#when i tell you i rushed to my tablet to draw these when i got home i am not kidding.

[astrophelosworld]

#when i tell you i rushed to my tablet to draw these when i got home i am not kidding. #jerma #jervis tetch #batman jervis tetch #batman mad hatter #btas #art #batman #batman rogues #im insane.

[bekaroth-reads]

Astarion x Reader

[I’ve finally gotten some time to play the full version of BG 3, unfortunately not enough to get past what was available in the early release versions. Hopeful to write more characters when I run into them. For the time being, though, I’m more than happy to show love for everyone’s favorite vampire. Technically a x reader, but also sort of for x Tav too. Not proof read, my tablet’s about to die and I want to get this up, lol]

The rain was steadily coming down. It wasn’t flood levels or anything drastic like that, but there was enough that you didn’t want to go out unless you absolutely had to. You were thankful that the tent you had gotten ended up being a nicer one that kept all of the water out. You weren’t the only one thankful for that either.

Astarion, seeing how clouded over the sky was, refused to budge an inch. The others in the group wanted to keep going, not finding a chance of rain a good reason to stall progress, especially seeing as the next town was only about a day or so away. You had volunteered to stay back with him, using the excuse that you didn’t think anyone in the group should be left alone. In all honesty, you didn’t feel like being caught in the rain either.

It seemed like you made the right call too. You were wondering if you had been overly cautious like the others thought, but once things started to pick up you were glad you weren’t either trying to rush the rest of the way to the town or setting up tents in the rain.

Your vampiric traveling partner had himself sat snuggly in the tent, not risking getting caught in too much water moving too quickly. While Astarion did have a tent of his own, the one that you had gotten was more waterproof, so he insisted that he be allowed to stay in it. You didn’t have too much of a problem with that as there was enough room in the tent for both of you.

Or at least you didn’t think you did. Now that you were out here in the rain checking on the pikes that were holding the tent down while he was comfortable and dry inside, you were starting to think you weren’t too much better off than everyone else. Finally, after walking around the tent to make sure everything was still tightly fastened down, you finally went back inside.

“Oh, for-“ Astarion exclaimed as you opened the tent, “Close the bloody door!”

“The door?” You question as you take off your boots and your cloak off at the front of the tent.

“You know what I mean.” He huffed out and lounged back onto his bedroll. “I’m mean, really! I knew you could be dense but I didn’t think it was that bad-“

Astarion gave a comical, “oof,” when you threw your wet cloak onto his face.

When he pulled it from his face, his red eyes seemed to burn; you couldn’t quite tell with what emotion, but you did know something was coming.

It turned out that something was him as in a flash he had tossed the cloak aside, and pulled you down to the ground.

“Just like when we first met. What happy memories~” Astarion purred darkly as he held you down.

“I distinctly remember there being a knife involved.” You pointed out at the lack of things pointed at you.

“Mmm, you would remember that delicious, little detail. Should’ve known you were the type to enjoy that sort of thing.”

You swallowed at the lump in your throat, trying not to give him any indication that you were at all affected. You went to retort, but Astarion was quick to stop it.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh- Hush. Don’t even think about lying to me. In fact,” his hand moved up to cover your mouth, “how about you don’t speak at all. If you really want to feel something sharp of mine against your throat, duckling~”

Astarion leaned closer, grinned so that his pearly, white fangs peeked out from his lips, and hummed, “I’ve got the perfect, little tools right here.”

There was a slight gasp from his mouth when he opened it wide enough to properly bare his fangs that seemed to magically draw one from you. The chill from his skin sent a shiver down your spine as his cheek brushed against your jaw. His lips brushed against your neck-

-and his index finger moved up from your mouth to your nose, gave it a tap, and giggled a mischievous, “Honk,” into your neck.

Astarion leaned back to sit up and squished your cheeks. “Oh, you should see your face. Absolutely priceless.” He snickered.

Astarion groaned and leaned back onto his elbows, “Listen, I gave something a chance and it didn’t pan out.”

You shooed his hand away from your face and moved over to your bed roll and rolled your eyes. “Sure, if you say so…” then something struck you as you smirked yourself, “Duckling.”

He brushed his fingers through his mess of white curls, but stopped part way as he came to his own realization. “Or… perhaps it worked better than your letting on. It seems memorable at least.”

“Well, so was that dinner we had a few nights ago, but that doesn’t mean it’s good.” You retort.

“Fair enough.”

There was a spell of silence between the two of you with nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the tent with the occasional rumble of distant thunder. It was broken when Astarion gave a drawn out, dramatic whine.

You lied down on your bedroll and acted like you didn’t notice him staring at you. “Well, it seemed like someone should have taken the opportunity when he had it earlier.”

“Speaking of dinner,” he turned to look at you, his garnet eyes reflecting his hunger, “I’m positively famished.”

Astarion moved so that he was closer to you; while technically leaning over you again, it was more playful than predatory. He ran his hand under your chin to catch your attention and turn your head to look at him. “You have no idea how tempted I was to do so.” He sighed.

“Careful, or I might start to think your getting attached to me.” You teased, but there was not bite to it.

