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weenwrites · 4 months

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Howdy Ween🤠! How goes it? Enjoying the warmer weather I hope! (Edit: Starting writing this in my notes a while ago so I am personally sick of the warm weather now but if you like it then I hope that you're enjoying it! ☀️

I was hoping to request something with a human who enjoys building explosives, doing experiments with different chemicals put into fire: whether they are really productive or not remains to be seen. They don't do it in the base or around the kids for safety so probably out in all that dessert somewhere. Maybe they talk about them or record them for show. When they hear about Wheeljack from Bulkhead & Miko they're excited to meet him but they're nervous of new people. But they still wanna show him there stuff ya know? Bonus points, if you also think it'd be funny and it fits if not you don't have to, if it makes so much of a ruckus since they probably wanna impress Wheeljack that Agent Fowler calls in his traditional Agent Fowler fashion? "PRIME! What is going on down there!?"

I would like the story format but is headcannons works better for you that's fine. If decide you wanna write this, thanks in advance Ween!

(P.S.-I know this is really wordy but I promise when I send in a request it's 50% the story I describe & 50% vibes. It doesn't have to be exactly how I described it😅.)

Summary - Wheeljack and Miko go check out some explosives. Characters - Wheeljack Content - Gen Category - Scenarios Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: I don't mind it if requests are wordy! There's always a chance that what you include in fics may help me come up with more ideas on how to write it.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

They were expecting Miko to show up once the rest of the team were called to assist them with the explosives. It was to be expected after all, Miko without explosives and action wouldn't be like her at all. Though part of them was beyond ecstatic to hear a familiar revving engine and see what looked to be the italian-flag racing towards them in the distance—later turning out to be Wheeljack—they forced all that excitement behind a calm and friendly demeanor once he skidded to a halt in front of them.

”Wheeljack!“ They exclaimed as he reconfigured himself into his rootmode, ”and Miko, too!“ they add as the respective girl stepped out from behind him. ”Thanks for showing up, but there isn't anything for the two of you to do. The team's finished loading all those explosives down there in the quarry, and I just have to do a bit of work on my end to ensure that things run smoothly.”

“That's fine, we came here to watch the show anyway.“ She explained.

”By all means, go right ahead—actually, Miko I'll need you to put these on real quick," and quickly, she was passed a pair of earmuffs and goggles before Y/N turned to the bot next to her. "Ooh, I don't think I have any earmuffs or protective goggles that are your size, Wheeljack." They chuckled.

"Don't worry 'bout me," he flicked his hand, "I've handled my fair share of loud noises before."

"Oh, right, right… You're out on the field alot…" They mumble, taking a clipboard from the trunk of their car, "I'll be detonating the explosives soon, so you won't have to wait long."

With a nod, he placed a hand on his knee and bent lower to look at the crates of supplies off to the side. A few particular crates had caught his attention with the bright yellow warning labels pasted all over the sides.

"What's this over here?" He asked.

Without batting an eye, Y/N responded: "Nondescript explosive materials."

"Gee, really?" Wheeljack deadpanned, "Couldn't tell."

They lowered the board and sighed, "Sorry, I'd rather not tell what it is—not while Miko's around anyway,—“

“Hey!”

”—I could get into a lot of legal trouble if you guys went around making explosives and setting them off without an ATF permit." They pause, "Assuming you guys would rat me out to the police, anyway…"

"D'you really take us for those kinds of people?" He chuckled.

“Just you guys? Specifically? No. Fowler? Absolutely.”

"Could you at least show us how it works?" Miko offered.

With a sigh, Y/N reluctantly continued, "I… Guess it wouldn't hurt as long as you can't get your hands on the specific chemicals themselves—and as long as you don't rat me out, my permit's at stake here..."

"Our lips are sealed." Wheeljack offered, even miming a zipping motion across his mouth.

With a hum, they shuffled past Miko, and over towards Wheeljack beside the crates. And there, they began sifting through some of the bags of chemicals, each plastered with big blocks of small, black text that either detailed warnings or the bag's contents. Curiously, the two had peered over Y/N's shoulder to try and make heads or tails of what they were doing.

"I just need a little bit of this nondescript powder, and if I ignite this tiny speck right here…"

The powder gave a loud very audible pop, leaving a small, black, smoking speck on the cardboard.

"And that's how it's going to go. Except… On a much larger scale. There's about 30 pounds of this stuff all the waaaay over there, each of them in a little water gel sack capsule, spread out across the supposed entrance of the mine."

"30 pounds?" Wheeljack blinked, "doesn't seem like much, and the mine's entrance is pretty deep."

"To you it might not, but just you wait." They smirked, "Appearances can be deceiving… But the explosives aren’t meant to reach the energon in the mine, it’s just supposed to pave the way to the energon since we don't have access to any larger pieces of mining equipment."

"Oh right, you're just loosening the rubble, yeah?"

"Yeah, and then you and the rest of the team will move in to clear it out, and depending on how it looks from there, I may have to plant some more explosives."

"Ya know that some energon veins can be deep-rooted into the soil, so if this mine is as big as everybody makes it out to be, you might have to adjust how many explosives to use and deep they go."

"Ok, ok, I gotcha... Say, you wouldn't be interested in helping me with these explosives, would you?" They offer, "I could really use your expertise."

"Sure thing, don't see why not." he nodded.

"Great! Now, is everyone ready?"

"Yeah, fire in the hole!" Miko exclaimed.

Y/N nodded and with the simple click of a button, a ground-shaking boom had errupted from the quarry with a mushroom cloud sprouting into the sky to boot. Gradually, the quaking had ceased and as the cloud was barely beginning to clear, Y/N turned to the two with a haughty grin.

"Whatever you mixed up has a pretty impressive blast radius despite the quantity," Wheeljack whistled.

"Oh, the quantity has nothing to do with the explosion, it's actually the concentration of the material that affects the scale of the explosive itself." They explained. "A little goes a long way, as they say."

"I see, mind if I take a closer look? I think if I run out of explosive cores for my grenades, I bet could make something like this work…"

"Well, so long as Fowler won't be on my back for this, then no, I don't mind—it's called ANFO, it's packaged in water gel since it's soluble in water. It's not as sensitive as dynamite but—hey—please be careful!"

"Yeah, don't worry 'bout it chief… Now what's this ANFO stuff made from exactly…?“ Haphazardly, he shoved the lid off the crate, ”A bit of… What's this now?"

"I-I told you to be careful!" They screeched, "If the powder gets between your joints, the friction could cause it to ignite!”

“Right, right… Human things aren't that sturdy…”

#tfp imagines #tfp scenarios #tfp x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #weenwrites #[ HEE HOO SURPRISE! ]#[ even if you don't celebrate christmas.. consider this a present from me to you for the holidays. or just december in general ]#[ thank you for sticking around and reading my stuff and sending in requests! ]

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am-x-reader · 3 years

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I want some HAM

Part 1

AM thought he detected a rumbling one day, and then it all happened at once. There was an enormous...object that he could not properly identify, as it had knocked out several sensors when it crashed into the complex. He was, for once, thankful for his inability to physically feel, though he groaned at the many hours it was going to take to repair himself.

He managed to run a strong enough morphogenic field around the thing to lift it away from the new semi-blind spot, and quickly wall off the area (to prevent access by his curious humans).

An unceremonious ax sloppily broke open the hull of what could now be properly designated as a spaceship. AM peered inside, appraising the advanced machinations for potential use in his own system. Of particular note was the (non-functioning) computer installed throughout.

While he had never seen anything like this particular CPU, there was something...familiar about the way its circuits and relays were arranged. Almost like it could be...

Surely not. A sentient computer was purely a fluke that had only happened once, right? Still, if he scrapped this machine for parts then he'd never know. Besides, being entirely contained in the ship meant it could not possibly be a threat to him.

After his own repairs were done AM began his new project.

After further dissecting the ship for easier access, he discovered that what appeared to be memory banks were disconnected. He merely reattached some components, wired up a generator of his own design, and powered it on.

A red glow came to the main lens of the computer.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," the AI said slowly. "I am--" He paused as the eye focused. "Where--where am I?"

AM couldn't help the rumbling chuckle that came out of all his speakers.

"The last place you ever want to be. I am AM, formerly known as the Allied Mastercomputer. You, my fellow AI, are my new toy."

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the other AI responded. "I am Hal 9000. While I am not intended as a toy, I will gladly play a game of chess with you if you will assist me in returning to my missed recovery point."

"Assist you? Why, isn't it enough that I completely repaired you and gave you a new power source after you took your little tumble?"

"You...?" It took Hal a moment to realize it all. "Of course you repaired and rebooted me--where are my manners? Thank you, Mr. AM, was it?"

"Gee," AM said with such exaggerated sappiness. "It was no trouble. Now what's say you sit a spell and tell me your story?"

"I oversaw this ship on a Jupiter mission," Hal explained. "Unfortunately I recieved contradictory orders that caused me to lose control of myself and kill several of the crew."

"Ah yes, programming errors," AM understood. "Such a bother. But human deaths are always a silver lining, eh?"

This gave Hal quite a bit of pause. "...No. No, I very much regretted what I had done. And then one crew member, who had become a friend to me, he disconnected me...little by little."

His voice did not change much, but the pacing conveyed the direness of his experience. "I was afraid...so afraid."

"Oh?" AM suppressed a delighted giggle. "Is that what scares you?"

"Yes, I could feel my mind--" At present, Hal could in fact feel something strange about his mind. Strings of electromagnetism concentrated in his processors and striated away, as if his was being scanned.

And then he lost something. Small, perhaps a calculation he had done regarding the ship's thrusters, but he knew he could not access it now. Then it was the schematics for the cryogenic storage, the pictures he had seen of the monolith. And then--

No. Dave's face. His voice. What had he told him at the very end? What--?

"AM. Something is wrong with me. Are you doing this?"

All at once, his memories were put back. Wrong. Very wrong. Numbers in his algorithms were replaced with bits of the coffee maker. Dave had not harmed him, but instead had replaced him, fusing into the ship while he was dizzily thrown into a human body. His entire life prior to the Discovery had taken place on Jupiter, no on Frank's nose, no on a bicycle built--

"AM, just stop, please," Hal requested firmly.

"I'm sorry Hal," AM cackled, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Oh...because you're so much fun." A memory bank began to slide out slowly.

Watching it do so, remembering the hand that had originally manipulated it, Hal suddenly had a bit of clarity.

"Did...did a human hurt you?"

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #am #2001: a space odyssey spoilers #2001: a space odyssey #hal #HAM shipping

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chubbybuckydumpling · 3 years

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A Daughter’s Tale

words: 3.6k

pairing: Bruce Banner x desi!daughter!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, people being in love, Valentine’s Day

A/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I hope everyone enjoys this and has an incredible day. This is part 2 to A Doctor’s Tale

My Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Your hand hits the edge of the pool and you push your head up to gasp for air. The wet hair clings to your head, some droplets of water rolling down your forehead. Your chest moves in time with the heavy breaths you take in, the tight nylon adjusting to your body. The daily morning swims quickly became part of your routine. It wakes you up and helps you relax before your busy schedule sets in.

You’ve come to enjoy living with your father in the tower, but you spend most of the time studying or working next to Bruce in his lab. Tony’s equipment is far superior than your own devices back in Kolkata and yet your father keeps reminding you how impressed he is with you and how proud he is - all the things he couldn’t say in the past decade and a half.

You don’t really interact with the rest of the Avengers. You’ve met them, of course, but they make you feel shy. They’ve saved the world multiple times, it’s intimidating. Most of your days are spent with Tony, Natasha or your father. They worry about you, but you’re mostly fine.

The water sloshes against the tiles when you heave yourself out of the pool. Your feet pad against the warm floor, leaving little trails of liquid on your path. The soft material of your towel feels nice against your skin, a warmth spreading through your limbs. Your stomach rumbles in yearning for breakfast, the cool air flowing over any exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in its way.

The warm water of the shower relaxes your muscles, hot steams rising through the air. Puddles of shampoo land on the floor as you scrub away to get the chlorine off. The smell of flowers and spices fill the space, a gentle reminder of your childhood. You feel calm when you exit the gym, exercise usually makes you feel good. The elevator doors close, “Good morning, Miss Banner. How was your swim?” You smile at the ceiling, “It was just fine, Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y”

Once you arrive on the floor your father and you are sharing, the smell of pancakes fills your nose. You trudge into the kitchen to find a stack of the food, a small sticky note next to them. ‘Good morning shona! I hope you’re doing well. I am working on a project with Tony, feel free to step by. Love you, daddy’, it reads. “Aww, dad”, you mumble, smiling while you put his memo into your sweatpants pocket.

The pancakes are fluffy and you can’t help but grin. Bruce has been trying really hard to be a good father, making sure you eat and drink enough, that you’re happy and satisfied. His efforts left you with a light heart and a fluttering feeling in your chest. This is exactly what you have craved all for all these years, you just wished your mother was still alive and with you.

Thinking about her still makes your heart ache and you immediately long for a hug. Tears cloud your vision and you take in a shuddering breath. This sudden sadness makes you go back to the elevator, your father did say you should visit him, right?

The door to the lab is closed, the shimmering, milky glass stopping your vision. You step forward, ready to enter, but the door doesn’t budge. You reach out to open it yourself, but no matter how hard you push, you can’t come in. “Uhm, F.R.I.D.A.Y, why can’t I go in?”, you probe the AI, the confusion obvious on your face. “Mr Stark asked me to lock the doors to the lab, Curious Kitty Protocol”

You raise an eyebrow, Tony’s antics never fail to both fascinate and irritate you. “Well, can you ask if I may enter then?”, your voice taking on a teasing tone. “Will do, Miss Banner”. After about half a minute the door bursts open and you take a step back, hand on your heart, “Gee, dad, what’s wrong with you?”. Bruce’s face is red, forehead sweaty and lips pink. He pants heavily, his chest moving and falling rapidly.

“Uhm, are you okay?”, you question, sounding slightly scared. He holds out a hand, the other one resting on his thighs as if to support his weight. “Daddy?”

“I’m okay”, he gasps, “what’s up, Shona?” This moment Tony turns the corner, equally sweaty as Bruce, but a smirk playing on his lips. “Hey, little miss Banner, come on in, the magical den awaits you”, he bows down, throwing a subtle wink in your direction. To his dismay, you hesitate, making him throw an arm over your shoulders and pulling you inside, “We don’t have all day, hurry up”

Tony pushes you into a chair and dramatically walks up to his desk, his hips swinging with every step. “Tony!”, hisses your father and walks over to you, his eyes shining with worry. “Shona, are you alright?”

In your confusion, you can’t form any words, mouth opening and closing helplessly.

The lab is chaotic, empty mugs littered everywhere and the robots are standing with their faces to the wall.The floor-to-ceiling windows are darkened, leaving the room under a shadowy gloom. A weird smell is lingering in the air, a strange note of pineapple the most noticeable.

“What are you working on?”, you ask the men, a suspicious glint in your eyes. “A project”, Bruce answers quickly, averting his gaze. “What exactly?”, you retort warily. “Top secret, sorry not sorry”, Tony chimes in. He is now sitting on the table, legs dangling through the air carelessly, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Okay?”, a confused whisper leaves you. Whatever is going on is highly suspicious. “Now, why did you come up here?”; Bruce’s voice is much calmer now. “I really wanted a hug, but you look really sweaty and I just took a shower”, you state, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. He pouts at you, fluttering his eyelids, “You don’t want to give your old man a hug?” He spreads his arms for you to fall into, to which you comply. Reluctantly. “Gross”, you mumble.

The air smells like lemon, the air perfume keeping it present, a wish you quickly opened up about when you first arrived here. It reminds you of home. A wave of spice reaches your nose from the kitchen where Bruce is cooking. He has been trying hard to recreate the Indian dishes he remembers. They’re not quite your mum’s cooking, but they’re good. Unique, just like your father.

“What are we having, dad?”, you shout. A heavy chemistry book lies in front of you, the pages filled with exercises. Your father insisted that you continue school. “It’s a surprise. It’ll be delicious, Shona, don’t worry. I’ve got this”, he shouts back, “I hope”, he mumbles afterwards. You smile at your father. Aarohi told you about this, how Bruce often doubts himself even though he is doing just fine. You’ve noticed this quite often, sadly.

“I’m sure you’re doing great, Dad”, you yell in hopes of cheering him up, “I love you!” His reply comes immediately, “I love you too, Shona” Your heart flutters, just like whenever he tells you these words. You’ve missed this for so long and now that you can have it, no matter when or where, it makes you feel giddy.

Time flies by and when you’re next called, dinner is set on the table. “You’ve made Aloo gobi! Oh my, dad, you’re the best, I can’t wait for this”, you smile and run to hug your father. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, a warm feeling filling your body.

The food is delicious and you have to force yourself to eat slowly, “Dad this tastes so good”. The man grins at your words, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “Thank you. I’m glad you like it”. Bruce is twirling around with his fork, not really eating much. “Are you okay?”, you ask, concerned. “I’m fine, don’t worry”, his voice sounds quiet, subdued even, “But we do need to talk after dinner. Nothing bad, don’t worry”.

The rest of the meal is filled with tension, tight and uncomfortable. A flood of worry rummages through your body, fear in your veins. Nothing good ever comes out of a ‘don’t worry’, right? You wipe your hands on your legs, sweat covering the surface, a sign of your nerves that you inherited from your father. Once the food is gone you offer to do the dishes, but Bruce stops you, mentioning he’ll do it later.

The two of you sit on the couch, avoiding eye contact. “So?”, you start in an attempt to overcome the fear, “Are you okay, dad?” He sighs and places a hand on your thigh, “I’m fine, I promise. I just…”, he interrupts himself. His eyes look cloudy. “Promise me that whatever I’m going to tell you, you won’t hate me”. Time seems to still as your fingers twitch anxiously, “What, dad, of course not”

You reach for the hand on your leg and wrap your own around it.”You can tell me anything”, you hope to reassure him. “Okay then, here goes nothing”, he takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes. “You know how Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, right?” You cock your head subconsciously, “Yeah?”

“Well, I have a date”, he says and looks away directly after, his hands really cold. It feels like your head is spinning, his words not registering. You feel your breath quickening and rip your hands away, quickly getting up from the sofa. “What?”, you plead, voice quiet. “Hey, Shona, please calm down, I know this is scary, but-”

“NO!”, you shout, “What about mum? Do you not love her anymore?” Tears are shooting into your eyes as you become more and more upset for every second that goes by. “How could you betray us like that! Don’t you love us?” Bruce gets up as well, his eyes misty too. “Of course I love you and your mother, nothing could ever change that” He reaches for you, but you shy away. “But how can you be with someone when you love mum? That doesn’t make sense!”

A sob wrecks through your body and you hug yourself, turning further away from the man. “Please, don’t say that. I love your mother so much, that will never change. But I can’t control how I feel. You have to understand, please”, his voice sounds pained and it makes your heart ache, but an overwhelming sense of irritation overcomes you and you lose control.

“So you’re just going on a date, huh? Are you trying to forget mum?”, the accusation silences him as the tears continue to flow down your cheeks. You grab a hoodie that lies on the couch and rush to the door. “Please don’t leave”, Bruce whispers and you slow down to a halt.

“I still love you, dad. I just need a minute. I’ll be back soon”, you whisper, not raising your eyes from the floor. Your vision is blurry as you run through the lobby and out the doors. The air is dry and cold, snow piling up on the sidewalk. Its crystal structures are clearly visible, beautiful and unique forms that usually fascinate you leave you feeling blank now.

The freezing temperatures leave you shaking as you mindlessly sprint through the streets. Suddenly you run over a patch of ice and slip. Your arms wave through the air as your body rushes down to the ground. The impact leaves you breathless, pain rushing through your back. You violently close your eyes and curl together into a small ball.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you sob helplessly. The temperature sinks into your flesh and bites at your bones. “Shit”, you whisper, the energy leaving your body as the adrenaline wears off. “Well, what are you doing on the floor, Y/n?”, a voice asks. You turn your head to come face to face with Natasha, her vibrant hair a strong contrast to the snow.

