#muc fanfiction

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Milo X Reader: Eternal

This was a request @davrosfan23

Warnings: stealing, drinking blood, description of puncture wounds, death, dead people, blood.

Word Count: 2,2K

You feared a lot of things but death frightened you the most. You dealt with death on a daily basis. It was an unfortunate consequence of your profession. Nurses helped save lives but they also had to witness a lot of deaths during their careers. Your fear had been the reason you’d started researching vampirism in the first place. It had started out as a joke, something to help you pass the time. Something to give you hope. But soon enough it turned into a hobby. And then it became an obsession. You’d read every single literature that had been published. You’d exhausted every single web source and had even published some papers about the subject. It was safe to say you’d become an expert on vampirism. So when you flipped on the news and heard the words “the bodies were drained of their blood” you knew exactly what was going on. 

You’d stumbled into work that day, your body shaking in excitement while your mind tried to compute that this was actually real. You managed to sneak into the morgue of the hospital and find the body of the victim.

“Sorry about this.”

The corpse hardly seemed to mind your presence but you still felt like you should apologize for the intrusion. You leaned down, eyes glancing at the puncture wounds on the victims neck. There were two small holes, just like you’d imagined there would be. You placed the body back to its original position and went back to work like nothing had happened. That night you poured over the news, searching for every smidge of information you would find on the culprit. If there was really a vampire on the loose you needed to find them. 

Days passed and you heard nothing about any new victims. The people who arrived at the hospital were all suffering from normal injuries. Well, as normal as you could expect at a hospital. You had started to think your vampire had gone into hiding or perhaps they’d gotten control of their hunger. Both of those options didn’t benefit you in any manner. It would be much easier to get a starved monster to turn you than it would be to convince one who had already developed some sort of control. You were about to give up when there was another attack. You cursed yourself for having the day shift on the day it happened. But despite not being there when it occurred the attack had given you a clue about the culprit. They had access to the lower levels of the hospital. Which didn’t narrow it down all that much but it helped. You also knew that Dr. Micheal had been on the ship where the first bodies had been found and despite people thinking he was responsible for this more recent attack, something told you he wasn’t guilty. 

You’b been analyzing possible culprits for hours now. Your brain was starting to hurt and your eyes were growing tired.

“Okay break time.”

You walked to the nearest bar deciding that maybe getting some alcohol in your system might help you relax and get your brain back up and running. You were sitting on a stool of the bar, sipping your beverage absentmindedly, when the commotion started. You heard the raised voices to your left causing you to turn your head in that direction. There was a group of men surrounding a young woman. You observed the men, not recognizing them until your eyes fell on a particular one. You recognized Milo due to his visits to Micheals lab from time to time. You remembered him walking past the nurses station. Your eyes trailed down to where you were used to seeing his cane but it wasn’t there. You glanced up again, your eyes finally focusing on the way Milo looked. He seemed much stronger than the last time you’d seen him. You continued to watch the conversation, eyes glued to Milo's features. And boy were you glad you’d decided to focus on his face because the moment his features shifted before your eyes you knew you were looking at your vampire. You nearly fell out of your chair as the realization hit you. Once you'd managed to climb off the stool and make your way through the crowd you’d already lost sight of him. You let out a defeated sigh returning to the bar and ordering another drink. 

You spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how you’d get Milo to come to you. Eventually you got sick of the bar and decided to call it a night. You almost made it to your apartment when a scream cut through the silent street. Your body perked up at the noise. Before you could even realize what you were doing your feet were already on the move. You raced in the direction of the sound, eyes moving to look up at the sky in search of any movement. You wouldn’t have noticed the bodies if it weren’t for the smell of blood. You stared at the three corpses slumped in front of the bar you had just been at. A sudden gust of wind made you look up just in time to see Milo jump from one roof to the other. This was it. This was your moment.

You raced back to your apartment fumbling with the keys in desperation as you tried to open the door. You went directly to the small fridge hidden in the closet. You grabbed two bags of blood before rushing back out into the street. For the last few days you’d started stealing blood bags from the hospital. You never took too much, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You just grabbed enough to have in case your plan worked. You didn’t want to be caught unprepared if you somehow managed to get yourself turned. You’d never been more glad for your overthinking. 

Climbing up the fire escape proved to be more complicated than you had anticipated. For some reason the landlord of the building had never taken care of the stairs which meant they cracked and clanged with every move. Still you managed to get to the roof in one piece and without spilling any of the blood. You stood in the middle of the roof, your eyes searching for any movement before grabbing the switchblade you’d put into your pocket. You cut open one of the bags, dipping your hand in the substance and smearing it against your neck. You applied a generous amount of blood to your body before spreading the rest in a circle around you.  

Now all you had to do was wait. 

The smell of blood was overpowering but you knew that was a good thing. If you wanted to draw Milos attention he had to be able to smell it from far away. You glanced at your watch impatiently.

“What the hell is taking him so long.”

“Well that's a first.”

Your head snapped at the sound of his voice. Goosebumps covered your body as you stared at him. You watched Milo make his way to you slowly. His features weren’t the way they normally were. There was a slightly monstrous look to them.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I can see that.”

 Milo looked you up and down letting out a small hum of approval.

“The question is why?”

Your breath caught in your throat as Milo came closer to you, his face inches from yours.  Gosh he was handsome. 

“This isn’t yours.”

You knew he was referring to the blood. 

“No it’s not.”

“You must be crazy then.”

“I consider myself more of an admirer actually.”

“Is that so?”

There was actual surprise in Milo's face. Was he not used to people wanting him?

“I’ve been searching for you.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

Why had you been searching for him? Had it only been about becoming immortal? Or was there more to it? Could it have been because the thought of spending eternity with someone excited you? You hadn’t been opposed to the idea once you realized who the vampire was. Milo was a very attractive man and something about him made butterflies appear in your stomach. 

“I’m waiting.”

“Sorry. I want to be like you.”

The hand that had wrapped itself around your arm withdrew for a moment. You almost screamed at the lack of contact. Milo looked at you in silence. You could tell there were a million thoughts running through his head.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“It's okay. I do.”

“What are you? Some sort of fanatic?”

“I’d like to consider myself more of an enthusiast.”

Milo laughed at your words, his hand going back to where he’d placed before. 

“Well alrighty then. I’ll turn you. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Leave me alone.”

You gave him a puzzled look. 

“I can’t be stuck babysitting you. I’ve got my own shit to deal with.”

You felt like someone had just plunged a blade into your heart. Was he really that revolted by you? Milo watched your face change from sadness to anger then to acceptance. 

“Fine.”

“Great.”

Milo leaned down, his tongue lapping at the half dried blood that clung onto your skin. You closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he wished. Your hands found their way onto Milo's shoulders as he continued to lick at your skin. Once he seemed satisfied with his work his lips moved to the vein in your neck. You felt the tips of his fangs puncture your skin, a small groan leaving your lips. You could feel the blood leaving your body. Milo's grip on you became even harsher than it had been before. It was then that you realized you’d just given a starved lion a juicy steak.  Getting him off wasn’t going to be easy but you were up for the challenge. You let Milo drink your blood for a while before grasping his hair in your hands. Once you’d started to feel faint you tugged at Milos' hair with all your strength. Despite being much stronger than you, Milo unlatched from your neck when you tugged at his hair. You eyes met his crazed ones for a moment before leaning forward and capturing his lips in yours. You felt Milo's body stiffen. Before he managed to push you away you bit into his lip as strong as you could. You felt the metallic taste of blood fill your lips. You could only hope that it was enough. Milo pushed you off him, his hand going to the gash on his lips.

“What the hell man!”

“I’m sorry it was the only way for me to-”

“You're crazy.”

With that Milo raced to the edge of the roof and jumped.

“Milo wait!”

You went after him. Your body felt strange and your legs wobbled as you tried to run but you managed to get to the edge. You hopped up on the ledge.

“Don’t leave me!”

Your body felt as light as a feather and your vision was starting to get blurry. Before you knew it your body sagged forward. You were falling. You closed your eyes as death came to greet you. The irony of the situation didn’t go missed by you. The last thing you felt before your demise was the feeling of cold metal beneath you. And then you were gone.

Darkness surrounded you. Was this what happened after death? Just a pool of nothingness? Kind of disappointing. You glanced around, searching for something other than pitch black. You’d almost given up when you heard something. The sound was far away but you could still hear it. 

“Mister?”

You blinked your eyes as the harsh light of the street lamp came into view. You groaned, trying to get up.

“Hey mister you should probably stay still. The ambulance will be here any second.”

You glanced at the person talking to you. Your eyes widened as you realized you could hear their heartbeat. Your throat felt raw. It was like you hadn't had anything to drink in years. And your stomach. Good lord. Your stomach ached in a way you’d never felt before. You took a deep breath in as you managed to sit up.

“It’s a miracle you survived the fall.”

You could hear the person talking to you but you couldn’t focus on the words. Your nose had gotten a whiff of blood and your mouth had started to salivate. You turned to look at the person beside you.

“And don’t even worry about the car. I’m just glad you’re alright. 

You felt the muscles in your face shift as you watched the person's eyes widen. 

“What the he-”

Before they’d even managed to get the rest out you pounced. Your fangs grew as you opened your mouth. You sank your teeth into the person's neck, cutting off their scream as you finally got a taste of what your body so desperately craved.  You felt their body sag into the ground as you drank them dry. Once there wasn’t any more blood you unlatched yourself from their corpse. You looked up at the moon and grinned. Your body had never felt stronger. You felt invincible. No. You were invincible. A strangled laugh made its way out of your lips.

“Eternal at last.”

#morbius marvel #dr micheal morbius #morbius x reader #milo x reader #milo morbius #mcu #muc fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel mobius #Micheal Morbius

[thegaangneedstherapy]

ZUKKA FANFIC TIME

Ashes Denote

A mishap in the Spirit World sends Sokka jumping worlds.

He finds Zuko every time.

A gust of violent wind rattles them. Dry snow, like dust and stars, swirls in an eddy around Sokka’s head.