Astarion chuckled, a mostly light chuckle with a twinge of a bitter aftertaste. “Don’t get too cocky. I’m never more than friendly acquaintance with anyone.” He pinched your cheek and gave it a little shake. “Even you, my little duckling.”

It seemed that the two of you had quickly formed an inside joke from his attempts at a pet name.

Still not to be completely overcome by his charms, you pushed back with, “Of course. That’s why you were so eager to be so close to me a bit ago.”

“A tactical maneuver.” He brushed it off.

“And, have been flirting with me.”

“What’s a little flirting between friend—ly acquaintances.” He cleared his throat to try and act like he didn’t almost slip up and show attachment.

“And, why you’ve been wanting to bite me the whole evening.”

“And, still do.” He rolled so he was once again pinning you, propping himself up on his arms so he could still look you in the eyes, his usual, suave demeanor making its return.

You instinctively placed your hand on the crook of his neck, which he adored in the secrecy of his own mind. Astarion was more than pleased that he seemed to have flustered you into silence as he brushed his cheek against yours, and whispered, his fang brushing against your ear,

“Now, be good and indulge me in a friendly, little,”

His lips moved to your hammering, stuttering pulse point as he purred,

“Nibble~”

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion

[daswarschonkaputt]

so a few select people know that i've been working on these bad boys for a few weeks now. this collection started because @mortimerlatrice had the audacity to try and tell me that fem!kinn wouldn't wear skirts and dresses and i pretty much broke my tablet pen in the rush to prove her wrong. also i felt like redesigning my fem!kinn and fem!porsche ideas. beneath the cut are my thoughts on these outfits plus the fashion collections they're inspired by/referencing.

fem!kinn businesswear looks

fem!kinn i feel like is the type of person who weaponises her gender expression. every part of how she presents herself is a carefully cultivated power play. she smokes cigars and drinks scotch and can talk at length about stocks and cryptocurrency, but she wears high heels even though she had to teach herself how to run in them, has long hair even though styling it is a nightmare, and is never seen without make-up, because every part of her must straddle a line of being masculine enough to be respected without being dismissed as butch, or a transgressor of gender norms. so: power suits and heels.

most of these are just riffs on the show's suits, so no real reference images, though hilarious @elnotwoods and i managed to parallel brain the exact same corset + suit look bc we are bloggers of TASTE.

fem!kinn occasionwear looks

the product launch -- upon rewatching clips from this episode i realised that the product launch apparently has a roaring 20s theme? which be wildin'. i spent so long looking at pictures of 20s style dresses until i found eliza jane howell who is a tiny british designer who has an entire collection of 20s inspired gowns. the inspo for kinn's dress was the miranda dress from her eveningwear collection.

the diamond auction -- i've drawn fem!kinn in this dress before, and i stand by it. this is a dress from ralph and russo's fall 2015 couture collection, specifically look 12. i first saw this dress months ago when i was looking for clothes for a project i was working on and it's lived in my brain rent free since.

date night i and date night ii -- both of these dresses i saw on pinterest somewhere and forget to save the link bc when i do art i usually have abt 50 billion tabs open. (i make firefox weep each time i open a new one.)

looks that almost made it in: michael cors rtw fall 2022 look 24; and schiaparelli couture spring 2022 look 24.

fem!kinn misc looks

okay so the theme for this one was actually "iconic kinn looks" and you know what? the towel was iconic. there i said it.

the sleepwear look -- *cries in detail work* yes all that lace is hand-drawn YES MY WRIST ACHED SO BAD AFTER FINISHING IT, this one is just conjured out of my head, no inspo look

the suspenders -- real ones know which kinn look this one is based off. just google kinn in suspenders or something i guess because we were ROBBED that it wasn't in the show. ROBBED.

the towel -- since drawing it multiple ppl have told me that they think fem!kinn would just wear the towel on her hips, tits out, no shame, and they are all so valid.

family portrait -- when i was drawing this, i got sent a look by siv that i initially discounted because it was a skirt suit and fem!kinn all about those power suits. and then i was looking for thai designers and i saw the same look and i was like, "okay but she'd only wear this in a family portrait," and then i was like hhrrrrnngngn family portrait outfits for all of them, so now it's a category. this is a recoloured version of poem bangkok's fall 2022 rtw collection look 19.

fem!porsche "pre-kinn" looks

okay so my thoughts on fem!porsche are as someone for whom gender is almost an afterthought, whose main friends are all guys, who drinks bear and kicks ass and cuts her own hair whenever it gets too annoying, who buys male toilettries because they're cheaper, who's made a career out of being rich girl's experimental whirl into lesbianism, and who can get them off real easy but isn't so good at getting herself off. she's hooked up with her fair share of guys, and considers herself more of a male-leaning bisexual. like, girls are fun and all, but she tends to have a better time when she hooks up with guys. (kinn's gonna blow that out of the water, hahaha.)

