondering what Raph whispered to Cass it was just a sort of 'glad to see you're both okay #sort of thing #she didn't realize what he was doing until Donnie headed over to her #oh did I want this to parallel what happens in the movie too?#yah lol

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bohemian-nights · 1 year

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It’s king of funny because the show basically foreshadowed how D would act with R with his marriage to Laena(but ofc the stans were happy gloating how D didn’t love Laena and hooked up with and married R because she was his soulmate🙄)Both are free spirited Valyrian/Targaryen riders who were attracted to D being all rogue prince,etc while he used and groomed both of them as teenagers which lead to later enabling his behaviour unfortunately. For over a decade Laena put up with his behaviour towards her as well as favouring one of their daughters over the other probably because initially life with him was exciting (until he became depressed)but the min she started confronting him over his BS he started getting angry and defensive and we only see him calming down when L basically tells him she misses the man she married.With R she didn’t care to learn about his life or his mental state for that matter and also wanted him to be his older self enabling his worst self both in ep.5 and 7. It’s a very fucked up situation where he groomed these girls and then later on want him to be the person he’s trying not to be? Another example of how incest and grooming screws over the Targs. If D knew how to have a healthy relationship with s non Targ that also doesn’t consist of manipulation and grooming he might have become a different person.

Yeah Daemon is protrayed as a severely emotionally damaged/ stunted man who does not know what a healthy relationship is to save his life.

Being a second son in addition to the Targs taking incest to the extreme seemed to have really screwed him up. He feels like he doesn’t really belong (he says this at least twice in the show in reference to house Targaryen, but you can tell that he really means himself) or have a place anywhere.

If he had been born a girl he would have married Viserys and that would have been that, but he wasn’t so he’s gotta forge his own path. As a result he’s obsessed with being worthy in his brothers eyes, the person he could have had in another life, but he’s stuck in this life so 🤷🏽‍♀️

None of Daemon’s marriages have been truly loving on the show. I don’t think any of the women he’s been with “understand him” before it’s too late. On the surface(especially to young impressionable girls like L and R) he appears to be this exciting man who is worldly, but inside he’s little “unloved” boy with emotional issues.

They got swept up in the fantasy and did not pull back the curtain to see what’s underneath which isn’t exactly pretty🫠 By the time they realize things they are pretty much stuck with him(lol unless they want to break out the divorce 🪨)

A leopard does not change its spots. People for the most part do not change no matter how much you want them to. You kinda just have to accept them as they are 🤷🏽‍♀️ They have to want to change for themselves.

If Daemon was not so obsessed with being a Valyrian supremacist in his youth/proving himself he would have been much better off, but there is still hope for him in the future (cough cough Nettles) that he can grow and become a healthier person

#daemon has a lot of issues #I still love him though #and I want nettles to help him see himself #hotd #hotd spoilers #daemon targaryen #answered #ask #house of the dragon #laena velaryon #anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd ask #bnhotdasks #bnhotdask #bnasks #bnask

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yandereocs · 2 years

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* THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT OH MY GOD

* Also I lost the ask because I accidentally posted this ask while I was in the middle of writing it. I meant to save to draft but I forgot to change the setting T_T

* (Also this is my third time writing this because the first time, Tumblr kicked me out before I could save and then the second time was the one where I accidentally posted to early. I'm going to cry)

Yandere Andrew with a personal knight darling

* Andrew is trained in self-defense and combat. He can defend himself if he has to. I imagine if he was assigned his own personal knight, it was because he came too close to death and it scared the Queen.

* It's awkward at first. Andrew isn't used to having help, let alone someone to protect him. And then there's you.

* You were ordered to do ANYTHING for Andrew, even give up your own life if necessary. And yet he rarely ever asks for help. He KNOWS that you'll do anything for him, but he doesn't seem to actually WANT help.

* Most of your job is just following him around quietly, honestly. Andrew doesn't exactly talk much. So how did he fall for you? This can go two ways, depending on your personality.

* If you don't initiate conversation because it's awkward for you or you're just shy or whatever other reason, he'll be grateful. Andrew prefers to stay silent and do his job as quickly as possible so he can complete his many other tasks. Not many people get that. But you do. It makes him feel understood.

* But let's say that you DO start a conversation with him because you want to know the guy you're working for or you're just extroverted or whatever other reason. Andrew doesn't really mind. People talk to him all the time, he can deal with it. But usually people just talk to him to get secrets from him or they want a favor. But you? You're asking about HIM. You want to KNOW him. It makes him feel seen.

* Either way, Andrew starts to catch feelings. You make him feel like a real person and not just some tool. And after the initial awkwardness passes, Andrew loves how you protect him. How you would do anything for him.

* Until he realizes that it's literally part of your job. Andrew is distressed. Not by much, but his demeanor definitely changes. And there's no way you wouldn't notice his change in behavior. You'll probably ask what's wrong, but all that does is make Andrew fall for you more.

* At first, Andrew tries to rationalize his feelings. Make them go away. He started to love you because of you devotion to him. But you aren't devoted to him out of love, but simply because you're paid to. He needs to find a way to stop loving you.

* Or, find a DIFFERENT reason to love you.

* Andrew starts taking notice about everything about you. He'll even start asking you questions under the guise of wanting to know his personal knight better. He'll find something else to latch onto as a reason for his affection.

* And he does. And once he finds this new reason, he'll start to court you. Things are pretty much the same here as it would be if you were just any other person. The only difference is the intensity of his affection.

* Andrew normally wouldn't want to overwhelm you. He'll keep his affections small and he'll try to give you as much space as he's comfortable with.

* But things are different here.

* Even though he knows that it's your job, he still can't get over how you're willing to do anything for him. Andrew hasn't felt this kind of devotion EVER. He doesn't want it to go away.

* And that makes him suffocating.

* He still tries to give you space to yourself and respect your boundaries, but he'll check up on you more than necessary. If you're doing something else, he's standing from a distance and watching. He constantly gives you gifts, even if you don't want or need anything.

* Regular Yandere Andrew wouldn't be all extra like that. Even with an accepting darling, he tries to keep the intensity low, but this Yandere Andrew truly feels cared for.

* And he is not about to lose that.

#Andrew #yandere #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere headcanons

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notsuchasecret · 2 years

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TRICKSIE AND TREATSIE: Nagisa and Daichi

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus!

Daichi’s smile when Nagisa pushed through the door and out of the thin, cold autumn rain was enough to warm him nearly to the core. As for whatever his smile didn’t manage to get, the pumpkin soup he ordered as soon as he sat at the counter would take care of that handily.

“I was almost beginning to think you wouldn’t make it before my shift ended,” Daichi said with a pout he couldn’t quite keep up around a laugh when he turned to see Nagisa’s expression. “Here,” he said, handing over a glass of cherry soda.

“I didn’t order that,” Nagisa pointed out, but that didn’t stop him from dropping a straw into the soda and taking a long pull.

“No, I know,” Daichi said. “On the house today.”

“Thank you, Dai-chan,” Nagisa said with a smile of his own. Daichi looked away, but it wasn’t enough to hide the way the tips of his ears pinkened.

“Ah!” Daichi said as the cook - Kindaichi today, guessing by the height and the hair - set Nagisa’s bowl of soup at the pick up window. Nagisa grinned in thanks and Kindaichi turned quickly away. Daichi took the soup with a puzzled frown on his face, but it faded into soft and golden happiness when he turned back to place the bowl in front of Nagisa. “You look better,” he said.

“How so?” Nagisa asked. He took a spoonful of the soup and hummed in pleasure.

“You’ve been more fidgety than usual the last few times you’ve come in,” Daichi explained. “Quieter, too. I’m glad you were able to find some stress relief. You clearly needed it.”

“Hmm, I could probably use some more, if you know what I mean,” Nagisa said, leaning closer and batting his eyelashes, dancing along the tightrope that separated flirtatious from playful and absurd. Daichi giggled, a beautiful sound that had Nagisa chuckling along.

“Down, Nagisa,” Daichi laughed, but there was still a warmth to his cheeks. He looked down at his hands, which fidgeted with the front of his apron in what Nagisa would call a nervous gesture if he didn’t know better. But then, amazingly, Daichi bit his lower lip and Nagisa realized he actually was nervous.

“Dai-chan?” Nagisa asked. Daichi glanced up at him, but his eyes skittered away. “Hey, it’s just me,” Nagisa said. “You know you can trust me.”

“I know,” Daichi said, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. Then, with a deep breath as though to steel his nerves, he said, “I’m off in about an hour and a half.”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah. If you wanted to, I dunno. Go somewhere. Find some… stress relief.” Daichi looked up at Nagisa then, eyes big and terrified but not in the way terrified eyes usually looked at Nagisa. An hour and a half… That gave Nagisa time to shower, to make sure he had gotten every speck of blood off of him, including the bits that were covered by his clothes right now. Enough time to make sure there was no scent of dark alleyways, no evidence of the scratches from an attempt at self-defense, none of the dirt under his fingernails from the scuffle. Enough time to make sure the adrenaline high from the afternoon had calmed and transmuted itself into a new adrenaline, one just as sweet but certainly more innocent. Nagisa worked on his bowl of soup as he considered how best to answer.

“Want me to pick you up here?” Nagisa asked with a smile that must have relieved something in Daichi, for he nodded and cracked his own smile.

“That would be great,” he said. “Your soup is on the house, by the way.”

“Thank you, Dai-chan. I’ll see you in a bit.” He stood and, with one last dopey smile at the gorgeous man behind the counter, started turning to go.

“Oh, by the way.” Daichi leaned a little closer so Kindaichi in the kitchen and the old woman at the other end of the counter didn’t hear. “I don’t know if you’d notice it or not but there’s a bit of blood you missed, on the back of your left pant leg.”

Affection, warm and bright and electric, shot through Nagisa’s veins. “Thank you,” Nagisa said, shaking his head in wonder. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Daichi said, smiling so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes. Nagisa forced himself to turn and leave. He had to make sure there were no traces left on him, either his body or his mind, so that he could give Daichi the first date he deserved.

Practically skipping down the street, he grinned to himself as he considered where exactly he would take Daichi, and what they could do. There was a world of possibility, after all, as varied as their imaginations.

#hq #Free!#Haikyuu!!#DaiNagi #Wordly Stuff #JT1M #JT1M Ficlets #Trick or Treat #Papa Crow #Demonic Ray of Sunshine #LMAO and she says and and she shall receive #Also here you go Catt here's the revenge I promised you though it's once more not as spooky as I had intended #anywho #the prompt for this one was 'ordering pumpkin soup at a diner'

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charley-and-the-swap-machine · 2 years

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CATSM: RE-INK'D (Chapter 3: Part 3)

yea

The Voice Of Susie Campbell

Everything feels like it's coming apart.

When I walked into the recording booth today, Sammy was there with that... Allison.

Apparently, I didn't get the memo.

Edgar will now be voiced by Miss Allison Pendle.

A part of me died when he said that.

There's got to be a way to fix this!

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Stumbling up from the floor, Henry avoided the shards of glass on the ground as he left the room.

Well, now I know that Edgar's still out there, and he seems to be somewhat sane. Barley's gonna like that, at least.

After walking down a few hallways, he soon came to a fork in the road.

Before him was....an oddly placed signpost. What the hell is this doing here?

"'DEMON' and 'ANGEL'......" He read the scrawled letters aloud. Charley sure is associated with a bunch of demon shit. Reminds me of that old concept...

He stood there for a good few minutes, pondering which side to take, wondering if it would have any effect on anything, before finally settling on the Demon side.

As he walked towards it, he heard a loud bang as a steel door shut on the other side. ...Guess I can't change my mind. he thought to himself, turning back around to the area that lay ahead.

The entire room was flooded with ink, dripping from the ceiling and walls, and pooling into a black sea on the floor. A few objects floated in the dark sludge. The only thing in the room not drowning in the stuff was a single tape player, lying upon a box.

Henry looked down at his own clothes. It was impossible to see any other color besides a shade of sepia and black, but he knew well that his once blue button-down was blotched dark, ink was running up his pant legs, and his once-brown shoes were coated black. "It's not like I don't need new clothes anyways." He said to himself, as he waded into the dark liquid and pressed play on the tape recorder.

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The Voice Of Joey Drew

There's nothing wrong with dreaming. Wishing for the impossible is just human nature!

That's how I got started. Just a pencil and a dream!

We all want everything without even having to lift a finger.

They say you just have to believe.

Belief can make you succeed.

Belief can make you rich.

Belief can make you powerful.

Why with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself!

Now that... is a beautiful, and positively silly thought.