“Sokka!” The wind swallows most of Aang’s voice. He must be shouting, but it sounds more like a whisper

Sokka pushes his hands in front of him, as if he could somehow drive away the storm of spirits

He can’t, of course.

The light floods across his world and crashes over him and drags him down, down to the bottom of a place that he can only think of as the ocean. But it’s not; it can’t be.

Here, Sokka floats.

#atla #zukka #avatar the last airbender #zuko #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #zukka fic rec #fanfiction #sokka #zukka fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #this was so good and such a creative idea #recommend it so muc

[daisymooonart]

I decided to make some bookcovers for this is about a stuffed bird by Bee_4. The landscapes and details of this fanfic are so clear and vivid in my head! It will go brrr in my head. For all time.

#daisymooon.bookcovers #daisymooon.graphics #daisymooon.art #I LVOE IT SO MUC #evil xisuma #this is about a stuffed bird #hermitcraft #you cant see it but the guy on the bridge is supposed to be mumbo #hes jumboing #dimensions are 512x800px #(wattpad cover size) #book cover #covers #bookcovers #fanfiction #fanfiction covers #fanfic covers #graphic design #made with canva #canva #wish i couldve gotten the weed car in ngl #mcyt #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Ahh so I’ve had brain cancer since Feb of 2019 (it’s come back 3 times and i just came home from the hospital yesterday so this is why I’m asking) but Quill has been a huge comfort character to me through this. I’ve always seen him as my older brother and imagining him being there for me (especially since his mom had what I have, probably hits him hard) had played a HUGE part in getting me through this. If it’s okay to ask, how do you think he would react fo his sister figure going through this- like how would be support her? (I know it’s weird to find so much comfort in a fictional character but he’s really helped me through this emotionally tbh)

Oh my god I am sooo sorry you're going through this, my grandpa has been dealing with bone cancer since 2015 and it's been rough for all of us. And hey there is NOTHING wrong with seeking comfort in a fictional character, we all do it here even I do it (though I have multiple comfort characters so it's all a debate of who I want to be my comfort character for that reason or day).

Okay so HC for a sister figure who is going through cancer let's see:

When it's the first time you get the brain tumor, he's first immediately hit with PTSD with his mom.

But he also knows that since you're still young, you're feeling absolutely terrified and can't do this alone.

So you can bet your ass that he is searching across the entire galaxy for the best doctors and medicine that will get rid of your cancer permanately.

When he does, he takes you to them and all it takes is a laser eye surgery like machine that targets the tumor and it goes away.

But a year passes and the tumor comes back.

Peter refuses to let this tumor take you away like it did his mom. You're his little sister and he can't let you suffer like this.

So he finds another set of doctors that suggest a microchip to be implanted that will help target any source of the tumor should it ever come back.

Peter asks you if it's what you want. But you don't trust a microchip because what if it short circuits and does something worse than merely malfunctioning.

With the microchip option off the table, the doctors then suggest a minor surgery that'll not only get rid of the tumor, but enhance your brain waves that'll help strength your body and can even attack any cancer cells that may develop in the future.

So you go with the surgery and Peter is right there with you holding your hand the entire time.

For awhile it seems to work, in fact you almost feel enhanced at your new strength. Even your intelligence seemed to be enhanced as you find yourself helping Rocket out with the ship a lot more than you usually did in the past.

But after 2 years after the surgery, the tumor comes back a third time and this time it's with avengance.

Peter is frantic, he's saved the galaxy multiple times. He defeated his own father who was a FREAKIN PLANET!! And helped defeat the Mad Titian Thanos, but he can't defeat a simple brain tumor!!

But what you tell him is, "It doesn't matter how many doctors I see, or what they'll do. It'll keep coming back".

"But I'm your brother! I've always seen you like my sister and I'm supposed to protect you!"

"Peter, you did everything humanly possible. Hell if we were back on Earth, there wouldn't be as many options as we've had here. But cancer is something that is purely universal that not even alien intelligence can beat."

"Isn't it supposed to be me that's comforting you, I mean this has came back on you three times already."

"I think you also need to know this so that you can heal from your experience with this."

Peter smiled at you and embraced you.

"What do you need from me?" he asks you.

"Not doctors, I just need you Pete."

"I'll do my best. But if I can't help you, then we're seeking professional help, deal?"

"Deal." you guys do your secret handshake with one another.

As promised, Peter is there for you.

On your good days he'll merely check up on you asking if there's any dizziness or pain.

And on your bad days, he'll make you as comfortable as possible.

There is no music playing, Drax, Rocket and Groot promised to keep their fighting noises down whenever your headaches grow too much.

If there's ever a time when your sight or hearing goes out, Peter is right there holding your hand squeezing it in code to assure you he's right there.

And you never have to be judged when your nausea hits hard and your vomiting your guts out.

Like a good brother, Peter is there to hold your hair back and rubbing your back in soothing circles.

He'll also try to make sure you're eating and drinking plenty of water. Even when you're not hungry, he at least keeps the food close by.

Even Drax saves you some of his Zarg-nuts.

Though the tumor can't be defeated, Peter knows you're still gonna try and fight it and he's gonna be right there for you win or lose.

Overall I see Peter trying to help you rid of this tumor because he already lost his mother and he wasn't able to do anything about it, but now he can. Even when the tumor keeps coming back, he'll keep fighting but also remember that day with his mom. Terrified and helpless, but no matter what he's there for you like any brother should be.

I wish you all the luck and fighting spirit for you my dear, having a cancer come back multiple times surely can't be easy on you or your family. But you've kept fighting my dear and you are a survivor!! NEVER. Lose that fighting spirit and hopefully one day you'll finally kick this tumor's ass and it'll see that you aren't worth taking down because YOU. ARE. A. SURVIVOR!!

So don't give up my dear, stay strong, always keep fighting, and know you've got support not only from your irl family but your tumblr family here. Good luck my dear!!!

#peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x teen reader #guardians of the galaxy imagine #guardians of the galaxy imagines #guardians of the galaxy fandom #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #gotg fanfic #gotg imagine #gotg imagines #gotg fanfiction #mcu oneshot #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu imagines #muc fanfic #mcu fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #peter quill imagine #peter quill imagines #peter quill fluff

[yellow-yarrow]

#i just want to say everyone can write whatever they want. i can also complain about whatever i want on my blog. ok #even 'random mlm ships' like titus and glen or the spreadfreaks or the book club have way fewer fanfictions. why do people love cops so muc #also the fandom looks at all these diverse characters and chooses the heterosexual cops #what is the appeal. i read some of these. feels like self insert from female writers who want to top jean

[redwingstan]

requesting rules!

What I Do:

-sfw - angst or fluff

-Headcannons (I LOVE DOING THESE)

-Requests that include a prompt/no prompt

-fem or gn reader

What I don't do:

-nsfw/smut

-extreme gore, suicide, verbal/physical assault, incest, etc

-character x character, character x oc, character x sibling!reader

Who I write for:

Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Namor, Loki, Thor, Torres, Clint Barton, Kingo

#redwingstan #sam wilson x reader #bucky x reader #namor x reader #loki x reader #joaquin torres x reader #clint barton x reader #thor x reader #muc x reader #mcu reader inserts #reader insert rules #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction

[wonderlandmind4]

Fanfiction is 100% canon in the MUC now. Thank you.

#the marvels #the marvels spoilers #MCU #fanfiction

[americanwh0resstuff]

You look good, open casket good…

Chapter I, from the earth to the morgue…

When Amy’s old uni flat mate, Ravi, offers her a job in the police department morgue, just till she gets on her feet. But how will she react when she finds out about the existence of zombies? Especially when one particular zombie is this charming?

What?? An actual fanfiction with multiple chapters???? Yep I’m gonna try my best here…

Word count: 1,083

From the earth to the morgue…

“Okay… so the new mortician is from England?”

Liv asked, quickly downing her brain smoothie, eyeing up Ravi before their new coworker arrived.

“Well, Scotland but close enough… you Americans and your geography…” he rolled his eyes and chuckled, polishing the currently empty autopsy tables, making sure the entire morgue was spotless.

“Remember our agreement. No brains in the kitchen when she’s around, she’s already stressed enough from the move, I don’t think she needs the pressure of a zombie ME on her back.”

Liv rolled her eyes and came back with “what if I blend them up? Cover them in breadcrumbs? What if-“ she was cut short by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Ravi!!!” The duo turned on their heels to see a short women, covered in tattoos and a few piercings, but that’s not what stood out.

Their eyes studied her, her pale skin, dark sunken eyes, white streaks in her black hair.

Ravi looked shocked.

“Amy, you’re a-“

“Still a goth yeah I know… it never really was a phase.” She laughed at her own joke, giggling oblivious to their concerns.

“Right, yep, still a goth…” Ravi collected himself and shot Liv a look, both slightly relieved that the new mortician was not in fact undead.

Amy felt slightly uncomfortable in the silence, looking between the two and taking a step forward, extending her hand to Liv.

“Hi I’m Amy, Ravi mentioned you! Said you’re an amazing colleague!” She smiled wide as she shook her hand. “Nice hair! I had bleached hair for a while but it’s such a hassle! That’s why I stick with the highlights, less maintenance! How do you get your so white!?”

“Oh I-well I was already a blonde so… you know, less…bleach?” Liv questioned her own answer, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m sorry I’m talking your ear off, so where do I start?”

•••

About a week passed and the famous duo turned to the famous trio, Amy’s dark jokes and bubbly personality contrasting her darker look quickly became a staple in the workplace. Her knowledge of true crime and disturbing facts always amused Clive, her and Liv would have many fun chats about fashion and makeup, and it never phased her when her personality would changed.

As for her and Ravi, they still got along as they did in uni, constantly playing pranks on Liv, joking around and fighting over style choices on the deceased, to which Clive always disapproved. ~”cut that out! Ravi let her do her work, she’s the mortician… and I don’t think anyone should take fashion advice from you… dead or alive.”~

“Okay guys I’m heading out for lunch, anyone want anything?” Amy asked, grabbing her bag and making sure she had her purse.