the fighter outfit -- originally this was going to be just a sports bra + jeans, but then i saw a pic of a cropped hoodie and my brain just sort of blanked out and when i was done the art was finished. porsche's abs are very important to me. as are her arms. and her thighs. she's an itty bitty titty committee member tho and i stand by that.

the bartender outfit -- i've drawn this one before, but yes! all the buttons undone! cheapest black shirt and slacks! converse!!! YESS

the casual outfit -- bike shorts, big t, big shirt? yes. fem!porsche sits somewhere between jock and gonna-fix-your-appliances on a fashion basis and i am here for it.

fem-porsche "kinn era" looks

one of the big ideas i had going into this project was the idea that porsche feels divorced from her femininity in a way that she's not altogether satisfied with and that kinn helps her reconnect with it. because, like, let's be real: porsche has no major feminine influences in her life growing up, and she's literally always got bigger concerns. she defo plays up the idea that she's above it all, whilst also completely lost as to how to get to there. kinn is probably both an object of envy and attraction for her.

(also i have in my head that the sauna conversation goes something like: porsche: do you have a boyfriend, then? kinn: i've never once found a man that truly wants a powerful woman. porsche: huh, that's weird. i've had no trouble finding guys who want me to hold the up against a wall.)

anyway it's important to me that kinn makes porsche feel dainty and feminine.

the bodyguard look -- hrrrrngngng waist. that is all.

clubbing with tankhun -- you know how i said somewhere between jock and owns a monkey wrench? meet porsche out clubbing. love it for her.

first public date with kinn -- so the background i had imagined for this outfit was that porsche and kinn are going public, and kinn sends her a box with a dress to wear plus heels, only porsche can literally not stand for more than two seconds in the heels and hates them, so she wears her converse instead. this is almost a direct copy of look 12 from monse's spring 2021 rtw collection.

black tie date with kinn -- obvs this is a dress that kinn picked out for her, so i thought long and hard about what kinn would choose. in the end, i figured kinn would probably want her to look regal. i looked at so many dresses for this one, esp bc there was a secret requirement where i wanted the skirt to be loose enough that kinn could eat her out in it. look, i just think it would be gender if kinn dressed porsche up in this dress and porsche felt all pretty and feminine and then kinn ate her out in the bathroom at the event or something. you know. girl things. this dress is look 6 from valdrin sahiti's spring 2022 bridal collection and i had to download a pdf to get a reference picture, so appreciate my work. also shoutout literally the only time porsche is wearing heels. kinn had to give her like three hours of walking lessons.

fem!porsche minor family head looks

michael kors collection saved my bacon here. i really struggled to figure out what fem!porsche's overall aesthetic would be for her minor family head position. i wanted something distinct from kinn, but didn't think she'd go full androgyny. in the end i settled on a well-tailored suits with a military flare in their cut.

first business look -- this one is based on look 19 from michael kors collection's fall 2022 rtw collection. dem arms.

second business look -- same song, different verse. same collection, but look 7. the thigh-high boots were added by me, though. i wasn't drawing lesbian kinnporsche without putting one of them in thigh-high boots.

visiting mum -- a couple of things. this one is based on this photo i found on pinterest, because i just really liked the neckline. details you might miss: this is arguably porsche's most femme outfit here, but she doesn't have the perfectly styled hair that she has when she's on mafia business, and she's still wearing her ratty beat-up converse. she's feminine, but trying to be authentic. it's a specific kind of messaging she's trying to get across to her mum. she probably agonised for hours over what to wear. kinn definitely really likes her in it.

family portrait -- again, plucked from my own imagination. the original inspiration for this look was look 9 from altuzarra pre-fall 2020 but if you click that link you'll probably be able to tell i went completely off-script. the more i drew it, basically, the more the altuzarra look looked too japanese, which is understandable, because that collection's whole thing was about blending modern and traditional japanese fashion. in the end, i pivoted, and brought it more in line with kinn's look, because i really did want them to have similar vibes. (couples outfits? couples outfits!!)

near misses -- these ones almost ended up involved: altuzarra pre-fall 2020 look 6 for the family portrait; michael kors fall 2020 look 60 also for the family portrait; michael kors fall 2020 look 30 for minor family mafia business; look 17 from alexander mcqueen's 2011 pre-fall collection also for mafia business; this look from pinterest for mafia business that got discounted bc i was going in a different direction; and this dress from rouba.g's spring 2019 rtw collection for the black tie dress which literally only avoided inclusion here because i couldn't make the sheer fabric look right.

anyway the takeaway here is don't get into an argument with me because i will bring receipts. mort learned their lesson, don't worry.

also @yeetlegay i gave you adequate warning. you knew it was coming.