Henry balled his hand into a fist. "You know, Joey. I had belief, too. I believed you, and that stupid fucking letter. I believed you way back in 192-something when you said 'let's make a cartoon' and I didn't see my family for weeks. I believed you, when you stole away all my characters after I left and you ended up doing some sort of BULLSHIT, probably made this place run into the ground with all the money you probably spent on that machine, made characters come to life by FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE, they went batshit insane, and now look where I am! Stuck in some ink hell!"

He huffed, and trudged onwards.

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He soon came to a hallway. As he walked down it, a Charley cutout fell down from behind the corner, making him jump in surprise.

A face he recognized soon peeked out from the corner. "U-Uh- Hi, Henry!" Barley said, waving.

"Barley! Oh, you scared me....what's that you've got there?" Henry asked, pointing at the metal pipe in Barley's hands.

"What? Oh, this! I forgot I was holding it...uhhh....I thought that..you could use it! For, um....self defense! Y'know?" Barley handed Henry the metal pipe, and he swung it around a bit.

"Hm, not too shabby of a weapon, bud. Thanks." Henry replied, examining the metal and patting him on the head shortly.

He opened the door next to them. "Jesus Christ, it looks like a crime scene in here." He whispered, looking up and down the ink-covered toy storage as Barley peeked from behind him. "C'mon, let's go."

Henry and Barley walked through the mess of a room, opening the door across from them to reveal another large steel door.

Henry looked at the wires on the floor, one leading away to a steaming corner, the other leading to a lever next to them. "Looks like we're gonna have to pull these things at the same time." He looked at Barley and motioned to the lever by the door. "You pull this one. I'll get the other."

He walked down the steam-filled hallway, seeing a poster and a lever at the end.

As he moved closer, he examined the poster. "'Charley in: The Devil Gang', huh?" The poster featured a drawing of Charley smiling nervously, as a shadow of three characters loomed over him. What he could recognize was a woman, someone with horns, and a soldier of some sorts. Guess Joey needed more money, so he made these guys. Huh.

He reached for the lever, but was soon stopped by something ripping out of the poster with a screech, and he froze in place to turn and see it.

What he could assume was the horned figure from the poster was sticking out of the wall. As it fell out, he noticed more grotesque features. Its eyes were both gouged into X shapes, still bleeding ink like tears. It was clad in a white, tattered tie, wrinkled with wear and tear. One of its hands was notably missing, a not-very-cartoonish splintered bone where it used to be, and one of the feet was warped into an inky mass.

It hissed at him from the floor, its mouth permanently unhinged like a snake as if it was screaming, as it pulled itself up. Henry prepared the pipe as it waved a wrench around.

It only took about 4 hits before it finally died off, flopping onto the floor and dissolving into a dark puddle.

"What the hell was that thing?"

He turned to the entrance of the hallway. "Hey, Barley! I'm ready!"

He pulled the lever, going back to Barley.

Going back to the now-open steel door, the duo stepped into the new area, finding an elevator there.

Once the duo went inside of it, the doors shut automatically behind them, and the ancient intercom inside of it fizzled with static to life.

"Welcome back, you two. You know, I'm quite interested in you, creator. Susie is, too. I'm an....instant 'fan'." The spider said from the speaker, Barley gasping in recognition and surprise. "Ed-??"

The angel gave a small chuckle. "Looks like you've got a date with an angel, sailor boy!" He chimed, Barley's face immediately flushing a dark grey in response to the word "date".

The candy sweetness of the angel's tone immediately faded away as he talked to Henry with less enthusiasm. "And....looks like you and I can have a proper meeting, creator. Go to level nine. It's on the buttons, which I'm sure you can read. It's not hard to find me...." His voice soon faded into a more malicious tone as he finished off. "...Just follow the screams."

The transmission ended off with a pop, and the two stood in silence.

Barley chuckled nervously, still grey-faced. "Ha...h-haha, wonder wh-what he meant by a d-'date', huh...." He stammered out, fidgeting with his hands.

Henry only blinked in response. His little 'friend' really doesn't like me much. Least he's nice to him.

He pushed the '9' button, and the two soon descended into the angel's domain...

#batim au #bendy and the ink machine #batim #batim barley #batim edgar #henry stein #the butcher gang #batim bendy #‟pen to paper‟ 📽️

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invinciblerodent · 7 months

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stature for both Arvid and iona!!! and 4 in the other for her too

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

-> Arvid: I actually rolled his height (based on the way it is for a hill dwarf in the PHB, 3'8"+2d4), and he ended up being quite tall for a dwarf: roughly 130 cm, so 4'3". At least a good head shorter than everyone else still, but actually not SO short that one has to like... get on their knees to meet his eyeline. And that coupled with his bulk, I would say he... definitely looks formidable. Sturdy, if you will. Like if he wasn't so wide, he could probably pass for a short human, if he were so inclined, he can definitely tower over a gnome or goblin, and he should come up to almost about Gale's shoulder.

I guess this might contribute to his genuinely absurd intimidation bonus and -advantage (which I almost never use because he's a nice boy), that he just... looks like he could give you a smack and lay you out to dry, and he wouldn't necessarily even need a stepladder for it.

For his body type, I always picture an old-timey strongman or a powerlifter. Not someone who is cut or lean, but definitely built to support his strength, with few defined lines (mostly just in his arms), and rather heavy body hair. He's burly, and I personally find that type of person very attractive, but I do think he's the type to hide as much of himself as possible: long pants, long sleeves, heavy plate mail, the works. (That could be why I had to turn down pretty much every companion at least once, they saw him take his shirt off to chop wood a single time, and it was so unexpected that they all found themselves suddenly consumed by lust.) (Yes, I'm joking.)

-> Iona: As an elf, she's very average with her 167 cm/5'6" height (4'6"+2d10), and the fact that her love interest is going to have exactly 3 inches on her (plus about 2 more inches of hair) just amuses me to no end. And, since thematically she's both a sorcerer (not really a con or str class) AND an ex-cultist, I'd think the best way to describe her is wiry. She's not super athletic and initially kind of malnourished, but after fleeing from the compound, she had to be constantly on the move, and for a short while between that and the nautiloid, she didn't have much to her name to be able to eat well. (I think in act 1, she does put on quite a bit of weight and fills out somewhat, so the typical "slender elf" character model reflects more her act2+ appearance.)

Plus, her whole life she kind of lived in most part off a small garden too, so she would be lean, and more persistent than tough. Kind of like a stray dog that's all skin and bones, but still once her jaw is locked onto you, you're not going anywhere.

I don't think she would consciusly try to show off her body at first, but once she starts feeling more confident with her magic, she'll definitely start feeling more confident in her appearance as well. Especially once she realizes that most men don't see her as at least a bit lesser-than for being an elf (like it was in the anti-magic cult, where fey ancestry was barely tolerated), and instead, find it quite sexy, so they are, in turn, more easily manipulated by her. She'll definitely come more into herself as the game progresses, and use her innate charisma for more than just cagey self-defense.

Does your OC have a failed relationship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unsolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

-> Iona: Oh, this is the best possible question to ask about her, I was hoping someone would!! (I think I only mentioned it in some tag-novel once, lol.)

This got long, so cut time.

So, Iona's name is technically Iona Raedir, but her maiden name is Birchlight, so that's what she goes by.

Her husband isn't dead, by some miracle, but after having hidden her inborn magical abilities her whole life, when she was eventually revealed (after 56 years, like 30 of them married to her husband Herrik), it got... ugly.

He was a human, so he did enjoy that he had a lovely, young and unaging wife (enough to tolerate her being an elf- the whole cult kind of was mainly made up of humans and they all functioned based on a human timeline), but... well, their core belief was that arcane magic in itself is something the use of which by anyone other than the gods is an aberration to be exterminated. So when he found out, after 30 years of marriage, that his wife was born with magical abilities and hid it from everyone, he was... let's just say, too set in his ways to accept it. (He was like 60-ish at the time, and had been in the same cult for like 35 of those, and participated in magehunts, of course he was set in his ways.)

Long story short, he attacked her, and the only reasons she could escape with her life was because 1.) she was faster, and 2.) she had been searching for an opportunity (and the courage) to get out for years and years at that point. She knew it was coming, sorcery is a magic that yearns to be used, and without her father being there ALL the time (the family was brought into the cult by her elven dad's second, human wife when she was little), she was bound to slip up eventually.

When he attacked her, she (again, long story short) could blast him in the face with fire, then once more when he came at her with an axe as she was getting her go-pack, and as her home crashed and burned both literally and figuratively, she could get to the stable to steal their ox, Marigold. As she fled, she knew she hadn't managed to kill him, but she did from that point on believe that he, while he failed to kill her, had killed the woman who was his wife.

The first thing she did, as soon as she got to a settlement, was trade her wedding band for a pair of boots.

#squirrel plays bg3 #oc: arvid trygg #oc: dove #I should rename that tag to #oc: iona raedir #this was fun!!#I actually have the night of her escape mostly written out in my little notebook #i'd have to type it up and edit it but I think it turned out well

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Possibly bees.. If those black insects are actually dark colored bees in my yard, they don't bother anyone. Human or animal. There's just this huge swam that flies around my house.. You can go in, near or around those bugs without them attacking you. They keep to themselves any time visit during the seasons. At least from what I've noticed though.

You said what I was thinking. Rocky and Cobra would walk with them, just to make sure they don't injure themselves depending on just how clumsy they are. Masaki would think she's cute if she is clumsy, in the same way he might also be clumsy. Hiroto would act annoyed a lot of the time she does anything that seems inconvenient to him, but he is always secretly liking the things she does. Hyuga and Murayama, it is obvious that those two would tease their partners. And obviously, the boys have a different way of teasing. Hyuga's slightly meaner about a lot of his teasing almost borderline a bully about it. But Murayama's a more playful tease about it. And it depends for the Rude Boys. Like if we're talking about someone in Rude Boys being attracted to clumsy people, they might get entertainment on how clumsy the person may be because they are very agile when they moved compared to others.

And even if their in a relationship with female partners.. I would really have to say that it wouldn't matter if she knew how to cook. Because I imagine Gun's mother still cooking for them anyway, from her reason of love. And those boys know how to cook some meals on their own.

You're alive. That's all that matters. I say that because there are times when I'm like that too. Or.. If I start getting a hungry headache, that's another reason why I would try eating a decent meal to prevent that.

I don't know how to cook at all. But I should start trying to cook.. Just because I'm not always eating the same meals at everyone else, and I could also cook the meals how I'd want to rather than any other way.

My greedy self is probably shipping my character with both of them... A poly relationship between my character, Gun and Jin - because this was the original idea for the main couple. Not sure about other ships.

Jin is definitely more focused than before, especially doing any fights with Myeong's men. But to be fair, Jin didn't take Gun seriously when they fought in the boxing tournament. Gun attacked him because Jin let his ground since he was too busy daydreaming about his victories.

Not that I could completely blame him.

But Jin almost dying was actually his wake up call to be more alert in his fights, focused and defensive. So he's learning from his mistakes.

That explains some things..

Basically an introduction on how the main antagonist became who he is now. How and why he became that person to begin with. That does make sense.. Though usually you'd get those arcs latter on in the plot.

Yes! Keep smoking. To be fair, half of my fictional crushes are actually smokers. Some of them are smokers. But not all of them though. So...

hiroto’s like a lil tsundere-ish, acting like he’s annoyed but is actually secretly endeared by her clumsiness, carrying stuff for her so she doesn’t drop it or watching her closely so she doesn’t trip but pretending he finds it inconvenient. hyuga’s mean because he’s short. it’s a toss up between hyuga’s similar personality gf being clumsy and returning his mean comments with her own; or the shyer clumsy gf who’s pouting at him for being ‘playfully’ mean to her. murayama would be the type to try and make her laugh if she’s overly embarrassed, like his teasing is actually playful and jokey, hyuga take notes. the rude boys are having a giggle over her tripping over basically nothing on flat ground, meanwhile they’re doing flips and jumps up in the scaffolding of nameless with no issues whatsoever.

gun knows how to cook from all the jobs he worked, and was probably taught some stuff from his mum. jin …. i’d say he’s a bit more of a basic chef. easier stuff. or just gets a lot of take out.

i can’t decide. i’ll probably end up doing a throuple just because it’s impossible to choose between them. they’re both good boys! and so nice to look at! and they deserve a cute short gf to give them affection!!

the stabbing and subsequent near-death was definitely a wake up call for jin. it made him more cautious and to take his opponents more seriously. i don’t think he could’ve taken on in beom by himself before it happened, let alone beat him by himself.

it also definitely pushed gun to try harder. i mean two boxing weight classes in sixth months? maybe less than sixth months since he probably didn’t start training really hard until after jin was healed up and they were both safely at mr oh’s place.

yea they really throw you into backstory plot before the main stuff. there’s a little bit of the main plot with the cop and his wife, but it’s mostly ha joon’s character’s backstory. not that i’m complaining, he’s who i’m watching for.

i watched ep3 of vincenzo and jeez. they really hit them boys with a truck huh? just close out the episode like that?? vincenzo looked. real good the whole episode tho. like that blue suit was nice. him beating up those kids with the cigarettes was funny tho. just whack whack whack.