“We’re all good thanks!”

Ravi smiled at her and watched her turn and head out the bay door, waiting till she was out of site before pulling out his phone.

Liv looked at him puzzled. “What are you up to now?”

“Calling Blaine, he’s upstairs waiting on his weekly checkup, and I’m not letting him near Amy, he doesn’t need to annoy her like he annoys us”

She chuckled at his panicked voice and nodded in agreement, he was right, Blaine can be a huge pain in the ass, and the less people he annoys the better, plus knowing him, he’s never able to meet a woman without hitting on her.

“Hey there doctor! How are you doing on this fine day!” Ravi rolled his eyes upon hearing his voice, taunting him with the smug look on his face.

“Sit here and be quiet.” Blaine cocked his eyebrow at Liv.

“Snappy. Who’s brain did you eat?”

She scoffed and turned back to the kitchen, preparing her lunch while she could.

Since she didn’t have much time, she kept it simple, pure old brains in a cup of ramen.

Blaine sat down on the autopsy table, rolling up his sleeves for the blood pressure cuff, looking up at the ceiling as the inspection went on in silence.

Until…

“I’m such an idiot, got all the way to the bagel shop before I realised it was closed on Wednesdays!”

They all looked up to see their human coworker standing at the door, in a room with two zombies…

Liv looked at Ravi in panic mouthing “say something!”

“Oh-you’re back ear-“

Blaine cut him off.

“And who are you? Looks like you’re new to team Z?” He took a good look at her, taking in her pale skin and blonde streaks. Ravi poked him in the back and tried to cut him off.

“I’m Amy!” She said enthusiastically, always friendly…

“I’m sorry, Team what?”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he sat up straight

“So you’re human… is this a style choice or?” She looked at him slightly confused but laughed it off.

“Oh don’t go making vampire jokes, I heard enough of those in high school.” She smiled and walked towards him on the table.

“Blaine DeBeers, nice to meet you, you have the most beautiful eyes…” he grasped her hand.

He could practically feel Ravi and Livs eyes rolling and burning into his back.

“…well then, looks like you’re all done here! See you next week.”

“Woah doc, you should work on your bedside manner, not very professional!”

Amy blushed lightly and looked down, she had to admit he was attractive, but something felt off, which was accentuated by her coworkers dirty looks towards him.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in here, don’t tell me you’re Ravis girlfriend, cuz I know that’s a lie!”

She laughed at his joke and looked over at Ravi, who she could swear was trying to telepathically murder the man in front of her.

“I’m a mortician, I just moved to Seattle, Ravi helped me get a job, it’s just short term, till I find something more secure… not a lot of people want their loved ones cared for in a police department.”

Blaine’s eyes lit up and he smirked at her before pulling a business card from his jacket.

“Well luckily for you… I run a funeral home, and I’m looking for a mortician, my numbers on the back, give me a call sometime.” He winked at her before turning towards the stairs.

“Well then, looks like I should get going, thanks again doc! See you next week.” He nodded towards Ravi and Liv before peering over his shoulder at Amy.

“And hopefully I’ll see you sooner.”

Chapter II

#blaine debeers #izombie #blaine mcdonough #blaine debeers x reader #Blaine DeBeers fanfiction #Blaine DeBeers x OC #original character #mortician #mortician oc #goth oc #izombie fanfiction #liv moore #ravi chakrabarti

[lilacmornings]

Cracking the Robins Egg

a crona fanfiction

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Chapter One

petals of warm veins

affixed to unfeeling Ice

“I’m fine,” said Crona absently, and pulled their toes closer in. The motion offered them a wince in return like a loyal dog, pain rushing through their nerves, a flash flood. They felt a gentle, concerned gaze settle on their shoulders.

But in a moment, the gaze shifted, and Crona relaxed. Their body shifted carefully into old patterns of holding itself in a fog, curled in to protect what was left and still real. Hunched back, curled feet, awkwardly shifted hips. A lot to chalk up to nervousness and nothing left for their body to complain about. Gritted teeth and a promise to be quiet. Their body wailed in return.

No one could hear it but them, though, and that’s what mattered. It could scream all it wanted. Crona had long ago shut their pain in a locked, familiar room, dark and cavernous and ocassionally frosted over. They knew well no screams would escape it, not even ones that bit like snake fangs and left venom billowing through their veins

They shuddered.

“I’m fine”. They said again, to themselves more than any prying eyes belonging to friends concerned faces.

“Okay, but you’ll let us know if you need a break, right?” Asked a voice they should know would hold them and cherish them. In the moment it felt distant, and Crona pushed it further away. Something to agonize over later.

The sun beat lazily down on the pavement, frying imaginary eggs with the vigor of an elementary student on summer vacation. There was no mercy in its radiant gaze. Yet Crona shivered in the heat.

They were in too much pain to do this, they thought, as they finally blinked open their eyes and found themselves gazing up at a sign that demanded everyone read it: “ZOO”. The capitalized letters were fuzzy, but probably not to anyone else. In the shy young adults mind, the letters danced like they too had just broke out of their childish bounds. But they danced and danced, unworried about pain.

Letters don’t feel pain, thought Crona, somewhat bitterly.

The smell of the animals and people hit them a moment later, making them dizzy as they drifted back to surface, catching the last rays of an argument from their friends-

“-well I’m sorry we don’t all have rich dads, this place is ridiculous, even for a star like me!’ Yelled their blue haired friend, Blackstar, below the price board. Crona couldn’t make out the price, but they silently kicked themselves for only bringing $10

“My dad is not rich, he just is important is all.” Retorted a clean cut black haired young man, Kid. Beside him, another friend wearing a worn old bandana and needing a desperate haircut snorted.

“If he was really important he’d get us in to this stupid place for free so I can get a burrito later”. The friend, Soul, looked distantly to a crumpled bill he pulled out of his pocket. “Crap, I don’t have burrito money. Or zoo money”.

“How typical for you not to plan for a friend outing”, said a girl with short pigtails behind Crona. She gave Crona a supportive pat on the shoulder, then used the exact same hand to punch Soul in the side.

“Ow!! I’m poor, ok!”

“You just bought a funko pop set on eBay for $400” deadpanned the girl.

“I told you Maka, it’s an investment. Soul scowled at the girl. Then looked at his crumpled bill. “Shit.”

“Should’ve invested in a burrito! Hahaha!” Shouted black star as loudly as he could. Soul shrunk from the words and moved to stand next to Crona.

“Well, looks like we’re both out for the count” said Soul, in just a mumble. Only Crona heard it, and they appreciated their friend being quieter about their own money situation. They didn’t like being a bother, and needing money was definitely annoying of them. They hated how little they could work, move through the world and collect $200 at GO like their friends and their barista and fast food and saving the world through some political something something Crona couldn’t really understand.

“Yeah, $25 is too much for the zoo” said Crona quietly, but not quiet enough. A demanding finger pointed at them immediately, attached to the muscled forearm of Black Star

“See, even Crona agrees! That means that you’re the worst Kid and I get to headlock you!” Shouted black star before rushing towards Kid, who looked ready to murder.

“Mess up my hair and you’re dead”.

Tensions began to rise. Crona had trouble reading these situations even after knowing their friends all these years, and felt themselves back up subconsciously in fear. Fighting wasn’t exactly something they enjoyed. Not even play fights. Images of blood in their memory. Red blood mingling with oil, oil from a vehicle built to run for function and not longevity. They hated piloting that vehicle…

“Shut up you guys, you’re making people anxious”. Maka said flippantly, not mentioning anyone in particular but instead everyone. The weight on Crona’s shoulders was evenly dispersed and diffused, smoke in the wind. But they weren’t ignored. Maka quietly walked up, stood next to Crona, and silently took their hand.

Crona’s heart began to race erratically. They felt a little dizzy. But calmer. Their blood swam painfully in their veins but pooled into little eddies at Maka’s feet.

“Fine. I suppose I can use my card and see if it gets us in here” said Kid in exasperation as Black Star lowered his clenched fists.

Smoke in the wind.

The blood continued to leak into a puddle at Maka’s feet. It boiled like a sticky sauce in the sun. But Crona was only imagining the darkness, or their vision was getting worse. Their blood had yet to spill over the container they found themselves in. They were still whole.

“You sure you’re ok?”

Crona shook their head, almost comically physically shaking off the effects whatever their poisoned body was feeding them. They knew it was their cross to silently bear. A pain pinkie-promised in infancy to a mother unburdened by love. A lethal injection 20-some years too late in its effects. They realized their hand had been carefully cradling their face, and they didn’t know why

Maka gazed at them, genuine worry in emerald gowns.

Crona wanted to say no.

“I’m ok”, they said instead. Her eyes searched their own, picking through the items they found there like a beloved’s belongings post-Mortem. Maka’s gaze made a promise there after finding something, though Crona didn’t know what, and turned to the rest of the group.

“It’s too hot for the zoo anyway. Let’s hang out at our place” said Maka, her voice steeled.

Kid and Black Star stopped fighting. They looked at Maka, then had only a moment where their eyes drifted to Crona. The eye contact felt like knives, and was gone as quickly as it came.

“Oh yeah, I bet the ice cream truck will come by today” said Black Star

“You would be concerned about that” drawled Kid.

They began walking away from the towering ‘ZOO’ sign. It blared down at them like trumpets in the summer, even as it receded towards the city’s horizon and quietly fell into a line manicured park trees. A bunch of ageless children walking the world like the blacktop between classes. Crona felt themselves dragging behind. Their feet began to shoot lightning bolts up through the balls of their feet. They ignored it.

It didn’t ignore them.

“You’re limping” whispered Soul at their side.

“I am?” Asked Crona, wondering about the ghost of themselves, as the group stood at the dusty bus stop.