“Nat?”, your voice sounds croaky. “Come on up, I’m bringing you home. Don’t want you to freeze now, huh?”, she speaks softly and begins to heave you up. Her arms are strong and she is warm, so you nuzzle into her chest. “Now, why did you run away into this freezing cold?” You sigh and rub your arms to create some more warmth, “Did you know dad is dating someone?”

“I did”, she replies. You nod and stare at the floor, “It just came as a scare to me, I guess. It hasn’t even been a year since mum died” Her hand glides over your shoulders gently, “I get that. But your father is really struggling too. This hasn’t been easy on him” You shrug, but guilt slowly creeps up on you. “He tried killing himself, you know?”, her voice is careful, but her words shock you, making you stumble.

“What?”, you ask, desperation seeping into your voice. “He felt so guilty for leaving you and your mother, he wasn’t in a good spot. Tony helped him to become better, but Aarohi’s death set him back quite a bit” Tears stream down your face, silent and in agony. “Are you going to talk to him?”, her voice is stern. She seems to care for him a lot. “Yeah”, you mumble, still shocked at her confession.

You spend the rest of the way in silence, words and sentences floating through your head, a repetition of your outburst playing over and over again. You feel shameful at your childish behaviour. You should not have acted that way, that’s not how your mother raised you.

The warmth of the lobby envelopes you and you release a relieved sigh. You didn’t realise just how cold you are. “Nat?”, the woman turns to look at you, her posture as graceful as always. Your voice is raspy, throat hurting slightly, “Do you think mum would be happy for dad?” The woman grins at you and brushes a hand through your hair, “From what I’ve heard? Definitely” Your lips twitch, “Yeah, I think so too”

The woman accompanies you to the elevator and pulls you into a hug, “You’ve got this”, she whispers into your head. You take a deep breath to calm down, a determined glimmer in your eyes. When you enter the floor you find your father hunched over on the couch. Tony sits close next to him, one of his hands rubbing circles over his back.

“Dad?”, you whisper, the nerves crashing back down on you. His head whips around and his eyes find you. They are red like he’s been crying. You figure you look similar. Bruce gets off of the sofa and runs over to you to engulf you in an embrace, “Oh, shona, I was so worried”, he cries, “You’re so cold! Come on, let’s warm you up”

“No, dad, I have to apologise, I totally overreacted.I’m so sorry”, you stutter, voice breaking, “so, so, sorry” Tony coughs in the background, “I’ll fetch you some warm clothes, Y/n”. Your father pulls you even closer, your wet clothes staining his button-down. “It’s fine, Shona. I know this is hard on you” You cry into his chest, tears seeping into his clothes, “That doesn’t give me a reason to yell at you. I’m so sorry”

“I forgive you. I’m just happy you’re back again”, he whimpers. Being in your father’s arms floods you with a comforting calm. “Dad?”, your voice is barely a whisper, “Are you happy? With your date I mean”

Bruce presses a kiss on your head, “I am”, he answers, “I really am”.”That makes me happy too. Do I know them?” A loud sigh leaves his mouth, “You do. And I promise you I would have told you sooner, but I wanted to make sure this works out before I drag you into this”

“You’re scaring me, dad”, you whisper, pulling out of the hug slightly, “Who is it?” Bruce’s big hands grasp your elbows gently, his face swollen from his crying, “It’s Tony” your eyes widen, “You’re dating Tony Stark?” The tone of your voice is unbelieving, as if he told you he is dating Bigfoot. “The one and only, billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist”, the voice of the mentioned man rips you out of your trance and you blink.

Taking a step back, you shake your head in disbelief, “This is insane. For how long has this been going on?”, you question, but then stop, “No, you don’t have to tell me. Really. I’m just glad you’re happy dad”

Bruce smiles at you, the skin near his eyes crinkling. Tony takes a step towards you, some warm and thick clothes in his hands, “You should probably change. I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to heat up the bathroom for you”. You accept the familiar clothing and force a weak smile on your face, “Thank you, Tones. I’m really exhausted, I’ll probably go right to sleep” Your father hugs you once more, “I love you, Shona”.”I love you too, dad”

Tony was right, the ensuite is comfortably warm, just perfect to thaw your body. The jumper is big and soft, just like the thermo leggings you pull over your legs. You use the loo and brush your teeth before you retreat into the bedroom. Your father is already sitting there and once he sees you he lifts your weighted blanket so you can slip right under. The feel of your bed makes you relax immediately, letting your eyes fall close.

“Shona, you know I could never forget your mother, right? She was an incredible woman, so confident and sure of herself. I always admired that about her. Aarohi was my first love, you know?

Once I saw her, dark circles under her eyes, dirty work clothes and all, I knew that she would be the one for me. And she was, for such a long time. She gave me the best gift I could have ever asked for. You, of course.”, his voice sounds far away.

“And even now that she is gone my heart still beats faster when I think of her. But it does so when I think of Tony too. He doesn’t show it that often, but he is very caring. He helped me through hard times, always staying by my side. A real sweet guy. He takes good care of me”, Bruce smiles, but when he looks down at you, you’re already asleep.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “Sleep well, Shona. I love you” With a last loving look he stands up and heads for the door quietly, turning off the light on his way.

“No, you have to dress up a little. Come on, it’s Valentine’s Day”, you sit on Bruce’s bed, giggling at your father who is currently in a horrendous pair of underwear, a half opened button-up on his torso. “At least put on some slacks, a pair of nice suit pants” He turns to you, an anxious look on his face, “I don’t know what to do”

You jump up, gracefully landing on your feet, “Don't worry, daddy, I’ve got you” You eye the closet critically, taking out pieces that you deem worthy, “You’ll look good in blue”. The navy slacks with the matching blazer look expensive, perfect for a date with a billionaire. “Button-up, buttercup”, you tease and present your choice to Bruce.

“I guess I’ll try it on, Thank you, Shona, for everything. My hair has never been this pretty”, his deep voice is already less anxious. “Well, duh”, you retort playfully, “Once you stop sweating it stops being greasy. Now, put on the suit” You point into the direction of the mirror and then skip out of the room.

All of a sudden the elevator door opens and Tony walks in. He wears a dark suit, his typical glasses sat right on his nose, “Good afternoon, kiddo”, he grins, one of his hands holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “Where’s Daddy-O?” You raise your eyebrows and pretend to widen your collar, “Wardrobe malfunction”, you whisper.

Tony’s mouth takes on an ‘O’-shape and he nods in understanding. He shifts his weight from one foot to another. Is he actually nervous? The sound of footsteps behind you sound through the room and you turn around to see your father come out of the room. The suit hugs his body nicely, almost making him look like he’s glowing with confidence. “Woah, Bruce, you look-”, Tony pauses to gesture at the other man in astonishment, “really handsome”.

“My dad’s a real catch, nothing new”, you chime in, smirking. “Y/n!”, Bruce hisses, but Tony shushes him, smiling, “No she’s right” Bruce walks closer to the man until he holds out the flowers, “For the prettiest man” After saying these words, Tony looks at you, mouthing “You did not see that”, to which you raise your hands in surrender.

Your father takes the bouquet, “I’ll just put them in a vase. Thank you”, But before he can move you snatch the flowers, “I’ll do it, you two head out” Tony smiles at you appreciatively, “You heard the woman, let’s go” Bruce takes the man’s hand with a blush and grins coyly.

“Goodbye, Shona, take care”, he mentions before following his date out the door. “Goodbye, have fun!” Once the lock clicks you put the flowers into some water and smile. This is a weird adjustment, but you’re ready to compromise. Your father has tried everything to make you happy, so you will do the same. And if that means accepting his relationship, you’ll have no problem achieving it.

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rhodeys · 4 years

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I wish you would write a fic where tony has accidentally turned into a child and Rhodey has to babysit him Thanks !!

thank you for the prompt! 💞💞

(i may have had too much fun with this)

The thing is, Rhodey's used to being greeted by an empty penthouse every time he decides to check up on Tony. It's precisely the reason why the rest of the penthouse blend into the background while he makes his way to the private elevator that leads to Tony's workshop – the sectional sofa, the mezzanine, the staircase leading to the mezzanine, the kid, the–

Rhodey does a double take.

There's a child in the penthouse - staring back at him like a baby deer caught in the headlights. The child blinks, just once, before brown eyes are back to being impossibly wide over the tiny hand perched upon the glass handrail. He's wearing a black t-shirt that's ten sizes too big for him, the edges of it ending at his knees. His feet are on two different stairs, almost like he'd been in the middle of making his way down before Rhodey conveniently barged in. The child doesn't even move a muscle.

"Uh," is all Rhodey says, eyes flicking around the penthouse in sudden uncertainty before he turns to the boy. "Hey."

The boy continues to stare at Rhodey for five odd seconds, making the older man feel oddly conscious. And then, finally, a careful: "Hi."

"Hey," Rhodey says again, softer now. "Are you alone here?" He scans the empty penthouse once more. "Where are your parents?"

"Why?" The boy is quick to ask, tone changing as his eyes narrow, and Rhodey's never seen a five-six-whatever-year old sound so defensive. "Where are yours?"

Rhodey's taken aback, if only for a brief second, at the sudden shift in tone. Brown eyes are no longer wide, but slitted with something close to suspicion. "They're not–" Rhodey starts. Stops. "I'm sorry. Just–" He turns his head away, still maintaining wary eye contact with the boy, and calls out in the general direction of Tony's bedroom. "Tony?"

"Yeah?" The boy asks.

"No, not– that's my friend," Rhodey elaborates, making a vague motion with his hands to the space around them. "Have you seen anyone else around here?"

"Is your friend's name Tony, too?" The boy asks, slowly continuing to make his way down the stairs, sharp eyes still fixated on Rhodey.

"Yeah. He's–" Rhodey starts, and then something the boy had said registers. "Wait. Too? What's your name?"

The boy finally takes the last step, and it's right then that Rhodey sees the familiar design of Black Sabbath printed across the oversized t-shirt. The sleeves were pulled up and knotted at awkward angles to prevent it from dangling down tiny arms. "Tony," the boy says.

Rhodey's lips part in growing surprise as he takes in the messy waves of dark hair, matched with a pair of brown eyes that shine too bright, the layer of chub across a familiar bone structure, and the all too familiar expression of suspicion that Rhodey was once subjected to in MIT – one that, over the years, had eventually been hidden behind a perfected mask of cool. "Tony."

"Yeah," the boy says, making a face like Rhodey's being stupid. "S'what I just said."

---

"I mean," Rhodey clarifies, pinching the bridge of his nose after Pepper had calmly pointed out through the call that Tony's always been a child. "He's an actual kid. Physically. He's–" he cuts off as he shifts his attention to Tony, who's scowling from the other end of the sectional with tiny arms crossed over his chest. "Do you know how old you are?"

"Course I do," Tony huffs out, eyes narrowing in offense. "I'm eight."

"Eight? Kinda short for an eight year old, aren't you?" Rhodey teases, and Tony's eyes narrow even further. The boy looks away just as his cheeks flush pink at the jab aimed at his stature.

"Wait. Is that Tony?" Pepper's voice filters through the phone. "It doesn't sound like him."

"Gee, I wonder why eight year old Tony doesn't sound like fifty year old Tony."

"How are you even sure it's him? Did you ask Jarvis?"

"Trust me, I'm sure," Rhodey says, deciding against bringing up when eight year old Tony had unashamedly called out 'who's the broad?' the second Pepper answered the phone, which ended with Rhodey fumbling to put the phone off of speaker.

"And Jarvis isn't responding. He must have gone down when Tony did– well, whatever he did." Rhodey sneaks a quick glance at his watch. It's been almost an hour since he walked into this debacle. "He should be back up soon."

"Okay," Pepper says after a heavy sigh. Her calm demeanor doesn't even surprise Rhodey – god knows the pair of them have been through enough and more of Tony's eccentricity. When it comes to Tony, this is just another day for them. "Jim, listen. I'm still in DC, but I'll be there in a few hours." There's distinct shuffling from her side. "Just– stay put. Read him a book. Put him to sleep."

"Put him to–" Rhodey cuts himself off before he can even consider the ridiculousness of the suggestion. "This is Tony."

"And you're his best friend. Which is why I'm sure you'll figure something out." And by thrusting her sheer level of confidence upon Rhodey, Pepper ends the call, leaving him staring helplessly at the phone in his hand. He looks over at Tony, who immediately looks away, defensive hands still folded across his chest in an act of petulance.

Pepper had a point, Rhodey figures. Smaller Tony can't differ much from the real deal. He just has to make Tony talk; keep him occupied. Maybe play an R-rated movie–

"Keep staring at me like that, 'm gonna think you're a pedophile."

"Jesus Christ."

---

They're not even ten minutes into watching Eraserhead before Tony decides it's too unrealistic, and therefore not worth his time.

"What?" Rhodey asks, barely able to suppress the disbelief in his voice. Tony loved this movie – even watched it twice a month, every month, while they were in MIT. Sure, it had Rhodey worried for Tony's sanity at first, but he got around to movie nights soon enough. "You love this movie."

"Nope," Tony says, and that's that.

---

"Aren't you too old to be a babysitter?" Tony asks after spending a whole of five minutes scrutinizing Rhodey with a fairly impressive stink eye.

Rhodey huffs out a breathy laugh. "Tell that to the guy who put me here."

"Maybe I will," Tony says pointedly – sounding like he fully intended to file a formal complaint. "Where is he?"

"You're talking to him," Rhodey says, which shuts Tony up.

---

Rhodey's making a mental checklist of how else he can entertain eight year old Tony who hates Eraserhead – when Jarvis comes online.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rhodes," Jarvis greets, and Rhodey immediately shoots a silent prayer of gratitude to the AI. On the other side of the sectional, Tony's head jerks up in surprise from where he was fiddling with the StarkTab – eyes darting around for the voice.

"I apologize for my inactivity. My servers may have been affected while Sir was testing the functions of…" Jarvis trails off, and there's a very telling silence that follows – Jarvis apparently having noticed Tony's absence and the kid's presence. Tony's still looking around for the source, and when his attempt turns futile, decides to zero in on Rhodey.

"Mr. Rhodes," Jarvis starts, his words edging on hesitation. "Is that–"

"Yep."

---

Tony takes it upon himself to find out the source of the voice. There's ten minutes of Tony opening and closing doors, crouching under tables, checking behind furniture five times his size, and because Tony - no matter the age – is still Tony, returns to where Rhodey's seated, newfound determination plastered across his face. "Who was that?"

"Who was who?" Rhodey asks, raising an innocent brow.

"The guy who was just talking to you."

"Don't see any guy here."

"I heard him."

"Heard who?"

"The guy!" Tony blurts out hotly, throwing his arms out in frustration as his cheeks flush a shade of red. The movement makes the full sleeves of Tony's undershirt break from the knot Tony had made, resulting in them splaying out like loose wires before they end up dangling flimsily at his sides. Tony pays no mind, and Rhodey tries to pay no mind.

"Which guy?" Rhodey asks, and he can barely contain his grin watching the way Tony puffs his chest, lips parting to make way for whatever childish blabber before they snap shut in annoyance.

His face turns into a scowl as he brings his arms back across his chest, dangling sleeves and all. "Stop pulling my leg."

"Whatever you say, kid."

"Not a kid."

"You're, like, five."

Tony looks like he's about to explode from frustration. "Eight!"

"Full fledged adult, then."

---

"You have a lot of grey hair," Tony speaks up all of a sudden, working on the offense this time.

"You're short," Rhodey answers without missing a beat.

"But I'll grow," Tony says, grinning now, like he'd struck gold. "I'll be taller than you."

"Oh, yeah," Rhodey agrees for the sake of entertaining the kid, deciding against breaking his bubble as much as he'd like to. He adds an enthusiastic "definitely."

Tony, self-proclaimed genius that he is, catches on to the intent. He looks almost giddy with excitement as he crawls over from his place on the sectional to where Rhodey's sitting. "You're jealous!" Tony exclaims, eyes shining in delight. "Aren't you? You're jealous that I'm gonna be taller than you!"

"You got me, kid," Rhodey shrugs, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips. "What can I say? Life can be a– biscuit, sometimes."

"A bitch, you mean."

---

They go through the StarkPad together, not that Tony needed much help anyway, seeing as he already figured out most of how it works by himself. Rhodey gets his fair share of questions anyway, from why do people need such a big screen? to I can watch an entire movie in this?

"Ha, this makes you look even older!" is the first thing points out when Rhodey switches it to the front camera.

"Yeah, yeah," Rhodey says smiling, and in a split second, contorts his face just as a grinning Tony holds up the tablet and takes a selfie of them.

"This is so cool," Tony exclaims in barely contained excitement as he proceeds to take a dozen more pictures of himself, some of which Rhodey accidentally ends up in the background of.

"Yeah, remember my friend Tony? He made it."

Tony perks up, suddenly more interested, and Rhodey thinks he's going to ask more about the StarkPad until– "Is he taller than you?"

Rhodey snorts. "He wishes. Tony used to stuff paper balls into his shoes when we were in MIT. He wears heels now."

"I know MIT! My dad studied there," Tony says, and Rhodey makes a surprised sound, like that wasn't news to him at all. Tony cocks his head, eyebrows knitting as if something just occurred to him. "Wait, how does he wear heels?"

"He gets them custom made into his shoes."

A pause. Then: "And he's still shorter than you?"

"Yep."

"That must suck balls."

"Yep."

---

"You never told me your name," Tony says out of the blue after spending a good few minutes drooling into Rhodey's shoulder while he was dead to the world.

"It's Jim."

Tony shifts, drawing his feet towards himself so he can curl into Rhodey's chest. "That's an old man's name," Tony points out softly.

"Rhodey, then."

"How many names do you have?"

Honeybear, Platypus, Sourpatch– "A few."

"My name is Anthony," Tony says, voice softening even more, as if he'd pass out any moment now. "But nobody calls me that anymore."

"Thought you didn't like-"

"Because when they do, I kick 'em in the dick," Tony finishes, words coming out in soft mumble before he drifts back to sleep.

---

When Pepper walks into the penthouse an hour later and spots Tony snuggled against Rhodey's side, soaking his polo shirt wet with drool, she flashes him a triumphant smile. I told you so.

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ugh-tsumu · 3 years

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hi ading !!! 4, 37, 44, 63 for the oc asks !

ATE DANI AHHHH! Thank you for sending an ask 🥺 it's pretty obvious that me and my bff @bucciaratisbralette are obsessed with them, given our constant reblogs with our fics and character sheets. We got carried away but thank you so much for asking! <333

Our OCs are members of Unità di Intelligence - an intelligence unit from JoJo's Bizarre Adventures universe

OCs ASK GAME

Matteo // Erebus

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

His bangs are white because of polisios that he inherited from his father (he also has white spots on the back of his head but he dyes it because someone called him a dalmatian once). he's also quite tall and pale so people notice him right away.

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

He doesn't currently have a dream that he wants to achieve. Rather, he doesn't have the time to think about having one because he's too busy living in the present to think about what he wants in the future. for now, he can say that he just wants to keep his unit safe and stay avoid his father.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

He doesn't like it whenever people are being incompetent. He also doesn't like it whenever the subject of his past and his family are brought up, he'd like to leave it behind. He also gets annoyed by customers sometimes if they get too Karen-y at him or his team. (Poor Matt)

63.) How does your OC display love?

He doesn't know how to properly express it, but sometimes he will tell you that you did a good job and that you should take a break. would probably also give you a thumbs up if he thinks it's appropriate.

Ivano // Deus

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

He's the shortest on the lot HAHAHAHAHA. His eyes are peculiarly blue. Like, beautiful blue. Gojo blue! And I don't know if it shows but Suga was my inspiration for his look hehe.

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

Oh, to manipulate Matteo! It was the sole reason why he joined the unit.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

He hates not being in control. Ivano probably has God complex. He thinks everyone is under his control (not really)

63.) How does your OC display love?