#kaputt suffers in art #kinnporsche #kinnporsche art #fem!kinnporsche art #look i was good i drew only men for like literal months #so i think i deserve some pretty women for my hard work #also this set almost got derailed bc i started drawing fem!zhou zishu from woh #and zzs's face is so fucking hard wtf #oh and before people ask #yes i do have a plan to do fem!kim and fem!chay and also fem!vegas and fem!pete #select people have been let in on some thumbnails #but in the case of kimchay i have very few ideas #feel free to send me ur fem!kimchay fashion hcs #currently all i have for chay is just ''dungarees?????'' written in a discord chat somewhere #i don't tend to post my art but i figured you guys deserved this one #it's all just flat colour bc shading would take too long #anyway i'm going to bed now

[synthshenanigans]

woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

#time is wild #also love the way my art style changes each month or two #anyway tho im actually pretty happy with how much better I've gotten #have a lotta plans for more HMS/CJ stuff #just quite busy & overloaded atm lol #more will hopefully come tho #chonny jash #moss post #-atlas art-

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Hunteri Heroici: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

With Sam and Dean waiting by the car, you need to be quick so that you can get on the road. Castiel has Joanna, so you're not worried about a two-year-old running through the store and touching whatever she can get her hands on. She is officially potty training! You have to get her a portable toilet so you can train her while on the road. You still don't have a home base, so this is going to have to do.

After picking out the one you wanted, you pass by some bottles and extra nipples that you need since yours seemed to disappear after Joanna stopped using bottles. You grab a few of those before heading over to the cashier. After paying for them, you carry everything out of the store in bags except for the portable toilet. That's too big to fit in a bag.

Sam and Dean are across the street at the gas station, but you don't mind the walk. You need the exercise, even if it's for a little bit. Sam is talking on the phone with Ms. Tran while Dean is filling up his car. Castiel is holding Joanna as she tells him a story, and he's listening to her every word.

"Why did he do that?" he asks her.

"I dunno," she shrugs and goes back to storytelling.

Dean finishes filling up when he notices you trudging over with the stuff in your hands. He rushes over to you and grabs everything you're holding so he can put them in the trunk.

"I don't know why you didn't let me do this," he grumbles.

"I'm pregnant, not disabled. I can handle it."

You walk over to Joanna and Castiel, and you hold your arms out to signal to the angel that you need to put her in her car seat. He whispers something to her that causes her to giggle, and he hands her over to you. You open the back door of the Impala and strap her into her car seat. You kiss her head and shut the door once she isn't going anywhere.

"Right, yeah. No, just call us whenever you find something," Sam says to Ms. Tran.

Before she can talk his ear off, Sam quickly hangs up on her, glad that he doesn't have to talk to her. Ms. Tran is amazing, but she can be a handful sometimes.

"What's going on in Tran-land?" Dean jokes.

"Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet. So far, it's bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell."

"Garth has a safe-houseboat?"

"Dude, I don't even ask questions anymore."

"What's the word, Cas?"

"It's a shortened version of my name."

"Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word? Any tablet chatter on angel radio?" Dean sighs.

"Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off."

"You can do that?" you ask and lean against the side of the car.

"Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, that's--we're good. Why'd you flip the switch?" Dean asks with a shake of his head.

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven, and I don't want anything to do with that place... not anymore."

"So, what now? Move to Vermont and open up a charming B&B?"

You and Sam smile at his joke, but Castiel isn't so amused.

"No. I still want--need--to help people. So... I'm gonna become a hunter," he smiles widely. "I could be your fourth wheel."

"You know that's not a good thing, right?" Dean says.

"Of course it is. A fourth wheel adds extra grip and greater stability. I even found a case in Oklahoma City. A man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

"He's got a point," Sam shrugs.

"Excellent. I'll see you there."

He turns to teleport there, but Dean quickly stops him before he can go.

"Wait, Cas! If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine, but you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around shit. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche." Dean and Sam nod in agreement and move to the front of the car when Castiel tries to wiggle his way to the front seat. "Can I at least ride in the front seat?"

"No," both Sam and Dean say at the same time.

"Come on, Castiel. The back seat is way more fun," you wink at him and guide him to sit next to Joanna.

Once you're all inside, you think about how you're going to shuttle around three kids alongside three grown adults. You might have to think about getting a different car, and you know that's not going to go over well with Dean. The entire car ride is silent, which is what Joanna needs to take a nap all the way to the morgue to see a guy, Gary Freleng, whose heart leaped out of his chest.

Joanna isn't cranky, you're fed, and the entire team is ready to tackle this case for what it is. The detective on the case greets you with a smile and brings you to the back, not caring that there is a little girl attached to Dean's hip. She minds her own business as long as you figure out what is going on in her town.

"The coroner said his heart was ejected from his body. It got some air, too. We found it in a sandbox."

"Any idea what happened, Detective?" Sam asks.

"A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash, an assload of drugs."

"There are no narcotics in that man's system. His molecules are all wrong," Castiel mutters to you and Dean, speaking softly so the detective doesn't hear.

"But you don't think that?" Sam asks the detective.

"I've never seen something do this."

She pulls back the cloth to reveal a cookie-cutter heart-shaped hole in Gary's chest where his heart should have been.

"Who called this in?" you ask.

"A friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing." Her phone rings, and she sighs when she sees whose it is. "Ah, crap. I have to take this. Here's everything we got." She hands over the file to Dean and begins to leave. "Knock yourself out."

"Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call," Dean hands over his card.

"Whatever you say, Scully," she chuckles. She answers her phone as she leaves the office. "Detective Glass. On my way."