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#crona gorgon #crona #soul eater #my writing #fanfiction #disability trauma cw #but it’s very broad and nonspecific in this chapter #I will probably make next chapters longer #this was a test for this story

[that-disabled-princess]

⭐? for the fanfiction ask game thing. if you want to. ^_^

Whoo BOY, thanks for the ask! Well, the fic I'm dying to talk about is very very NSFW, so I'll pick another one! I'll give a director's commentary on Who we're supposed to be 💖 I have so many Aro Thoughts (and other thoughts) that never got expanded upon in the fic because it would've taken away from Baz's story too much.

Buckle up: I had Thoughts. And we're getting personal, baby! (While still staying in the "I'm being safe on the internet" zone.) This fic means so much to me because I drew on my own experiences for it and because I've always wanted to write a fic that explores aromanticism.

I started writing this fic under a week before Baz's birthday because I had the sudden realization that Baz's birthday falls during aro week. That got me thinking--what if I wrote a fic where Baz realizes he aromantic?

I jotted down some quick notes for myself at first, mainly general tags and themes to write about. I knew I wanted it to be post canon, and I wanted it to be a fic about self-discovery, but that was about it.

I bolted upright in bed while on the verge of sleep, mere days before Baz's birthday, with the first line in my head. (My doc history says it was 11pm haha.) I grabbed my phone and wrote several paragraphs down... then spent the next day or two agonizing about where to take the fic. This fic meant so much to me, and I wanted to write the very best version of it I could.

Baz questioning himself with all those little moments in his and Simon's history is so similar to my own questioning.

"But I was so sure I had a crush on this person!"

"But I dated someone!"

"But I kissed someone!"

"But we've had sex!"

"Am I allowed to call myself aromantic after [insert action usually classified as romantic]?"

"Will they still want to be around me?"

"What will society think?"

And the list. Goes. On.

Using the word concluding in the sentence "Concluding I'm in love with him by fifth year" was an intentional choice I'd given thought to. The word was originally realizing, which just didn't feel right, but I couldn't think of a better word to use. I was ready to give up and just say "good enough" when @bazzybelle pointed it out, and the word conclude popped into my head.

And isn't that just accurate. I don't speak for all aros, but concluding we have a crush on someone, concluding we must be in love with someone, concluding we must want to date them... it really screams how amatonormative our society is. And yeah, Baz is attracted to Simon! He does adore Simon! I wrote some aroallo rep into this fic!

But Baz isn't attracted to Simon in the way society says he should be. He's not in love with them. (@martsonmars you were so right in saying we need to burn the world to the ground xD)

I loved going into detail about Baz's physical and aesthetic attraction to Simon. I wrote this based on my own experiences, and physical and aesthetic attraction is something I experience! (If you're someone I'm really comfortable with, I can be a very touchy person. I love cuddles.) Belle put it really well in their comment on the doc--physical attraction and caring deeply about someone doesn't equal romantic love. We all have different ways we experience attraction and different ways we care for people, and that's perfectly okay!

Baz is right--it is so incredibly strange realizing and acknowledging that you go against society's norms and structures. Acknowledging you're different. But Simon's right, Baz! Different doesn't mean worse at all. You're still you, you're still beautiful, you're still a wonderful person. (I love Simon's wings and tail and Baz's vampirism being disability parallels for this reason.)

Writing Baz freaking out and running away hurt my heart. I despise beating around the bush and prefer facing conflict head-on, but running away from my sexual/romantic orientation was something I did a lot as a baby queer. Especially with my bisexuality and asexuality. Poor Baz is struggling so much with imposter syndrome and internalized arophobia right now.

Arospec Aggie! Agatha was so heavily arospec-coded in the first two books, I got whiplash when she kissed Niamh in the third. All of a sudden, it was like her being aspec-coded didn't exist anymore. I was honestly disappointed.

Like... did that really just happen? Was her entire characterization in the first two books all for naught? Was this the plan all along? This is the reason I love how, in the epilogue, we don't know if Agatha and Niamh are still a Thing! It's open to reader interpretation!

I've come to enjoy brobelove, but aro Agatha will always have a special place in my heart. I purposefully left it open to interpretation where on the aromantic spectrum Agatha falls, and if her and Niamh are in a relationship or not.

All of Agatha's advice to Baz are things I would tell a baby aro me. For so much of this fic, I was thinking "What would I say to a younger, baby aro me?" (Whiiiich, of course, meant I cried like a baby the entire time I was writing this fic.) I sat for a while just thinking about my experiences as an aromantic queer and what it was like thinking I'd felt all this romantic attraction, thinking I'd done all the right romantic things, thinking I'd dated the right people, thinking I'd done what society wanted...

Everything I thought I was supposed to do.

Fuck society. Fuck whatever expectations society and your parents and your friends place on you. Fuck them. You're allowed to do what's right for you.

You're still allowed to be happy and find happiness.

Man, I wish someone would've told baby queer me that. I'm so happy I got to give Baz the queer emotional support I never had. I am so thankful to the friends that have helped me through all my queer identity crises, and I'm glad I got to give Baz that, too.

Plus--Baz and Agatha friendship! Who doesn't love their friendship?

Baz's journey is very similar to what my own was like. I read about aromanticism, sought out aromantic characters in books and movies and TV shows, talked to friends about it. And Loveless? An absolutely amazing book. I highly recommend it to anyone who's aspec.

The Baz reading poetry bit was inspired by me writing poetry about aromanticism and being aromantic haha. I've written several poems about aromanticism and amatonormativity.

His reflections are also similar to what my own were like. I was never in a proper relationship, but I did have crushes and did "date" people. (I use the word date loosely--we never actually went out and they were both shitty people.) I experienced attraction, too... just not the kind society expected me to experience. Growing up being different than everyone else around you is hard. And when you have shit parental figures you can't turn to? Even harder.

Oh, the "Good parts, bad ones, everything in between" line! This comes from a great song from the movie Purple Hearts. The song is, as with most songs, literally about romance (though, it does make me think about how I adore my best friend), but I love the line "you loved my everything / the good, the bad, the in between." I think of that line a lot. It's made its way into a couple of my snowbaz fics before actually.

And ace Mordelia! I absolutely adore queer Mordelia, and I love queer Mordelia having big queer brother Baz there to turn to <33

Oof, the coming out scene. This was a hard one to write. I was already crying by the time I hit this scene, but writing the coming out from Baz's POV--really, the main and only POV I wanted to do for this fic--turned the tears from a river to a waterfall. I sobbed my way through writing this fic, and I enjoyed every minute of getting to tell Baz's story.

Be brave, Baz! Light a match and blow on the tinder. I've always taken that saying of Natasha's to mean "be brave."

Okay, so love vs adore... To me, love is an overused cliche word. (No hate to anyone who likes it, this is just my opinion.) I'm also loveless, so... yeah. I'm suuuper uncomfortable with people telling me they love me and telling people I love them. (This also probably has a lot to do with pieces of my past I'd rather not discuss on the internet lol.) I prefer when people use the word adore! To me, adore is a much more beautiful word. I think it's so much more meaningful and special, which is why when I'm talking about something I truly adore, I'll use... well. Adore.

It's also why I put Baz telling Simon he adores them after telling Simon he loves them. (Every word in this fic was chosen carefully. This fic could not be more over-analyzed even if an English teacher was analyzing it xD) (At least I know exactly what the author intended lmao.)

Simon already understands what aromanticism and asexuality are in this fic! He has a frame of reference already because Mordelia is asexual and Agatha is arospec. I wasn't quite sure where to go with Simon's reaction to Baz coming out until I put two and two together and went "Wait, they already know aspec people." (Thanks @tea-brigade for helping me figure that one out!) Being able to give Baz a caring and supportive partner was wonderful.

QPRs are one of my favorite things. It's beautiful how many ways relationships and queer people just exist. Queerness is beautiful.

Sweet Simon's rambling questions. Those questions were inspired by the own questions that have been running through my mind about getting into a QPR.

"Where would I feel comfortable being kissed?"

"What pet names would be okay?"

"What would I want to be referred to as?"

"What about cuddles?"

"What about sex?"

And, once again: the list goes on.

How Simon handled Baz coming out was important to me. It was important that Simon was still an adoring and supportive boyfriend, even while both they and Baz were figuring things out.

Aroallo Baz is also so important to me. Aroallo rep for the win!

Baz is so right--cuddles are The Best. And he deserves to be at peace and feel comfortable with himself.

Ugh I need an aro blanket now. I have my stars blanket, but I need more blankets for my blanket mountain!

Baz hugging Simon at the very end and having that be the last line was an intentional choice. So many movies, even non-romance ones, all end with kisses. And for what? For a nice neat little bow on top? For your little cliche tropey romance plot? (Not saying all movies are like this, this is just what I've seen overall.) I liked ending it with a hug instead of the overused kiss ending. Endings are something I used to really struggle with, and being able to branch out and write fics without ending them with "I love you"s or kisses feels great! (It also means I can now end a lil sweet and silly fic with an "I love you" or a silly lil kiss and have fun with it.)

I really loved shaking things up in this fic. In terms of writing about queerness, giving Simon and Baz the opportunity to just exist, and playing around in the big ol' "fuck amatonormativity" sandbox.

It was an honor to be able to write a fic about something so near and dear to my heart and to have it reach so many arospec people. I've been wanting to write a fic about aromanticism for a long time. I'm glad I was able to do that.

I adore this fic, and I hope y'all could find a piece of yourself in it, too 💖💖

Some quick non-aro-related thoughts!

A little nod to trans he/they Simon! I just love the image of Simon all splayed out on the bed, allowing himself to take up space. Both trans!Simon and Simon having a tummy mean so much to me.

And a nod to Baz having chronic pain! I have chronic leg pain myself, so I love seeing Baz having trouble with his leg after the numpties in fanfic. Plus--it's right there in canon! He's canonically disabled for a time! After becoming disabled myself, Simon healing Baz's leg with his ✨god-like magic✨ just weirds me out. But I'll spare you my thoughts.