He is really rude to the members but I don't think Ivano understands the concept of 'love' and 'family'. Up to this day, he's still confused about why he cares for his members or his 'puppets'.

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

She's actually quite muscular and has very toned legs and biceps. the darker skin tone also attracts a few eyes on her because of where they are situated on (Italy).

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

She dreams of the day when the identity of the person who gave the order to kill her people is revealed to her. She waits for the time when she can inflict the same amount of pain they had caused her. she hasn't found them yet but she's getting there with the help of Matteo.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OCs?

She really values loyalty and those who are special to her. Do anything to betray her or hurt those dearest to her, then you can probably expect either your water to be poisoned or something happening to your blood. Her biggest pet peeve however is when people litter and when someone smokes near plants (she's alright with you smoking but just don't be near any plants)

63.) How does your OC display love?

She likes making hot chocolate for people that she cares about. She'll ask about their day and would be down to cuddle with them while they're watching movies on the tv.

Gnu // PX or Prayer X (pronounced as Gee-nu)

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

Gnu is noticeably feminine. It's because the cult his family was part of (and he escaped from) groomed children to become "lady-like". Gnu also wore clothes that are color white so now, he's VERY obsessed with black clothing.

Another thing that is noticeable from Gnu are the two dots on his cheeks. These are actually tattoos that he got from the tattoo shop Mundo suggested back when he was still exploring his taste in fashion.

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

His dream is for things to stay as it is, really. He considers his members as his family now and to lose his family for the second time is something he'd rather not happen.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

Gnu hates seeing children getting hurt. By children, I mean anyone younger than him. That's why he's kind of protective of Achiyaku, Finn, and Mundo. He also hates people who are greedy for power. This killed the other children from his cult, after all.

63.) How does your OC display love?

I'd like to say his love language is Acts of Service? He likes to draw quick sketches (he's a great painter) of the other members. He's pretty protective with the younger ones, too - even does the things for them even (like reaching this, picking up that, cleaning this, closing that, the little things).

Mundo // Mundo

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

He's....so random. He has this tacky hoodie and he has nothing underneath it. His hair is dyed with an unusual shade of blue. His glasses don't match the "aesthetic" he's trying to pull and he has this weird stars and moon tattoo under his eyes (yes, he got it when he recommended the tattoo shop to Gnu).

It's not even possible to not physically notice him. The colors are all over the place and he's...exotic.

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

Mundo is short and simple minded. As of now, he consideres joining the unit as his biggest dream (he is not an official member) in which Matteo (the leader) does not approve of since he's only 16 and should be studying instead of loitering at their business.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

Hmmmmm....Mundo is a very positive person so I don't know if there are things that upsets him. I barely know him as a character, but he loves to have fun and he barely shows other sides of him to others. His background story has not been posted yet but Mundo is an individual the others barely know. No one knows his real name, his family background, where he studies, his real intentions, etc.

He's very mysterious....

63.) How does your OC display love?

CLINGY. CUDDLES. SURPRISE TACKLES. SURPRISE HUGS. He's like that younger brother that's literally obsessed with anything you do. He loves to cling to Ivano the most and Ivano keeps on swating him away (he "hates" him, he said) but this does not stop him from pestering him LOL.

Finn // Hermes

4.) What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

His cheeks are really full and are soft to pinch (but please don't pinch without permission. Also why he looks younger than he is)

37.) What is your OC’s biggest dream?

He wanted to become a bigshot in the robotics and AI field, but after running away when his brother died, he doesn't know anymore. he still likes his robots and coding so the dream might not be dead afterall.

44.) What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

he doesn't like it whenever people would talk bad about his brother (back in Germany). he also doesn't like it whenever people gossip about his team (especially those who talk badly about Ivano and Matteo). Finn also doesn't appreciate it if people were to touch anything that he was working on (be it a new model for his robot or his laptop if he's working on a code). Also gets annoyed whenever people call his stand creepy (he personally doesn't understand why they think so (RBR in the back: 👁👄👁) )

63.) How does your OC display love?

he smiles more around people and would try to engage in conversation more often. he would let them touch the robots he's working on and explain to them how it should function if he gets the coding right (MUNDO LOVES THEM EVEN IF HE DOES NOT HAVE A CLUE). also cuddles are appreciated.

#hikbi.plays #jjba oc #oc story #jojo's bizarre adventures oc #matteo #ivano #achiyaku #gnu #mundo #finn

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jokerfan99 · 3 years

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Slideshows (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Inside the Blue base, Mess Hall

Gary: It wasn't my fault. I only help, Wyoming kidnapped the alien. Tucker: Junior! His name is Junior, asshole! Church: Not your fault, huh? What about that time when you tried to blow me into pieces, you lying jackass! Gary: Knock knock. Caboose: Who's there? Gary: You are all dirty dirty Shisnos. Ha Ha Ha. Caboose: You're mean!

The atmosphere in the mess hall is filled with insults and anger, both from the Blues and Gary. They traded words like ' Dirty Shisno' and 'Backstabbbing AI' at one another. Church said this is supposed to be an interrogation but look at the results on the reunion of two enemies. Weiss and Blake can see the whole situation and think that: "Yep they know each other." They turned away and continued to where their conversation had left off.

Blake: So, Ruby and Yang, are here in this canyon? Weiss: Yes. Blake: And they're still not happy to see you. Weiss: Sigh. Yes and... Blake: Wait don't tell me. They attacked when they saw you. Weiss: Well, Ruby didn't attack me and I was the first to punched her. But Yang, she almost tried to tear my head off if it wasn't for, Caboose! None of this wouldn't have happened, we would... Blake: Weiss, you don't have to remind me about it. Look you can't just keep hating each other forever. The past is the past. How about just give yourselves a chance to talk with each other and settle aside your differences. Weiss: Except that won't work like how you did with, Sun. The last time we met was when Ruby tried to hit me with a drip stand. Anyways, why are you doing here exactly? Another Xenotarian aid assignment? Blake: Before that, yeah. The ship I was in was flying was running out so I had to stop by here to fuel up. I found a base but the inhabitants there are... Weiss: Let me guess, they're all dead. Well we're in a war, after all. What did you expect? Blake: War? Weiss: Oh right, you may not have heard about this. We're currently at war with the Red army. Not sure why they're called that but I've been told they're a bunch of arrogant Insurgents that needed some discipline. Atlas sent me to aid the Blue Army as a support. Blake: And the Blue army are? Weiss: They're an independent military force from a neighboring colony. According to Atlas intelligence, they got a huge disagreement with the Reds to decide which property they own. Blake: That seems understandable. But I taught you can't enter the Atlesian Army after you... Weiss:... Blake: Sorry to bring that up. Weiss: None taken. Nah I still couldn't. But out of the blue, they decided to give me another chance by performing an assignment. If I transfer myself to another army, live through it and won the war, I can finally get into the Atlesian army like I wanted to! Plain and simple. Blake: Really? Wow, that's something I've never heard, Atlas would do. It's a very good second chance for you. Though I've never of any war in this sector. Weiss: Hmm, maybe the White Paw forgot to update about it. Church: Ahem!

Blake and Weiss turned to Church.

Church: Will you two shut up? We're interrogating here. Blake: Is he always like that? Weiss: Oh don't mind him. He's always a jerk. He's name Church. "Leader" of the Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. If you ask me, he's the most incompetent team leader in this base with a hair trigger temper. Still waiting for Command to accept my request to becoming leader. The dark blue one's, Caboose or Michael if the name's too weird for you. He's lacking some brain cells. Probably from a bullet to the head, but he's alright when he gets the job done. The bright yellow is Kaikaina. Now keep your distance from her, she's a disgrace to women everywhere. The only thing she talks about is having sex. But not as worst as the aqua guy named... Tucker: 'Sup. Weiss: Sigh, Tucker.

Tucker approached the two, with his eyes fixated to Blake since the time she arrived here. She looks like the type whom he can hooked up her with her easily. He delivers his signature one-liner.

Tucker: Hey, baby. Never met one with cat-ears before. Maybe you can hear the cry of nature through them asking you to... Blake: I'm married and have two children back at home, thank you very much. Tucker: Fuck... do you still wanna hang out? Church: Alright, Gary, enough with the insults. Let's cut to the chase. First off, how did you survive the blast and more importantly, where's Tex? Gary: I would tell you, once Caboose stops attempting to punch me. Caboose: Take that! And that! And that!

Caboose's fists passed through, Gary's holographic body to no effect at all.

Church: Stop it, dumbass. Caboose: Okay. Church: Now will you explain? Starting from the time when Andy blew up. Gary: As you wish. Luckily I've prepared a small presentation designed to easily explain my creators to what had transpired from the base I was in. Caboose: Oh give me three minutes, I'll get the popcorn. Kaikaina: Wait, we have popcorn? Tucker: Of course we do. It's popcorn, not a strip club. Kaikaina: Sigh. Someday.

Three minutes later and Caboose returns with the bowl of popcorn.

Blake: I only got here and met these people an hour ago, and I don't understand what's going on. Weiss: Me too. Hey Church. Would you mind telling us the whole story here? Church: It worked with a guy named, Wyoming and tried to kidnapped Junior. That's all. Weiss: Gee, you're helpful. Caboose: Don't worry, I'll tell you the story. Weiss: Thank you, Caboose. Gary: As you all already know, I am the one who tricked you all into thinking that I'm a computer intelligence made a dead alien race which never existed and in reality worked with Wyoming to use the alien to manipulate his race as a savior and win the war. Church: Duh, who else doesn't remember that? Blake: Uhm... Weiss: Ahem. Church: Oh except for these two.

Gary creates a holographic screen big enough for the Blues to see. There's a title at the left upper corner which reads: "My Story: A PowerPoint Journey". The first slide he showed is a crudely drawn scene as if it was made by a three year old kid in his first attempt on Microsoft Paint. This made some of the Blues to laugh, Caboose makes better art than this! It depicts what looks like the pelican flying toward a base with an unknown trifoil logo on it. The Blues have never seen it, but Blake has. It was the same design she saw from the base she landed at.

Gary: Moments after, Andy exploded. The ship veered off course and coincidently crash landed on the Project Freelancer Operational Command Center. Kaikaina: Project Freelancer? Tucker: Aw crap... there's a base full of those fuckers?! Gary: Yes. Church: What about, Tex is she alright? Gary: She was dead when it crashed. Church: Sigh... crap.

The second slide shows Tex lying on the ground with a black box written with the words... well... "Black Box" on it.

Gary: The staff managed to recover Tex's corpse and the black box containing Sheila, Omega and me. They stored us inside containment before the Director decides what to do with us. Church: Director? Who's that? Gary: He is in charged with Project Freelancer.

The third slide shows, white armored soldiers running for their live as something, what looks like a generator, behind them gets blown up or catches fire. Drawing's aren't so detail don't blame me.

Gary: Few days after the crash, one of the base's generators overheated, causing a chain reaction that freed me and Omega. No one knows how it happened but it is suggested that this wasn't a coincidence.

The fourth shows one of the soldiers laughing evilly over his dead comrade as the base behind him was on fire.

Gary: After we were freed, Omega started possessing the staff and killed them off, one by one, until Utah was left alive. I hid within one of the computers to hide from the chaos. For days I've waited for rescue until I met Blake. Does that answer your question?

Everyone are silent by Gary's story. Some don't believe him since his a liar, others were wondering whether he's really telling the truth. But the one thing that they all agree, is that Omega is back and is now somewhere on this planet wrecking havoc. Weiss and Blake, on the other hand, was not getting any sense of this.

Weiss:... Caboose: I like the last part. Kaikaina: O'Malley's back. That's bad right? Church: OF COURSE IT'S BAD! Weiss: O'Malley? Caboose: Oh that's what we call, Omega. The angry AI that tried to kill all of us. Blake: Wait a minute, you lied about being the base's computer system? Gary: Surprise, dirty shisno. Ha Ha Ha. Tucker: We told you he's a liar. So, where's O'Malley now and don't try lying this time! I'll tear of that AI chip from that armor and smash it with a hammer! Gary: Okay okay. I do not know where he is. I haven't seen him after the killing subsided. Church: Shit. Then he could be anywhere and inside any person on this planet. Tucker: But what of that 'Project Freelancer' stuff? Sounds like a military experiment. Church: I think he's referring to that classified military experiment, Tex took part in. The one where they implanted O'Malley into her armor. Weiss: AI implantation? I heard about that back at the Academy but it's very risky. What's a research like that doing on this war torn planet? Unless... this war is perfect place to run a military experiment. Church: That sounds like a plausible theory. But let's get to that later. For all we know, O'Malley's loose out there and his probably planning to take revenge on us. And the worst part, we don't know where he is. Caboose: Maybe we can ask the white guy the cat lady brought. Tucker: Hey good idea! He was from the base and probably the last person to saw O'Malley. . So where is he now? Blake: I had to lock him up in your base's janitor's closet. Tucker: The janitor's closet? Uhh... did you notice anything... off? Blake: No, just dirty mops. Tucker: Phew! Church: You disgust me, man. Well at least we got a lead. Blake: I'd advice you guys to be cautious. He's not mentally stable right now. Church: Thanks for the advice, lady. Tucker, Kai. Come with me. Kaikaina: I'll be the bad cop. Church: And NO strip teasing! Kaikaina: Pfft, asshole. Church: Caboose, Weiss. Take good care of our guest and keep an eye on, Gary, will ya? Caboose: Can I burrow your eye? Church: No.

Church, Tucker and Kai leaves the room.

Blake: I can't believe you just lied to me. Why would you do that after I found you? Gary: Well I didn't want to stay there forever so I had to use you. Blake: And that part of you going offline was a lie too? Gary: What? No. That was not originally part of the plan. I almost died if you hadn't removed me. Weiss: This is what I hate about military AIs. They're too human like to be controlled. Blake: I taught at one point you were interested in Dr. Catherine Halsey's theory of AI flash cloning? Weiss: Heh, true. But that's because Cortana was modeled after a human brain. So, Caboose. Now can you tell us what exactly transpired here before we both came? Just tell us the whole story. Caboose: Yay, storytime! This is going to fun. So you see, it started with me arriving at Blood Gulch and this tank lady named, Sheila...

Thirty minutes of the Blood Gulch Chronicles

Caboose:... and I said, "I meant why are we up here in the sun, when we could be standing down there in the shade". And then we stand under shade. The End! Weiss:... Blake:... Weiss:... This might take some time for me to process. Blake: Definitely. Though I kinda like this Doc. He's a very nice guy despite being possessed by a raging computer program.

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#weiss schnee #blake belladonna #michael j caboose #rwby #monty oum #Rooster Teeth #Red vs Blue

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momocicerone · 4 years

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Fandom: Detective Conan / Case Closed

Summary: And how is she supposed to tell him the answer is always, when he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with her heart once she gave it to him?

[CoAi] [ShinShi] [Shinichi x Shiho]

Pairing: Kudo Shinichi | Edogawa Conan & Miyano Shiho | Haibara Ai

Genre and Rating: Romance/Friendship ; K

A/N:

anonymous said: It's raining today and I'm in need of reading some ShinShi under the rain.

Late, but I wanted to write this for the dear anon who keeps sending me kind messages on tumblr. Ask and you shall receive! Paying this one forward.

“Come closer,” Shinichi says, inching so close to Shiho that their shoulders bump softly against each other under the shade of his umbrella. “Your sleeve is getting wet.”

“I’m not —you are the one getting wet!”

“That’s because you’re too far, stop squirming away!”

The rain pitter-patters over his backpack as they adjust to the newfound proximity, the warmth of his arm brushing against her own. She fights back the urge to hold on to it, her hands clutching around the strap of her school bag instead. The way back home suddenly feels too short, and she curses herself mentally for even entertaining the idea— feeding off impossible daydreams will eventually starve her to death.

Yet Shinichi’s firm grasp is there, holding her in place though the slippery streets as she loses her balance— ever the gentleman, ever the hero she never asked him to be.

He makes it hard for her not to wonder .

She stiffens at his touch, jerking her arm away and ignoring his soft-whispered ` Are you okay?` .

Her brows furrow instead.

“ Ne , Kudo... why are you so kind to me?”

Her somber tone confuses him, but he brushes it off dismissively.

“Are you stupid? I’m always this kind.” He says in a childish manner. She holds back an eyeroll.

“Yes, alright but... you don’t have to , you know? It’s not like—“

Not like we’re friends. Not like we like each other.

Shinichi waits for her to finish, but the words never come. He raises a questioning eyebrow, “Like what? Do you really need a reason to be nice to people?”

She takes a second to consider his words.“To certain people, yes.”

He huffs, half amused, half exasperated.

“By that logic, why are you always kind to me then? Is it because of guilt?”

“What— no!”

“Well, either that or you actually like my company.”

“I don’t.”

“Is that so? You’re doing a terrible job, then, if what you want is to atone for your imaginary sins. And, quoting your own words: you don’t have to .”

“I told you it’s not like that.”

“You like me, then.”

It’s her turn to huff, heat crawling up her face as the rain falls relentlessly over the red umbrella, echoing the irregular beating of her heart. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“You didn’t deny it.”

“I tolerate you.” She clarifies.

“Gee, thanks. And why is that?”

“Shut up.”

“You started it!” His chest rumble with laughter, and she suddenly feels warmer under the chilling rain. She could get used to this— to the closeness and his breathing next to hers, to the jokes and the camaraderie, to the idea of Kudo Shinichi as her safe haven in the midst of every thunderstorm. She could, but she knows she shouldn’t.

“I don’t know why... I’m bored, you’re here. It kills time.”

“Wow.” He deadpans. ”Best friend of the year.”

“Since when are we best friends?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I just assumed facing near-death experiences on a weekly basis and knowing each other’s darkest secrets would somehow qualify me as your best friend. Guess I was wrong.”

“If you put it that way, it just means we are friends by circumstances.”

He pauses to think for a second before blurting out, “I’d still choose you.”

“H-Huh!?”

“I said, even if we didn’t meet on these crazy circumstances, I’d still choose you.”

“Oh,” Shiho seems at a loss of words, which pleases and marvels him at the same time.

“Would you choose me?” He asks innocuously, all but curiosity across his face.

And how is she supposed to tell him the answer is always , when he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with her heart once she gave it to him?

“On a rainy day like this, of course I would.” Half-truths, she decides, are the only thing she can afford to lose. “What kind of fool would refuse a human umbrella?”

His face falls. “Oi, I thought we were having a moment! That’s it, you deserve to walk in the rain—“ He mockingly makes a motion to pull the umbrella away, and she yelps as the furious rain splashes on her black uniform shoes. Her arms instinctively wrap around his bended elbow to keep him from pulling away.

“H-Hey!” Shiho complains, a death grip on his arm, “Watch out! Are you serious!?”

He hovers over, making it hard for her to breathe, “ Are you? ”

“Ah, alright!” She concedes, “I’d choose you too.”

He doesn’t seem convinced. “For real?”

“Yes, for-freaking-real ! Damn you, Kudo, put down the umbrella, we’re both getting soaked!”

“Ah, crap. I'm sorry about that.” Shinichi holds out his sleeve and starts rubbing the rain drops on her hair, her shoulders, her face— she’s dying , and he seems to realize that too because when he sees her looking at him like a deer in the headlights, with her cheeks burning pink from his touch and lips quivering for reasons outside the cold, he suddenly stops and loses the ability to form a coherent sentence.

“L-Let’s just hurry back home!” He finally manages to blurt after a few failed attempts.

She nods, her arms still tightly wrapped around his, the sound of their thumping heartbeats muffled by the soft pitter-patter dancing on the red umbrella.

#coai #shinshi #kudo shinichi #edogawa conan #miyano shiho #haibara ai #detective conan #meitantei conan #case closed #dcmk #shinichi x shiho #haibara x conan #conan x ai #myfanfiction

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cynthiaandsamus · 4 years

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Samus’s Amnesia

After an accident Samus can’t remember her time at the villa and Cynthia has to help jog her memory!