#tj answers #long post //#long post anon

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chidoroki · 10 months

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Hell’s Paradise EP13

aka: one last huzzah

Is it me or does it look like Nurugai’s hair is styled a bit differntly?

And I thought Shion was coming in to help them defeat Mu Dan, I wasn’t expecting him to send the girls away so he could solo this thing! Though I love the confidence Nurugai has in him.

Seems Shion already figured out the tanden weakness.

NOPE! Don’t you dare start to sprout flowers! I will not accept any more deaths this season Shion, you hear me!!

Glad he got rid of them but Shion you are seriously losing so much blood right now. I know Yuzuriha was gonna use some salve to stop Senta’s bleeding, but do we have a spare perhaps?

I’m sure Nurugai’s grandpa said her hugs energized him just to be cute, but apparently you can share tao that way? If two people’s types are compatible, I’m assuming.

Did the girls bandage themselves to help with defense someway? Also, are they using some of Yuzuriha’s slime too? They’re dripping.

Shion didn’t actually know about the tanden being the tensen’s weakness.. he just struck there randomly.

“It should be able to prevent scratched and keep flowers from growing.” Figured as much, but damn, they really prepared for this so quickly.

“Is it really necessary to lick it?” “No.” Pfftt, I love Yuzuriha so much.

Despite Mu Dan having lasers now or whatever, this trio is working out nicely, but Sagiri and Shion are really pushing themselves here.

Ooohh they got both hands pinned down, now to finish it off Shion! Let’s go!

Senta?? You’re still alive and sorta standing?

Hell yeaaahh Shion!! One tensen down! And a bunch more to go..

Not at all surprised Yuzuriha would wanna use the last salve on Shion instead of Senta. The latter is too injured to fully recover.

Ah man.. of course Yuzuriha knew it would happen and did her best to get him to relax during his final moments but it definitely hit her hard.

“I won’t let anyone else die. I swear we’ll all leave this island alive. I swear it.” I seriously hope so Sagiri.

Why are y’all journeying further into Horai?? I know it’s the place where the elixir is supposedly located, but all the other tensen are most likely there aren’t they?

Oh my god, Chobei stole the doshi’s coat for himself. And those vine markings are still on him, so I’m concerned.

“It might even affect one’s consciousness or memories.” Wait, I thought Gabimaru was just confused on where he was upon waking up, but did he truly forget everything that’s happened on the island? Would explain that fierce look in his eye.

Ooohh Yuzuriha, I love the new outfit!

Yuzuriha may have a point, maybe Gabimaru’s village chief was using a genjutsu to show he was “immortal.”

“Shinobi are merely pawns. It’s different for women, but would they really have such a young man get married?” YEAH. I only found out a few days ago but apparently Gabimaru is ONLY SIXTEEN!! like what?? Dude seemed so much older. I’m still baffled.. the same with Sagiri being seventeen and Nurugai twelve.

“I can’t remember. Is it some type of memory impairment.” Ah shit, the overuse of tao did effect Gabimaru’s memories. (Dude entering his post-demon world Emma phase).

Nooo no no, STOP! Don’t lead me to believe his wife was an illusion this whole time! Aaahh!

Damn, he reverted back to his “hollow” self. Even Mei could sense something is wrong with him

Shion looking nice in the new fit and him being a lowkey romantic is precious too.

Probably said it before but Sagiri is beautiful with her hair down.

Oh? More asaemon are being sent to the island? With how this Shugen dude looks I think that’s gonna be a problem.

Okay, so here comes the debate on whether or not I wanna jump into the manga. The episode didn’t leave off a big cliffhanger so I could very well just wait til the next season (whenever that will be), but at the same time, I wanna find out what happens with Sagiri, Yuzuriha, Shion, Chobei and Gabimaru. The story was fine but it’s the characters I’ve really come to love so far. Apparently the series only has thirteen volumes which is bad at all. I could clear it in a reasonable amount of time if I wanted to, but still gotta think about it.

#hell's paradise #episode reaction

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chapter 6 babeyyy (sapphic vampire story)

I didn’t realize how much I missed their apartment until I stepped back in there.

“Hey sluts, I’m home. I brought Flora.” Ramon shouts. I nearly snort when I hear Leonora groan. I assume Leonora has been done with her clownery for years.

Wait. Did she just call me Flora? My very own nickname from the one I love. I’m probably the exact shade as the kool-aid man. Ramon Neri makes my heart hurt. I just love her so much. Everytime I’m with her my heart grows three sizes. The way she loves life is just so contagious. I would sell my soul for her.

“It’s only fair that I call you me by a nickname too. You can call me Mona.”

“I,” Leonora says swaying into the room, “Call her Moan to piss her off.” Ramon sticks her tongue out at them while flipping her off.

They are still glaring at each other when Liliaine heads into the room. He immediately picks up the tension and slaps Ramon on the back of her neck.

“Hey!” They say in perfect unison. Honestly at this point, you could easily convince me that they are twins.

Liliaine just smirks and says “Help our guest, why don’t ya?” Before I could even deny the help, Ramon had already grabbed my bag and my hand.

She leads me into this large closet. When I say a large closet I mean a tiny ass room with a water bed. There’s a dim light bulb flickering up above the bed. The walls are bare and you can see where screws used to be. But it's home. It’s my home. I think the only time I was this happy was when I met Tré Cool.

Ramon helps me unpack. I mean, really all we do is tape up my posters. All my clothes are going to stay in the bag. Cause, like, there’s no dresser. It’s a little less depressing once I take my guitar out

She’s mangled but she’s still a beaut. It’s a 50’s stratocaster. I named her Frankie. Anyone could see the poor shape it’s in. There are scratches everywhere and the body’s chipped. I’m pretty sure there is glitter on there, don’t know how but there is. The stickers have been ripped but she holds a lot of memories. Somehow, a goddamn miracle that’s how it's playable. Some of the strings have snapped but the neck is still in one piece.

Ramon is in awe. She cried out “You have a 50’s stratocaster?! Holy shit, she’s an absolute darling. Can’t say she’s as clean as a whistle though.” Ramon examines the guitar until she sees the large chip missing in the body and the snapped strings. She holds it to her chest protectively and threatens “You don’t deserve it. Look at the poor thing; it has a chip the size of Texas in it!”

I put my hands up defensively. “In my defense, your honor, it was for the aesthetic.” She glares at me as if I killed her puppy.

Liliaine waltzes into the room and gasps. If you had no context you would assume that I murdered someone. “The poor child! It looks like someone put it through a meat grinder.”

Ramon nods aggressively. “You should’ve seen me after the show. You would wish I had the same treatment as Frankie.”

Once again I realize that probably didn’t help my case, but in fact made it worse. Now they stare at me in horror. I start scratching my neck. I should’ve shut my mouth. Now look at them, they think I’m insane. The only friends you could have had are now lost because you proved to them you have the self preservation as a toddler learning to walk. They now think they have to supervise you. I panic to myself. I’m never going to forget this in a bad way.

But instead of being ridiculed or lectured, Ramon laughs. Her beautiful dorky laugh. She’s the best person in the world. I love her more than anything. I love her more than Frankie, more than music itself. I love the way her hair always falls perfectly into place. I love how she only wears intense amounts of eyeliner and glitter. I love her. I can’t believe I’ve fallen, it’s only been two days. Yet here we are laughing like we’re high on my makeshift bed. If only I could kiss her. I have a hundred problems but marrying Ramon could solve 73. God, I’m so in love.

“How good are you?” Liliaine questioned. It wasn’t meant in a degrading way.

“What do you mean by that? Like how would you gauge it?” I ask trying not to sound stupid.

“Like what are you working on or your personal hardest song to play? For example, I’m working on the guitar solo in Master of Puppets and I think my hardest song is,” He takes a second to think. He must be great at guitar. “Aviator of feat.”

“Rad. I’m learning Our Lady of Sorrows and Battery is the hardest I can play.”

“That’s impressive! I tried being a guitarist but I got kicked out because I couldn’t play House of the Rising Sun.” Ramon chimed. I laugh at the thought of her struggling to play one of the easiest riffs. I bet they would find a way to look effortless while failing horribly. “But I can sing.” She continues.

“Yeah, as good as a three year old in the school choir.” Lilliane retorts.

Ramon, like a child, sticks her tongue out at Liliaine. God I love her.

“Then you wouldn’t have me as lead” Ramon retorts.

“Are you guys in a band or something?” I ask.

“Yeah, we are actually. We’re called The Famous Living Dead. Yours truly,” Ramon flutters her eyelashes. “Is lead singer, the rat of a sibling is bassist, and Lilliane is, as you know, our guitarist.”

The name sounds familiar. I can’t put a finger on it though.

“‘Spite the name, we aren't that popular nor dead. Our biggest fans are the drunks who sing incoherently, hoping it sounds like the lyrics.” Liliane snorts.

“When do you play next, I’ll come.” I really want to see Ramon sing. I’ll bet my life on her having a beautiful voice. “Wait, I thought vampires were classified as ‘dead’ or ‘not alive’?” I ask while doing air quotations.

Liliane freezes. Ramon immediately whispers something in his ear. He relaxes a little but not fully. I understand. I know a secret that could ruin his life.

“We could show you know! I could get us to practice live with you.” Ramon says changing the subject

Liliane whips his head around so fast I think he got whiplash. “What.” He quickly turns to me, ”Give us a second please.” His voice dripped with anger and confusion. Liliane was whisper-yelling at Ramon who just deflected everything with ‘yeah and’.

Eventually, they settled on fine. Ramon yelled for Leonora to get ready for band practice. Which required a quick recap of what they discussed.

After what felt like millions of years, they were ready. I felt like bouncing off the walls. I’m so excited. I love concerts. I love the way everyone here understands you and how you can get lost in the music. You sometimes get live demos or a little story.

“What should we start with?” Lilliane asks.

Leonora jumps up a little bit and says “Enchantment.”

They all smile and nod. They begin to play, and holy motherfucking shit. They are great. It’s loud, it’s crunchy, it’s fast, and it’s my new favorite band. The song is angry and slutty. It’s an overall mood. As the song ends I find myself yearning for more. I’m pretty sure I’m grinning like an idiot because Ramon looks so happy.

So they play more and more. By the time they’re too tired to play another song, I have already sworn my devotion to them. The slutty vampire tones absolutely vibe with me. I would kill to be in their band. The music sounded like it was missing a part. Like there was supposed to be another melody. Maybe they lost a member.

Ramon looked sweaty as hell. She poured every ounce of her soul into that performance. She screamed, danced, and cried all in the span of two hours. Everything was so emotional and I loved it.

Even when sweaty, Ramon was still stunning. Her hair was perfectly plastered on her face. Her make was glittery and smeared. Ramon was panting and looked halfway to death yet her eyes sparkled like the stars. I love her and I know she doesn’t love me the same. She’s dead, I’m alive.

#queer writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #queer vampires #vampire #vampirism #gay idiots #sapphic #yearning #wlw yearning #guitar abuse #mentions a mcr song title once #its our lady of sorrows #sorry for the wait

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chxckandmxte · 1 year

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Prompts For The Heavy Hearted (Angst) || Still Accepting

@medicbravo sent: “I know you feel like you’re alone and I’m not going to invalidate that. But I can tell you, that I’m here. And I know there are people who want to care and help if you’ll let them.”

Blue eyes slightly lower. Needless to say, things were pretty bad right now for him. Over the many years, Leon’s will to keep up the fight, had gradually declined little by little with each new bioterror attack that would occur within the past decade, and it kept happening, sometimes it was an enhanced version of a previously existing virus, most times, it was brand new virus that posed an even deadlier threat than the previous, one way or the other, these new viruses, were connected to each other, the creator of the new one always seeming to find their twisted inspirations from the wackjobs that created one the older ones. One, would always lead to another version, almost always leading to another damn outbreak, it never failed to annoy him whenever he found himself having to go on the frontlines of this never-ending war on bioterrorism.

As strong-willed as Leon was, it would only have been a matter of time before everything he’d been through would catch up to him, this time, it was the slaughtering of his former platoon before his very eyes, that was enough finally set him off, it made him realize just how pointless this battle really was, more and more people would continue to die, several more lives would continue to be lost over the years to come, and all for what?