The pumpkin scones! One of my favorite personal headcanons is that Baz's favorite food is pumpkin scones. I also love the thought of Simon making Baz pumpkin scones on bad days to cheer him up, or as a celebration for something he achieved.

I also love the thought of Simon crocheting. I wrote Simon as a crocheter in last year's COTTA fic, and I've loved this idea ever since! Simon gets to make all the crochet blankets for their partner, and Baz gets to snuggle under the mountain of blankets his partner made him.

Baz's "Fang-tastic!" mug! I adore that mug. Another one of my absolute favorite headcanons is that Simon bought Baz that custom mug 🥰

And Baz needs more friends lol. Let the man live! Let the man have uni and orchestra friends! Let the man join Discord servers and fangirl over the most recent classic book he read! (I would love to see that fic actually.)

"Down, boy" makes me laugh out loud every time I read it. It's just so goddamn funny. Spadey has a mind of his own, and we love that for him xD

#when the ''why say in 20 paragraphs what you can say in 20 words'' person turns into the #''why say in 20 words what you can say in 20 paragraphs'' person #*whispers* what have i become #i just have so. many. thoughts. #i couldn't type this fast enough #i underestimated just how many thoughts i had about this fic lmao #y'all better prepare yourselves for when i decide to give a director's commentary on Mark of the Beast #there is going to be so much lambden lore #the author overuses italics in this post #the author doesn't care because the author loves this fic and these thoughts #the author is proud of this fic and this post #my writing #baz pitch #aromantic #aroace answers #aro baz

[forsakenwitchery]

I don't know how or why but WIndy vids just almost edit themselves? I’ve started this less than a day ago and I'm 2/3 done with a 3,5 mins Calabby vid. I also usually hate adding text and hate how it looks once the video is finished, but WIndy is just so pretty it makes even my text overlays look good. 😂

And since I have nowhere to vent about WIndy, I figured I might as well go ahead and use my almost abandoned tumblr for it. Not sure if it counts as a review or whatever, it’s a long read.

I actually thought I'd be doing another Tom/Abby video, but then Tom's torture barn happened and ummm... At this point I'm in too deep with both Tom and Tom/Abby, but I honestly have no idea how the writers are going to explain that one IF they plan on doing any kind of redemption arc with Tom. What happened to the guy he tortured last week? Did he kill him? Did he string Shane up before or after Abby came to him with her suspicions? 'Cause if it was after I can maaaaybe do a bit of mental gymnastics and explain it with “he thought Shane might be a danger to Abby”, but it looks like Tom put him in the barn before that? I get that there's no love lost between Tom and his family, and Tom’s def starting to see Abby, Kai & Independence as his chosen family that actually cares about him, but no matter how big of a moron Shane is, Tom potentially torturing his brother doesn’t sit well with me. And yeah, Kai literally hammered two people this episode, but that was self-defense... but Tom and the torture barn, twice? Um, no? I’ve seen too much true crime and people with torture anything are, well, never good people? I seriously need the show to elaborate on this and his asylum days to make sense of it all. Also not really related, but I’ve written some fanfiction for myself to keep my sanity during the hiatus and I came up with “Tom hates opium because of his asylum past” to explain some bits, so it was fun to see Tom hating the idea of an opium den, when your fanon becomes kinda canon. 

The gang sidelining Abby didn't sit well with me either. I've been thinking for weeks that it's strange they're all going solely on her seeing the killer. At night. In fear and shock. Having no real evidence it was Tom. Like even the evidence they thought would be evidence turned out... to be something completely different, like Tom’s sketchbook. I thought Gus would question it once he joins them but no, he was 100% on board as well. They followed Abby's lead blindly, but now pretty much not only banned her from helping with Kai, but also straight up left her to deal with the actual person who might have shot her on her own. I mostly love WIndy's writing, but this... This whole thing was just “make it make sense”, because it makes zero sense. 

I hope they find a way to write Calian back into the main story soon, I was actually surprised to see him only mid-episode. His own journey is heartbreaking and important, but as much as I love him I actually kinda forgot about him this episode?.. Until he appeared, that is. And his scene with Abby was probably my favorite scene this episode. It was very short, but the way those two support each other? Abby speaking Apache? They managed to fit SO MUCH in such a short scene. & hopefully news about his sister is not a dead end.

I just love Hoyt and Gus’ interactions. We need more of them. I need more of them. They balance each other so well, I love Hoyt the most when he’s aroung Gus, with Kate and Abby he’s usually the butt of their jokes, and he can be so much more. Like, their jokes are funny, but you can tell they kinda... upset him for the lack of better word, and around Gus he’s just at his full potential. 

Kate’s interactions with everyone are always amazing. Even if she’s in the wrong, like she was with Abby and Kai this week. But at this point I love Kate so much she has my full permission to idk get a torture ban of her own, I just love her THAT much, even when she’s wrong she’s THE queen of Independence.

I honeslty didn’t care much for Lily, but I definitely liked her more once she dropped the innocent act. Kai was amazing. And idk but to me it doesn’t seem like their friendship (or are there feelings on both sides?) with Kate is beyond fixing.

#windy #walker independence #walker: independence #personal posts #maybe I should do this every week to avoid torturing my friends with my thoughts on a show none of them plan on watching lol #I think my friends might actually hate me for loving WIndy at this point... #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND FEELING ABOUT THIS SHOW OKAY #none of them good feelings about tom's torture barn #tom goddamit whyyy

[unculturedmamoswine]

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That's 55 more posts than 2021!

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#au where everything is the same except stan and ford compress their entire life story into like 12 years so stan takes fords identity at

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gravity falls would be 10x funnier if both stan and ford had really strong jersey accents

7 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

Geographical Fancast: Lake Gravity Falls

I've been meaning to make a post about where exactly in Oregon I HC Gravity Falls to be, and while I haven't done that yet, I did decide on a good spot to 'play' the part of Lake Gravity Falls.

Let's start out with Lake GF's canonical appearance, shall we?

Towering cliffs, big waterfall, coniferous trees out the wazoo.

Two big problems with finding a real-life Oregon lake like this: we don't have a lot of cliffy lakes, and we don't have much in the way of lakes with waterfalls thundering down into them. (Distinct lack of known lake monsters as well.) Lake Billy Chinook could work, cliffs-wise. It also has an island! But it's too arid, in my opinion, to work as being believably in the thick forest that surrounds Gravity Falls.

Since I prefer to believe that Gravity Falls is more firmly ensconced in the Cascades, my pick, though somewhat imperfect, is Detroit Lake. It's much larger than LGF, and in some parts there's some pretty burned-out forest from the 2020 fires, but I think it looks pretty good!

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8 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#3

Tonight my team won trivia because the tiebreaker was 'how many words are in moby dick?' I started to put 250k and changed it to 300k. I went the wrong way, but that didn't matter. Apparently not everybody has been trained to know how long things are by fanfiction, because the other person put 10k

10 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

Hey I actually wrote something for Forduary. It's a little late, but here's week 1: FordxSleep. In my case, guest starring some Fiddauthor!

Ford pressed his mouth and nose against the soft cotton covering his borrowed pillow. It smelled pleasantly like cupboard- a warm, clean, cozy smell that he hadn’t had occasion to smell much in the last few decades. Strange how all pillowcases kept in cupboards smelled different but fell unmistakably into a pattern of satisfyingly comfy scent profiles. Eyes closed, Ford reached his hand up to scratch at his nose and run his hand through his hair. He rubbed the pads of his fingers gently against his scalp. There might, he thought, be nothing as lovely or indulgent as napping with the light of a summer evening lingering outside. He stretched, toes clenching, hip popping, and relaxed even more against the nubbly texture of the old sleeping bag loosely hugging him, tucking one arm up under his pillow.

The acute comfort of his bedding and the heat in Ford’s small tent combined to bring him swirling down into sleep, dark and rich and, anymore, hardly ever plagued by nightmares. Ford drifted peacefully in that satisfying too-warm state that can only be achieved (or enjoyed) in a nap.

The deep, silent nothing was less shattered and more gently ruffled as the air mattress under Ford wobbled and swayed him into… something. Not wakefulness, but a distant relative.

“Hmngh.” Stanford rolled toward the new weight that had come to rest, as always, on the right side of the mattress. Instead of blindly reaching out, he shifted and squirmed, inching gracelessly toward the man next to him. A hand fell on his shoulder.

“Out like a light, huh?” Fiddleford’s hand moved to Ford’s cheek, warm, warm, arguably too much so but, averaged out across the entirety of Ford’s already overwarm body, hardly a change at all.

“How long?” Ford asked, turning his face toward the hand on his cheek, sliding his own hand down Fiddleford’s thigh, feeling the rough-soft denim over Fidds’s thin leg.

“Only took me about twenty minutes to get outta the kitchen after you ditched me. Sherman’s a nice feller, but maybe just a bit too interested in makin’ it clear to me that he ain’t bothered we’re shackin’ up on his lawn.”

“Mmm.” Fiddleford slunk down against the now-somewhat-overinflated-feeling mattress.

“Think he feels like he shouldn’t make us two old kooks sleep outside like a coupla smelly old dogs, but I told him he’s keepin’ plenty of guests inside the house and I’m less likely to blow it to kingdom come if I’m on the outside of it.” Fiddleford cackled, shifting under Ford’s hand until Ford could grab ahold and tug Fiddleford in.

“Y’always get so handsy when you’re sleepin’. Tell you what, it’s how I knew you were sweet on me in college.” Ford knew that already. He’s known that since Fiddleford brought it up about two weeks after their fumbling, furtive first kiss.

He drew Fiddleford back into the open sleeping bag like a colossal squid drawing a young sperm whale into the deep. His arms tightened around his prey, sighing at the feeling of Fiddleford’s bony shoulder blades against his arms, his bald head under Ford’s chin. His knees pressed against Ford’s thighs- it wasn’t objectively comfortable; more theoretically comfortable. Comforting, perhaps, to have Fidds there and real with him, to be within shouting distance of many people who cared for Ford or who, at the very least, had no reason to want him dead. Summer in his home dimension. Safe. Warm.