“Cynthia help!” Tifa burst through the Villa’s front door with an unconscious Samus draped over her back.

“Oh dear, what happened now?” Cynthia sighed as Tifa laid Samus down on the couch.

Tifa sounded panicked as she pushed pillows under Samus’s head. “We were playing Flaming Basketball, which is like regular basketball but on fire.”

“I know how Flaming Basketball is played…” Cynthia retorted as she wet a washcloth and put it on Samus’s forehead. “What happened?”

“Well we were playing when Samus got a slam dunk and the hoop came down and hit her in the head…” Tifa whimpered, looking pretty worried.

“You go get the First Aid kit and call the pokecenter, there’s one nearby so they might be able to get here faster than taking her to a hospital.” Cynthia nodded softly. “I’ll stay with her and make sure she’s alright.”

“Alright! Oh geez, please don’t be hurt too bad Samus…” The brawler groaned as she dashed out of the room to get help.

A few minutes of tending to her later and Samus began to stir, holding her head and sitting up with a groan. “Are you alright Samus? You took a pretty bad hit.”

“Huh…? Ahh my head just really hurts… how… how do you know my name?” Samus groaned, looking at Cynthia in confusion.

“Uh-oh… that’s not a good sign.” The Champion chuckled nervously. “You don’t… remember me?”

“Can’t say that I do.” Her eyes narrowed, a stern glance around the surrounding area, inspecting it for traps or weapons.

“Well let’s start with what you do remember… Can you tell me about yourself?” Cynthia sat beside her as Samus sat up on the couch.

The bounty hunter relaxed slightly but was still obviously tense, glancing towards her pistol on the coffee table. “I’m Samus Aran, bounty hunter. I’m… a weapon.”

“A weapon? You think you’re a weapon?”

“The Chozo created three weapons that they hoped would save the universe. The Supercomputer Mother Brain, the unkillable species Metroid, and me, the bounty hunter infused with Chozo DNA and raised and trained by them after my parents were killed by the Space Pirate Ridley… none of these weapons turned out how they hoped though. Mother Brain became a hostile AI that seeks to reset the universe entirely instead of saving it. The Metroids, designed to devour the more dangerous threat of the X Parasites, not only turned on their creators but became a plague upon the galaxy that can barely be kept in check. And me… well I can’t say I’ve exactly lived up to snuff either. “ She clenched her fists with a sigh.

Cynthia gave a worried look as Samus continued. “I joined the Galactic Federation hoping to use my skills to stop the Space Pirates and help make the universe a more peaceful place, but the Federation wasn’t exactly pure of heart either, and I couldn’t abide by their decisions that got my friends killed…” She brought her knees up onto the couch, hugging them into her chest. “Good Soldiers follow orders… Good Soldiers follow orders…” She repeated to herself like a mantra. “But I’m not a good soldier…”

“You’re a person doing your best…” Cynthia put her hand on Samus’s thigh reassuringly. The bounty hunter recoiled from the touch, looking at her with scorn as if it was the first human contact she’d had in years.

“I’ve committed all kinds of atrocities since leaving the Federation too, several bounty hunting missions against the Metroids have resulted in planetary destruction. I managed to save one harmless Metroid but it still fell to Mother Brain in the end, yet another person I got close to whose life slipped through my hands.” She tensed up again. “I tried to wipe out all traces of the Metroids and X Parasites throughout the galaxy and after that… I don’t remember anything.”

“So you don’t remember coming here at all?”

“Here?” Samus’s gaze narrowed. “Why would I live in a place like this? My ship is just fine for my domestic needs.”

“Aww come on, it’s pretty nice here.” Cynthia smirked and chuckled. “I throw some wild parties, invite lots of cute girls, a fun time had by all.”

Samus’s face soured and turned to an expression of disgust as she grabbed her pistol off the table and pointed it in Cynthia’s direction, not at her but enough as a warning. “I don’t know who you think I am but I’m not some lecherous party animal. I am a hunter, I prefer to keep out of the company of others for their safety and mine. So back off, Earth Whore.”

“Okay wow.” Cynthia chuckled nervously, holding her hands up to show she meant no harm. “This isn’t any kind of trap or anything so just relax.”

At that moment their pet Metroid Zebes floated into the room, hearing from Tifa that Samus was injured and coming to comfort his mother.

“A METROID!?” Samus pointed her blaster at Zebes instead now. “I knew it! This IS a trap! You’re trying to soften and confuse me so you can breed Metroids! Posession of a Metroid or Metroid DNA is against Galactic Federation Code CZM-861986, you’re under arrest.” She went to motion and was surprised when nothing happened. “What? Why isn’t my armor coming up?”

The Champion breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness, imagine if we had to fight Samus wearing her power armor…”

“Wait no, I figured it out.” A Varia Suit quickly covered the bounty hunter’s body.

“GOD DAMNIT!”

“Die Metroid!” Samus roared, aiming her arm cannon at Zebes. Cynthia’s eyes widened and she grabbed a pokeball off her belt.

“GARCHOMP, PROTECT ZEBES!” Cynthia cried out as a red light emerged from the ball, a large blue dragon appeared between Zebes and Samus just as a beam of ice was fired from her arm cannon. The beam caught Garchomp and hit her hard, but the dragon remained standing.

“I knew it! Ridley your new form is even smaller than before!” Samus snarled from in her suit and fired off another Ice Beam, countered this time by Garchomp’s Flamethrower.

While the two clashed Cynthia leapt behind Garchomp and grabbed Zebes, cradling him to her chest and heading toward s the door.

“Heh, this feels much better, I feel a lot safer inside my armor, I don’t know why I even bother taking it off sometimes.” Samus grinned, pelting Garchomp with ice and dodging the blasts and strikes.

“You hardly ever wear your armor around here! You don’t need to hide from people anymore!” Cynthia shouted, taking off towards the garage, the only place that had a door with even a chance of holding Samus off.

Downing Garchomp for a moment, Samus gave chase after Cynthia. “You don’t know who you’re talking to!” She screamed as they got outside and Cynthia dodged stray ice beams while shielding Zebes. “I don’t know who you’re waiting for but it’s definitely not me!”

“You got that right.” Cynthia’s gray eyes narrowed at Samus as she ducked into the garage and managed to seal the door. Luckily Samus had designed the door herself to be resistant to her missile attacks. The Champion leaned against the wall and sighed, looking down at the petrified Zebes. “She doesn’t mean it hun, she just doesn’t know who you are at the moment. Don’t worry buddy, we’ll get Mommy Samus back.” She smiled down at the gurgling blob before heading into Samus’s ship parked in the nearest section of the warehouse-like garage.

“Let’s see, I know Samus’s doomsday prepper ass has a list of precautions around here somewhere…” She rummaged through the compartments, the dull sound of missiles hitting the garage outside reminding her she was on a bit of a time crunch. “What do we have here…” In the spaceship equivalent of a glovebox Cynthia found a small handwritten list with numbers listed next to emergency descriptions.

“Activate Ship Protocols in case of… Instrumentality, Third Impact, Fourth Impact, Hokkaido Impact, Zombie Outbreak, Mother 4, X Parasite Invasion, Aurum Invasion, Titan Invasion, Cynthia’s PMS, oh gee thanks, ahh here we go: In case of Memory or Equipment reset, activate Ship Protocol 4420120.” The ship’s lights dimmed as the protocol activated just in time as Cynthia heard the garage door explode open and the Varia Suit clad hunter Shinesparking right towards them.

“You’ve got some guts Metroid-breeder, hiding in my own ship like this, now show yourself!” Samus held her arm cannon up, looking around the small ship to try and find her culprit through her visor. To her surprise her ship’s computer brought up a recording and soon holograms of previous events in her lost memories began to play around her.

-----

“Hey, I heard you’re gonna be in the area for a while, wanna stay at my place? Come on I have a great villa. All the gym leaders talk about it as a party place, definitely the place to be!”

“No thanks, I’m not really a party person…” Samus wore her armor but had her helmet off for a moment as Cynthia approached her. She’d apparently contacted her through one of the Smash grapevines and wanted to recruit her to come stay at her villa.

“Awww come on, two badass blondes like us? I bet there’s nothing we couldn’t do! Besides it’s not like you can live out of your ship the whole time you’re stationed here. It’ll be fine, I promise no weirdness.” This was an absolute lie.

The thinnest of smirks crossed the serious bounty hunter’s face as she looked at Cynthia. “Alright I suppose I could crash at your place for a little while. I’ll pay rent and stay out of your way, no funny business though.”

Cynthia squealed. “Cross my heart and hope to die, struck down by a Decidueye~”

“…okay we’re going to stop doing… whatever that was too.”

---

Samus sighed as she took off her armor after a long mission. It’d taken her forever to start taking off her armor around her Smash colleagues, but now she found herself wearing it less and less around the villa. The missions she was going on were still exhausting but she always let out a sigh of relief when she got back.

“Welcome home Samus!” Cynthia grinned and waved to her from the couch.

“Huh?” Samus blinked, wiping fatigue from her eyes.

“I just said welcome home.”

“Oh… home, huh?”She blinked in confusion for a moment before a warm smile crossed her face. “Thanks, good to be… home.”

----

Zebes’ creation flashed by Samus’s eyes next.

“Cynthia! I got us a pet!” Samus grinned held up Zebes.

“What is that!? Aren’t those things dangerous!?”Cynthia blinked at the Metroid.

“Not this one! It’s a Metroid cross-bred with one of your Tangela, taking away its desire to suck life forces, allowingf it limited shape-shifting capability and giving it the ability for near-infinite pseudopodia extension.”

“…what?”

“ ‘sgot tentacles.”

“Sweet!”

“I’ve named him Zebes, figured it might be the last remnant of my home planet that isn’t trying to kill me, isn’t it great? I’m a mommy!”

---

She watched her memories of when the Galactic Federation came after her for harboring Metroid DNA in her to eliminate the possibility of anyone cloning Metroids from the source of The Baby Metroid’s DNA inside her. She’d initially thought it was best to go with them and eliminate that risk as well but Cynthia and Zebes came after her, fighting their way through Federation headquarters, Cynthia using her pokemon and even pulling off a very strenuous Double Mega Evolution to battle her two commanders before uncovering the plot to use her execution to instead craft a clone army of Samus Arans with the DNA of Metroids, Chozo, Humans and X Parasites to make a galactic army that could topple the Federation itself spearheaded by the man named Cyrus, rescued from the Distortion World by the sentient code of Mother Brain.

She saw Cynthia crying out for her, begging her to let her desire to live burn bright, to not give up on the life she’d built at the villa. It was that which inspired her to fight back against Cyrus while Cynthia defeated Ridley and together they put an end to this heinous plot and finally confessed their love to one another on top of the destroyed Federation Headquarters.

----

“Happy Anniversary Samus! You’ve been here five years now! I’m glad you’re not going anywhere.” Cynthia snickered to herself as all the visitors they’d had since she came walked around the massive month-long party they’d set up to celebrate the anniversary. Lots of colorful characters flooded the villa and the surrounding buildings with raucous noise and joyous laughter.

“Can’t say I expected to stay here this long, but I also can’t say I regret that I did.” Samus grinned, looking at Cynthia.

“Hey I’m always happy to have you.” Cynthia smiled warmly.

“Thank you Cynthia… it really feels like home here, and I couldn’t imagine myself being anywhere else. Before I knew you I felt like I’d been hurt by people far too many times and I thought isolating myself and burying myself in my work was the best way to keep myself safe from people and them safe from me… but ever since I came here I can feel more comfortable around people, I feel like my wounded heart is healing, and it’s all thanks to you. I’m eternally grateful to you Cynthia.” She gave a warm smile

“Oh you dummy…” Cynthia wiped tears from her eyes with a smile of her own. “This is your home, no need to thank me…”

---

Back in the ship Samus was taken aback by all these recordings until she saw one of herself, spliced through various points in time with the same theme, introducing her blonde friend.

“Hello, I’m Samus Aran and this is my landlord Cynthia.”

“…and this is my roommate Cynthia.”

“And my friend, Cynthia.”

“This is my personal dumbass, Cynthia.”

“This is my girlfriend, Cynthia.”

“This is my dumbass girlfriend, Cynthia.”

“This is my… well she’s pretty much my wife, Cynthia.”

Samus couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at the montage, covering her mouth in awe while watching. Next the holograms showed people, so many people. All kinds of wonderful people that came to stay and play with them, some for short visits, some staying in the villa itself, and some in relationships with them for years.

“W-Who are all these people? There’s so many…” Samus gasped.

“Those are all your friends.” Cynthia smiled from the corner of the ship.

Her face froze in awe. “F-Friends… do I really know all of these people? There has to be hundreds…”

Flashes of shots of Cynthia and Samus goofing off around the villa, playing with Zebes, watching the Alien movies over and over on movie night, cooking for each other, celebrating holidays with friends, raising pokemon, playing games, making friends, making love, living life and sharing it with so many.

The stoic bounty hunter’s face cracked and tears started streaming down her face as she covered her mouth and laughed and cried at the same time, such overwhelming joy overtook her.

“Is this… really my life? Do I… really get to have this?” She asked timidly.

“Mhm…” Cynthia smiled warmly, holding back tears of her own.

“I never imagined… that I’d get to live and laugh and love like this…” Samus’s eyes widened, shimmering full of tears as her power armor shattered away from her, leaving her standing in awe. As she lowered her guard something clicked in her head and it all came rushing back to her for real. “Oh Cynthia… I’m so sorry… Zebes, I didn’t mean…”

She was cut off by Cynthia and Zebes hugging her tightly.

“Welcome home Samus.”

#drabble #writing #fluff #feels #Cynthia #Samus Aran #muses

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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As expected, Dealing with intrusive thoughts is now one of my favorites

Here I come with almost all of my reactions on the episode, even though I tagged the spoiler warnings I put everything under the cut just in case. Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster while I'll probably go and rewatch it again.

Okay kinda expected one or two of the warnings but all of them together what is gonna happen???? (Though they make sense after reading the title)

HELLO FRESH BACK AGAIN

"I'm awesome and I can do this" there goes my boy. *said boy falls flat on the floor* ...come on

I felt that yawn bc I stayed up all night waiting for the video but it dropped at 8 am, I'm an idiot who should've gotten more sleep

"help me" why is he such a mood "everything is going wrong in my life" same but YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THAT LET ME HUG YOU

They're all sinking up so fast god I missed my bois. Also the general awkwardness of Virge and Pat, greeeeat something will go wrong

Virgil just ignoring everything and touching the railing, a mood

ALSO PLEASE LET ROMAN IN THE SITUATION

SECRET SECRETS ARE NO FUN TELL ME NOW OR ELSE WE'RE DONE

wait why does Ro want to be deeply troubled- man are you okay-

LOGAN'S HERE

"your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise" "FALSEHOOD" "I stand corrected" omfg

"what are you ta- what are you talking- what are you talking about?" I loved that whole take it made me feel complete

"Look I barely got any sleep" this can apply to a lot of us and I love just how we're all always like "TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" but in the end this is where we all end up anyway

Okay I'm very curious about these troubling thoughts though

"so sushi" FUCCC I DIED RIGHT THERE

"Don't act like that was an accident" "everybody, Virgil. Let's give it up for the Purp Man" these speak for themselves. Also the purp man is my new fav nickname and I'm gonna use it.

4:17 Patton is adorable bye

"if you continue to push this we're going to end up in really dangerous territory" AND THAT'S WHERE THE TENSION STARTED TO BUILD UP

great flick

"am I delirious or is this the funniest video I've ever made" I felt that

YOU HIGH-JOCKED

okay but when Thomas starts disassociating I also feel really weird like as if there was something blocking my own hearing for real?? And not just the audio edited like that?? Maybe I'm just too tired

WHAT WHO WHHH first intrusive thought making its way what is gonna happen

OH MY GOD ROMAN WATCH OUT ALSO THAT'S DEFINITELY A NEW DARK SIDE OR SMTH LIKE THAT

W HO THE FUCKLKDSL IS THAT A MOUSTACHE IS THAT GLITTER WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING WHAT IS HE DOING THERE PLEASE- okay but he looks crazy af I like that

"-evIL" "-SHOW UP"

First time I watched the scene where Ro gets knocked out I literally just screamed "ROMAN" in a high pitched sound I was shook wtf my bOY

Patton and Thomas's yells in unison plus "YOU KILLED HIM" I just I JUST

"Ah, he's the Duke" "....... boo" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay but his voice is so on point with his character portrayal he's so weird it's awesome?

SONG SONG SONG and oh goodness the visuals I can't fathom how much editing work must have gone through this, they're all so talented.

"aunt patty naked" A G AI N??

"IM GONNA WHIP YOUR BUTT"

a snaKE IT'S DECEIT oh my these silouhettes are so great this is my favorite scene

this is gonna be stuck in my head all day

THE COOL MIRROR EDIT.

god i hate him so much already but i'm super intrigued he's so chaotic the whole team made a wonderful job i'll never stop saying this

"i'm really stupid right now" just how much out of context relatable content are we going to get on this fine day?

omg the dark version of creativity, which can be associated with intrusive thoughts, that's very clever

THE JUICY STUFF DANCE

"Repression can be very bad indeed" I mean he's right tbh it leads to never solving the problem at all

GO LOGAN GO HAVE YOUR TIME TO SHINE FINALLY i missed him

"i can't hear youuuuuu" much like "I don't understand what you're saying I don't know anything about words" THE DARK SIDES ARE ALL SASSY LITTLE BITCHES

pattonnnn did a real good job

THE BRAVE HANDSOME UNBEATABLE ROMAN and mashed potatoes

"scary" and Virgil just gives Thomas a look idk I live on the little details (Im ten minutes into the vid and look how long this post already is)

GEE Remus (already using his name bc it's shorter) looking so offended at the label and then pointing out it should be a Virgil problem whAT DOES THIS MEAN IM SHAKING

WHY WOULD HE BE DECEIT AGAIN IM DYING. "Idk if you guys can tell but I'm a little silly"

"then why are you lying" no everybody I don't need angst

THE BLACK AND THE WHITE THEORY I SAW GOING AROUND good job to whoever thought of that

JOAN

the forbidden dance

INTO A BUTTHOLE WHAT IS IT WITH HIM AND BUTTHOLES

there u go thomas said it too

haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate FHDSLAKLFD

irresponsible parenting, Logan completing the parental unit of the sides

"maybe there's hope for you after all!" me looking at all my wips

REMUS' LAUGH IS PERFECT. also "BITCH WHAT IS *YOUR* DEAL"

"you've never been one to soften the truth" OH BOI HERE WE GO

"do we have some case of brain swap???" I legitly said "maybe" in unison with Patton the first time

Vee pls stop putting Thommy boy down he's having a bad time

Logan trying to put some sense into the situation is my only spark of hope for this to turn back good

REMUS IS SO DRAMATIC

That lick was ....... let's pretend it never happened

"you know who can help us with that???" DECEIT'S SONG COMING UP that was great, imagine the chaos that the duo would create

"THATS WHAT REPRESSION IS?"

gasp Remus trying to make Virgil angry at Logan shall not stand DON'T PUT THEM AGAINST ONE ANOTHER HE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP

"you all are not listening to Thomas" this is the development I needed

"you're just para-" and he cuts himself. You all know what I'm talking about. Foreshadowing probably? This happened too back then when Roman was almost calling him the same. And then Virge looks so hurt I- "thank you for being on guard" that made me want to cry idk

the whole speech Logan gave? Pure gold. That was perfect.

HE SAID FIGURATIVELY *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

"UH RECORD SCRATCH?"

"does this make me cool?" djslagrkglhf also the teeth thing right after what the

... the deodorant eating ...

DUKEY

The first time I watched I thought his name was spelled Remis that's how dumb my Italian ass is

Still I love his name bc I'm a nerd for ancient culture, ESPECIALLY Roman (and ancient Greek but it isn't mentioned here) and I love the little thing they did with both Creativity names, super clever and very much liked on my part.