Some empty cause with no real resolution, so many men and woman had given their lives for the safety of their country, and the world, as much as he wanted to believe that none of those deaths were in vein, these days, it was pretty clear to him that they were. All of them hoped that with their heroic sacrifices, the entire world, would be able to win this continuous loop of a battle that still, after all these years, was were still showing no sign of stopping. This fight, just wasn’t worth it to him anymore.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t all. One of the other major additions to this heavy weight on his shoulders, was in the form of a woman, a woman who was nothing more than a ghost in a red dress to him. For years, he had waited, hoping, that he would one day see her again, and that they could finally be together. Several years later, here he was, still very much alone, and Ada, was gone without a trace. It was like she didn’t even exist.

All those years waiting, and she had just left him in the dust, he was even convinced that she had long-since forgotten about him, if anything, she had probably already moved on in her life, meanwhile for Leon, his life, was nothing but a private joke -- he shouldn’t have even wasted his time being optimistic about a possible future together, to hell with her -- he was done waiting -- his heart was already in enough pain, and holding onto the hope of them one day reunited, had already faded, his heart just wouldn’t be able to take anymore, so it was best to just forget about her altogether, maybe even pretending that she didn’t even exist at all -- a defense mechanism of self-inflicted delusions, was all he could do to try and erase her from his memory.

After soaking in all her words, Leon could feel a faint sense of warmth in his chest, a feeling he never felt in a while -- the feeling of having people that truly cared for ones well-being, he had isolated himself for so long, that he had almost forgotten what it felt like, having people genuinely care about you, it was a feeling he missed. Rebecca was right, there were still others out there that cared about him. The agent found himself even more surprised to learn that Rebecca cared for him too, he wasn’t expecting that, but it sure felt nice. While it wasn’t a full recovery (Which would most likely take longer than this) Leon’s mood had at least improved.

Everything she said to him, were words that he needed to hear for a very long time, he was so lost in his world of pain and misery, that nothing seemed real anymore, but her words, were a warm reminder, that even though he felt alone -- he never truly was. He’s speechless for a few moments, instead, giving a silent slow nod before eventually managing to gather up the words to speak.

[{ ☣ }] - “..I’ve been so caught up in my own bullshit, that I almost forgot..” A brief pause, giving himself a few more seconds to carefully form his words, giving a few small nods as he found his thoughts on the subject. Blue eyes softening their gaze on emerald green hues.

[{ ☣ }] - “...Thanks Rebecca. I guess I.. kinda needed to hear that.”

#medicbravo #V; Sᴛᴜᴄᴋ Iɴ A Gᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ Lᴏᴏᴘ (Pᴏsᴛ-Vᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ: 2017 ᴛᴏ 2020)#Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ!? (IC)#//This was incredibly cute!#//She may not have completely cured his gloom #//But she managed to get through to him #//And no ones been able to do that for a very long time #tw: depression #cw: depression #File Transfer: Received ; Ask | Answered

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If all of your favorite shippings from different fandoms had a movie night together (yes, shippings, I think that's way more fun!), who would show up (there is no limit) and how would it play out?

Oh my gosh. This is a hard, but fun question. LOL. Though I’m worried the answer will end up more boring than you’re hoping for, but let’s hope not.

I’ll also probably only limit this to my top top ships, because I have way too many. Though there will still be a lot here! Also, let’s just assume that everyone will get along for some reason, even though some of them would have reason not to.

So, SoKai’s there (from Kingdom Hearts). Because of course they are. And while Sora and Kairi really are there to watch the movie--and cuddle, because they’ve earned it--Sora can’t help talking to everyone throughout and trying to get to know them, because he’s just a sociable person like that. And Kairi mostly joins in with that. But because of this, they probably have people telling them to shut up during it. Though RokuShi, Namiku, and probably NeShiki come to their defense.

Roxas and Xion (KH) are super into the movie, because they’re still kind of amazed at the existence of films in general. Since they were essentially babies in the Organization, who knew nothing about life. And while they know more now--like when Roxas had those false memories in the Virtual Twilight Town--they’re still amazed by the simple things.

Riku and Naminé (KH)... Naminé is drawing, of course. Probably things from the film. And Riku is by her side, just happy that she’s happy. But he (aside from Buffy) is probably the one person on edge, judging everyone because he doesn’t think some things are right about some of these people Lawlight.

Yes, Light and L (Death Note) are there... And they’re probably bored of the movie. It’s not clever enough for them. They’d much rather watch some murder investigation and try and figure it out--also, can I say what a miracle it is that L ventured out in the first place?--and this is when Riku begins to get uncomfortable and Buffy probably says something like, “Okay, if I hear one more thing about murder, some serious slayage is about to occur.”

So... Bangel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer). So, this is some happy-isa ending after Angel takes on Wolfram & Hart and doesn’t die. The curse is still a thing. But Buffy and Angel have decided to try and be together without it, since Buffy almost lost Angel. They’re happy to be together enjoying the movie, of course. And a lot of cuddling is happening. But not too much, because they can’t get too worked up. Because again: curse. Also, if they’re watching some crappy movie--which they probably are--Buffy pipes in every now and then to give the characters wittier lines than they actually had, and everyone actually appreciates her for that. Angel may also notice Naminé’s artwork, praise her for it, and begin drawing during the movie himself... He draws Buffy watching it, of course.

Jace and Clary from The Mortal Instruments. They’re doing more PDA than anyone... but still nothing too bad, that would anger most people. And Clary might have joined in on giving the characters better lines with Buffy. Buffy and Clary probably strike up a friendship. Jace is really the person annoying everyone during the film, because he can’t keep pointing out everyone’s stupid choices and the lack of logic... which is true, but come on my man.

Max and Logan from Dark Angel. So, bored with the movie--as I said above--L and Light begin trying to solve a case while everyone else is engrossed. Logan notices this and joins in as Eyes Only. He and L also become friends, when they realize how much they have in common... I want this to be a happy AU where Light isn’t Kira, or has been redeemed, but it’s probably not. And he’s now worrying that Logan could be a threat to him too, and probably plotting to kill him. Max somehow senses this and throws food at him, though she plays it subtle. Like, “Hey, stop making me waste good food to get you to stop glaring at my hubby.” Oh, and Max is making herself at home with all the food. Because our girl loves to eat, and to relax. She and L might get into a fight over the sweets, though. And our transgenic super-soldier girl would of course win.

Madoka and Homura from Madoka Magica. It’s probably at this point, that Homura also notices something is wrong with Light. And she wants to get Madoka away from this scene to protect her. Because of course she does. But Madoka turns her down. And for the most part, Homura will never do anything that Madoka doesn’t want her to do. Madoka probably is somewhere between bonding over drawing with Naminé and Angel, and asking if she can be friends with Buffy and Clary and try and say funny things, too. They agree, of course. So Homura is sandwiched between Madoka and all her new friends, and she really can’t complain about that at all.

Noctis and Luna from Final Fantasy XV are also snuggled together, and they write secret notes to each other during the whole thing. Because even though they’re now finally together in person, they’ve just sort of gotten used to communicating that way.

Zack and Aerith from Crisis Core are probably being disasters, who are trying to build a flower wagon while everyone else is watching a film. But, hey. That’s just them. Aerith also probably joins in on the ad-libbing the movie thing.

Meanwhile, Cloud and Tifa from Final Fantasy VII are really close to the screen--Cloud is in love with this movie--and Tifa is trying to help explain things to him. Why? Because On the Way to a Smile talks about how Cloud doesn’t even know some vegetables and fruits’ names, because he decided to try out for SOLDIER at a young age and then had his mind shattered because of Mako poisoning, trauma, etc. So... if they’re watching a movie about cooking or something, Cloud could seriously make a mistake like, “Oh, so they’re using sour cream for this baked good. I didn’t know you could do that. But I guess it makes sense.” Tifa - “No, Cloud. They’re using cream cheese.”

Neku and Shiki (The World Ends With You) are enjoying watching the movie close together. And Neku is quietly humming during a lot of the singing parts, which makes Shiki blush and her crush on Neku grow even stronger (he may even be singing to her). And no one cares, because Neku actually has a nice singing voice. During the film, Shiki might attempt to make clothes based on the main characters’ outfits, that everyone is then amazed by.

And maybe I’ll add Tidus and Yuna in from Final Fantasy X. Tidus is trying to convince Yuna to just have a good time with him and have fun watching the movie--and she wants to--but she also senses something is wrong. And is prepared to pull her pistols out to stop someone from doing someone heinous, or to perform a Sending if someone dies here... whichever comes first.

And what the heck, did I just write? LOL.

Some other pairings I love that weren’t featured here, because I didn’t know how to fit them in and this probably already has too many people: Zidane and Garnet from Final Fantasy IX, Percy and Annabeth from Percy Jackson, Will and Elizabeth from Pirates of the Caribbean, Raoul and Christine from Phantom of the Opera, Eren and Mikasa from Attack on Titan, Snow and Serah from Final Fantasy XIII, perhaps Clark and Lana from Smallville. And maybe even Yozora and Nameless Star from Verum Rex, even though them and Noctluna are cut from the same cloth, etc.:)

Thanks for such a fun ask!

#and I didn't proofread any of this crack because otherwise I might not have had the courage to post it #so sorry if there are any weird typos here or anything. or that I probably used the same words a million times #I maybe should have included terqua from kh...but tbh. I prefer sokai rokushi and namiku over them a lot. and I didn't want TOO much kh #also my feisty kairi probably warms up and snarks with the girls too #part of me wishes I had included joshyme. because I'm still stupidly attached to themfor some reason #but in a platonic way. but meh #in some au where death note and dark angel take place in the same universe l and eyes only would probably respect each other #though l might have a problem with eyes only being okay with criminals dying. though they try to avoid that at all costs #it's just that. like. if max is trying to be a subject in and they're being violent and would kill max if she didn't kill them first #both Logan and max would be okay with her killing the thug of course #and l probably would in self-defense too. but still #and max probably becomes close with her 'sisters' here too #buffy and max also bond over food #and sometimes I forget how much I love livi and nike from the world is still beautiful #if they were here nike would be eating all the food too #in another world Jon and Daenerys would have been on this list. if the show hadn't made me hate them #do better books #and with so many super-powered people here now I wonder who would win if they all decided to try and kill each other #Tenchi and ryoko and syaoran and sakura. and maybe even Edward and Bella should've been here too but oh well #oh. usagi and mamoru too

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Androphobia

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An Android attempts to offer comfort to someone with sleeping trouble.

Androphobia [an·drow·fow·bee·uh]; Fear of or aversion to men. A related concept is misandry, the hatred of men, but not necessarily fear of them.

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Every woman or female born member of society has experienced an off putting encounter with a man.

This is not to be entirely blamed on men- not as a whole, no. But individuals, the ones you run into on your way out of the grocery store, the ones who stop you on the streets, they are the ones to blame. Some women have the guts to tell them off. Not an easy task with the given anxiety, but one to take pride in for the capability that comes with it. Some women stay quiet, rush away as fast as their polite feet can take them and hope someone will see the problem. They usually don’t. And some women are outliers, tricking their ways out of interactions with these men one way or another, and to them I take my hat off.

There are men who are easily construed as monsters, when in the dead of night their silhouettes flash beneath the tallest of streetlights. And there is no reason to not believe them as such right then and there, for as spoken by our Lady Galadriel, “the hearts of men are easily corrupted.” And any look into statistics will back up this fear, any personal experience, any hug that’s gone on just a bit too suspiciously long, any catching of those wandering eyes and it’s easy to feel in your heart that men are not to be trusted. They are not to be confronted, nor left alone with, and they will jump at the opportunity to put down anyone for the validation of other men.

This is the reality of women and men in 2021. It is the same for several in 2039.

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You step out of your old, dusty car. Chips of the dark red paint flake away as the raindrops hit it. Above you, the gloomy, warm gray clouds roll against each other in different shades and sizes, high above the skyscrapers and the stress of the world.

Gathering your belongings for the day, you shut the door with your hip and shoulder everything. Then you make your way towards the Police Department, your work, with the heels of your shoes scuffing against the parking lot.

Across the way, you can see Detective Reid, who rubs his brow while he does his usual slamming of the car door. There’s no point in looking for Hank at this ungodly hour, he’d never be in on time. He’ll probably park his car next to yours as usual- a little too close so it’s hard to squeeze into your own and pull out without causing his vehicle damage, but you never say anything. Not because you are one of the people who feel threatened by Hank as a man- It’s more because you trust Hank as a person, that you’d never bring up the obvious annoyances he places upon you and everyone else. Though, once you had tried.