Dean opens the file as Castiel stands closer to the body. He leans down and starts sniffing the dead guy.

"I can't sense any EMF or sulfur. Mr. Freleng's arterial health is excellent. He did recently suffer from a," he sniffs the body once more, more towards the lower region of the body, "mild bladder infection."

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy," Dean says, already done with him.

"Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can--"

"Did you know he was having an affair?" Sam says, holding Gary's file.

"What?"

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45 and walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad with dressing on the side. They would chat about everything, and she'd be back on the road by 1:30."

"You don't think she's telling the truth?"

"That's too much detail. It sounds rehearsed. Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town. It's attached to the Moonlight motel," you state.

"Okay, let's say that Gary is on the prowl but he's playing it safe because," Dean lifts his hand to reveal a wedding ring on Gary's left hand, "he's married. He doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a motel. He stashes his car at the park across the street and meets Olivia there. His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart."

"So, she breaks his. It sounds witchy."

"Yes, it does. The guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection," Dean pats Castiel on the shoulder and walks out of the medical examiner's office with his brother.

"Becoming a hunter isn't going to happen overnight, Castiel. You have to look at more than just physical evidence. It's all about body language and outside clues that will help paint a picture of what could be going on. Understand?"

"Yeah."

You four head over to Gary's house to talk to his wife because Sam believes that she may be a witch trying to kill him. Upon first glance at her, you don't see anything more than a grieving widow. There are many ways you can go about this, but it seems like Castiel has enough training for an interrogation.

"I--I don't understand," she stutters with tears in her eyes, "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI be investigating this?"

"The parks are government property. We just got a few questions for you," Dean says simply.

"I'll, uh... I'll handle this. I've done the research. I can crack her," Castiel mutters to you and the brothers. You raise your eyebrows but let him do his thing because you're kind of curious to see how this will play out. "Now, Ms. Freleng, I don't want to bother you. I--I really don't, but I--I do have just one question for you." He grows angry and slams his hand on the table, scaring her. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

"Agent Stills. A word, please," Dean sighs.

You want to laugh at this, but for the wife's sake, you don't. Dean takes Castiel off to the side, and you quickly take a seat across from her. You grab her hand as a sign of comfort, but really, you're using her magic to take away some of her pain. She sobs at the harshness of Castiel but calms down a bit at the softness of you.

"I can't imagine what you're going through, but just know that your husband loved you very much. I know this is a hard time."

"Yeah," she sniffles, pulling her hand away.

"I'm really sorry about my partner, but what he was trying to say is if Gary had any secrets? Maybe something he was hiding?"

"Like what?" she sniffles.

There is a knock at the front door, and Olivia, the mistress walks in with a casserole in her hand.

"Deb?" she asks with tears in her eyes.

"Olivia."

Mrs. Freleng gets up and hugs the mistress. She must not know of her betrayal if she is welcoming her in like this.

"Are you okay?"

"As in mistress Olivia?" Dean whispers to you and Sam.

"This is awkward," Castiel nods.

"I'm sorry. What did you think Gary was hiding?" Deborah asks with her arm around Olivia.

"That he was sleeping with her," Castiel says before you and the brothers could say anything.

"I know," Deborah sighs.

"You know?"

"Gary and I... had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll put this in the kitchen," Olivia says, desperate to get away.

Deborah agrees and decides to help her to gain some distance from you and the brothers, and once they are out of sight, you turn to the brothers with a confused look.

"So, she's not a witch," Castiel deduced.

"Just the best wife ever," Dean chuckles.

"Oh really?" you ask and cross your arms defiantly. "If you feel that way, maybe you'd be okay if I slept with Sam again? Maybe Castiel and I can give it a go. How do you feel about that?" Dean immediately shuts up, and you nod knowingly. "That's what I thought."

You roll your eyes and motion for your daughter to come to you. Sam lets her down and she runs over to you, and you grab her hand.

"Come on, let's leave Daddy alone right now."

You look behind you and shake your head as you and Joanna walk to the car. Dean sighs and he turns to his friend and his brother, shrugging.

"If she didn't kill her husband, then who or what did?" No one has a chance to answer when Dean's phone rings. "Hello? ... Another one? ... We're on our way. Thanks." He hangs up with a sigh. "We got another one, boys."

You've finished strapping Joanna in when the men walk out of Gary's house. With one look to your husband's face, you know that there is another death. They know where they're going, so you're only in it for the ride. A man had jumped to his death off a really tall building, but there is a catch that the detective didn't want to tell Dean over the phone. Whatever it is, you're here to figure out what is going on.

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[fellty]

More tests- some thoughts under the cut

I'm giving traditional a shot after reading "Rapid Commuter Underground" - it's very good! It's a comic that makes me want to make comics without alienating me from the actual making of comics. By contrast I feel myself going "Hey that looks like fun! Let me give that a try!"

I got diagnosed with ADHD in 2021. I think when it's managed best, it pushes me to explore what I love most - but at it's worst, I'm sensitive to what feels "bad". When I got my first tablet in 2008, I felt keenly aware of how bad the tablet felt. It was glossy, the pen felt wrong in my hand, and the brushes felt like part of me was missing. But I figured it'll get easier and it did - and didn't.