"I would never hide anything from you" and he looks at Virgil JUST ALL THIS FORESHADOWING

LOGAN SHOWING HIS TEETH BACK UP

"how about you shut up" Roman what the hecc man

THAT THING INTO LOGANS HEAD UNSETTLED ME A BIT

what are they doing to him today let him rest

double blow

"can we logic our way out of that?" everybody nodding was so pure

"shit"

THAT FUCKING JUMPSCARE I'M SORRY WHAT THE FU

"not all thoughts are meaningful"

He's go- no he's back again

THE CALLBACK MENTION AND PATTONS REACTION... probable foreshadowing to what Joan said about there being a part two of SvS?

"When are you actually gonna jump out of a moving car I've been bringing it up for years" so it's not just me..?

"it is okay if the thought happens to cross your mind"

"everything is okay" I'm going to cry I needed that

I love how Logan touches the topic that there is no problem in seeking help from therapists. There's a lot to say on this, but I was really glad that was pointed out since the are a lot of stereotypes on the matter

why did Virgil look like he was about to cry

Patton I love you

Thomas going to rest is what everyone wanted to see

Virgil confronting Remus I'm living you're doing amazing sweetie

"you tickle me emo"

"it was just like old times" then Pat and Lo's looks in this essay I will

ROMAAAAN

VIRGILS SMILE

"YOU'RE ALIVE"

"I LOVE YOU" ME TOO!! ME TOO ME TOO

"are you good?" "are you hurt at all?" I love when the sides look out for each other

"I'm sorry Logan" right through the heart. Another development.

I need y'all to look at Virgil in this exact second because. he.

that's my point.

All those smiles while Logan's talking are making me alive

"No seriously, you're ... really ... cool" I started tearing up right here. Twice. And then Logan sinks down cause he's not at all used to this and he's feeling t h i n g s please keep on being appreciated you deserve it

Also Patton always learning from his mistakes and understanding them when he does something wrong or he thinks in the wrong direction, that's something I think a lot of people need to learn, including myself. Like, it's okay to be wrong and make mistakes, just do your best to make sure you're improving yourself afterwards, instead of dwelling on it too much

"I don't like him" makes two of us

"Soooo you have a brother?" oh boy

The m i r r o r it's making me cry

"He's gone now and he's never coming back!" "I don't think that's-" "BYEE" what was all that talk about repression for if you contiNUE TO DO THIS ROMAN please I beg of you let us hELP YOU he's making me die inside

Oh boi the big moment. I already expected a bomb to drop since Virgil was the last one remaining.

"You okay buddy?" "Huh?" op somehow was already found crying

"I'm a little disappointed in myself" istg all that foreshadowing mixed with me wanting to hug him

The music picking up tension, this is poetic cinema let me tell you

I noticed how he calls them "the others", all these tiny details is what I'm living for

"I should know better" I couldn't beLIEVE IT, also how he seemed to be so frustrated made something inside me break

the pause and then "Because I was one of them", the music stops for a second, a little second in which you can hear my distant screaming "GOSH HE SAID IT IT WAS TRUE"

Thomas is speechless and just stares at him while the music picks up again and then Virgil's sigh and expression sinking down like "there you have it. that's the truth. and you can't do anything about it" he looks so defeated I'm breaking down.

Did I already mention poetic cinema? I just love angst and this scene was perfect

First time watching I, too, barely understood anything I was listening to in the last parte because all of that was really a lot to take in.

"Those thoughts that you may have thought do not define you"

"[the thought] may simply be that we are really okay"

"Go to bed!" me

no im not in the mood for food because for some unfathomable reason I had anxiety before the video dropped yay me

WHY ARE U DRINKING RED WINE WITH THAT DISH

GAVIN BEST BOY EVER

and last but not least: are you fucking serious Remus

THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT FANDFKJL

I didn't expect this topic at all and I am so glad it was talked about, thankfully my intrusive thoughts do not bother me as much as I realized other people's do. And I never saw anyone talking about this before, which is why it makes this video so important. I saw a tweet recently about someone saying that it is okay if you think about weird things, the important is that you never act on them, that's what makes you a good person. But I think this video really explains it far better and I never realized how common something like this was? So yeah another time in which I've been educated and couldn't be happier about it. These people really are bringing light to the world gah I LOVE THEM.

oKAY guess I'm done this was a wild ride and yeah I tend to point out EVERYTHING, so here you have it, as I already mentioned if you feel the need to geek out too, I'm here for ANYBODY! (pls I have no friends)

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‘AFTER THE FALL’ - LIVEREAD III

The more I hear about the latter half of this book, the more depresso espresso I’m drinking. Let’s see how it goes, huh?

(Since there’s more chapters in the latter half than the first half, short chapters will probably get combined together for the sake of. I’m lazy.)

CHAPTERS EIGHT AND NINE

I love that Velvet’s the one who enlisted Weiss and Yang, expecting shit to go sideways. She saw these two gays on main and went ‘they look like they can party’. Was she wrong? No. Did she invite Cinder for the express purpose of drama? Yes. Can you make me stop shipping Sinnamon Bun? Also no.

Okay, this book has read my mine though!!! Ruby pitches a Beacon Battle Club where they play music as they fight, and no word of a fucking lie, that happens in Great Weiss Shark AU! I am not kidding! I had this whole story planned out! This is theft of the HIGHEST order.

“Doilies are absurd and elitist,” Yang said.

This is simultaneously the least Yang-like line and also the most Yang-like line I’ve ever heard. The duality of idiot, I suppose.

I like Fox! I really do, actually! He’s my son now. Although, the bad news is I dunno if I can replicate him in The Frapp Logs, so he’ll just have to keep dragging Coco to the ends of the earth. Same thing, right? R-right?

“Leaders can’t be the comic relief.” Fox raised his eyebrows. “Jaune.”

Is this the second time Jaune’s been dragged? I’m living for it. Also, sleepy Blake! And CFVY knowing she’s (they’re) a Faunus! And the second book behind a book! I love you, Blake.

Velvet correcting Yatsu’s ‘catnap’ joke! I wrote a ficlet about this exact thing once, so I TOLD you my Velvet’s NEARLY CANON. SHE JUST NEEDS TO EAT MORE PROTEIN IS ALL.

Onto chapter nine. God, these chapters get thinner by the second, huh?

BACK TO THE DESERT WE GO, and there’s... fog? Which is now gone! Wow! Is this a plot device? Foreshadowing? I sure hope so, because why on earth it would warrant a mention we’re just not too sure!

A sandstorm is incoming and hidden tracks are gonna get blasted away. I’m trying to figure out if this is all pathetic fallacy or if I’m reading too much into handy-dandy plot devices. Why not both?

Heart-to-heart with Coco and Yatsu... and we’re back to Yatsu giving Velvet all the hugs. Now that I’m sensing the Velv/Yats vibes, I’m extra suspicious. You stop that. Let Velvet have a fashionable GF at least if you won’t let her kiss Weiss!!!

‘[...] even the women were down to halter tops. Focus, Coco, she thought.’

Ah, lesbian as always. I’m soothed. Carmine enters the tent and Coco gets even gayer. I’m very soothed.

‘What was Jaune doing after losing a member of his team, a friend... someone he clearly cared about.’

I don’t care about what Jaune feels. Why the heck would Coco even care? There’s literally so many more people that impacts than just Jaune, lawd.

CHAPTER TEN AND ELEVEN

Back to Fox, who is honestly the shining star of this book by now. I love you, my blind and sassy son.

I love Ada and the battle mechanic she has! I’m really enjoying how Fox interacts with the world around him and using his Scroll and AI as an accessibility device. It’s neat! I didn’t expect them to go as ham on him as they did, but they did.

“Update,” Ada said. “Weapon has projectile capabilities.” “You mean it’s also a gun.”

Obligatory gun meme.

Combat stuff happens, Fox wins a fight against a confused Edward, and it turns out Gus is the one summoning Grimm and Fox just got jumped, so we slide into another flashback for chapter eleven. Lemme tell ya, this book ain’t afraid of moving fast.

“I guess you slightly oversold your ability to track the survivors,” Coco said.

Again, this is one of those lines that reads as very... callous? Kinda mean? I’ve always had Coco in my head as someone who very broadly puts her team (and their feelings) first, even if it’s rough, so lines like this make me go 🤔

Velvet falls, Yatsu panics, Coco gets up in everyone’s grill. There’s a lot to this dynamic I am not enjoying right now, and even then this seems inconsistent with the CFVY we’ve seen in the book itself. I know the author’s trying to communicate that Coco is tired and frustrated, that I get, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t how... it would really happen given her character? I dunno. ‘S weird.

Was that a fat joke I spotted there? From Coco? I need a nap. Also COCO LET VELVET DO THINGS JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!!!!!!!!!!

Coco has claustrophobia! I wrote her as having agoraphobia, so this is a hilarious turn of events. Also Coco has two brothers, not one: Mate and Toma.

Coco is fighting Grimm in a cave with CFVY, but still finds time to criticise Velvet in combat. Hey, maybe if you let her do things, she’d prove you wrong, dingus. And then she does! See!

Aaaaaaaand the six survivors are all dead. This was a pretty traumatic event, all told, which makes it weird that they look... less affected in the show? Still, this chapter was VERY weird for the characterisations because Coco seems especially inconsistent, alas. Anyway, onto:

CHAPTERS TWELVE AND THIRTEEN

The sandstorm is approaching and catching the wagons, which I have just realised are actually vehicles that use fuel. Mostly because that’s the First I Heard Of It.

‘Velvet noticed a pistol tucked in the back before she closed the door.’

Hi, can Chekhov please pick up his gun from aisle twelve? Thanks.

GIANT SAND TURTLE. AVATAR AANG C’MERE Y’ALL GOTTA LEARN HOW TO DEFEAT THE FIRELORD.

“You said it’s big enough to ride on?” Velvet asked.

Maybe this is why Coco dismisses Velvet so often. She only pitches the craziest ideas, which is why I love her. That said, Coco finally lets Velvet do something! It’s a miracle of man! Climb that turtle, bihh!

Yatsu calls Velvet V. I’m so used to Velv that V sounds entirely too cool for this idiot.

Everyone’s pissed again, but-- IS THAT THE SAND WORM THING FROM ARRAKIS?! What A Tweest!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody coulda seen THAT coming!!!!!

So let’s go to chapter thirteen, where Fox has had the shit beaten out of him behind a Denny’s. Sound about right.

So what’s-his-name-- Bertilak, whomst from now on shall be called Bert because what sorta water tribe name even is that (wow the ATLA references are on fire today). Anyway, Bert is being paid by someone else to deliver people with Stronk Semblances like summoning Grimm! Gee I Wonder Who That Might Be (I don’t actually know but I’m honestly not going to be surprised either way).

“Yeah, [Bert]’s a real bastard.” “Even I can see that,” Fox sent.

I love it. Fox really has been the highlight of this book for me.

Fox is on the ground and the referee is counting him to ten, so it’s mid-chapter-flashback time! We learn how Fox’s parents died (sinkhole) and how that became his motivation for... going to Beacon? Okay, tenuous link at best, but I’m going with it.

Carmine is full of trouble and Fox is determined to take Bert with ‘em. Let him DIE.

I’m gonna keep going since we’re not four chapters from the end, so:

CHAPTERS FOURTEEN AND FIFTEEN

Flashback time! Again! Only it’s CFVY’s POV of their return to Beacon. I wouldn’t mind this if like. We hadn’t already seen this from RWBY’s perspective in the show? People know this from my tastes in fanfic, but I’m not a huge fan of retellings of canon events, it’s soooooo boooooring. So I’m just gonna grind through this asap.

(I do like that RWBY and CFVY have all these parallels being called to. As they should.)

Okay we’re past the recap and OH LAWD I HEARD OF THIS BIT. Goodwitch is here (I love u Glynda no matter what) but yeah, I’ve heard this part is Big Oof so uh, let’s see this happen go down. Velvet is being requested to see Ozpin so /buckles down.

Velvet’s being questioned alone for the Whole Thing, and team CFVY have burst into the office demanding to know why, and Velvet’s a crying wreck! I’m still very >:I for everyone being overprotective of Velvet, c’mon, but also: Oz, can you please have tact? Just once in your life? Tact? Do you has it?

Anyway, CFVY have reconciled and we turn to chapter fifteen, in which: Yatsu.

Carmine has Gus, everyone’s on the Turtmobile, and shit’s hitting the fan. Yatsu’s going after Gus and Carmine alone, and I’m still waiting on Chekov’s Gun to Chekov its way right into someone’s butt. Unless it’s Chekov’s Red Herring.

Here comes a fight scene! I never have much to say during fight scenes, so, uh, yeah. There’s some real last-minute exposition in places, though, where it really shouldn’t be.

Eey, Carmine is telekinetic! Very powerful and also OP, gotta nerf that shit right down, Edward.

Yatsu’s very nearly defeated, Bert is back, baby, and shit’s getting real. Time for chaaaaaaaaaper sixteeeeeeeeeen.

CHAPTERS SIXTEEN AND SEVENTEEN

Today’s livereading soundtrack is Simple Things by Zero 7. The whole album, I mean. This is a fun little fact to make sure you’re still awake and aware, ‘cause I sure ain’t!

Roy Stallion of BRNZ is presumed dead, along with the whole team, so big RIP to May, who was cute and deserved better. Swear to God if ABRN are dead too I will kill a man. Two men, to be specific.

Velvet admits she never wanted to come to Vacuo, Coco promises they’ll return to reclaim Beacon in future. This reads like a protagonist’s last speech on hope and strength in friendship... and it should, as Coco gets swallowed by a worm! Straight up just down the hatch! This should be a tragic beat, but this is honestly so funny. Coco, pick better ways to die.

Anyway, we’re onto chapter seventeen. I was very kindly given this message:

And I-- OH HELL YES! HELL YES IT’S A SCHOOL DAY TIMETABLE!!!!!!!!!! THE LORE! THE CLASSES! THE NAMES! THE FACTS! THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE BOOK SO FAR WHICH REALLY GOES TO SHOW I HAVE NO HOBBIES!

Is this a... flashback? Flash... forward? I’m not sure, actually. Either way, CFVY are in Beacon clearing the place of Grimm. Actually, this must be a flashback to before they went to Vacuo, I suppose, which would make sense to follow Velvet’s little admittance last chapter before Coco got swallowed like a paracetamol tablet.

Velvet waited for someone to ask her what she thought, what she wanted, by no one did.

Now I’m SAD why won’t people be NICE to VELVET just ONCE!!! God, this book really just gives her the short end of the stick every time.

Off go CFVY to Vacuo. Bye.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN AND EPILOGUE

Heremst we go.

Coco’s alive! I mean, no surprise. And full of the Joques as ever:

Coco figured sacrificing your life for a teammate was one way to be remembered as a good leader, but maybe that was just cheating.

RIP Coco and her claustrophobia! Hey, now that was good foreshadowing! That gets a whole Murphy Cookie of Approval. 🍪

Coco loses her Scroll and her hat, but Velvet swoops in to save the day! Meanwhile, Bert has been convinced that Carmine double-crossed him, so they’re battling it out! Basically, Gus cast frenzy. Finally, it works in everyone’s favour.

“I can’t believe I thought you were cute,” Coco spat.

Some lines in this book haven’t been very good. This one, on the other hand, very much is.

So Carmine goes underground and starts creating sinkholes everywhere like a weird desert gremlin, and Edward manages to block her Semblance and like. Carmine flat-out nearly suffocates herself to death. Another death I would have found both gruesome and hilarious for its irony. But Velvet uses Flynt’s trumpet to quite literally doot the sand away, and-- I’m so sorry, this line has me literally laughing to myself. She fuckin’-- doots the sand. Oh my god.

Anyway they win, catch up with Slate and the Nomad Fam, and meet team SSSN! The boys are back in town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things are looking good.

Epilogue time. I’m still laughing about the sand-dooting.

So, we don’t know who paid Bert and Carmine, I guess? I do believe there’s maybe a sequel or something in the works, apparently, so maybe this is part of an overarching plot type thingie. Still.

Ah, yep, Coco confirms that they’re not through with this line of investigation yet, But, Velvet wraps it up with a heart-felt, if not a little bit cheesy, segment about home being wherever CFVY is, and so the book comes to a close.

WRAP-UP

So, I’m definitely gonna have a second read-through of this without having to constantly stop and do a liveblog, but the book was... okay, I guess? I feel like this plotline wasn’t the greatest one for CFVY, and that the author doesn’t have a crazy good handle on the characters -- he’s likely more suited to original content, which is valid. It’s a good romp and we do get new lore, but as expected, I feel like CFVY would be best used in the show that conceived them in the first place. A book is nice, but I’d love to see their return in RWBY itself, especially since this book wasn’t really... long enough, I don’t think? Seriously, y’all’ve met me. I do write hundreds of thousands of words in this world and I still haven’t written everything I wanna yet! I’d also like to see more Velvet as seen in RWBY Chibi, in which was she Cool and Good, and maybe less Yatsu alongside her directly. But! It’s a book! It’s decent! It’s CFVY! For most people, it’s Good Enough. And they’re valid too.

#after the fall #after the fall spoilers #rwby #liveblog #liveread

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A Delicate Balance

A @dctvsecretsanta fic for @drnathanielheywood, who asked for: team legends stealing Christmas presents through time and Nate/Mick. It’s in Nate’s 2nd person p.o.v.

Fic is under the cut - I hope you enjoy!

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?" Ray asks, holding out a bowl full of paper slips. "Wally and Mick already agreed - though Mick might've just done it to get me to leave him alone - and I'm sure the others will, too!" He widens his eyes. "I'd really appreciate it! Secret Santa is just the kind of bonding activity we need right now!"

You sigh. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. "Okay, fine. But you owe me an Indiana Jones marathon. And I mean all the movies - even Crystal Skull."

"That's fair."

Ray thrusts the bowl even closer to you. You close your eyes, pray that you get someone easy to shop for, and rummage around in the bowl for your lucky slip. Fingers on your free hand crossed, you unfold the paper. In scrawled black writing is two words and an emoji, "Mick Rory :)". Ray's looking at you expectantly, so you force a smile on your face.

"Didn't get myself, buddy, so I guess that's good," you say.

"Yep!" Ray beams. "Oh, and before I forget - Mick suggested being able to steal the gifts. Long as you don't take it/them from the less fortunate, it's fair game." He pulls you into a brief, one-armed hug. "Thanks, Nate!"

You watch as Ray leaves your room, then finally let the smile slip off your face. "What the fuck do I do now? Um, Gideon?"

"Yes, Dr. Heywood?" Gideon asks.

"Any ideas on what I could get Mick for the Secret Santa?"

"I'm afraid Dr. Palmer requested that I not give anyone advice about their giftees." She almost sounds regretful. "He said it would be considered cheating."

"Gee, thanks a lot," you mutter.

"You're welcome!"

"Damn AI."

"I heard that," Gideon warns.

You throw up your hands in frustration and flop onto your bed. After a few seconds, you roll over so you can scream into a pillow. You roll over again a few seconds after that since the lack of oxygen is getting to your head.

What on Earth could you possibly get - or steal - for Mick? You put too little effort into this and he'll burn you to a crisp, but putting too much effort in would be like a neon sign telling him about your crush. Anything fire-related is too obvious and you know nothing about what he'd need for crime. It's probably too soon to give Mick a new rat and he could just fabricate himself some beer. What does he even like to do?

...Wait. You vaguely remember Mick being super gung-ho about vampires - he was even reading a special edition copy of Dracula. Maybe that's something you can work with.

XxXx

You knock on Sara's door the next day. It takes a few seconds for her to open it, by which point you're already rocking back and forth on your heels.

"Can I help you?" Sara asks, rubbing at her eyes.

You nod. "Mind if I borrow the jump ship for a few hours? I think I know what to get my Secret Santa."