(“Cars parked a little close, don’t you think?”

“Shut the hell up.”)

The inside of the Department is bustling. A female Android brushes past you briskly, the others at the front desk all seemingly click clacking away in their own brains. Even months after they’ve gained independence, it’s not uncommon for you to remember how they were before. How still and lifeless they were. And looking back on it, it was awfully sad. They seem busier now, more alive and fast. A strange image, in your mind, but not an unwelcomed one.

You reach your desk in the lobby, on the right side of the room slightly separated from the officers. You’re a psychologist, so it’s not plausible for you to be seated next to bias. Instead you’re in your own corner, with a rather cluttered desk on the top and empty rows of drawers. You do, however, keep a small japanese cherry blossom tree on the top, courtesy of Hank, though his has all but fully withered at this point.

And then you’re ready to start your day. Pull out your chair, click your pen and type away reports and notes on the computer to send to the detectives. You don’t have any meetings scheduled today, so there’ll be no need to prepare questions or anything of the sort. Just an easy day.

And then...

As you and I, the dear reader, have already discussed, finding men to be generally scary is an easy task. And even though you are smart enough to know that it’s simply not possible to truly believe that every man or male presenting individual is terrible, or has done terrible things, or has experienced the desire to do something terrible, there are times where you can’t help the cautiousness. You can’t help the flinch, the distrust, the physical distance, the hand in your pocket grasping for anything to use in self defense. Seeing men like Detective Reid in power, brutish and given guns and easily agitated, certainly doesn’t help.

So when you swish your chair around and come to a stand, your heart drops. You’re looking into the presence of someone tall, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. A man.

[Sort of.]

“Good morning, Doctor L/N.”

“Connor,” you breathe out, eyes flitting down as you attempt to quiet the thump thump thumping of your heart in your throat. “I- I didn’t-”

“Your heart race has increased. You appear stressed, Doctor L/N.”

He cocks his robotic head to the side, his eyebrows creasing as the literal gears in his head turn.

“You just startled me,” you admit, grabbing the back of your chair and moving it over as an excuse to create a bit of distance between you and the [possible] threatening force. “What is it, Connor?”

Now, for context, you and he were not considered close. You’ve spoken a few times, though never as friends, only friendly. You remember seeing him last Winter, when he would stand out in the snow outside the station, just gazing up after Hank had already returned to his own home. You remembered how he was different from the other Androids, besides being more advanced to begin with. You’d never said anything about that. It was obvious the only person it would’ve really mattered to, Hank, was already aware of this. And Hank liked Connor. There was no point in interfering.

In Connor’s eyes, you could really do no wrong. You were smart, intelligent, and diligent in your work. Your job had been threatened by the presence of Androids for years by the time Connor had showed up, but it still appeared that they wouldn’t have done your legacy justice. But despite this, interactions were scarce. You were not friends. You were friendly. And you were always on your guard.

“I was hoping to hear your thoughts on a case Lieutenant Anderson and I have been working on,” Connor tells you. He’s always made efforts to keep eye contact with people, and the tilt of his head tries to follow your eyeline to do so. But it’s never to any avail. “I apologize for the abruptness, but the thought only occured to me last night and I think it could be a good one.”

“Yeah, sure,” you answer. “I can help with that. I’ll get the details from Hank when he comes in.”

“No need,” the Android quickly assures you. When you look up to him for a brief second, you can see his tongue sway against his bottom lip, creating the softest of imprints. His dark eyes glitter like a beatles in the catch from the light above.

He produces a light, manilla colored folder lined inside with papers. “I hope you’ll find all the details you need here,” he explains, offering the file to you.

You take it after a moment, watching his thumb let go in the softest, most normal way possible.

“Thank you, Doctor L/N,” Connor smiles. “I’ll go get you your morning coffee.”

Connor is like a dog in that way. Not in an insulting way, or an obedient way. In a kind way, in a warm way. With his chocolate eyes and the dimples when he smiles, it’s hard not to want to just believe that he is incapable of hurting anyone or anything. Especially a woman.

But when you snap back to reality, you can see his male form. His set back shoulders, the robotic strength, the fact that he was programmed to execute any task he so desires. And then you’re right back on edge, wanting to step back from him until you’re sure you can take a full breath.

It’s easier when he’s taken himself away. You can see him through the glass walls in the kitchen, waiting for the pot to heat up. Doesn’t seem so bad from far away, like most of them do.

You return to the chair and open the file. At first, your eyes flit to the pictures attached at the top- one of a woman that looks so familiar, another of a man whose angry brows cover his eyes. Then they move to the written report, and something clicks.

The woman in the picture was an acquaintance from college. The man next to her was the main suspect, and apparently her lover.

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“Morning Doc,” Hank waves tiredly. Then his tone changes slightly. “The fuck are ya doing at my desk for?”

You push yourself from your lean on the edge of his property anxiously. “I read the report on your case. The Carla Rodriguez one.”

Hank sighs in his classic sigh, tired and grumpy from the morning and being alive. “What about it?” he questions, rummaging through his large bag of prescription pill bottles he’s brought with him every day this year. You suspect Connor has something to do with this.

“I had a... personal relationship with the victim,” you begin, crossing your arms. “I knew her.”

Hank looks at you, bewildered. “You were sleeping with my victim?”

“What? No. What? I- anyway. Carla and I were in college together.”

Hank’s face changes. He leans back with high raised brows in the way he does when processing something.

“The boyfriend did it. I remember him from back then, I think. Real angry guy.”

“You’re sure you know what you’re talkin about?” Hank questions you, though not in an insulting way. You know it’s anything but that.

“I’m sure. I can tell you what you need but you know I can’t testify. You won’t be able to use my bias in your report.”

“But the bias is the whole point.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, along with your shoulders. It’s the universal symbol for ‘I don’t know what to tell you’.

“You talked to Connor about this?”

“Well, no. I- he wanted my opinion but I didn’t tell him this part.”

Hank glances around. “Where's he at anyway?”

You shrug again. You’re thinking about the disposable coffee cup on your desk, left there by Connor a few hours ago, that you’d never brought yourself to touch.

“Run it by the Android before we do anything,” Hank advises you. “Nutjob’s got this whole system in his head.”

“Yeah,” you mutter as Hank seats himself. “That guy’s weird.”

“Tellin’ me?” Hank groans.

And the rest of the morning you spend avoiding Connor, thinking at your desk, barely doing your job while you let yourself get lost in thought. You’re not usually like this. You’re very professional at work- you love this job. The thrill, the learning about criminals and their rehabilitation- it makes you feel so tranquil. Complete, even.

But knowing a victim, knowing the perpetrator, still adapting to the change of Androids looking happy for once, knowing Hank pretends you’re the child he lost- it... it...

You snap your drawer shut.

What’s wrong with you today?

You huff out dry air. When you turn ever so slightly, you can see Hank at his desk, eyes already on you with concerned and empathetic brows. Seeing him calms you down a little, at least makes you feel more in the real moment. After a moment, you turn back straight. Then you smooth back your hair, and open a your file again.

“Doctor L/N?”

You look up slowly, recognizing the boyish, sturdy voice of Connor. Sure enough, there he is. Tall, looking down at you with his warm, brown eyes. They remind you of an excited, loyal dog. Yeah, you think, Connor seems like a dog person.

And then you catch the sharpness of how broad his shoulders are, how little effort it would take for him to kill you, or pin you down, or come at you in the dark.

“Can I speak with you candidly, Doctor L/N?”

“You...may,” you say slowly. Connor begins to squat, until he is level with your eyeline, though he’s over on the other side of your desk. From your view, your cherry blossoms pink petals stand out against the paleness of his skin, and then the darkness of his hair.

“I heard what you said earlier to the Lieutenant,” he begins.

Truthfully, your eyes flicker around his face, mostly between his lips and his nose and his eyes. They’re all so realistic. Well, obviously that was the point in his creation, but still. They’re so human. Connor is human. Even the way he seems to move his mouth, like his lips are just a little dry, is human. Such a strange detail. Perhaps you would never have noticed it if he hadn’t gotten this close.

“When?” you question.

“About 3 hours ago, about the file I gave you.”

Your eyes snap away. Connor’s own eyes follow your movement.

“I know that this must be difficult for you-”

“Connor,” you sigh, slightly exasperated, but still holding it together. Your eyes close like you can’t bear to look at anything in the present moment right now. You must be trying to pretend that you’re somewhere else. “I’ll be alright. This was in my job description.”

The Android’s eyebrows knit for a split second, confused. “Overseeing the psychology behind your friends death was in your job description?”

And it’s a genuine question from him. That’s what makes it so hard to contain your laughter, no matter how frustrated or overwhelmed you are right now.

“Yeah,” you finally muster with a light chuckle. “Apparently.” Then you’re back to business. “This is my job. I’ll be alright. Thank you for your concern.”

“I just considered that, since you’ve been on the news before, the suspect could know that you’re involved.”

“So?” you ask, slightly more snappy than intended.

“He may know you’re here and subsequently attempt to cause you harm.”

There are two conflicting sides in your brain right now. The first one says: Now think about this. How could he harm you in a place full of cops? It’s not like he knows where you live or anything. How could he even find that out? When they bring him in, he’ll be in custody the whole time. Gavin won’t let him out of those handcuffs. Everything will be just fine.

And the other part? It shows you a dark, masculine figure, looming over you. Police department or not, he is there. He will cause you grief and harm, do something so terrible to you you could not even fully imagine it enough to anticipate yourself.

And, despite your better judgement, and to your full awareness, you listen to the second half.

“Okay, so,” you breathe out. “So what are you saying?”

Connor’s eyes draw to his left in a stutter, his mouth parting as if he’s in consideration. “The Lieutenant and I had talked about... having you stay in a... safer place.”

Your eyebrows pinch together. “What do you mean by that?”

Connor looks so human in this moment. it’s so apparent, and piercing in this exact second. The details in his eyes, slightest of blemishes on his cheekbones.

Connor leans in, his eyebrows raising. Subconsciously, you lean back ever so slightly in response.

“We were thinking of taking you to the Lieutenants place.” He sees your eyes widen, getting ready to give a vocal response. “It’s a very safe place,” Connor promises. “I can assure you there are many rooms to your liking.”

You take a minute, looking the Android right in his warm, hopeful, perfectly symmetrical eyes. “Connor, I’m not interested in having this discussion right now.”

“It’s just-”

“Back off,” you snap. It’s assertive. Something you don’t usually do towards masculine presenting beings.

As soon as you say it, you regret it, however. The person across from you just looks so heartbroken, almost. His big brown eyes, the ones that remind you of a loyal dog, are looking right at you. How could you not feel bad for snapping at Connor? Sweet Connor, who doesn’t take pleasure in hurting people no matter how much you convince yourself he does.

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The Carla Rodriguez murder case went on for two more days. Her boyfriend, unfortunately, was not yet found. Hank was working on obtaining a warrant based on your instincts that would give him access to search family members houses for the man. Things were becoming focused.

Each night you went home, you struggled to sleep. You did in fact, find out that Connor may have been onto something when he suggested the consideration of safety. You indeed stayed up later than usual, using both locks on your dirty apartment door for once. It was hard to fall asleep. Whenever you did, it became all too easy for you to imagine a solid, big, broad shouldered figure standing over the foot of your bed, waiting to strike.

A man, as usual.

Ironically, you did feel better when Hank- a man- would come into the station. And then there was Connor, who was somewhere between a puppy and a wolf, half following Hank, half fully capable of loading and discharging a gun. Connor made you feel safe too, but only by association. It felt bad to think about him after the snapping that occurred Thursday, but it could’ve made you feel worse to act unprofessionally in the work place. It was best you try to forget it, and try to forget that Connor has unlimited and invincible memory.

On Sunday, you and Hank had your weekly scheduled lunch. Nothing fancy, just fast food from a food truck by the train tracks. You’ll both probably get burgers, except Hank will try to add lettuce and some vegan bullshit to convince you he’s sticking to his diet. Of course he will.

You throw the keys to your locker in the backroom into your desk drawer, and slip it closed. Across the floor, Hank is already ahead of you, tugging on his crappy jacket and somehow standing patiently and grumpily at the same time.

“Ready to go?” you ask as you approach him, your own jacket in hand.

“Yeah, just waitin’ for the kid,” Hank replies casually.

“The kid?”

“I’m ready to go, Lieutenant,” the enthusiastic voice of Connor rings out. He has one of those voices where you can tell when he’s happy and smiling too, and he is in this very moment.