Today the sensation feels like a mitten. Some brushes let me ignore the mitten more than others. Some days the mitten feels very unignorable no matter what - it takes up my whole focus with the feeling of "wrong" that it produces. It becomes past a haptic mitten and into a cognitive one - I don't want to explore here, it's uncomfortable. I want to be done. I'll just rush this part.

I do like digital art, but I think some of my bigger successes have been in programs like MSPaint and AZpainter. I'm not sure what it is about that program but the mitten is probably the most reduced there. I think it's partially because MSP is fairly upfront in telling you what it will and will not do very quickly. When I use AZP, I'm pretending it's MSP with layers.

Anyways, giving traditional a try surprised me with how comfortable I am living in it, even for a quick test. I feel curious about what I can do with it, and where I can take it. An urge to explore is there, and I'm not rushing out of discomfort (though, habitually, I still do). It feels good.

Penciling and painting was most fun, and then inking was unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as digital inking can be. It felt like i was using the wrong tool, though became committed to finishing it with the wrong tool.

So far the largest obstacle to this approach seems to be photographing and inking. Not bad, it feels manageable.

My priority when making things tends to be how good it felt to make it, then if it makes me happy to look at. When the latter becomes the priority, the process of making it usually becomes miserable. Though, I suppose it's because within the priority of "makes me happy to look at," somehow the question "will it make other people happy to look at?" sneaks in. I already know how to draw things that make me happy, because usually when the line goes down i'm choosing things that make me happy naturally - but it's easy to doubt that in the fog of displacing someone elses wants into your own.

This's gotten long, whew. Thanks for reading.

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hi love! thank you thank you for writing the brother harry piece. i never see anything written about reader with ocd and it’s such a struggle!! i’ve been getting better but could you maybe write something about reader having a tic attack? i’ve had them before where i have to count everything and to me i have certain numbers that are “bad” so i just need to keep counting everything and making sure i’m not touching anything with a certain amount of fingers or something like that, sorry if this is bad feel free to ignore! 💚💚

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Brother!Harry x Y/N - 3.5k

A/N: I also want to say a huge thank you to @manifestrry with this and helping me with the facts and shedding light. All OCD’s can vary so thank you for being patient with all my questions. You’re an incredible human 🤍

Warnings: OCD, social anxiety, medication, intrusive thoughts, slight harming actions (not violent or graphic), anxiety, depression

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This wasn’t supposed to happen, you were just starting to get better again. Why did they have to change everything and put you on new medication?! The last ones were fine...Well apart from the nausea and insomnia...

As always, you had had the same speech from your Doctor about how the new medication would take a little while to kick in, and it may make you worse for a little while. So what was the point in taking them then? Especially if you weren’t going to feel any better. And you decided you were completely okay without the tablets at all instead.  

Although, that wasn’t quite what you had decided to tell your family.

“Y/N, darling? Harry’s here!” Your Mum calls from downstairs. You sigh softly and check the time, it was 12pm and you were all going out for business lunch meeting about a charity performance that Harry was planning, with the help of you.  

It was a very big step for you, but you were determined not to let your mental health ruin it this time. You flicked your light switch on and off as you left your bedroom before rushing downstairs.

“There she is” Harry smiles and presses two kisses to your cheek as you come down the stairs. You had checked your outfit with Harry every single day last week. “You look great!” He smiles.

“Thank you” You smile softly, putting your phone into your bag. “Are you driving?”

“Sure thing Sugar!” Harry chuckles, re-tying his shoe laces.

“I’m just going to get my coat, Y/N, your medication is on the side” Your Mum reminds you, you nod softly, your hands suddenly jolting up to clap twice. Harry flinched slightly as you blushed deeply. Not again.

This was a new thing you had to do. When you became extremely nervous you always used to hold someone’s hand to calm your nerves. However, a couple of weeks ago, while in the midst of an anxiety attack, you were squeezing at Gemma’s hand and noticed you had dug your nails in, marking her skin and very nearly drawing blood. You just needed to have the feel of something on your skin. So you decided that you would clap to feel the contact instead, and not risk hurting anyone else. If you didn’t clap, someone would get seriously hurt.

The guilt you still felt for hurting your sister was still eating you away.

You hang your head low and head into the kitchen, you could feel Harry’s eyes burning into you so you took a deep breath, placed the tablet in your mouth and took a sip of water. You could see Harry nod gently before going onto his phone.

Fooled you Harold.  

You quickly turned around, taking the still-whole tablet out from under your tongue. You were about to wash it away down the sink, but you felt Harry and your Mum’s footsteps behind you, so you quickly pushed it into your bag as you got your phone out.

“So...Y/N how’s the new medication coming along? Noticed any changes?” Harry asks curiously.  

Another two claps.

“Feeling much better” You nod quickly before rushing out the door and into the back of the car.