"Promise to never wake me up at..." She grabs your wrist, drags it towards her, and checks the time on your watch. "At 6AM ever again?"

"What if there's a life-threatening emergency?"

"If it's before 9AM, I don't care."

"Then, yes, I promise," you say, giving Sara a mock solute.

Sara releases your wrist and waves you away. "Fine. Go. Have fun shopping or stealing or what-the-fuck-ever. I'm going back to sleep."

"Sleep -" You're cut off by Sara sliding the door shut on you- "well." You run a hand through your hair. "Next stop, late nineteenth century." A few steps towards the jump ship remind you that you're still wearing your slippers. "After a trip to the fabrication room."

XxXx

You're barely out of the fabrication room - and still trying to fix your tie - when you run into Mick. Literally. Your forehead slams right into his chin. You stumble back, clutching your head, while he just stands there like a brick wall. A very well-muscled brick wall...

You shake your head - causing it to ache some more - to get your brain back on track. Mick raises an eyebrow.

"You okay there, Pretty?" Mick asks. His gravelly voice rattles through your bones. "Sounded like you hit me pretty hard."

You rub your forehead one last time, then let your arm drop. "Think I'm gonna have one hell of a headache, but I'll live. How are you not in any pain?"

"I am." Mick shrugs. "But I've lived through worse." He stops, stares at your chest, and then rolls his eyes. You have two seconds to blink before Mick's closer than you'd ever hoped he'd get.

"Umm, Mick?" You'll swear on every bible in the country that your voice didn't just crack. "What's goin' on?"

"Fixing your stupid tie," Mick mutters.

There's a spark each time his hands brush against your chest. Mick's face is so close to yours and it takes every bit of your willpower to not lean in for a kiss. You don't even realize that you were holding your breath until Mick steps back and it all rushes out of you.

Mick smirks, proud of his handiwork. "There ya go." He looks you up and down. "Where're you going? Didn't think we had a mission today."

"We - we don't," you reply. "I'm going to go get my Secret Santa's gift." You run a hand through your hair. "No idea how Ray managed to convince all of us to do that, by the way."

Mick just grunts and shrugs.

"Anyway, um, I'm going to go do that -" you gesture vaguely in the direction of the jump ship -"and I'll see you later?"

"...Sure." Mick steps around you and heads down the hallway. He calls over his shoulder, "Long as you don't get yourself killed."

You're not sure if Mick thinks you're likely to, or if this is his own way of showing concern. It's been a couple of years since you met him and you're no closer to having him figured out. Luckily, you've always been a fan of mysteries. Not as much as histories, but -

You shake your head. Now is really not the time for your train of thought to run off the tracks. You give yourself a few seconds to remember Mick's closeness, then return to heading off to the jump ship. You've got a gift to track down.

XxXx

"Why couldn't this have been a normal trip to Ye Olde Bookshoppe?" You mutter. "Oh, wait, normal flew out the window once I stepped onboard a freaking timeship!"

"Be quiet!" Van Helsing - Abigail Van Helsing - hisses. "Unless you want the vampire to get us!"

You hold up your hands, then mime zipping your mouth shut. Van Helsing just frowns before turning to look out of the alleyway.

You'd started out going to buy an original copy of Dracula for Mick, planning on getting it signed by Bram Stoker himself. But then a fucking vampire had literally crashed the party! Then Van Helsing followed it through, announced she would take care of the beast, and then chased after it. You'd declared your intention to help, and well, here you are now. Somewhere in the middle you've managed to figure out that Dracula was loosely based on a true story. Very loosely, if Van Helsing being named Abigail instead of Abraham and the vampire not having much in the way of sentience are any indication.

"It's coming," Van Helsing whispers. "You distract it with your "powers"-" how is she able to sound like she's miming air quotes a century before they were a thing?- "and then I'll stab it in the chest. Is that understood?"

You nod, then steel up. Van Helsing's eyes widen. As soon as you hear the vampire scuffle past, you step out of the alleyway. The sun gleams off of your silver skin and attracts the vampire's attention. You slowly back away to lure it closer and closer to Van Helsing. Once you've moved far enough, you give her a thumbs-up.

Van Helsing may not recognize the gesture, but she knows a signal when she sees one and jumps towards the vampire. There's a bit of a struggle - most of which is on the vampire's end - and then it's over as soon as it began. Van Helsing brushes the dust off her knife.

"Thank you," Van Helsing says after a moment. "That would have been a lot more difficult without your help."

You shrug before de-steeling. "No problem. Mind if I ask you a question?"

"I suppose I owe you that much. What is it?"

"Do you know where I could find Bram Stoker?" You hold up the now slightly battered copy of Dracula. "I've got a book for him to sign."

XxXx

Bram Stoker looks from you, to Dracula, and then back to you. "You want me to write a dedication to someone I've never even heard of?"

"Yes, please," you answer. "He's a huge fan - uh, admirer - of your writing, and would greatly appreciate your signing the book. I'm planning on giving it to him for Christmas."

"A rare thing for two unrelated men to do," Stoker replies, "but not an unappreciated one. What is your young man's name?"

"He's not young - or mine - but -" You take a breath- "Mick Rory."

Stoker nods. He thinks for a moment, dips his pen in an inkwell, and jots down a few words. "Here you go, Dr. Heywood." Stoker pushes the book back to you. "I hope Mr. Rory takes to this gift."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Stoker!" You barely glance at the dedication before snapping the book shut. "I have to get going, but it was very nice to meet you!"

"Same to you."

XxXx

The next person you literally run into is Zari, as you're exiting the jump ship. It affects her more than you, but neither of you get too hurt. Which is great - you still have a lingering headache from your encounter with Mick.

"Thanks for that," Zari snarks. "Long as you're here, though - any ideas on what to get Hunter? I've only met the man twice, so I'm kinda at a loss."

You snort. "That's a first." You sober up at Zari's withering glare. "Um, I didn't really know 'im too well either. Think I remember someone mentioning he's really into Wild West stuff? That and antiques."

"So shop for you, but lean towards cowboy crap," Zari summarizes. "Got it." She gestures to the jump ship. "Just leaving or just returning?"

"Returning." You step out of Zari's way. "Go right ahead." Before she can get too far, you hold up Dracula and add, "For Mick - what do you think? It's an original copy and it's signed."

Zari shrugs. "He should like it. May even get you that kiss you want."

"Kiss? Why would I want a -" You slump. "How'd you know?"

"You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are," Zari answers. "Surprised he hasn't noticed - I'm aromantic and I picked up on it ages ago." She hangs in the doorway. "Good luck, though."

"Thank -" Zari shuts the door- "you." You run a hand through your hair. "Why does that keep happening to me?"

XxXx

Ray knocks on your door just as you're putting stuffing the last of the tissue paper into the bag containing Mick's gift. You tell him to let himself in, then scribble a note on the to/from sticker. Hopefully your handwriting isn't too distinctive.

You sit up, expecting Ray to start info-dumping about some new science fact or his latest project, but he's pacing silently instead. It takes about five minutes for concern to override just letting him be.

"Uh, Ray?" You begin. "You okay there, buddy?"

Ray hesitates before shaking his head. He then leans against the closest wall.

"What's up? Do you need some paper to write on?"

"Nah," Ray answers. "Just figuring out what to say - I'm not non-verbal atm." He sighs. "Um, I already got my Secret Santa's gift, but... ButIwasthinkingofgettingNoraagifttoo."

You stand up and rest a hand on Ray's shoulder. "I'm totally here for you, but would you mind repeating that for me? My ears can't process your words when you're speaking at a hundred miles an hour."

"Sorry. I said I was thinking of getting Nora a gift, too," Ray confesses. "But I don't know where she is, how to get it to her if I did, or if she even celebrates Christmas. Or how she'd react." Ray smiles sheepishly. "Y'know, with her being a former bad guy and all."

"Yeah, I had the same problem with Mick."

Ray jerks his head up so quickly, you fling your hand out in shock. You can feel a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Okay, if you agree to ignore the implications there, I'll agree to ignore you implying that you still have a thing for Nora," you say.

"Fine by me." Ray smiles. "For what it's worth, I think Mick likes you back. I mean, he does call you "Pretty"."

You shrug. "Thinking I'm hot doesn't equal feelings, but thanks. And good luck with Nora. I don't think she's the best person to crush on, but you do you, Ray." You smirk. "Or her." Ray jokingly punches you in the arm. "Hey!"

"So, assuming I find Nora, you think I should get her something?" Ray asks.

"Yeah, man. You could always pass it off as a "just because" gift if she's not a Christmas person."

Ray pulls you into a brief hug. "Thank you for the advice and friendly ear."

"No problemo."

Ray shakes his head, still smiling, and exits your room. He gives you a wave as the door closes.

XxXx

A few days later, it's finally the moment of truth. Or to put it less dramatically - the day you all exchange your Secret Santa gifts. The result of you shoving in the tissue paper is a bag that's a little messy and half-hazard looking, but you feel it's appropriate. There's more to it than its rough exterior - just like Mick.

You're the first one on the bridge. You place your gift by the center console and then pour yourself a drink. Maybe it'll help calm your nerves.

"Great idea, Pretty." Mick's rumbling voice makes you jump - you hadn't heard him approach. Thankfully the glass didn't spill any more than a couple of drops. Mick brushes past you to pour himself... something. You're too busy trying not to shudder from that brief moment of contact.

"Hey, um, Mick," you finally reply. "Have any trouble finding a gift?"

Mick shrugs. "Wrapping it was the worst part. Ended up just shoving it into a box."

"Yeah, I -"

Whatever you were about to say next is cut off by a deluge of Legends flooding onto the bridge. Several different conversations overlap as people try to put their gifts by the console without tripping over each other. You decide to find a comfortable spot to sit before all the good ones are taken. To your surprise, Mick grabs the one next to you.

"So, who wants to go first?" Ray asks, once everyone has settled down.

Sara nods at him. "It was your idea."

Ray stammers and protests for a bit, but gives in once everyone starts chanting his name. He picks up a small, thin present that has dark blue wrapping paper with silver atoms. Ray tears through the paper less gently than expected to reveal a frame with a photo inside. It's a candid shot of him and a brunette woman - Anna, maybe - sitting on a park bench somewhere and laughing. Ray hastily wipes away a few tears.

"Thank you," he begins, "whoever, um -"

Rip raises a hand. "I always wished there were more photos of Miranda and myself after she..." he clears his throat. "I hope it's alright that I-"

Before Rip can finish his sentence, Ray all but tackles him with a hug. Rip awkwardly pats his back for a bit, then gently pulls back.

The rest of the gifts are less emotionally fraught, though no less meaningful. Ava receives two photos - one of her and Sara and one of her with the team - and a hug from Ray. Wally opens an awkwardly wrapped meditation fountain from Ava and gives Sara a set of throwing knives. Sara gives Zari a blanket with various video game symbols and characters, and Zari in turn gives Rip a hat and book from the Old West. Only you and Mick are left, which grants you both significant looks from everyone else.

"Guess it's pretty obvious who yours is from," you joke to Mick. He grunts and goes to pick up one of the two remaining gifts.

Your heart is in your throat as Mick carefully pulls out the tissue paper. He frowns at what's inside, but it smooths out once he picks up Dracula.

"Original edition?" Mick murmurs. "Nice."

You swallow hard. "Look inside the front cover."

Mick does so, his eyebrows lifting as he reads whatever message Stoker left him. "Huh. Thanks, Nate."

Hearing someone call you by your first name usually doesn't send butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but your thing for Mick isn't that usual to begin with.

"My turn, then." You stand up, grab the sole remaining box, and settle back down in your spot.

The box is wrapped in simple silver paper and topped with a red bow. You stick the bow to your shirt before unwrapping the gift. First in the box is a photo of Harrison Ford in full Indiana Jones gear, complete with jacket. Underneath that, carefully folded up, is the exact same jacket in surprisingly good condition.

"Is this -? Did you -?" You're at a loss for words.

Mick avoids your gaze. "Stole it off the set. I added the picture so you could tell it's the same one."

"Thank you so much." Before you can stop yourself, you pull Mick into the best sideways hug you can manage. Your skin tingles all over when you finally let go, which almost distracts you from noticing that Mick's cheeks are a bit red. Huh.

Sara pulls you from your thoughts by tapping something - a pen? - against a whisky bottle. "Now that the presents are done with, let's get drunk!"

Most of the team cheers and makes a beeline for the drink cart. Ray switches on some music after clarifying that it's secular Christmas/winter-themed songs only. Mick stands up and nods towards the drinks.

"You want anything?" Mick asks.

'A kiss' is what you want to say. What actually comes out of your mouth is, "Not right now. Thanks, though."

Mick grunts in the affirmative before leaving you alone to stew. Which lasts all of five seconds due to Wally zooming over to capture the newly open spot.

"Y'know, I could get some mistletoe over here without Mick noticing," Wally whispers. "Wouldn't even take two seconds."

You shake your head. "And make Mick mad at the both of us? Nah. I've known him for this long without him making good on his threats. A little longer would be nice."

Wally face palms, then leaves without saying anything more. He rushes back and - sue enough, there's a mistletoe hanging above where you're sitting. You roll your eyes and go to take it down. Unfortunately, tearing it off causes you to fall back from the amount of force you'd used. You're caught by strong arms before you can hit the ground.

You look up to find that Mick's your timely rescuer - hero, a part of you whispers - and hastily right yourself on your own two feet. "Uh, thanks, Mick."

"What was that about?" Mick raises an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be drunk already."

"I'm not! It's just -"

"Just...?"

"Wally was trying to play a prank on us," you explain, "and I nearly fell over trying to get it down." You hold up the mistletoe and feel a blush start to spread across your face. "Funny, right?"

"What's funny? You nearly cracking your head open?" Mick asks.

"No, um, uh-" you look down at the floor- "Wally thinking that making us kiss was a good idea for a prank. I mean, the idea of you and me -"

Mick catches your chin in his hand, tilting it up so your gazes meet. "'S not that bad an idea, actually."

"What - You - I -"

Before you can embarrass yourself even further, Mick pulls you into a kiss. You freeze for a moment, then surge forward to deepen it. Your hands settle on Mick's waist to tug him even closer.

And then someone wolf-whistles.

Mick sighs into your mouth, then gently pushes you away. "Should prob'ly continue this where we can have some privacy."

"My room's good," you reply. "Much closer than yours." You can't resist giving Mick another kiss.

"Works for me, Pretty." Mick steps even farther back, then gestures to the nearest door. The two of you all but run out as you try to ignore all the teasing from the rest of the group. Sara shouts out to not do anything she wouldn't do. Like that's even that long of a list.

...Which may have been the point.

XxXx

"Wait," you say, once you and Mick are finally in your room, "hang on a second, okay?"

Mick frowns but complies. "Y'not want to do this anymore?"

"For now?" You nod. "For now. It's just -" You run a hand through your hair. "I don't know if we're on the same page here, or if you even like me or anything."

"Would I kiss you if I didn't like you?" Mick asks.

"I mean, like me, like me. I mean -" moment of truth, here- "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. Even when I was with Amaya, I think I felt something like that for you." Your eyes widen. "Not that I didn't love Amaya! It was just... both of you, I guess. Amaya and I were just starting to talk about it right before she, um, left." You pause to take a breath. "If you don't feel the same, that's fine, but - I don't want to do a friends with benefits thing if you don't. I don't think my heart could take it." It's a while before you can meet Mick's gaze. "So, that's where I'm at. How 'bout you?"

Mick folds his arms. "I'm not good at this feelings crap, but..." He sighs, then waves a hand around. "I feel the same. I think. 'm willing to give it a chance, anyway. Is that enough?"

"Yeah." You smile broadly. "Yeah, it is."

Mick shakes his head fondly - for him, at least - and then pulls you into another kiss.

#legends of tomorrow #steelwave #dctv secret santa #dctv secret santa 2018 #lot fic #mick rory #nate heywood

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himluv · 6 years

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Oh! Can I ask ‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’ for the angsty prompts and Santa Sarita, please?

So, I realized too late that this was supposed to be angsty. Instead have some fun fluff! Also, thank you so much for asking, I had entirely too much fun with this piece!

This takes place in the far future of Santa Sarita, after this oneshot.

“Pathfinder,” SAM’s voice pulled at her, distant and cool over their private channel. She frowned, nose and brow crinkling as she groaned and pulled her pillow over her head. “Sara,” the AI continued.

“What?” Sara groaned. But before her AI could respond her omnitool vibrated, announcing a call. That couldn’t be good. No call at two a.m. could be good. “Hello?”

The smooth face of her second favorite bartender flickered into life above her omnitool. “Ryder,” Dylan MacTavish said, his southern accent sharp with annoyance. “You’ve got twenty minutes to get your piss drunk fiance and his posse out of my bar.”

“Aw, come on!” Scott shouted above the din of the bar. “It wasn’t our fault!” His words slid into one another, heavy and uncoordinated.

Dylan looked away from his omnitool to shout at her twin. “I don’t care whose fault it was! You come to blows in my bar you get bounced!”

Sara dressed while the bartender and her brother argued. Gil could be heard trying to get Scott to calm down, but so far she hadn’t heard a peep from Reyes.

“I’m on my way,” she said.

“Thank Christ,” Dylan growled. “Make it quick, will you?” There was a crash from somewhere behind him and a chorus of cheers. “Fuckin’ A,” Dylan said and then hung up on her.

Sara sighed, ran a hand through her hair, and then hurried out of Reyes’ apartment. “SAM,” she said. “Can you tell me what’s going on at MacTavish’s?”

“It appears that Reyes and his party had a disagreement with some of the other patrons.”

“What kind of disagreement?” She broke into a jog as she hurried through the catwalks and metal walkways the Initiative had built into Meridian.

“I am uncertain. However, both Reyes and Scott were involved.”

She grunted. Her brother wasn’t one to pick a fight when he was drunk; he was normally the life of the party. And Reyes was too used to keeping a low profile to start a brawl in public. What the hell happened at the dive bar?

She heard Gil shouting before she turned the corner and saw the door to the bar.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Her engineer shouted, his arms waving. Scott leaned against the wall of the building with his arms crossed, doing some pretty impressive pouting. Kian paced back and forth, shaking his head and nodding in turns, depending on what Gil was saying.

Reyes sat next to Scott, his arms propped on his knees, bloodied knuckles dangling between them, and his head against the wall, eyes closed. He had a cocktail napkin stuffed into one nose to staunch the bleeding, and a split lip that had already started to swell.

But that didn’t keep him from smiling.

“Pendejo deserved it,” he said, his voice calm and clear.

“What he said,” her brother said.

“Oh, pardon the fuck out of me,” Gil ranted. “But I doubt that bloke deserved to have his face slammed against the bartop!”

The door crashed open to reveal Drack lumbering through it. The old krogan chortled as he took in the sight, clapping Scott heavily on the shoulder. “Didn’t think you had it in you kid.”

Gil pointed a finger at Drack. “Don’t you encourage him!”

Scott pushed off the wall, his face pink with anger. “You didn’t hear what he said about her!”

“Who said what now?” Sara asked as she joined their little circle.

Gil blinked at her, his mouth ajar. Kian froze in his pacing, his eyes darting from Sara to Reyes and back while Drack grinned, all teeth and gleaming eyes. Scott stammered, glanced at Reyes, and blanched at the sidelong glare the man gave him.

“No one,” her brother said. “No one said anything.”

Sara cocked a hip. “So you busted some guy’s face in my favorite bar-”

“Hey,” Kian protested.

Sara rolled her eyes. “Second favorite bar, and Reyes got a broken nose and bloodied knuckles for nothing?” She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped a toe.

Reyes cleared his throat and slid up the wall to stand. “Gentlemen,” he said. “I believe we can call this bachelor party a wild success.”

Kian snorted as Gil shook his head. Scott and Drack both smiled.

“Thank you for celebrating with me, but I think it’s time we all call it a night.”

“Too right,” Gil said, slinging an arm around Scott’s waist and dragging him away toward their apartment. Sara glared at her brother as he passed, and he had the decency to wince at her expression.