Nobody ever joins you and Hank. You knew Hank had taken Connor to the truck before, but that was just between them, and this was just between you. An odd decision on Hank’s part to make such a change.

“Alright,” Hank calls back. Then he turns to you, the smallest of knowing grins on his face. “Ready when you are, Doctor.”

You just nod your head and start walking out to Hank’s car, unsure of what to do think. In the end, you decide to just not think at all.

“What are you doing this for?” you’d ask Hank as you were walking, when the Android known as Connor was out of earshot.

“What? You got a problem with Connor?” You shake your head no. “Well good. Because besides bein’ a freak he’s perfectly fine.”

Yep. Thanks, Hank.

The drive over is silent, besides Hank’s music. You like his taste, but it doesn’t make you feel less tense around Connor. On the other hand, Connor is completely oblivious of said tension. You can see him in the rearview mirror, smiling and looking out the window every now and again.

Once arriving to the scene, Connor gets out first. You click your seatbelt away, about to pull the handle open when you notice Hank hasn’t moved at all.

“You coming?”

“Mm,” Hank fake thinks, flipping through his cd cases. “Nah.”

“Well then... well then are you even hungry?”

“I got food back at the office,” he sighs, not even looking up at you. “Indian from last night. Gonna wreak havoc on the ol’ plumbing.”

“Then what did you bring me here for?” you question finally, developing a tension headache from how often you’ve been knitting your brows together lately.

Hank looks up and over, an almost offended expression on his face. You can see it in his wide old eyes, the angry eyebrows, the slightly opened mouth.

“Because I’m trying to create a warm and loving social circle.”

“You one time told me die because I ate your jar of pickles!” you cry. “Oh my god- Hank, is this about me and Connor? Is that it? You want us to get along?”

“Yeah, and what if I do?” Hank turns to you fully, putting an angry hand on the steering wheel to clutch something.

“It doesn’t matter!” you exclaim. “It literally doesn’t matter at all!”

Hank is quiet. You can see his beady, angry eyes on you, his jaw clenching. “Get the fuck outta my car,” he says at last.

“Gladly,” you mutter. You open the door and slam it closed.

Looking across the wet, rainy street, you can see Connor looking up at the sign of the food truck known as Chicken Feed innocently. You breathe out, feeling the heat from the previous ‘discussion’ beginning to melt away.

Okay, Y/N, you tell yourself. Just go talk to him.

You begin your walk across the street, hearing the light tapping of the rain hitting the asphalt all around you. His back is getting closer and closer. You still have a chance to turn around.

“Hey, Connor,” you say lightly.

“Hello, Doctor L/N,” Connor greets in return warmly.

“Whatcha... thinking about eating, there?” you ask, both of you knowing damn well Androids can’t eat.

“I’m not sure,” he admits. Then he shrugs, and very genuinely says, “I guess I could have some french fries.”

“Alright. I’ll get you some.”

And you do. And you feel so stupid while ordering it. The guy in charge, Gary, looks at you with an ‘are you sure?’ expression on his face, but you only continue with the order, confirming that, yes, you are sure. Then you and Connor sit next to each other in silence, waiting for your food to be ready. You pretend to be very interested in a stain on one of the back menus for about three straight minutes.

“Here you go,” Gary hands you the food. You take the bags and speed off immediately to an umbrella by the place. Even though you’re essentially powerwalking at about 6 miles per hour, it doesn’t feel fast enough in the moment. Connor is right there beside you the whole time.

“Here’s your fries,” you mutter, pushing the bowl towards him.

“Thank you,” he says, formally. Then Connor just stares down into the bowl.

“I appreciate you paying for this meal, Doctor L/N,” Connor decides to say after another moment. When you look up, you can see he’s leaning down ever so slightly so that he’s closer to your height, and making pretty sturdy eye contact. It’s moments like this that you think you’re talking to Connor’s social programming, and probably not him naturally.

“You don’t have to call me Doctor, Connor,” you breathe. “We’re not at work right now.”

“I apologize. How would you like me to address you then?”

“Well... how would you like to address me?”

Connor thinks for a moment. You can tell because his led is switching between yellow and white. Then the beginning of his eyebrows start twitching, along with the corners of his mouth, just like a human would when they have several thoughts on the tip of their tongue but none of them seem just right. It’s cute when he does it.

“You can just call me Y/N,” you rush out in an attempt to save Connor from quite possibly exploding.

He does the twitching once more, then looks up to the top of the umbrella without moving his head. “And, is this outside of the workplace or in it as well?”

“What would you prefer?”

His led goes yellow again. He looks back to you. “That depends whether or not you consider us friends, Doctor L/N.”

This takes you back. You’re silent, stunned, looking at him with slightly widened eyes for a few seconds- maybe a whole minute- before you make the decision to look at your burger and change the subject.

“How’s been adjusting to life as a free man?” you ask, unwrapping the foil from your warm food.

Connor adapts to the subject change after a few seconds, and you know that he’s seen right through you. “It’s strange,” he tells you, deep in thought, but sincere. “But, people seem happy.”

“Are you happy?” you prompt further, biting a big bite into the meat.

Connor thinks again. He thinks a lot. “Yes,” he decides. “I suppose I feel alive,” he admits. It sounds like a confession, and when he turns his head to look over to you, he sees your eyes are already on him. “Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” you repeat in question. “I... guess I am, overall.”

“Do you enjoy working as a criminal and forensic expert?”

Now it’s your turn to think. You swallow down your bite. “Yeah, I think so. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. And now I have it, and I’m comfortable and all. So yes... And you? As a detective?” You bite into the burger again.

“Well, it is what I was created for,” Connor tells you, with an almost charismatic, joking tone. It looks like he’s smiling a little, too. Cute. “I think so. Working with Lieutenant Anderson has gotten better.”

“God, I remember when you first came in,” you roll your eyes. “Hank was all in a mood. One of the grouchiest days for him. But he likes you now.”

Connor watches you pull the burger away from your face. He’s thinking again, but also admiring your features from up close. He doesn’t usually get to do this with you. The proof is in the lack of response to the ‘would you consider us friends?’ question.

“You know,” Connor says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice for the millionth time. “I really admire how talented you are in your line of work.”

You feel heat in not just your cheeks, but in the rest of your face as well, as if you have a very sudden fever. You decide to keep your face down, trying to naturally make it not look like you’re using your burger as a shield. “Thank you,” you respond.

The heat begins to subside, so you look back up to him. “I admire your...” and you can’t finish the sentence. Not because you can’t think of anything to admire. You know you had a good one in mind to say to him. But when you look up at his boyish face, with the innocent smile and the comforting eyes and the most human details in his skin, you lose your train of thought.

It seems too late and rude to continue by the time you regain it, so you just decide to leave it and eat your burger as quickly as possible.

“Are you done with your fries?” you ask, as Connor looks down at the untouched basket.

“Yes, thank you.”

You don’t even look into the waste of 2 dollars as you speed walk to the trash can and dump it full of everything. Then you hop across the street, Connor right behind you.

Getting back into Hank’s car makes you roll your eyes. It’s not that you’re mad with Connor anymore so much- not that you would describe the feeling as mad in the first place. You’re not even sure you’re ‘mad’ at Hank so much anymore. It’s more like you’re in the area that you previously had a yelling match in, so all that energy is still there. So stupid.

“Hey, you two,” Hank greets, though to you it sounds condescending.

“Hello,” Connor chirps back.

You just shoot Hank a glare.

“How was lunch?” The old man prompts, holding your eye contact knowingly the entire time.

“It was fine,” you tell him.

“Fine?”

“Yeah,” you practically seethe. “Just fine.”

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You stay in your house for another two days. Sleeping has become far more difficult, though you’d never openly admit it. Hank can see it in your face. There’s dark circles under your eyes, far more noticeable than before. Your eyes are dragging themselves down, along with the rest of your body which seems to be in a constant slump.

You’re like a zombie. You’re just carrying yourself around, mindlessly doing your tasks while you try not to nod off at work. Hank hasn’t said anything. He just watches you from afar, not knowing how to apologize because he’s never been able to pull himself into one.

Connor hasn’t said anything either. Hank’s pet has continued his daily routines around the precinct, going where he’s told and sitting on the other side of the older man. You haven’t been observing them much lately. Been a bit too preoccupied with the threat of sleep paralysis to do anything that you find matters in a social sense.

Carla’s case is still open. Her boyfriend is still out there, watching and waiting. Maybe for you. Maybe for some other innocent woman. You keep picturing him towering over you, his shoulders looming, strong jaw twitching with anger. Those masculine brows, defined with the intent to strike at you. Kill you, like your old friend.

Finally, on the fourth day of little to know sleep, you fell asleep at your desk. Completely zonked out, your head slumped against the surface, squishing your cheek in the process. Connor jumped up from his seat, Hank following shortly after. But there was no threat, you were simply resting. Once the two realized this, they calmed a little. Hank opted to send Connor over to you to check you out, crossing his arms as he got ready to observe.

The Android creeps over. Your breathing is steady. So is your heartrate. You’re not in shock or anything at all. You’re not even hurt.

“Y/N?” he prompts lightly, now crouched to be close enough to your ear so he can whisper. His chocolate eyes glance around the precinct, looking for anyone who might have noticed you to try and save you some embarrassment. Then he glances towards the Captain in his office, and he knows he has to hurry himself so you don’t get caught and reprimanded.

“Doctor L/N?”

No response. Connor looks back at Hank, who shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly with little help.

“Doctor L/N, you have to wake up,” he tells you, poking the back of your slumped shoulder.

You were asleep, yes, but apparently not very deeply. You stir from your slumber, raising your head and your mousy appearance to look over at Connor with confused eyes.

“What happened?” you strain, stretching. Connor detects a bit of drool on the corner of your lips.

“You fell asleep at work,” Connor explains slowly.

“I did?” you squint, obviously still out of it.

“You have... drool on your lips.”

You wipe the left corner. “The other side,” Connor gestures lightly to his own lips. “Yes. You got it.”

“Was I out for long?” you look around, adjusting to the so very bright lights of the building.

“No,” Connor answers in that sweet, sweet voice of his. “Maybe a minute, or two.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyes wandering around.

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That night, it rains.

Thunder echoes, with ripples of light from the lightning that bears across the sky like great claw hands.

You watch the view out your window from the middle of your bed for a long time. You’re curled up in a ball on the blankets, not even under them. You’re just there, watching the sky that reflects in your eyes.

A sudden stir in you gives you a change of heart. Something you can’t explain to the fullest extent, something not even I, the one in charge of relaying all that’s happening to you, could explain the exact feeling. It’s like the snapping of a rubber band at 2:15 in the morning.

You can’t stay in this apartment anymore. Not even two locks are enough to protect you. Not your kitchen knives, or the gun given to you from the department for self defense. None of it seems like enough, because all of those things are used after something happens. They don’t prevent it.

You’re in a hurry. The comfiest pajamas you own are soaked in the salty rain water and protected only by the simplest of winter coats you own. It’s nice, though not appropriate for the current weather of course. Your hair gets drenched fast. Every individual drip that falls from the tip of your nose is felt, like you’re more hyperaware than usual.

Now you’ve arrived at a house. A one story, fairly inexpensive home with a garage and recognizable old car out front. As you approach, you can already hear the barking of a dog, see a neighbor turn their lights on briefly to observe you, and feel the shivering of your knuckles as they tap on the door sporadically.

Come on, Hank, you think. Please protect me. Please do this for me.

And, believe me, Hank Anderson would’ve done it had he been awake. But he hadn’t been, and so he didn’t answer the door. Instead, the door swings open, and inside you see an Android.

A tall one, with soft facial features. He has long, dark eyelashes framing dark eyes, surrounded by dark hair. He’s clean and clear cut, very put together. It’s Connor, Hank’s pet that you’ve never been able to get the hang of knowing. And he’s as shocked as you are.

Your drenched hair, shivering body, distant look in your eyes. Though, Connor’s unsure of how he would appear if he had to show up to anyone’s house at 2:34am. Probably unwell. Probably a little bit like you.

“Doctor L/N,” he says, though it seems mostly to himself. His parched lips barely move, though you notice how pink they look in comparison to everything else right now.

“Can I come in?”

Connor is still for a few seconds, obviously still processing your appearance. For what, you don’t know. Must’ve been one of the few things he’s simply unable to calculate. But then he moves himself to the side, and you carry yourself in.

As soon as the door closes behind you, everything is so much warmer. You haven’t been to Hank’s place in months, but it still feels as homey as it did before. It’s cleaner than it was a year ago. There’s more pictures on the walls, more clutter lining the shelves. He’s starting to care about things again. That’s good.