“Anyway,” Fidds continued, murmuring into Ford’s shirt. Ford tried to reel his mind back in, to listen to whatever it was Fiddleford was talking about. “I pointed out that we both spent thirty years without no good place to sleep and you’ve been livin’ on a boat for a year on top of that. But if I was wantin’ to convince him that we’re not too good for an air mattress I should’a just come in here and snapped a picture of you, huh? Ya looked like an ad for air mattresses all snuggly in here.” Ford floundered slightly, trying to grasp hold of a response to whatever it was Fiddleford was saying. “...Mm? What?”

Fidds laughed again. He kept talking, something teasing and lighthearted. Typical Fiddleford. Then: “You’re no use.” He patted Ford’s side. “Don’t worry yourself over it.”

Ford sighed in time with the soft shhh of a car creeping by on Shermie’s street. A scrub jay called out obnoxiously from somewhere nearby. Other, gentler sounds- a leaf drifting against the tent’s roof, a cricket’s chirp, a heavily muffled peal of laughter from inside the house- filtered into Ford’s mind and out again, fading gradually into nothingness.

34 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay @gravitasfalls's great post about Ford and Filbrick has got me wanting to make a post about how Ford's alienation from his family is a key part of how Stan was able to take over Ford's life. Stan mentions that he lied to Dipper and Mabel's parents about his identity, and we know he must have also fooled Shermie, since he and Stan were both present at Dipper and Mabel's birth. And like... there's no way that works at all unless Ford was already so divorced from his family that they basically didn't even know him.

In Journal 3, Ford mentions Stan more than he mentions his parents, and hasn't even seen Stan in over a decade. There's no mention of talking to Caryn and Filbrick recently, no particular implication that they know what he's researching or how they feel about it. I think their general lack of interest in Ford's interests, plus Filbrick's obvious belief that money=success, plus Ford's 'independence at all costs' mentality combined to make Ford into one of those adults who has little to no relationship with his parents. Doesn't call, doesn't write, and neither do they.

(It makes me wonder what it must have been like for Stan to assume the role of Ford. Did he expect that he'd suddenly be called upon to play the favorite child and field calls from his parents? What did he think when that never happened? Did he even ever see them again? Did they even call to check up on him after "Stanley" "died"? Did he have to be the one to call and tell them?)

As far as Shermie is concerned, while I love older brother Shermie, I really think we're supposed to read Shermie as being the baby. So with that reading, it wouldn't surprise me if Ford and Shermie barely ever even met until Stan-as-Ford re-entered his life. And it's possible that the only interaction Stan and Shermie had before that was when Shermie was a baby before Stan got kicked out, so Stan didn't even have to try to pretend to be Ford, personality-wise, because Shermie didn't even know what his dead brother Stan was like, or what his weird scientist(?) brother Ford was like.

Dipper and Mabel's dad would have not been born yet when Ford went through the portal, so Ford never met him, that's an easy one to make sense of.

It's just so weird and sad that Ford was so totally alone in the world that he could disappear and be replaced by a guy who, let's face it, doesn't try that hard to impersonate him. All Stan does is go by Ford's name, he doesn't pretend to be into science (as evidenced by the fact that neither Dipper nor Mabel ever mentions knowing that 'Stan' went to college and used to be a scientist), he doesn't do a Ford voice, he doesn't have six fingers (and nobody thinks that's weird)... I know that part of that is the whole point of Ford's character (he doesn't value his family or other relationships and he's self-obsessed) but it's just so creepy and sad to imagine a person being so replaceable and pulling so far away from his family that they don't recognize him or miss him when he's gone.

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"Longing"

It wasn't supposed to end this way.

Their plan had worked perfectly, right from the get go. Fought off more guards than they'd bothered to count. Broke through every door (hell, even walls) in their path. Detonated every bomb they found along the way several minutes before they were to be set off. Skilfully avoided the motion detection ones, too.

It was perfect.

"Rusted."

It should've been a simple mission. A quick one. Or that's what the Intel they got from SHIELD had told them, anyway.

They should've been at home, right now.

They should've been on their couch, microwave dinners in hand, their dog curled up on the carpet under them, grateful to have them both back after weeks of being away.

Not here.

Not in an underground bunker god knows where, far away from backup or any means of communication.

He hoped Peanut wouldn't be left homeless after this. Sure, there were chances they would make it out alive, but what if they didn't? Would someone take her in?

Perhaps Steve would.

"Seventeen."

His face was wet. Tears?

No, not tears. Perspiration.

There was no lump in his throat. Which was odd, because he was the kind of person to tear up easily. Marley and Me had left him emotionally scarred for a solid week.

He remembered reading somewhere that staying calm under crisis was a common symptom of PTSD. Perhaps that was it.

"Daybreak"

Bucky's face was wet too. Blood? Tears?

Probably both.

No surprise there. They'd been going at him for hours, now. Using a multitude of devices, each more sinister than the last. Making Sam watch Bucky struggle and cry and break over and over and over again until Sam cracked and gave them what they wanted.

The Winter Soldier.

"Sam, no," Bucky struggled against his restraints. "Sam, please, he can't come out, I can't-"

"Furnace."

"SAM-" why were these chains so fucking TIGHT- "I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU. PLEASE. PLEASE."

Sam wasn't stupid. He knew what would come next.

As soon as the winter soldier took over, he would be ordered to kill the man he loved most. Just to make sure Bucky wasn't faking.

He wanted to laugh. Hours upon hours of being beaten to a fucking pulp and all Bucky cared about was not hurting him?

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS"

He wished that was true. More than he'd ever wished for anything before.

But Bucky couldn't see the clock ticking away under his chair. He couldn't see the bomb it was attached to, set to go off in another... 20 seconds, unless Sam did as he was told.

"Nine."

He couldn't see Sam's heart breaking into a million goddamn pieces with each word that came out of his mouth, unable to explain why he was doing this. He couldn't see how difficult it was for Sam to drag each fucking word out of his throat when every cell in his body seemed to be rebelling against it.

He couldn't see any of it. They had made sure of that.

"Benign."

Bucky screamed. As loud as his voice would allow, after hours and hours of running it ragged.

A feeble attempt at drowning out Sam's voice. He would've covered his ears too, had his arms not been tied behind his back so securely that it was borderline agonising.

"Homecoming."

Two more words. Just two more. He almost forgot them for a second there. Whatever it was that he felt when he recalled it, could not ever be considered "relief"

God, did he want to apologize. For everything. For having to bring the winter soldier out into the open, for watching Bucky struggle and scream and cry like he never had before and being unable to do a single fucking thing about it.

He couldn't apologize.

(Probably wouldn't ever be able to, either, his panic-stricken mind added very helpfully)

There was no time.

"One."

just one more-

"DON'T," I'm sorry Bucky I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't have a choice I'm sorry, "SHIELD'S COMING, THEY'LL BE HERE SOON, SAM PLEASE-"

It wasn't supposed to end this way.

"Freight car."

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Give Me Your Hands 🥊

Give Me Your Hands

Summary: Shang Chi thinks he has too much baggage.  The Female Reader who is dating him doesn’t see it that way. 

Word Count: 5,287

Warnings: Some Fluff and Angst swirled together

A/N: It’s a feel good with some angst and comfort one shot!  It’s my first one shot with Shang Chi, and there’s more to come!

Happy Reading!

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You woke up to an empty bed, which made you nervous since it was too late in the night.

The otherwise of the bed was cold, the sheets were a bit crumbled while the room was quiet.  You rubbed your eyes, almost confused as to why the otherwise of the bed was unoccupied.  You fell asleep with arms around you, with a hum against your head and warmth under the sheets.  Yet it was the opposite when you awoke, making you feel a bit concerned.

Slowly you rose out of bed, slipping from the warmth of the sheets and shivering a bit since it was barely chilly from the cooler winter night in San Francisco.  You saw the fog barely rolling in outside your apartment, having you look to see what time it was on your alarm clock.

3:48 AM

You heard some movement in the front living room, making you reach over to take your robe that was hanging in the closet.  Once you threw it on, you walked out barefoot on the hardwood floor out of your bedroom and into the hallway.  The whole apartment was dimmed and almost pitch black, except for one small little vision of light near the open windows of the living room.  The noises that you heard were a bit louder now, almost like the impact of a fist against a punching bag.  Slowly, and without making a sound, you tiptoed down the hallway to the open living room to follow the noise and the light.  As you were getting closer, you heard the swishing of fists and grunting, punching against some leather, and movement on the floor with bare feet. 

Once you rounded the corner, you paused and leaned against the wall.

Shaun Chi was sparring with his punching bag that was behind the couch, punching with massive blows and ducking around to hit it on the sides or the back. He was wearing only his jogging pants, already sporting a thin sheen of sweat as he was sparring hard and fast against the punching bad.  Because of how long you've known and dated Shaun, you had a knack for reading his face.  You knew when he was having a good day, the smiles he would give and the glow around his cheeks and eyes.  

But you also knew when he was down.  It showed, no matter how much he would hide it.  

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Shaun had baggage, you knew that when you two met through his best friend and your old co-worker Katy.  Shaun was kind to you, always the gentleman with you whenever you two hung out together.  He was always cautious in how he acted around you when you two would get drinks together or when you would come to one of the karaoke nights he had with Katy.  You were smitten with him in how smooth he was with you, yet gentle in his tone and his gestures.  So when he asked you out on a date, it was such an easy answer.  

Dating Shaun seemed so simple it was just like breathing.  It was smooth, with no real rush or nasty waves to navigate together.  Shaun made it seem easy and sweet, the gentle way he held your hand on dates or while you walked, how he hugged you close after he picked you up from a long shift at the hospital.  Being an ER nurse was tough, and you feared that it would be a roadblock in your relationship since you worked long hours and had exhaustion seeping out of your pores.  