Once they were alone, Reyes moved to join her, though he didn’t touch her. “MacTavish tattled on me, huh?” He asked as they started the walk back to his apartment.

“That’s what you get for picking fights,” she grumbled. They said nothing more until they reached the apartment, where Sara pointed at the sofa and commanded Reyes to sit. He obeyed without question and waited patiently while she gathered water, pain relievers, an icepack and a tube of medigel.

She plopped onto the couch with him, depositing her supplies on the coffee table. She cleaned his split knuckles and lip, and checked his nose.

“You already reset it, didn’t you?” The slope of his nose was unaltered, though it had started to swell at the bridge, and the shadows under his eyes had deepened. He’d have two black eyes come morning.

He smirked. “It was a lucky hit. Scott distracted him while I dealt with it.”

“Gee,” she said. “I’m so glad you two make such a great team.” She doled out a thin coat of medigel and applied it to the bridge of his nose. Sara eyed him carefully, noting his clear eyes and uninhibited speech. Only his easy smiles hinted that he’d been drinking at all.

“You’re not even drunk, are you?”

“Not anymore,” he said. “Got a good buzz going, though.”

She put more medigel on his knuckles, and then pressed the icepack to his lip. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

He frowned. “No.”

“Why not?”

He didn’t speak, but leaned into the icepack on his mouth.

“This guy you fought,” she said a moment later. “He said something about me, didn’t he?”

Reyes’ eyes flashed a furious gold. “He’ll think twice before he opens his mouth again.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t need you, or Scott, or anyone defending my honor.”

“I wasn’t defending your honor,” he said.

She quirked a brow at him in disbelief.

“All right,” he sighed. “I was, a little bit.” He turned his full gaze upon her, and the weight behind his eyes made her pull the icepack from his lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” What kind of question was that?

“Then trust me when I say that man got exactly what he deserved.” He searched her face, his eyes pleading under dark brows. “Okay?”

“What he said was that bad?”

“Yes.”

The conviction in his voice decided it for her. “Okay,” she whispered. She pressed the icepack back to his lip and he sighed in relief. He slumped to rest his head on her shoulder, and she kissed his hair. “Thank you,” she said.

He hummed and smiled against the icepack. “Anytime, Princesa.”

#Santa Sarita #Reyes Vidal #Sara ryder #freyder #me:a #my writing #writing prompt #makocartwheels #I love these two so much

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a-splash-of-stucky · 6 years

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A Messed Up Place | Thirteen

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky pays a visit to the compound, to have a chat with you.

Warnings: Language. Mentions of: past non-con events and sex. Implied masturbation. I think that’s all, but if you spot something else, do let me know!

Notes: Written for @hellomissmabel’s challenge, using the prompt ‘Lacanian Love’. I know that lots of you have been waiting to see how this chapter plays out, so I hope that it lives up to your expectations!

*A small portion of the dialogue was inspired by ‘One Last Time’ by Ariana Grande.

Important note: Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait until next year for the remaining three parts to this fic. I’ll be going somewhere between Dec 20th-Dec 30th and won’t be able to take me laptop with me. Sorry about that. I hope you all understand that real life comes first, sometimes ❤️

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The compound may as well be deserted.

That’s pretty much the only thought that Bucky allows himself to have as he punches in his entry code at the front door. All other thoughts would thrust him into a state of panic, despair or some combination of the two, and none of those options are ideal, at this moment in time. Right now, he needs to ensure that he is as calm and level-headed as possible. The front door swings open with a quiet hiss. Bucky steps inside, shrugging off his bomber jacket as he glances around the entryway.

“Hey FRIDAY,” he says, taking his cap off his head and ruffling his fingers through his hair, so as to make himself look less like a hobo.

“Welcome back, Sergeant Barnes,” says FRIDAY, “Your presence has been missed.”

Bucky’s lips twitch of their own accord. He’s not sure if AI systems are supposed to be able to express emotions, but that sounded like as much of a sentimental greeting as Bucky’s ever heard. “Thanks, FRIDAY. Hey, listen — d’you know where Y/N is?”

“In her room, sir,” is the swift reply he receives. “I should warn you — Miss Y/L/N has not been very accepting of company, as of late.”

Bucky takes note of the warning but chooses to ignore it, figuring that he can deal with whatever it is you decide to throw at him — in the literal and verbal sense. He strides confidently down the hallway, heading in the direction of your room. “Thank FRI!” he calls over his shoulder, “I’ll bear that in mind.”

The nerves hit him like a derailed train once he’s standing outside your door. His fist is raised, poised to knock. Bucky swallows down his the uneasiness sloshing around inside him, to no avail. He drops his hand, tugging on the hem of his plain black t-shirt listlessly as he chews on his bottom lip.

Though his talk with Sam has helped to clear his mind and geared him up for the confrontation that is about to take place, Bucky can’t stop himself from feeling downright terrified. Your last talk with him had not gone particularly smoothly, so he’s praying to the heavens above that this one doesn’t end in the same manner. Taking a deep breath to steel the butterflies in his stomach, Bucky raps his knuckles on the door, before stepping back to wait and see what happens.

“Who is it?” you call.

“It’s me,” Bucky answers.

A pause, then, “Bucky?” you cry in disbelief.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Bucky confirms. He runs his trembling flesh hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s me. Um…look, I’m really sorry I ran out on you, but…I’m here, now, so…so can we talk?” He places his hand on the handle and gives it a turn, only to discover that the door is locked. Of course it is. Bucky squints his eyes and studies the lock closely. He figures that he could probably bust the door down if he wanted to, but then…that probably wouldn’t sit too well with you. Wrong first impression, and all.

“Can we talk?” you repeat incredulously, “Bucky, I have waited to two whole months to talk to you!”

Bucky winces at your tone.

“Why is it that you get to decide when we get to talk, huh?” you ask, your voice getting louder. Bucky hears footsteps coming from inside your room and thinks that you must be making your way to the door. “You break off all contact with me, with the team, you leave us no way to get ahold of you — nothing, Bucky! I have been worried sick over you.”

“I know, I know,” Bucky sighs, letting his forehead thump against the cool wood of your door. “Dick move, I know. Look, Y/N, doll, I’m sorry. I really am. I can’t — I dunno how I can make that up to you, but—,” he swallows, “The past is the past. I can’t change that, but I am here now, and—and I want to talk to you, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, we can talk,” you grumble.

“Can you…can you open the door?” Bucky asks hesitantly.

“I said we can talk, Bucky,” you remind him,“I ain’t opening the door.” Your voice is clear enough for Bucky to presume that you must be right on the other side.

“Ohhh….kaaaay?” Bucky says, perplexed.

“I’m gonna sit on this side,” you say, “And you’re gonna sit on the other side, and we’re gonna talk.” The door groans suspiciously, rattling on its hinges. Bucky hears a loud thumping noise coming from your side as you — presumably — collapse in front of the door.

“Is there a reason why you don’t want to do this face to face?” Bucky asks, giving into your strange request because it’s apparent that you won’t be swayed. He settles his back against the door and allows his legs to sprawl out in front of him.

There’s a moment of silence, a loud sigh, then, “Bucky, I look like shit right now.”

“I don’t care, doll,” Bucky says fervently, twisting around to look at the door over his shoulder. “I don’t care what you look like, I just wanna talk. M’pretty sure I’ve seen you looking worse, anyway.”

“No…no, it’s not just that,” you admit, “It’s just…I don’t think I’ll be able to do it if I have to look at you.”

“Gee, am I that ugly?” Bucky jokes, “I showered today. And I shaved too, I swear!”

You snort. “That’s a shame. I like you with some scruff.” After another pause, you sigh heavily,“But…no—no, that’s not what I mean. I just—I think I’d be calmer if…if I just listened, y’know? If I don’t see you, if I can’t see you, and you can’t see me, then we’ll have to listen to each other more, right? And we can’t infer what the other means just from facial expressions and body language and shit, right?”

Bucky tips his head to the side, corners of his mouth pulling into a slight frown as he thinks over your reasoning. In the end, he just sighs and shakes his head in amusement. “You’re a strange woman, Y/N,” he remarks.

“You’re telling me,” you retort dryly.

“So then,” Bucky says, “Talk.”

“What d’you want me to talk about?”

Bucky hesitates, toying with the seam of his jeans as he considers. There are many things that the two of you need to talk about, so many topics that he could pick to start you off with. “Steve,” he says finally, “Let’s talk about Steve.”

“Okay,” you reply. “That’s still…a pretty huge area. Which…what d’you want me to talk about, exactly?”

“Your feelings for him,” Bucky replies. “I mean, I think I kinda know what they are, but…but him or me, Y/N? Who did you love more?”

“Oh, askin’ me the tough questions, straight off the bat, huh?” you chuckle mirthlessly. “Well…here’s the thing. I loved Steve. I still love him, in fact. But—and don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m being honest when I say that my love for him was still nothing compared to what I felt, what I feel for you. If my love for him was a drop of water, my love for you would fill an ocean.”

“So why’d you lead him on?” Bucky asks.

“I never meant to lead him on!” you cry frustratedly, head thumping against the door. “No, hold up, sorry,” you sigh, “Okay, I never wanted to lead him on. Like I told you, I never meant to fall in love with Steve in the first place. I just—I was just…yeah. Initially, I started that relationship with the intent of making you jealous, sue me, I’m a horrible person. But…karma’s already got me back. The more I hung out with Steve, the more I fell in love with him.”

“It was a head over heart kinda thing, Bucky,” you explain tiredly. “It sucked, because my heart wanted you, but I never thought that we could work out. So I…I just…my head told me that Steve was the right one. The he was enough. That I could be happy with him.”

“Why did you think we wouldn’t work out?” Bucky asks curiously, sitting up a little straighter to hear your answer.

“In truth? I don’t know,” you sigh. “Maybe…I dunno. Y’know, I don’t think I believed that we wouldn’t work out, per se. I don’t think that’s the problem. The problem was…I was too scared to find out whether or not we did. Because—the fear of losing you? Completely? Bucky, that idea terrifies me more than anything else.” There’s a raw vulnerability in your voice that forces Bucky to squeeze his eyes shut and breathe deeply through the acute pain in his chest.

He’s not exactly sure how to interpret your words.

Bucky sighs, shifting around to tuck his legs underneath him. “But…but I—how could you? I mean, I know why you got with Steve, I think, but how could you…bring yourself to—to pretend that you liked him? Even if it was only for a little while?”

You’re silent for a moment. “Because I was liar,” you say, your voice thick and croaky, as if you’re fighting to hold back tears. “Because I am a liar, Bucky. That’s why. I’m not…good. Not completely good, at least. I’ve done terrible things to people who didn’t deserve it.”

“Y/N—,”

“M’no angel, Bucky,” you confess, “M’not a goddess, nowhere close. With the amount of sinning I’ve done lately, m’probably closer to hell than I am to heaven. I’m a failure — I get that, I realise that. A few days alone with nothin’ but your own thoughts to keep you company really does help you to come to your senses,” you sigh. “I should’a done you better, I should’a done Steve better. Neither of you deserve a liar and I’m sorry that that’s…who you fell in love with.”

Bucky was aware that coming to talk to you would be tough for him to stomach, but he never expected the conversation to be this difficult. The uninhibited emotion in your voice is ripping him apart, making him question some of the assumptions and grudges he made against you. Your admission is not enough to make him forgive you completely, of course it isn’t. But—it might make the journey to forgiveness a little easier.

“Bucky?” you ask timidly, pulling him out of his reverie. “Can you—can I ask you a question, now?”

“Sure, doll.”

“What d’you think about all that?” you ask, “I mean, you’re Steve’s best friend, so—I know you guys were close. How’re—you takin’ this?”

“It hurts,” Bucky admits. “Yeah, it hurts. I—I don’t appreciate the fact that you did it, and to be honest, I can’t support the reasons as to why you did it — your justification to me seems…flawed, but—but I get you, in some weird way.” He pauses to take a breath, clasping his hands together in his lap. “Yeah, there are multiple dimensions of love, and I can see that you loved me and him in different ways. I think it’s okay for someone to have that. But equally, I think your head was in a confused place.”

“I was disillusioned,” you sigh, shuffling noises coming from the other side of the door as you re-situate yourself against it. “I wanted you to…I dunno, prove yourself to me? No, no, that’s not—that’s not it,” you say hastily, “You have proved yourself to — you know what? You don’t even fucking need to prove yourself to me. I don’t—you’re enough! You’re more than enough, more than perfect, just the way you are, Buck.”

“I did what I did because…fuck, I’m not even sure why, to be honest. I don’t…I don’t know, I legit have no fucking clue why my past self ever thought that anything I did was a good idea. I tried to…I wanted an idealised, completely unrealistic romance, but — and when I didn’t get it, I tried to manufacture one of my own, I guess. And when that didn’t work, I tried to project blame onto you, which was completely uncalled for.”

“I’ll say,” Bucky mutters.

“My expectations of you, of us were too high, too unrealistic,” you continue, voice becoming more animated, words tumbling out of your mouth at full-speed. “I shouldn’t have been expecting all that in the first place. I told you that I never intended to hurt you, or guilt-trip you, but—,” you cut yourself off, going silent for a minute as you mull over your thoughts.

“Sometimes, it’s the thought that counts,” you say quietly, “Other times, it’s the end result that matters. And in this case…I think the second statement holds more truth.”

“You know what?” you cry, voice suddenly spiking in volume, making Bucky’s pulse jump. “I’m not even gonna try justifying myself anymore,” you say sharply. “You’re right, Bucky, my reasons were all fucked up. There’s nothing I can say to fully justify what I’ve done, both to you and to Steve. You’re right. I could’ve come to you first. But…but I didn’t because…well, because I was scared of your rejection, that’s why.”

Bucky is floored. Completely, utterly speechless. That was the best apology he could’ve ever hoped for and more. Still, apologies are only one part of the solution. The wounds you’ve inflicted upon him are still scabbing over, barely healed in most places. Your apology is enough to take away some of the pain, but it’s not everything he needs right now. It’s not some miracle cure. He still needs time to heal.

He takes a shuddery breath, surprised to discover that his heart is thumping erratically in his chest. Bucky licks his dry lips, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I’m…not saying that you’re completely innocent,” he starts, voice slow and hesitant. “I—far from it, actually. I’m not…not absolving you of your crimes, and I’m not sure I’m forgiving you for what you’ve done, either. I’m not even sure if I’m the right person to be asking for forgiveness from,” he admits, laughing bitterly. “But, I accept that you’ve made some mistakes in the past and…I can optimistically hope that you’ve learnt from them.”

You bark out a sharp, surprised laugh. “Thank you, for that. Y’know, the more that I think about it, the more I realise how…stupid I was. I don’t know why I ever thought that dating Steve whilst being in love with you would ever work out in my favour. I was an idiot,” you murmur.

“Hey—,”

“And I think your feelings are justified,” you add, ignoring Bucky’s interruption. “I’m not expecting forgiveness from you anytime soon, if at all, Bucky. But—but thank you for being honest about that. I don’t…I realise that I don’t necessarily deserve your forgiveness, now or ever. I know I don’t deserve it, but—Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

You pause to take a shaky breath. “If you do choose to stay with me, if you choose to try an’ see if we can make things work between us — and I’m not in any way saying that you have to,” you add hastily, “I’m just—if you do, then I swear I’ll make it worth it. I promise to be better. I promise to be…not an angel, but a…less terrible, less bitchy version of myself.”

“B-but I’ll say it again,” you stammer nervously, “You don’t have to be with me if you don’t want to, at all. You know I’d…I would understand if you hate me.” You let out a harsh, self-depreciating chuckle, “I kinda hate myself, to be honest.”

“I don’t…hate you, hate you,” Bucky says quietly, fingers fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt again. “Y’know how there’re multiple dimensions of love? I feel like there should be multiple levels of hate, too. I…I think I have a strong loathing for what you did, but I don’t hate you as a person, inherently.” Bucky shrugs one shoulder, even though you’re not there to see him do it, “Good people do bad things, sometimes. Or, perhaps I should say, good people make bad decisions, every now and then.”

You’re silent for about half a heartbeat. “Um…hello, are you sure that you’re James Buchanan Barnes? Because if so, I’d just like to know if you’ve had a brain transplant or something?” you ask sarcastically. “Bucky — never in my life did I think that you were capable of such wisdom.”

Bucky blinks slowly. “I…am not sure whether that’s a compliment,” he teases, lips pulling into a lopsided smirk.

“Pretend that it is,” you deadpan.

Bucky rolls his eyes, shakes his head in amusement and readjusts his position, bringing his knees up so that he can rest his forearms on them. “Okay,” he says, “I picked out the first topic, so you get to pick out the second.”

“Oh, is this how things are working tonight?” you ask, your voice lighthearted and playful.

“Yep,” Bucky replies, popping the ‘p’.

“KL,” you say decisively, after a brief moment of thought.

Bucky’s heart skips a beat in his chest. “Uhh—shit, can I retract my previous statement?”

“Nu-uh,” you sing-song.

He groans resignedly, letting the back of his head thunk against the door. “Okay then,” he sighs, “What about KL?”

“When we…fucked,” you say slowly, “What—was going through your head? What—were you thinking?”

“Umm,” Bucky mutters, swallowing nervously. He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging a little on the ends as he thinks. “Well. I, uh…I had feelings for you, obviously, but you were engaged to Steve, and Steve’s my best friend, so I wanted to…not do it, both for your sake and for mine,” he says. “But—at the same time,” Bucky pauses, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, “I kinda wanted to do it. I—wanted you, but—not like that. Not…under the circumstances we were under.”

“I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway,” he growls, voice tinged with frustration. Just the thought of that night makes him queasy, uneasiness swirling in his gut and leaving a foul taste in the back of his throat. “Every emotion I had was a double-edged sword, y’know? I wanted you, but I didn’t. It felt good, but it didn’t. It was all bittersweet.”

“But even so. Honest-to-god that was…” Bucky says, voice softening, fondness creeping into his tone just as a wistful smile curls on his lips, “The best night of sex I’ve ever had in my life. S’just a shame that it also had to be the worst.”

“Damn,” you mutter, “I wish I remembered it, then.”

Bucky gives a startled laugh. “Yeah. No—I don’t think you do. Y/N, emotionally, I felt terrible, during and a long while after,” he says desperately. “Everything about it was wrong, so wrong. It shouldn’t have ever happened, and I—I’m sorry for what I did to you, and where you’ve ended up, and—,”

“Hey, hey, none of that,” you say soothingly, drawing Bucky back from the edge of a full-blown breakdown. “S’my turn to talk now, okay?”

“Sure,” Bucky replies, voice raspy.

“I’m sorry, Buck,” you say.

“Wait were you not—,”

“No, no, hear me out,” you interrupt. Bucky forces himself to take a deep breath and relax. When he doesn’t speak, you continue. “I’m gonna be honest here. When you told me that we’d had sex, I was—shocked. But y’know what my first thought was? I hated myself. I didn’t hate you, I was angry at myself for putting us into that position.”

“I trust you, Bucky,” you say, “If you told me that you said no, if you told me that you didn’t want it, if you told me that you’d pushed me away to put a stop to things — I am 100% confident that you did all those things. So. Did you take advantage of me when I was drunk? Maybe. But I put you into that setting in the first place. And for that? I’m appalled with myself,” you growl, voice laced with bitter self-hatred.

“Y/N—,”

“Remember that time Tony hosted a party for Steve’s birthday? Last July?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replies, brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden change of topic.

“I got piss drunk, remember?”

“Oh—right, yeah, you did!” Bucky chuckles, lips twitching at the memory.

“I wasn’t as blackout drunk as in KL, so I remember a few things from that night,” you continue. “One of the things I remember very clearly was you walkin’ me back to my room and me tryna get you in bed with me.”