“What are you doing here?” you suddenly ask, turning around to face Connor.

That’s right- what is he doing here? He and Hank couldn’t be living together, could they? Or is... or is it that Hank is pretending Connor is someone else, too?

Connor’s led goes yellow, then blue, then back to yellow. “Lieutenant Anderson has offered me a place to stay until I’m ready to go on myself,” he explains, though the way it looks at you makes it seem like Connor doesn’t want to tell you this. Like he feels the need to explain himself.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You wipe your face, smearing your leftover makeup from your eye with the rain water. It burns, but you can’t feel it over the cold. “I uh- um... I’ve been having trouble- trouble sleeping.”

Connor’s lips close, and he looks at you in understanding as you stand there, now feeling your own pressure of having to explain yourself.

“Just like... at my place I can’t- can’t sleep. Not a lot of it.”

Connor knows he shouldn’t, but it’s right there on the very tip of his tongue. It’s so close to just spilling out, until finally it does, all at once. He’s too curious to try and stop it. “Why?”

“I just- I can’t-”

You’re looking everywhere. The floor, the wall, covering your eyes with your arm or your hand, shifting back and forth between feet, making a soggy spot on the floor from your dripping clothes.

“Can’t sleep.”

When you look up to Connor again, you feel better. Still panicked, but like you’re not in trouble. His eyes are so soft. They’re so human, and comforting. He looks at you like he understands, and like he’s not upset. You can see why Hank would pretend he is who he is now. But there’s no one for you to pretend who Connor is. He’s just Connor. And he’s better than you.

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Connor lets you wear one of his sets of identical clothes. It’s a grey t-shirt and blue pajama pants. Your hair is still wet, but Connor doesn’t say anything. He lets you sit on the couch and watch one of Hank’s basketball recordings while he goes to make tea.

He brings it to you and sets it down on the coffee table in front, but like days ago, you can’t bring yourself to touch it. Connor’s made himself a cup too, but doesn’t drink it. It’s deadly silent, the only light coming from the faint glow of the tv, the only sound coming from the biases of those annoying sports commentators.

“Connor?” you whisper hoarsely, turning your body to face him.

He looks over at you, at full attention. Such a soft boy.

“Do you think I’m afraid of anything?”

Connor’s led goes yellow. It flickers in circles until finally he says, “What do you mean, Y/N?”

You look down at your hands. “W-when I try to sleep, I see someone,” you say, not bearing to look at anyone from that gender for a moment. “He never leaves me alone. I feel like I- like I’m seeing this thing everywhere. I can’t avoid it. It won’t leave me alone.”

“What is it?” Connor prods gently, leaning in in that innocent, but curious way he does.

You open your mouth like you’re going to answer, but then your mouth goes dry. Instead, you just shrug your shoulders in a weak attempt of lying.

“Um... why are you still awake?” you ask instead.

“Androids don’t need to sleep,” Connor explains to you. “We just power down to conserve energy, but I don’t need as much as others.”

A light puff of air escapes your nose in time with the flickering of the corners of your lips. “Sounds like you’re bragging,” you tease for a second.

Then it goes quiet.

“I don’t think you’re scared of anything,” you hear Connor’s voice say clearly. “At least, not that I’ve seen. You’re very diligent in your work.”

You take the compliment. It warms your chest for a moment, but the pit inside you is not so easily gotten rid of.

Your nails scrape against each other, breaking while you pick at one of your index fingers. ��I think I have like... this fear of men. Fear of something.”

Connor’s led goes yellow.

“Androphobia, also known as the fear of male presences, affects nearly one third of the current female population.”

Connor watches you continue to pick at your nails. The memory of you standing at the door step, shivering like a kitten, drowning in the rain water stays on his mind. “Is this what you think you have, Y/N?” he asks, though this time it’s far more soft.

It sounds like he really cares.

You look up to him, your eyes glossing over from stress and the incoming wave of tears you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I can assure you, Doctor L/N, you are safe here,” Connor continues, holding eye contact as he speaks. “I won’t let any kind of harm get to you.”

The tears in your eyes seem less violent now. Like they’re disappearing already. And that’s how the story ends, in fact. With you, looking up at Connor, seated on Hank’s couch with your hair dripping around you- him promising not to hurt you. It ends on the silence that follows, right between the stare the two of you share.

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This is the first thing I’ve proof read. Also one of the longest things I’ve written somehow? It was fun. I apologize for any mistakes as English is not my first language.

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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Part 1 Wanda x Reader

Summary: You bump into Wanda Maximoff at a grocery store. Wouldn’t be a problem if either of you were anyone else but you two were no ordinary people.

You would think having the ability to take anyone’s power would be awesome. It’s not.

With a simple touch, you could take any person with special abilities’ special powers from them. You figured this out in grade school when you high-fived one of your friends for the first time. Suddenly you could see through walls. That same year, you figured out they could take those powers back.

A few years later you found out they could only take those powers back if they wanted them. You tried giving someone their invisibility back but they would not have it. Now you are stuck with it. You are stuck with a few others too, like walking through walls and mimicking voices. Those you got from random strangers on the street.

Obviously, you tried to give them back. You wouldn’t take what isn’t yours, but it was an impossible task. Finding a stranger you bumped into in New York is kind of hard.

You’ve tried passing off powers to other people but it never worked. You could only return them to the person who gave them to you. To give them back, all you had to do was touch them again and they had to want the powers back. It was that simple.

So when you bump into Wanda Maximoff at the grocery store, things get a little complicated.

You’ve made a friend recently who turns out to be Sokovian. Seeing as his birthday is coming up, you thought it would be cool to cook him a traditional Sokovian meal. A few searches on Google and you print out a list of what you need.

You leave to the nearest store that would have all you need. You check off your list, heading toward the aisle of spices. You finally find the one the recipe calls for and lucky for you, it’s the last one. You reach for it but you feel someone else’s hand touching yours, reaching for the same thing.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. You look at the woman who is standing really close to you for a stranger. She has intense green eyes, you notice. She pulls her hand away.

“It’s alright,” you say.

“Was that the last one?” she asks, awkwardly.

“It seems so,” you confirm. “But we can ask an employee if they have more somewhere?”

You flag down an employee two aisles down and ask. They shake their head and then tell you they won’t be getting more until next week. The woman with the green eyes sighs.

“We can split it,” you suggest. “I don’t need the whole thing. At least I don’t think so? I just need it to make a Sokovian dish that calls for it. I probably won’t be using it for anything else.”

“I don’t know. Sokovian food is delicious if I may say so. You’ll get a taste and might regret sharing this with a stranger,” she teases.

You smile and ask, “Oh, are you Sokovian?”

She nods and you add, “Well, then I insist on sharing it with you. Maybe you can actually give me a few tips on this recipe?”

“What are you making?” she asks you. You show her the recipe on your phone and she kindly shares some of her expertise which you’re grateful for. She follows you around the store making conversation as you grab the rest of what you need. Technically, you follow her around as she suggests you other stuff to add to the recipe.

You add a mini mason jar to your cart. You both head to pay and outside pour some of the spice into your mason jar and give her the rest of the bottle. You thank her for all the help and wish her a great day.

Wanda gets back to the tower in a positive mood. Everyone notices and asks her what happened. She replies that she just had a nice interaction with a stranger and it made her day.

Though her day was made, the rest of her week was hell. She doesn’t know what is wrong with her. Her powers have been failing her. She doesn’t understand. At first she thinks it’s just the more difficult things she can’t do but then she notices how no one’s thoughts appear in her head. It’s quiet. She only hears her own.

Something was definitely wrong.

You thought you were imagining things but after guessing what your friends’ were thinking for the umpteenth time, you knew you had taken someone else’s power.

You don’t think it’s too bad at first. Only your friends’ heavy thoughts made their way into your head. Unfortunately, some of those thoughts you can never unhear again.

The problem comes when you go to the library for the first time with this new power. The library is hell. It’s full of people who are just thinking loudly. See in public, there are people who are thinking loudly of course, but there are more people distracted and speaking without thinking, which you never thought you would be so grateful for.

You don’t last in the library for very long. So libraries are on your list of places to avoid. Soon, movie theaters are also on that list and then so are museums. Any place where people are meant to be quiet is where it’s loudest in your head.

You wish you knew who you touched to get these powers. You begin to think back at everyone the past few weeks that you might have had direct contact with. A hand you shook or an arm you bumped into. You’ve always been cautious about your surroundings so these things wouldn’t happen.

Everyone you greeted at your Sokovian friend’s party you’ve greeted before. No one was new there. The Sokovian at the store!

Damn it. You never got her name or anything. Maybe you’ll encounter her at the store again. The next few days, you spend hours at the same store. People begin to think you’re an employee and you almost feel like one, knowing exactly where everything is from spending so much time there.

You’ve even made plans with one employee to go hangout. But no green eyed Sokovian makes an appearance.

Three weeks you have this power when you find that not only can you read people’s thoughts, but you hold things without actually touching them. It happens when you drop something in the kitchen. You reach for it to catch it before it hits the floor but it’s nowhere near your grasp. However, it never hits the floor.

You then notice a red mist-like substance coming from your hands floating in the direction of the object. You see that it’s holding it up. After that, you start practicing with random things around your apartment. You begin with lighter things, thinking you would only be able to hold weight that you could in your actual arms, but it is not so.

You work your way up to lifting your car in the air and in that same moment you learn you could do multiple things like lifting your car and replacing the flat tire.

Two months with these abilities and you feel you start getting the hang of it. You still can’t go to the library. You’ve tried again but the voices are too loud. You still go to the store where you met the woman that unintentionally gifted you these powers to try and return them. She seemed like a decent person and you don’t know what she used these powers for. Maybe she needs them.

You still have yet to find her.

Wanda hasn’t been on a mission in three months. Instead, Bruce has been poking and prodding her with needles and running countless tests trying to figure out what happened with her powers. Three weeks ago she began to go to a therapist because Steve thought it might be a mental block of some sort that she had to work through.

Though therapy was doing wonders for her, they weren’t getting her anywhere near having her powers back. Bruce’s tests weren’t helpful either. She’s been stuck in the tower for three months and her days have never felt so repetitive until now- train, go to therapy, undergo tests. Rinse and repeat.

The media had begun to notice as well. She turns to another TV channel where the news anchor asks “Where is Wanda Maximoff?” as if she’s disappeared from the face of the earth. In a way she has.

Fortunately for her, you are watching that same channel. You are cooking dinner and have the television channel on for background noise. You hear them talking about the Avengers. They’ve never been of much interest to you, although they should be seeing as though you live in the same city and something is always going down here because of that reason.

“For those who have been living under a rock,” the new anchor starts, “Wanda Maximoff is one of the newer additions to the Avengers.”

“She’s the one with the red magic, isn’t she?” the co-anchor asks. That grabs your attention. You turn to look at the screen. “That’s right. She joined about a year ago after the fall of Sokovia.”

That had to be a coincidence, right?

“She hasn’t been reported to be on any missions the last three months,” the reporter continues. That definitely couldn’t be a coincidence, you think, counting back the time you’ve attained these powers.

“Here is a clip of Maximoff using her magic to save diplomats at the embassy five months ago when…” You don’t hear the rest as you watch the clip play.

It’s the green eyed Sokovian who helped you out at the market. Your suspicions about it being her who had these powers were correct. You just didn’t think you took powers from an Avenger. Someone who definitely needs these powers to do her job and save people like the clip shows. Shit.

You smell the food you’re cooking burning.

“Shit!”

Wanda pounds her hand on the mat. Sweat clings onto her shirt. She’s tired and out of breath.

“Again,” Nat commands. Wanda huffs and stands up, getting back into her fighting pose. She takes a swing that the Black Widow easily dodges. Not two moves later, she hits the mat again.

“Again,” Nat repeats.

“Natasha, give the kid a break,” Steve says, watching from the side.

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures him.

Natasha explains, “If therapy and tests aren’t working, maybe self defense will.”

Steve seems doubtful but allows it. They really need Wanda to work through whatever is blocking her from using her powers. He winces seeing Wanda hit the mat.

“Again.”

“I’ve told you for the millionth time. My name is Y/N L/N and I need to speak to Wanda Maximoff. Or any of the Avengers, really. Or even one of their assistants or something. It’s vital,” you try helplessly.

“Unless you have clearance, I can’t let you up,” the guy at the desk says to you for what feels like the hundredth time. You’ve been coming in the past few days trying to get someone to let you see Wanda.

“Look, it’s really important. Can’t you, like, give her a message or something?” You’re desperate at this point. He laughs.

“Ah, yes, let me just text her real quick. ‘hey Wanda. It’s that one guy you said hello to once downstairs. There’s some girl here that needs to talk to you’,” he acts out sarcastically, which you do not find amusing.