Your first kiss was at the ER lobby, Shaun waiting for you patiently as you finally clocked out on the brink of exhaustion after helping victims from a massive car crash pile up.  You were covered in sweat and fatigue, your eyes were weary from being bloodshot and wide awake for the past several hours straight, and you still had some blood on your scrubs. Yet the way Shaun was watching you as you grumbled your way over to him made your heart swell, a gentle smile was on his face and his stance still seemed loose and calm.

"I'm sorry, Shaun," You grumbled to him as you were almost swaying in your spot from how tired you were, "I know we were meant to go out tonight and get some dinner, but the past 7 hours were brutal—"

"I figured it was bad when you texted me earlier on your break," Shaun gently reminded you as you looked at him with weariness in your eyes, "I canceled our reservation so we can watch a movie at your place after you take a nice long bath and unwind," 

You were floored in what he said, seeing how calm he was and yet he looked at you with pure love in his eyes.  It made you smile tiredly at him, taking in a long inhale before you finally spoke.

"How are you so perfect?" You mumbled, seeing him just roll his eyes playfully as you kept talking, "Seriously, I could kiss you,"

You stopped abruptly, realizing what you just said to him out in the lobby of the ER.  He looked at you briefly with shock, almost just as stunned as you were in what you told him.  Up to that point, you two were taking things very easy and very slow in your relationship.  Shaun never pushed it when it came to being physical to any degree, which you were grateful for.  However, you are dying to find a way to kiss him, to have that perfect moment with him that would make everything click together.  That moment never came.

You didn't think you were going to have it there in the ER lobby, covered in your sweat and someone else's blood on your scrubs.  Seeing Shaun lean down and press a gentle kiss against your lips with a smile, his hands touching your own hands and making you feel everything negative float away.  It was memorable for certain, and it was perfect. 

Since then, if Shaun wasn't hanging out with Katy, he was with you.  You had a decent apartment near the hospital, which was the main meeting point for you two when you had time to be together.  Shaun didn't want you to go to his place, yet you reassured him over and over that you wouldn't have minded.  You loved watching old school action flicks snuggled on your couch, or learning how to make dumplings in your kitchen with Shaun being the ever-patient teacher.  Those small moments with him mattered so much to you, and you knew it mattered to him too.  

Throughout your friendship with Shaun, you knew he had some hesitancies getting closer to you and letting you into his vulnerable side.  You only knew so much, he had no immediate family of his own and he had to take care of himself throughout his teenage years.  You didn't want to pry about it, thinking it wasn't your place to know his entire past. Not even Kay knew about his past, which was a bit jarring to think about.

You kept thinking, was Shaun hiding something from you?

Five months ago, Shaun had to leave abruptly to go find his sister over in China.  You were surprised to hear he even had a sister, Shaun never once mentioned it to you.  Yet he was concerned about it, not wanting to lose any more time as he told you on the stoop of your apartment that morning he was leaving.

"Is everything okay?" You asked him as he was standing at the last step of the stoop, looking up at you with worry in his eyes and almost a pinch of hurt.  You could see that he wanted to say something to you, something important and deep.   Yet he was holding his tongue, not wishing to expose that side of himself to you.  

"I don't know, but I need to leave and take care of it before anything else happens," he replied, being a bit vague with his answer.  Still, it was never than anything at all.  you sighed, folding your hands in front of you and almost eyeing him with a hint of an annoyance since he wasn't being completely honest with you.  You hated having hard talks with Shaun, it was never pleasant.  Yet it felt like this conversation was held up in the air.

"It sounds like it's going to be dangerous, Shaun," You explained to him in a shrug, seeing him look at you almost brokenly since you could see he had to hold back what was going on.  Yet you took in one massive breath before your rounded your shoulders and gave him a kind stare, "However, It's not my place to know.  Just….be careful with whatever you're going to do," 

It seemed like you were letting him off the hook with this, not wanting to push it and wonder why he was leaving the country so abruptly.  But you also knew Shaun well enough, you knew that he wasn't going to go anything sketchy or dangerous.  That wasn't like him, you knew deep down it wasn't.  But that small hesitance and reluctance were there.  

Shaun gave you a painful look, still feeling like he was holding back in not saying why he was truly leaving for China to fetch his sister. You still gave him a kind stare, seeing him walk up the last few steps to pull you into a hug and breathe you in.  You hugged him back, not wishing to be cold to him.  Shaun was a good person, he had a good compass about him and he knew how to take care of himself.  You shouldn't be afraid, or fearful of what could happen.  

Yet deep down, you were.

"I'll come back, I promise," He reminded you in his gentle embrace.  You nodded your head, saying nothing which made him squeeze you a bit tighter now, "Once I deal with my sister and my family, I'll come back to you,"

"I know you will," You agreed in his chest, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead before he reluctantly pulled away.  As you stood on the stop stoop and watched him get into the car, driving down the road and around the corner, that small flicker of panic was still deep in your chest.  You trusted Shaun in your friendship and your relationship, so why was this situation a pinch harder?

When Shaun came back several days later, you could tell he's changed.  

He knocked on your front door the day he got back, having you open up the door to see almost a crestfallen look on his face and in his gaze.  You scared you, almost made you freeze at the door as he was looking at you as if he witnessed a car crash in front of his eyes.  Maybe you thought he would be beaming and overjoyed in coming back to see you, leaning in to kiss you or scoop you in his arms.  It was the opposite, he was stiff at your front door like a breeze could knock him over, and his eyes looked lost.

"Shaun?" You asked him, ever concerned now since he went through something.  He said nothing, staring at you and looking clearly lost.  You took a step to him, reaching up to touch his face and frame his cheeks in your hands.  Yet when your fingers touched his skin, he finally breathed out shakily and closed his eyes.  Shaun leaned into you, your foreheads touching as he melted into your embrace and wrapped his arms around you.  It stunned you in silence, not knowing what else to do but hug him and hold him close.  You could feel it in how he was embracing you, how he felt so stiff and yet exhausted at the same time.  What could have made him get to this point?  How did he end like this, so broken and so bare?

What happened over there?

Shaun told you everything while you two were on the couch, his head in your lap as you were moving your fingers in his black hair.  All he was telling you seemed too good to be true, almost like a fantasy or a fairy tale.  Yet everything he said to you was the truth, you knew it was since you knew Shaun you never dare to lie to you.  Detailing his family history with you, all the grungy and nasty details involving his estranged father and his kind and gentle mother.  How his father ran a criminal ring for centuries, wielding power in magical rings that would make him lethal and immortal at the same time.  As he was telling you this, you could see how it was making him feel a bit better by just venting to you and letting it out in the open.  Hearing the battle that almost destroyed the entire planet, being able to harness that power that his father had, and then seeing his death in front of his eyes. 

Finally, after he finished telling you everything, he paused and looked up a thin as you were still peering down at him.  You were silent the whole time, and perhaps he was wondering what you were thinking and how you were digesting this.  Of course, it was a lot, not knowing where to start or what to say to him.  Maybe he saw the hesitance in your eyes, finally moving up from having his head in your lap and sitting across from you.  The look of exhaustion was still there, but it was less so.

"It's a lot, I get it," He started to explain, having you see that he was going to feel guilty for dumping it on you, "And I get it's going to make me look crazy and you wouldn't want to—"

"Shaun!" You said to him calmly, cutting him off from going further.  You stared at him kindly and lovingly, and with softness in your eyes, as you searched his eyes.  You reached down to take your hands together, lacing your fingers as you have done plenty of times before.  Shaun watched you do this, almost feeling a bit nervous about what you were going to say next.

"It's okay," You reassured him simply with those two words, seeing him search your eyes as if you were lying to him or he heard you wrong.  Yet you kept your gaze on him as you repeated it, "Shaun, it's okay,"

"The fact that you're calm about this is a bit scary," Shaun commented to him, the sound for worry etched in his voice, "I just unleashed a bunch of stuff on you that makes me sound like a crazy person—"

"You'd be surprised with what I've heard and seen in the ER that makes what you've just told me seems very mild," You gently said, seeing him once again go quiet.  You knew all he told you seemed intense, but for some random reason, it didn't phase you.  This was Shaun in front of you, your boyfriend that never once lied to you to steer you down a dark path.  Whatever he would tell you, or do with you, you trusted him,  So you trusted him with this too.

"It's a lot to digest, but I'll not going to be walking away from you because of it," You explained some more to him, "Clearly, you ent through a lot for one person to handle.  And yes, you saved the world.  But I still see the same Shaun in front of me that I fell in love with."

Shaun was still frozen on the couch as you were telling him this.  Perhaps he thought you were crazy in staying with him, that it was too good to be true.  Yet for one, you would never dare to leave someone like Shaun.  He was amazing with you, ever patient and kind with your grumblings and rants about the hospital or your friend group and their drama.  He was ideal for you, and to just let him go would be the worst decision.  

"What did we promise each other when we first got together?" You reminded him, scooting a bit closer to him.  

"That we'd be honest to each other," Shaun answered simply and without skipping a beat.

"And have we broken that promise?" You asked him, seeing him almost melt as you were watching each other.  You were showing him that the trust was still present that never diminished.  Shaun trusted you, and you trusted Shaun.  It sound so simple but it was also powerful at the same time.  

"No," Shaun answered, making you finally smile at him.  You pulled him gently towards him, feeling him wrap his arms around you as you embraced him and held him close on the couch.  The two of you said nothing for several long minutes, just holding one another as the rest of the world turned.  You felt in his hug and his hold on you that he's been through enough and he needed some kind of comfort.  Perhaps it may have looked crazy on your end to stay with him after hearing the things he told you, but then again, you were never a real ordinary person.  

"It'll be okay, you know," you said to him as he held you a pinch together, "I know it will be."

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So there you were, watching your boyfriend slam and hit the punching bag at nearly 4 AM with a small sense of fear on your face.  Shaun was throwing everything he had in those punches, you saw the clear cuts on the top and the ducks and dives he would do to the side.  Every time you watched him fight or spare, it was like a dance.  All of those years he was fighting since he was a young boy showed whenever he would throw a punch or a kick.  