“Y/N, remember you’ll be sat beside me at the end of the table, and Mum will be opposite you alright?” Harry explains from the driver’s seat. You gave him a soft nod, your worries and anxieties beginning to flood into your brain once again. But you needed to do this. You wanted to make a difference.

“Sure thing Sugar!” You repeat Harry’s expression from earlier. He let out a gentle chuckle. “Try not to get that phrase stuck in your head too often”  

You tighten your fists as you watch out the window, Harry pulling up to the restaurant's car park.

“H-how many people?” You mutter softly, feeling your nails indent your skin once again.  

“Just six of us. Us three, Jeff, Kyle Mason who is the founder of the charity and Juliette Reeves who is offering us the venue” You nod nervously. “Nice even number, and we have a corner to ourselves so there won’t be too many people around us. Just like the original plan.”

You could do this. It was just lunch. Just lunch with your family and a couple more people.

“How many doors are there?” You mutter, feeling your heart rate quicken.

Harry’s eyes widen as he freezes. Shit. He promised you that he would find out and he had totally forgotten. If you had to go through an odd number of doors, something very bad would happen on the way home.

“Shit. Y/N I’m sorry I-…"

“Darling” Your Mum turns around to face you with a frown. “I thought you said you had been better with-”

“I-I was just curious. It’s okay” You whisper.  

After two more claps, you took a deep breath and got out of the car, tapping your knuckles twice against the car window, because if you didn’t, then someone would steal the car.

“Y/N...Are you sure you are okay to do this?” Harry says softly, gently pulling you to the side.

“Yes Harry!” You furrow your brows. “I told you everything is getting better” You frown, feeling the burning in your stomach. You had to be getting better, because if you weren’t then that would mean you were just getting worse. And that would disappoint everyone.

Then everyone would leave because they’re tired of you disappointing them all the time. Maybe disappointment should just be your new name.

“Y/N...Y/N” Harry squeezed your hand gently, releasing you from your trance.

“What?” You blink, staring up at him.  

“I said just three doors...” He whispers, nodding to the restaurant. “Three doors for us to go through” He explains calmly.

No. No this couldn’t be happening. Three was odd. And worse than that, it was the worst odd number. Because bad things happen in threes. They always happen in threes.

“W-what? No...no Harry you must have counted wrong. There can’t be!” Your eyes widen in fear, turning to pace on the spot and flicking your hands, trying to get rid of the trembling action.

“Fuck Y/N I’m so sorry!” Harry felt the pit of guilt in his stomach as he gently took your hand, Anne had gone off to speak to the restaurant owner, wanting to do anything in her power to keep you as calm as possible.

“Hey, look at me...take a deep breath in and out okay, we can find another way” he whispers calmly. You wanted to pull Harry away and run from the restaurant, never having to go in there ever. But you were pushing away the compulsion and you were doing so well, but you couldn’t pull Harry away, so you found yourself pulling at your own hair, causing a pained whimper to escape from your lips.

“Y/N, come on” He frowns, taking your wrist gently and trying to pry your hair out of your hand, your fingers shaking and tightening up.  

“Please, you’ll hurt yourself” He whispered, his calm voice soothing you as you closed your eyes and felt your fingers release from your hair. “Shhhh, that’s it...well done” He whispers.

“Darling, the owner said that we can go in through the back way, and there will be one extra door so you can go through four of them alright?” Anne frowns. “We can go and sit down, get a drink and order some food. How does that sound?”  

“O-okay” You mutter, quietly clapping your hands over and over again, until you felt Harry’s hand snaked in between yours, squeezing your hand gently twice.

“N-no don’t do that because if I hurt you, you’ll leave!” You blurt out, pulling your hands away and looking him in pure terror.

He blinked in disbelief. “Y/N...Y/N I promise you, I’m not going anywhere!” He reassures you. “You can squeeze my hand, I don’t mind” He holds his hand out to you gently, your hands still clapping as you shake your head.  

“Alright...that’s okay...what about this?” He whispers, gently holding your wrist. “How’s that? You can’t hurt me like this...”

You were ready to pull your hand away once again, but you felt some of the built-up tension in your veins release, and you gave him a slow, but cautious nod.

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Throughout the dinner, your social anxiety was becoming more and more apparent, you felt the tears building behind your eyes, but you were swallowing them down as much as possible.

Your hands were sweating and you kept dropping your fork as you attempted to eat some chips from your plate. This was such an important meeting for Harry, and for you, and you were sure you had ruined it all already.

You see, you had looked at the menu all week, read every review and made sure that you didn’t have any foods that could make you unwell. But...what if there was something dangerous that had accidentally gotten into your food and no one knew?...But Harry and Anne had already eaten half of theirs, and they were okay. And Jeff, Kyle and Juliette had said that they had breakfast here this morning as they were staying at the hotel next door.

You had to eat though, because then if you didn’t eat, then Anne and Harry would know you wouldn’t be able to have your tablet on an empty stomach, and that would blow your plan and they would soon realise the truth. Then they would be disappointed. Then they would leave you forever. Then you’d be alone the rest of your life and then...