“Listen, buddy. If you do me this favor and get your boss or whoever can give me clearance to see her, I promise she’ll be so grateful for you helping me get to her that she’ll come and thank you herself,” you vow.

“I can’t help you, Miss. Now please go or I’ll have to call security,” he warns.

You rub your temple in frustration. “Fine. There’s no need for that...Michael,” you read his name. “I’m going.”

You turn around as if to head for the door but then do a 180 and sprint past a security guard who shouts at you to stop. You make your way for the elevators as the security guard runs after you. You press the button for the elevators but you notice they’re nowhere near the ground floor.

The security catches up to you and in panic, you push him away with Wanda’s powers. He goes sliding across the floor and you bolt for the stairs.

You don’t even know which floor you would find Wanda in but you assume it would be somewhere up top. You begin your ascend. You reach the fourth floor and realize you should start using the StairMaster at the gym. You hear multiple security guards quickly making their way to you. You panic and walk through the wall, not knowing what was on the other side.

You’re in some kind of engineering lab. You don’t think anyone saw you walk through the wall, so you try to act casual and stroll through the lab trying to find an exit. Then you hear someone call you. “Hey, you.”

You ignore them and act like you didn’t hear. They tell you to stop walking, loud enough that you can’t ignore it. You turn around to see a woman in a lab coat. She asks, “You’re not allowed on this floor. Who let you up here?”

“Oh, uh. Michael sent me,” you lie. “Sorry, I’m new. I must have gotten off on the wrong floor. Maybe you could help me find my way?”

“Where are you meant to be working?” she inquires and you’re stuck not knowing anything about the Stark Tower or Avengers Tower, whatever it’s called.

“The lab,” you say. Your vague answer obviously creates another question. “What lab?”

“They haven’t told me yet? I’m not actually working in the labs. I’m doing more secretarial duties, taking notes and scheduling stuff.”

“For whom?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you. You can feel her catching onto you and it’s the only reason why you try this.

“For the big guy, obviously,” you say and then focus really hard trying to read her mind, hoping that a name will pop up in her head. Did Bruce get an assistant? You smile. “Bruce.”

“Well then you are way off. He’s usually working on the 87th floor,” she tells you.

“Well, thank god there’s an elevator,” you chuckle nervously, pointing behind you. “Well, I should get going before I’m any later. You turn around confidently but as you walk away she stops you once more. You think you got caught but she says, “Elevators are that way.”

She points to the opposite way you came from. You laugh to play off your mistake, “Duh. Sorry, the lab is so big. Thanks.”

You head the right way. You speed walk to the elevators and then jog when you hear a rougher voice telling you to stop. “She’s on the fourth floor.”

You assume they spoke into their walkie, and you know you don't have much time before they catch you. You think quickly. You can’t make your way to the elevator because then obviously they’ll just stop the elevators. You don’t want to walk through a wall; the dangers of that are extreme given this is Stark Tower. You could accidentally walk into an ongoing experiment.

You had to hide. And suddenly, you had the perfect plan.

The security guard runs to you. He thinks you’re running for the elevator but then you turn before you get there. He sees you dive behind some clunky machine, presumably to hide behind. You clearly never have won a game of hide and seek in your life, he thinks as he goes around the machine to catch you.

He’s left utterly confused when you aren’t there. The only trace of you are your clothes down to underwear on the floor. Four other guards make it to the floor. One asks him, “Where is she?”

He doesn’t know how to answer. “She was right here. Search the floor. She’s hiding and I think she’s naked.”

They disperse taking your clothes with them. You let out a breath of relief at not getting caught but then mentally curse that they took your clothes. You still haven’t learned how to make other things invisible yet. You never really used this power. Maybe you should start practicing.

You hustle your naked ass to the elevators, feeling incredibly exposed even though you know no one can actually see you. You press the elevator button and wait impatiently. It dings and opens.

“The elevators!” You hear one of the guards yell. Two run your way as you step into the car. You put all your energy into staying invisible. It would be really awkward if you were suddenly exposed. You hold your breath when one of them looks in the elevator. You keep yourself in the corner furthest away from them. In their eyes, there is no one in the elevator.

“She’s not here.” They leave and the doors close. You click the button for the 87th floor.

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This will probably have 3 parts.

#wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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how they react when you walk in covered in blood and carrying a gun ~ mcu

request?: no

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and violence

masterlist (one, two)

*only using the og six plus bucky, wanda and loki because there’s way too many marvel characters rn; also based off of a tiktok by anniedvorak!*

BRUCE BANNER/HULK:

The last person you expected to see when you entered Thor’s room on Sakaar with the intentions of saving him was your boyfriend, Bruce. He had been lost for so long, you had let your heart let go of him. But there he was, stood with a cloth wrapped around his waist after having turned back from the Hulk.

You were tempted to walk back out. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted Bruce to see you - an alien gun in hand and blood splattered over your face and clothes. But it was too late, he was already looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N),” he said, turning to approach you but stopping halfway. You weren’t sure if he had stopped because of the blood or because he was still technically naked. “What are you...what did you...?”

“I’m trying to save Thor,” you responded. “Listen, we don’t have much time. I can explain everything once all of us are off of this planet. Put some pants on, we’re getting out of here.”

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BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER:

You walked in after a surprise run in with the Flag Smashers. Bucky already looked about ready to kill someone, but when you walked through the door of Zemo’s apartment, blood covering your face and your gun clutched tightly in your hand, his face turned red with anger.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.

“Flag Smashers,” you breathed in response.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Bucky hissed, abandoning his drink on the counter and making his way to the door.

You put a hand up to stop him. “I think that ship has sailed. This isn’t all my blood.”

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his face softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need a shower, and maybe a visit to a hospital or something. They hit me pretty hard, I think I have some bruised ribs or something.”

He kissed your forehead and took your gun from your still shaking hands. Once it was safely put aside, he brought you into the bathroom to help you bathe and to start dressing your wounds.

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CLINT BARTON/HAWEYE:

You were extremely lucky that Clint worked with someone like Natasha regularly, or else he would’ve been much more concerned when you arrived home from work covered in blood and still carrying you gun. He barley looked up from the TV as you walked through the door, immediately racing for your bedroom so you could shower and change.

“Hard day at work?” he called as you passed by.

“That last target they sent me after put up a hell of a fight,” you responded. “By the time I finally got him, I realized how late it was and rushed home immediately. I’m glad S.H.I.E.L.D issues those SUVs with the tinted windows or else I definitely would’ve been pulled over for suspicious activity.”

Clint chuckled and rose from his seat. He walked into your shared bedroom as you were pulling off you bloodstained clothes and throwing them into a pile to be tossed out eventually. His eyes raked over your body as you looked up at him.

“Red looks good on you,” he said, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

“That’s gross,” you teased. “You’re gross. Just for that, you can’t shower with me.”

He groaned as you walked into the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow you in.

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LOKI:

The sly smirk on Loki’s face was enough to almost rid you of the annoyance you felt after what you just had to do. Almost.

You walked up to the panel that controlled his glass cage. You could’ve easily figured out how to deal with it, but instead you shot the control panel. Sparks flew from it before Loki’s prison sprung open.

“Seems like a bit of overkill,” he commented.

“Shut it,” you hissed. “You told me it was going to be easy to break you out. You failed to mention the entire team of guards that were watching this room, and, oh yeah, the team of super humans that were assembled to face you?!”

Loki walked free of his cage, taking a dramatic deep breath before smiling to himself. “Well, doesn’t seem like you had an issue with them, as I knew you wouldn’t.”

He approached you, arms out as if he were going to hug you and try to kiss you. You poked his stomach with the barrel of your gun, glaring up at him.

“Come one step closer and we see how much damage a mortal weapon can do to a God.”

Loki put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you a fair distance away to heed your warning. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper warning. Thank you for freeing me, I do appreciate it.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and smiled a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”

“You’re doing all the work this time.”

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NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW:

It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t know where else to go. Natasha had always warned you about the Red Room, and you were so stupid to not listen to her.

Now you were stood on her doorstep, covered in blood that wasn’t yours, your gun dangling from your hand as you wished to drop it but also too scared to let it go. It was what Natasha looked at first when she opened the door - the gun, then to your blood covered face.

“Put the gun down,” she said, her voice calmer than you expected.

You gratefully allowed her to take it from your hand as you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. She pulled you in for a hug, where you started to sob on her shoulder. She took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t followed before bringing you into her house.

“Go get cleaned up,” she told you. “We’ll figure out your next step together.”

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STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA:

You showed up to Sam’s shortly after Steve had brought Natasha. You could barley keep yourself up, the fight had taken everything out of you. You were sure Sam was going to turn you away - you were a stranger showing up on his doorstep covered in blood with a gun in your hand. You were pleasantly shocked when he stepped aside and told you where to find Steve.

Poor Steve. He was already trying to help Natasha, who had been in the same situation as you just with a lot less blood. She was resting when you walked in, dazed and just wanting to also rest.

He was up in seconds, reaching out to wrap you in his arms despite the blood covering you.

“The Winter Soldier is one mean fucker,” you breathed, resting your head against Steve’s chest. “I think he finally got wore out and ran off. Unfortunately, I was wore out about an hour before he was, but I kept going.”

“You should’ve given up long ago, honey,” he said.

“I’m not a pussy,” you said with a slight laugh. “Although I am starting to succumb to the pain.”

He picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom where he helped you to rinse the blood off of your body so you could finally rest.

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THOR:

It was a side of you that Thor had never seen before. He had lost you during the battle in Sokovia and was expecting the worst when he couldn’t get you over the coms. When you showed back up to jet, blood covering your tired looking face, he was overjoyed to see you were alright, but also a little shocked by your appearance.

“Those fuckers really thought they had me,” you said, a half laugh bubbling on your lips. “They were a little shocked when I got the upper hand on them. Even more shocked when I shot them dead.”

“I was worried for you, (Y/N),” Thor said, cupping your face in his hands as he approached you. “I truly thought they had taken you from me.”

You smirked up at him. “You really have no faith in me at all them, do you? Or you just underestimate me. I’m a little offended on both accounts, though.”

Thor smiled back at you. “Of course, I would never doubt you. Just a bit of fear is all.”

“When you two are done being gross,” came Tony’s voice from inside the jet, “we’d like to get back to the tower. I think (Y/N) needs a shower and a fresh change of clothes more than anything.”

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TONY STARK/IRON MAN:

“Miss (Y/L/N) incoming Mr. Stark.”

“Tell her to come back at another time, J.A.R.V.I.S, I’m busy right now.”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir.”

Tony looked up to see you walking through the door to his lab, your body trembling as you clutched the gun tightly in your hand. There was a splatter of blood over your shirt and some on your face. You looked up at him, looking like a helpless child.

He quickly walked over to you, his hand automatically reaching for the gun. You gladly let him take it, feeling like a weight had been lifted the moment the weapon was out of your hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I-I was attacked at-at home,” you stuttered. “I don’t know how they got in, I don’t know who they were. I walked into my house and was blindsided by these two men trying to attack me. I got the gun out of the hands of one of them and I...I...”

Your hands moved to mimic the action of shooting your attackers, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to say you had done it. You didn’t want to admit to having shot anyone, even if it was in self defense.

Tony placed the gun aside and took you into his arms. You stopped fighting against the lump that had formed in your throat and began to sob into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair, calming you down.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothingly. “It’s alright. I got you now. I won’t let anyone else try to hurt you.”

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WANDA MAXIMOFF/SCARLETT WITCH:

You didn’t think of Tommy and Billy. You didn’t think about the perfect neighborhood Wanda had created. You didn’t even think about Vision, or the version of Vision she had created. Your only thoughts were getting to Wanda before Hayward and his people could.

She was horrified when she opened the door. Of course she was; you were stood at her doorstep, a ghost from the life she wanted to forget, holding a gun with blood splattered on your face.

“You have to get out of here,” you said before she could speak. “You have to break down that boarder and you need to get out of here now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice still in its sitcom mode. “Please leave before I call the police.”

You grabbed hold of her shoulders before she could walk away, startling her.

“Wanda, you have to listen to me. You know what’s happening here because you are controlling it all. I know that, everyone outside the Hex knows that. Including the S.W.O.R.D director Hayward, who is trying to break through your barrier right now to kill you. I know you don’t want to lose this perfect life you’ve made, but your are in real danger. You need to get out of here.”

It seemed like she was understanding. A hurt look passed over her face as she turned to look into the house where her perfect family was likely residing. She took a deep breath and turned back to you.

“Let’s go.”

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