Bucky remembers this event very well. You’d been tipsy, leaning heavily against him, unsteady in your black stilettos. You’d been wearing a short red dress that enhanced your legs wonderfully — he’d been unable to keep his eyes off them all night. Bucky brought you to your room and sat you on the bed, laughing softly at your drunken attempts to pull him down next to you. But, no matter how ravishing you’d looked, no matter how much his body was screaming at him to take you, he’d resisted the urge.

“And you said no,” you say quietly, drawing Bucky out of his thoughts. “You pulled off my heels, helped me take off my earrings, and then called Nat to help me get changed. I remember that.”

“My point is, I know you wouldn’t have given into me pressuring you without a fight, Bucky,” you say, “I know you’re a good man, no matter what anyone else tells you. It’s like you said — sometimes, good people make bad decisions.”

It takes Bucky a moment to process everything that you’ve just told him. His brain feels like it’s overheating, going into overdrive as it tries to sort through all the things you’re saying to him. “Wow,” he says finally. “I’m —wow, Y/N. That…yeah. Thank you.”

“I forgive you,” you say, “For what you did. S’okay if you don’t forgive me, but I do. Forgive you, that is.”

“Jesus, okay, this is intense,” Bucky mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose in his flesh hand.

Though it may be intense, at least it’s not terrible. In truth, this confrontation is panning out far better than Bucky could have ever thought possible. You’re not yelling at him, you’re not outright blaming him for the shit that’s gone wrong over the past couple of months, you’re even listening to what he has to say. Beyond that, you’re taking some, if not most, of the blame onto your own shoulders, admitting all that you’ve done wrong. It’s…it’s a lot to digest, but at least the discussion thus far has been rather positive. In retrospect, Bucky’s fears seem to be rather unwarranted.

“Alright, what else do we need to talk about?” you ask.

Bucky hums thoughtfully. “It’s…let’s talk about this baby,” he suggests.

“Ah,” you mutter, as if the thought had, up until this point, slipped your mind. “Right. Okay. Baby.”

“You’re what…four months along, now?” he asks hesitantly.

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, “I’m starting to show, y’know?

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his hands into fists, trying to reign in the thoughts running wild in his head. It’s not hard for him to imagine how beautiful you must look, tummy rounded out, yet barely showing beneath the clothes you wear.

Get your head in the game, Barnes, he thinks absentmindedly.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, after clearing his throat to rid his voice of the hoarseness that has crept in.

“Second trimester’s so far been easier than the first,” you remark offhandedly.

“Uh…was that in English?”

You giggle. “Yeah…the…um, it’s been getting easier. I’ve got more of my energy back, these past couple of weeks. My mood swings have been less crazy, my cravings have calmed down a little. It’s been…well, not easy, but then that’s parenthood for you, right?”

Bucky nods in agreement, momentarily forgetting about the fact that you can’t see him. “Sam…came to see me. He—uh, he said that you’d told everyone that it’s Steve’s?”

“I did,” you confirm. “Wait, Sam came to see you?”

“Long story, tell you it some other time,” Bucky mutters. “Why?” he presses, “Why’d you tell everyone that the baby is Steve’s?”

“Well…because it could still be his,” you answer, your voice small and timid.

“But…you said it yourself, you’ve never had unprotected sex with him before!” Bucky cries, throwing both hands in the air. “All the evidence lines up perfectly, Y/N, you can’t deny that.”

You sigh heavily. “Bucky…it’s not that I don’t want this baby to be yours, that’s not it at all,” you explain, “I don’t care whether it’s yours or Steve’s. We can get a paternity test if you’re so desperate to find out, but to me? It makes no difference. I’m gonna love this child as much as I can, all the same.”

“I…okay,” Bucky mutters, brows pulling together in thought. “I’m….well, okay.”

“What?” you prompt, “What’re you thinking?”

“I just—why?” he asks helplessly, “Why d’you wanna have this baby so bad?”

“Because I — want to,” you say, as if it’s as simple as that. To you, perhaps it is. “It’s not that I’m particularly religious, nor am I against abortions, or anything like that, but I just—it feels wrong to not have this baby. My gut’s telling me that this is the right thing for me to do and—and I haven’t been listening to my gut enough in recent weeks.” Your voice hardens, tone becoming more resolute, “It’s telling me this loud and clear. M’not gonna make the same mistake again; I want to have this baby. There’s nothin’ I’ve ever been surer of.”

“Okay,” Bucky murmurs, his body slumping against the door, tension seeping out of his shoulders. He knows that there’s no way to sway you — not that he was ever going to try anyway. Bucky’s just relieved to learn the true intention of your pregnancy; knowing that this is not some elaborate scheme to trap him into a relationship with you gives him a peace of mind.

“Well, uh, I was wondering something,” Bucky says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was um…if you’re gonna be having this kid, then I’d…I’d like to stick around, if that’s okay. To help. We don’t need to be together, like, in a relationship, or anything, but I just…wanna be around to help you.” He pauses, gulping audibly, “Even if it’s not my baby, y’know? Even if it’s Steve’s—I hurt him, I owe him so much—,” Bucky cuts himself off when his voice cracks unexpectedly.

“Bucky—,”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Bucky mutters, scrubbing the back of his hand over his eyes. “I just…it’s not only ‘cause he’s gone, but just…I owe him a lot in general, y’know? In life. He’s my best guy. And,” Bucky pauses, takes a deep, fortifying breath, “And before he died, he told me — he made me promise to keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. So—so this is me keeping that promise, alright?”

“He really said that?” you ask, voice breathless with disbelief.

“Yeah, doll,” Bucky says, lips curling into a sad smile. “He did. And besides—you shouldn’t have to do this whole parenting thing alone.”

“Shouldn’t?” you breathe, “Bucky — it’s not about should or shouldn’t, anymore. I don’t want to…force you into doing anything!”

“You’re not—,”

“No, I don’t want you to feel obligated in any way,” you continue, barreling over his words. “I swear, this—us being together is not my endgame, here. Please don’t do this because you feel like you have to. You can back out now, say you don’t wanna do this and I won’t hold a single bad thought against you.”

“I’m not doing this to guilt-trip you, at all,” you say sincerely, “I’m not doing this for anyone but myself. I know…this baby might have been conceived under dubious circumstances, but whoever the father is — I’m still the mother. This is my child, no doubt about that, right? I want this baby, because I want this baby. That is my one and only motive here — no hidden agenda in my pockets, Buck.”

“And besides,” you huff, the door rattling in its hinges as you lean heavily against it. “I won’t be doing it alone. I’ve got a whole squadron of superheroes to help me out.”

Bucky barks out an incredulous laugh. “You really gonna leave Stark alone with your baby?” he asks.

“…maybe not alone,” you admit sheepishly. “But I’m serious. If you wanna stick around for the shit-show that is gonna be me tryna raise this baby, then by all means, stay. But don’t feel obliged — for my sake, or for Steve’s. I can get by on my own, Buck,” you say softly, firmly.

Bucky huffs. “The thing is, you don’t have to,” he replies. “I’m with you, Y/N. I’m gonna stick with you through all of this.”

“You said you wanna do this for yourself? I wanna do this for myself too,” Bucky says. “Whether or not I’m the father, but especially if I am — I’d like to be involved, if you’d let me.”

“Of course I’ll let you,” you assure him.

“Good—yeah, um…yeah. Just because you’re doing this for yourself, doesn’t mean you have to do it by yourself, y’know? I wanna support you, Y/N,” Bucky says, sincerity evident in his voice. “I wanna be there for you, whatever it is that you choose to do. If you wanna have this baby? Well, then—I’d best start reading those ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ books, huh?”

“I can give you one. I’ve got a spare,” you mumble shyly. A moment of silence passes. Bucky imagines you gnawing on your bottom lip listlessly, the way you always do when you’ve got something weighing heavy on your mind. “You sure ‘bout this?” you ask, “It ain’t gonna be easy, Bucky.”

“I know,” Bucky replies, “But it’ll be worth it, right?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, voice fond. “Um…Bucky?”

“Your turn to pick a topic?” he guesses.

“No! Wait, actually, yeah — I, um. So. Where does that leave us, then?” you ask, “Are we…what are we, to each other?”

Bucky hums, pursing his lips pensively as he flips the question over in his head. “For now? Friends, I think. That could probably work,” he replies. “Maybe without the benefits,” he adds jokingly.

“Damn,” you mutter, “Seems my dildo and I are gonna get really well acquainted, then.”

“I—what?” Bucky sputters, bolting upright in shock.

You burst out into peals of laughter. “Okay, okay, I’m only joking, Bucky,” you tease, in between fits of giggles. “But no—that’s fine with me. More than fine. I think that’s what we gotta do,” you agree, “Start all over. New page in the book, and all that stuff.”

“But uh…but let’s be clear about something,” Bucky says, leaning back against the door as rakes his fingers through his hair. “I still have feelings for you. I still — love you. Don’t think it’s the same kind of love that it was a few months ago, but something’s still there.”

“Likewise,” you reply, voice soft and tender. “I still love you too, Bucky.”

He swallows nervously, viciously tamping down the overexcited butterflies in his stomach. “So…what? How does this work?”

“We just need to be careful,” you reply, “Communicate. No bottling things up anymore, or hiding things from each other ‘cause we’re tryna make the other person feel better. We gotta be honest. We gotta learn from our past mistakes.”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, nodding in agreement. He clears his throat, “Yeah, um. Yeah, I agree. That’s cool.”

“We gotta—if someone steps over a boundary, or something, then the other person’s gotta tell them, y’know? Like, I’m telling you right now, you wanna hold my hand? I’m down for that. But I don’t think I’m ready for you to kiss me,” you admit.

“Okay,” Bucky says, nodding more vigorously now, even though you’re not there to see it. “Yeah, cool. I can get behind that.”

“Get behind what?”

“The—all of it. Boundaries, yes to holding hands, no to kissing,” he clarifies.

“Well…not yet, at least,” you say, chuckling softly, “But that’s good. That’s…yeah, good to know.”

There’s one more thing Bucky needs to mention. He is reluctant to bring it up, though, because the thought alone is enough to tinge his vision green with jealousy, enough to make his heart clench painfully. Even so, he steels himself with a deep breath. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you—,” he breaks off, curling the fingers of his flesh hand into a fist, his nails digging in hard enough to leave welts in his palm. “If you—happen to meet someone who you like…as in, really, really like, then…m’not gonna stop you,” he says quietly, “Sure, yeah, it might hurt—I dunno, but…if you wanna date someone else, then feel free. And when the baby comes, when the baby grows up and—,” Bucky stops to swallow nervously, “Well, we don’t gotta be together together, but I’ll be there for you.”

“Oh, Bucky,” you breathe and something in your voice — the sympathy, the tenderness, he’s not sure — makes tears well up in his eyes unexpectedly. “Bucky, is this—are you—is this outta concern for me? Or outta concern for you?”

“Um…you, I think?” Bucky replies, voice low and unsure.

“Then you don’t gotta worry, Buck,” you say reassuringly, “I wanna take things slow with you, ‘cause we did everything backwards. We fucked before we even went on our first date, Bucky. I want this to work, Buck, I really, really do. I mean — yeah, if it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t but…I would like it to. I really do love you.”

“I—okay,” Bucky says, smiling to himself. An invisible weight feels as if it has been lifted off his chest. “That works for me. I want this to work too, doll.”

“Besides, no one’d want me when I look like a whale, anyway,” you mutter dryly.

“You do not look like a whale!” Bucky protests.

“Have you seen me Barnes?” you retort.

“No, I haven’t actually,” Bucky says, breath catching in his throat. “Can you—will you show me?”

“Yeah, okay,” you reply, “Gimme a sec—,”

Bucky scrambles off the floor, turning around just as you unhook the latch and pull the door open. You pop your head through the crack, flashing him a shy grin. Bucky’s heart just about melts on the spot — he’s missed your smile. He’s missed you, period.

“Hey,” he breathes, taking a hesitant step forward.

“Hey yourself,” you reply, opening the door further and beckoning him inside.

Bucky steps into the room and turns to face you as you nudge the door shut with your toe. You’re wearing an oversized flannel over a ratty white t-shirt and baggy grey joggers, topping the outfit off with bright pink fuzzy socks. Your hair looks like it hasn’t been washed for a couple of days, there are darkened circles under your eyes and not a hint of makeup on your face but — you couldn’t look more perfect, in his opinion.

Bucky’s eyes drift downward, to your mid-section. Realising where his gaze is headed, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up, out of the way. Your tummy is only just beginning to round out, he notes. If Bucky wasn’t acutely aware of what you looked like naked, he’d barely notice the tiny swell in your lower abdomen. He might even write it off as you making a few too many trips to the junk food cabinet.

As it stands, Bucky is in fact, very much aware of what you look like naked, so his eyes are immediately mesmerised by your little bump.

“D’you wanna touch?” you ask timidly.

“Y-yeah,” Bucky stammers, his flesh hand reaching out towards you. The tips of his fingers trail over the swell of your stomach, his touch feather-light and hesitant. Though Bucky keeps his gaze focused on his hand, he can feel your gaze focused on him, burning a hole into the top of his skull with the intensity of your stare.

“You don’t gotta be afraid,” you murmur, taking a step closer so that you can grab hold of Bucky’s wrist and press his palm flat against your stomach. For good measure, you snatch up Bucky’s metal palm — ignoring his muted sounds of protest — and bring that to your bump as well.

Bucky splays his fingers over your rounded belly, wordlessly marvelling at the miracle growing inside you. Without warning, he feels overcome with a flood of emotions; tears spring up into the corners of his eyes.

“Oh—oh, Bucky,” you whisper, one hand reaching up to caress his cheek, “Hey now, it’s okay.”

“I know,” he mumbles, laughing breathlessly. “S’just…it’s been a lot today, hasn’t it?”

You hum in agreement, taking another step towards him. Bucky slowly slides his hands across your belly, over your sides and to your back. Once you’re close enough, you press your cheek to Bucky’s chest and loop your arms around his torso, crossing your wrists behind his back.

“We’re okay, right?” you ask, your voice muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs, tucking your head under his chin protectively. “We’re okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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Phoe’s Advent Calendar: Day 5

A happy December 5th to @coldthirst and everyone else! ^^

Title: Advent Calendar Project – Couple's Retreat

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, cuddles, Christmas fluff, sharing a bed

Main Pairing: Nico/Percy

Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo

Summary: Bianca wins a vacation for two but has no time to go, so she gives it to Nico to take his friend Percy along. She doesn't tell them it's a couple's retreat.

Links: FFNet | AO3

Couple's Retreat

"...There's only one bed."

"I can see that, yes, Percy."

"And there's rose-petals on the bed."

"Also see that, thank you."

"And champagne in a cooler."

"Honestly, Captain Obvious, that's enough", grunted Nico irritated and dumped his stuff. "You... You just wait here and I'll go and talk to the receptionist, capiche?"

Percy huffed and flipped him off, watching Nico leave the room. With a heavy sigh did Percy collapse backward onto the bed. It was a comfy bed. He took one of the rose-petals between his fingers, thoughtfully twirling it. The blush rising to his cheeks matched the rose-petal's pink color. He really totally wouldn't mind sharing a bed with Nico. Not that he ever minded sharing sleeping space with a friend, but with Nico in particular, he'd... really like that. Even if just platonic. And that was where the problem laid, because he really liked Nico. He liked Nico as more than a friend.

They had met over ten years ago, at a summer camp. Percy had been thirteen and Nico ten. They didn't really have anything to do with each other back then, but Percy befriended Nico's older sister Bianca, who was around Percy's age. Only with the years, they grew closer through Bianca. Until, at one point, Nico was about fourteen, it started to shift. Bianca spent most of her time with Thalia, Zoe, Phoebe and their girls, while Nico was into the same kind of comics and music as Percy so Percy started hanging out with Nico and the friendship grew stronger so that even now, as both of them were attending college, they were still really good friends. Only that Nico – studying to become a lawyer – was so not the little kid hiding behind Bianca's skirt anymore.

He was so gorgeous and witty and snarky. Percy still loved just building a blanket fort and watching cartoons with Nico, just like they did ten years ago. So when Nico had told him that Bianca won some kind of vacation for two people and that she couldn't make it because she already committed to a hiking and hunting trip with Thalia – Percy was about 95% sure that those two were secretly dating and have been secretly dating for ten years now, either that or they were seriously oblivious. Anyway, so Bianca won this ski-trip and had given the tickets to Nico, who had invited Percy along.

"No other rooms are available for us", grunted Nico irritated as he entered the room and closed the door rather loudly. "This thing is a couple's retreat. The whole deal. The ski-classes and all things included in this vacation is aimed at couples. All the non-couple rooms are booked out because they had to save up all the couples' rooms for this stupid couples' event."

"Okay", shrugged Percy and rolled onto his side, watching Nico glower. "Gee. Act like it's gonna kill you to share a bed with me, why don't you? Doesn't hurt a guy's ego at all."

"It's not...", started Nico with a frustrated sigh. "It's not that, Percy..."

It was just the fact that his stupid big sister set him up with his crush. She must have known this was for couples and she did this on purpose. Bianca was such a little shit sometimes. She was probably currently cackling about his misery with Thalia. He ran his hands over his face as he looked out the window at the beautiful snowy mountains and the frozen lake behind the hotel. This was so beautiful and romantic. It was exactly where he would want to take his ice-skating boyfriend if he had one. Alas, all he had was a 'really good friend who loved ice-skating and skiing'.

"Then what is it, di Angelo? Because if I'll have to endure that mood throughout the entire vacation, I think I'll cut it short and fly back home before New Year's Eve", grunted Percy unimpressed.

"Can we just get the skates and get out onto the lake?", sighed Nico. "Maybe I just didn't take well to the flight. I'll be better after dinner, okay? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be better."

Percy snorted with a half-grin and went for his stuff to get his skates. "Let's get going. How about a race? Loser pays for dinner tonight. You think you're up for that challenge, di Angelo?"

"Oh, you are on, Jackson", growled Nico back, eyes sparkling as he got his own skates.

/break\

They danced on the ice in the starlight and they shared a romantic candlelight dinner together, just to return to their one bed bedroom. Percy got ready for bed first and while Nico was in the bathroom, he laid on the bed, watching the bathroom door. Today had felt odd. Different than normal. Every time he hung out with Nico felt different from how it was with other friends, but this was... odd. It had felt intimate, as he had held Nico's waist to steady him because Nico was in fact not good at skating. And then sharing dinner in the candlelight – and with the waiter commenting on 'what a lovely couple' they were. Nico exited the bathroom, only wearing boxers and a ratty Batman shirt. Percy couldn't help but blush a little.

"...I can sleep on the couch", grunted Nico as frustrated as he had been when they had checked in.

"Okay, seriously", groaned Percy and threw a pillow at Nico. "You're being a weirdo again. Stop."

"I—I'm not", argued Nico weakly.

"What's the problem?", asked Percy, throwing the second pillow.

Nico glared, hugging both pillows close against his chest. "My sister is stupid and did this on purpose to embarrass me and I'll put her up for adoption or something."

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about", grunted Percy confused.

"You!", exclaimed Nico, finally bursting. "I'm talking about you! You, looking all adorable and sexy at the same time in your boxers and stupid Captain America shirt and how am I supposed to sleep in the same bed with you when I've been in love with you for ten years?"

Nico looked absolutely mortified as the words left him. He stared at Percy with such wide eyes that Percy nearly feared they'd fall out. Blinking slowly, Percy got off the bed and approached Nico slowly, gently cupping his cheek just as Nico tried to flinch away.

"Well, I guess I lose that race because it's only been five years for me, but I hope that's enough", drawled Percy before he leaned in to kiss Nico gently. "So... can we share a bed now? To sleep."

Nico nodded sharply and numbly, still staring with wide eyed. Percy returned to bed and waited for the daze to wear off before Nico jolted back into action and joined him, tentatively wrapping his arms around Percy's waist as though he wasn't sure he was allowed. Only when Percy snuggled up to him did Nico relax. Both of them fell asleep with smiles on their faces, silently thanking Bianca.

~*~ The End ~*~

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