He was protective of you too, showing it only a handle of times when you two would go out and some other guys tried to get too close to you,  Shaun never threw a real punch, but he was aggressive enough to have those guys back off.   He always placed you first in everything, and now it made you worry that he wasn't taking care of himself.  Being a nurse, you've seen it so many times: personal burnouts.

The more he was sparring, the harder the punches were being thrown.  You could hear it in every blow, see it in every flash of his arms and legs. You were even seeing in his eyes, the evident pain and the stern stare on his face too. It made you worry, walking over a bit more in silence as he was still slamming hit after hit.  Every sound that came from him was almost a blowout in the open, making you wonder when you were going to step in and stop him before he would hurt himself anymore.

But that stopped when the punch bag ripped from one particular blow and toppled to the ground.

The sound was almost deafening, having you gasp out as the bag fell to the ground was a large rip on the side shown, the sand in the bag pouring out all over the hardwood floor.  Shaun was perched over the bag, heaving deep breaths in and out and his fists were still at his sides.  His eyes were at the bag at his feet, looking so dark and lost.  This was not the same Shaun that you knew.  

He was a different person.

After a long moment of Shaun watching the broken bag at his feet, he finally blinked a few times and almost took himself out of that trance he was in.  You were still watching him with shock, your mind was racing as to why he was there in that headspace.  It pained you, seeing a side of Shaun that was never seen before.  

"S-Shaun?" You said his name, your voice like a breeze in the apartment as Shaun was finally looking from the bag over to you.  He saw you there, standing in your pajamas and robe with a look of pure fear concern on his face.  Perhaps you looked beyond spooked to see him in such a state, or how aggressive he was.  Once he saw you, all that aggression and pent-up energy he had against the punching bag melted away instantly.  

"Oh, h-hey," he stumbled, his voice sounding raw as he placed his hands on his hips and his eyes looked normal again.  You walked over to him slowly as he was looking down at the bag, seeing what he did, and then looking a bit embarrassed and on the spot, "I didn't mean to wake you up.  I was just….needing to—"

Shaun stopped abruptly before he could say anything else while you were still walking over to him, staring at him right in the eyes.  Every step you were talking to him, it almost felt like he was more and more withdrawn in himself as you were finally right in front of him.  You knew Shaun well enough to see it on his face, something was haunting him.  Carefully, and with such gentleness, you reached down to touch his fists that were still tight and stiff.  Your fingers were on his skin, yet your eyes were on his own and you saw him still trying to calm himself down.

"Give me your hands, honey," you said to him calmly.  He searched your eyes, seeing that you weren't going to go anywhere and you weren't going to back up from him.  After taking a few long breaths, he finally moved his fingers out of the fists they were in.  You smoothly moved your fingers in between his, palm to palm. it was then that you finally felt his hands shaking.  It was the second sign that you knew something was wrong with Shaun.  

"What's haunting you?" You asked him, seeing him look a bit shocked by your question.  Yet you pressed on, "I can see it in your face.  I know you far too well to see that something's haunting you.  You can tell me, Shaun.  Please tell me," 

You didn't want it to sound desperate or out of place.  Rather, you wanted it to be gentle and kind.  As soon as you said those words though, it was as if the walls that Shaun was inwardly building up crumbled down.  As if the soothing words you were telling him were cannonballs to knock down the wall and fortress he built.  There was no more stiffness or anger etched on his face or his body stance, it melted away and he finally took out a long sigh.  

He wrapped his arms around you and sunk into your embrace.

You both hugged in silence there in the living room, having you feel how he was holding you close and protectively in his arms as he tucked his head into your shoulder.  You were holding him just as close, wanting to show that you were there for him and were willing to take on what he was holding within himself.  He has changed since he came back from his family home, from his past, and although he seemed like his normal self on the surface, there was a little piece of him that has shifted permanently.  

"I dreamt of my mother," He said to you finally, saying it against your shoulder.  You said nothing, although you wanted to immediately consolidate him since you knew his mother was a tender spot for him, "I just…I miss her and I got angry with what my father did—"

You felt a few tears hitting your shirt, having you grimace a bit now since he was crying and no longer trying to hide it away from you.  It pained you that you couldn't help him and take away this sadness that he had, to bring that the joy that made you fall in love with him.  You rubbed his back with your knuckles, wanting to give him some kind of ease.

"I hated him so much all my life for what he's done for me, but it still hurt seeing him die," Shaun grunted against your hold as you squeezed him a bit tighter than before.  hearing the pain in his tone, feeling it in his arms around your waist, it was making you feel remorseful for him, "I wish I could have done something to stop it—"

"Hey, none of that," You finally wanted him to stop saying those things that were bringing him down.  You pulled away and framed his face in your hands, seeing some tears there on his cheeks and how eyes showing some pain.  You moved those tears away by kissing each of them off his cheeks, being gentle in your moves as you pressed each kiss over every teardrop.  

"I will not let you bring yourself down," You said to him as you looked back at his face lovingly, "What you went through takes a lot of strength, not a whole lot of people can handle it,"

"You don't think I'm handling it?" he asked, not in a threatening way but curiosity.  You sighed and shook your head at him as you pressed your forehead up to him. 

"No, you're handling it quite well in comparison to what I've seen as a nurse," You calmly answered him, "You are venting it out of your system, and that is healthy.  But what isn't healthy is going in reverse with your thoughts, reliving it over and over.  Shaun, I don't want that for you, and I won't let you go through that while I'm here with you," 

Shaun said nothing as you said this, hearing the emotion in your voice as you were searching his eyes.  You had to tell him and remind him that thinking back in those darker times would bring him to his knees in the end.  Although you weren't there to see all that happened to him with his family, to experience what he experienced, you still wanted to give him some kind of release or peace.

"I love you too much to let you be in that dark place," You said to him in a confident tone, pulled away from your forehand against his to make sure he was staring at you.  His hands moved from going around your waist to resting on your hips then, holding it gently and yet possessively at the same time, "I want to help in any way that I can, Shaun.  But you've got to let me help you, okay?"

Shaun didn't say anything to you, but instead, he leaned down and kiss you soundly.  You felt our eyes close as he kissed you, feeling it through your body and in your core as you two embraced each other.  He would help you when you had a rough night at the ER, or when you would have a shouting match with your boss when it came to the well-being of a patient.  Shaun always consoled you, so it was natural right now to console him.

Shaun pulled away from the kiss and looked back down at you with loving eyes, no longer seeming lost or negative.  He almost seemed like his old self again, but completely, but somewhat.  

"Thank you," He said to him, his voice sounding a bit raw but warm.  You beamed at him, shrugging your shoulders.

"I'd do it for you at any time," You reminded him, rubbing his arm quickly with your fingers before you motioned with your head over to the direction of the bedroom, "Come back to bed with me,"

"But what about—" Shaun was about to say when he motioned to the busted punch bag behind the two of you. 

"We can clean it up tomorrow.  Let's get some sleep before you collapse on the couch," You explained, seeing him give you a tired smile then.  He did look out of it and exhausted, maybe about to fall to the ground from all the sparring he did.  All you wanted to do was to get him some rest and to give him some safety.  

Taking Shaun's hand in your own, you lead him back to your bedroom,  turning off the small living room light as you did.  Shaun followed you willingly, you could hear the sluggish steps of his feet behind you as you both walked down the hallway.  When you finally made it, you navigated Shaun over to his side of the bed by walking around to stand behind him and gently pushing him.  Shaun chuckled from the gesture, going along with it as you were pushing him.

"I can get over to the bed myself, you know," He said to you as he finally made it to his side of the bed.  You grinned, seeing him sit down in a huff as you stood over him with your hands on your hips.

"I know you can, I just like pushing you around," You joked, seeing him crack a grin at you with his signature loving eyes.  You loved it when he was looking at you like that: like you were the one who placed every star in the sky.  It made your heart skip a beat whenever he would stare at you and loved you with his eyes.  

"Well I didn't agree to you pushing me around in our relationship," Shaun hummed with a tried yet amused grin.  You merely rolled your eyes, then leaned down to plant a sweet kiss against his lips.  Shaun leaned into you a bit to kiss you in return.  Before he could press in one more kiss to you, You placed your hands on his chest and gave him one shove, seeing him fall back onto the bed in a huff.  

"Get some sleep!" You said to him lightly as you walked around the bed to the other side.  Shaun slid over the cover while you threw off your robe.  Once you got into bed and under the sheets, Shaun pulled you into his embrace and you sighed in contentment.  You would usually be wrapped up in each other's when you slept in the same bed.  Shaun loved wrapping his arms around you like an octopus, it was one of his favorite things to do with you.  

Yet this time it was different.  He had his head tucked into your neck and shoulder with his arms around your lower stomach and your head against his hair.  You kissed his forehead a few times as your hands rubbed his arms up and down to help lewer him to sleep.  

"Thank you for helping me," Shaun mumbled to you, his voice dripping with sleep against your neck as you felt his body slowly relaxing, "I know it can be a bit much, but having you here with me does help, you know,"

"It's not, honey," you reminded him soothingly, "I'll take on any burden that you have so it won't be as heavy, okay?  Get some sleep now, It'll be okay," 

You waited to make sure Shaun did fall asleep, feeling his heavy breathing on your skin and in your arms to give you sound reassurance that he will be asleep for some time.   You finally fell asleep, content with Shaun being safe there in your bed and your embrace.  All you think about was the future, knowing that there were going to be times that Shaun would dip down again.

Only for you to pick him back up.

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A/N: That’s it!  My first Shang Chi one shot!  I hop ya’ll liked it and I’ll write more down the road!

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[witchybicthparker]

You: I want to nominate Doctor Barnes for professor of the year

You: but I feel like 'his class is the only class my depressed ass is excited for and I actually manage to pay attention to half of it' wouldn't be the best explanation

You: I also want him in my bed and do things to me that would make people question whether I am a feminist because he's sex on legs and yes please, but the two are completely unrelated

I 100% used bucky because of "show me love" by @lenavonschweetz

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