“So Y/N, what do you think?” Juliette looks over to you with a smile, interrupting your thoughts. You had been chewing the same chip, zoning out for the last minute or two and you had no idea what they had said. You felt the nerves rush through your body, your nails digging into the table and you had forgotten how to swallow.

“Chew...and breathe” Harry whispers, reminding you and handing you your drink.

Anne leant over and rested her hand on top of yours, stroking your fingers gently. “They said if you would like to and felt ready enough at the time, maybe you could try and say a few words at the performance. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to...” Your Mum explains calmly as you look between her and Juliette.

Your words were on the tip of your tongue, but they couldn’t come out, it was like your mouth just didn’t want to move. You felt yourself getting more and more frustrated deep down.

Your mouth was trying to move, but no sound was coming out, and that just made you want to scream as loud as possible. It was like living in a nightmare. Harry and Anne shared an intense look of worry between each other.  

Harry opened his mouth to apologise but Kyle stopped him straight away.

“Don’t worry...it’s completely okay...things take time, and we have lots of time. This event is going to be very special” He was careful not to use the word important because he didn’t want you to feel more pressure.

Y/N if you don’t hit your head against this wall right now, the words will never come out and you’ll ruin your brother's career...four bangs will get four words out so just do it.

One. Two. Three. Four. The wall was brick behind you and you felt your eyes well with tears, your breath blocked in your throat as you tried to choke your words out.

The table had fallen silent as the only noise that could possibly escape your mouth was a cry and your head fell back again, But your brother had great reflexes. He placed his arm behind your head, creating a barrier for your head and the wall and as you threw your head back.

The last time this happened you had given yourself concussion, and he was not going to risk you hurting yourself. Ever.

You felt the tears finally escape your eyes as Harry wrapped an arm around your neck gently and pulled your head into the crook of his neck. You hung your head in shame as the only sound you could hear now was your cries. Crying from a mix between your frustration and the ache at the back of your head.

Harry held you close to his chest with a frown, kissing your head over and over again.

“Harry love, why don’t you take Y/N home? I think she’s just a bit overwhelmed...I can carry this on for now” Anne explains calmly, giving Harry a look as your breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

“But Mum, how are you going to get back?” He whispers.

“-I’ll drop her back” Jeff interrupts with a nod, Anne giving him a thankful smile.

Harry nods, apologising quietly as he says goodbye to Juliette and Kyle, helping you up from the table. You looked sadly to the small group, still trying to move your lips, but your ragged breath was making it hard to focus on anything else.

“..S...Ss-so...” You choke out, feeling pathetic, before rushing out quickly.

Harry getting you to the car luckily happened very quickly. You took a deep breath and felt the burning of Harry’s eyes on your tear-stained face. He had so many questions, his eyes filling with concern and he wished in that moment, more than ever, that he had the ability to read your mind.  

He wanted to ask you everything that was going through his mind, wondering how it was possible for you to have spiralled so quickly. But he knew better than to do that right now. He leant over and opened the glove box, fumbling around to get one of your fidget spinners out.  

You squeezed your eyes shut gently as Harry flicked on the radio, taking a calm and quiet ride home. If you watched the road, you’d be flinching at every car, tunnel or bridge you passed. You could already feel yourself spiralling and the last few days you had been keeping so much inside, that if someone squeezed you, you would sure blurt it all out. Overthinking so much, and letting your darkest thoughts eat you alive while sat in your dimly lit room while your Mum was out working.

Harry pulled up in the driveway, jumped out the car and opened her door slowly for her. “Let’s get you inside” He whispers gently. “How’s your head feeling?” He wasn’t angry. Never angry. Just concerned.

“S-sore” You whisper, almost silently. You tapped the car window twice with your knuckles before Harry took your wrist calmly and led you inside to the comfort of your home. He sat you comfortably on the sofa, gently untying your trainers and taking them off.  

You whimpered quietly, crescent nail indents sunken into the palms of your hand, and red smears of blood seeped into the hem of your jumper.  

“Shhhh” Harry whispers quietly, grazing his fingers over the palm of your hand and looking around to find your fluffy grey blanket.

“Upstairs...” You mumble, your fingers picking at the dry skin on your lips. He nods and picks your bag up before heading upstairs into your room and taking the grey blanket from your bed. The softness had always distracted your hands, and also helped to release the tension of your sore and rough hands.

He took your phone out of your bag too before hanging your bag on the back of your door, frowning as a small, round, white tablet fell out.  

He knew it.  

He had a gut feeling about this and now he had the proof. He knew this because when he was younger, he used to do the same thing when he didn’t want to take tablets for a cold.

He took a deep breath, and took your phone and blanket in one hand, clutching your tablet in the other hand. He handed you your phone and draped the blanket over your lap before going into the kitchen, getting you a glass of water and another tablet.

“Here, you need to take your medication” He whispers, handing you the pill as you look up at his nervously, placing the tablet under your tongue and nodding as you sip the water. You waited quietly for him to leave, but he stood with his arms crossed, not angry. Just firm.  

“Y/N...you need to swallow them” He whispers, placing the other tablet on the coffee table. Your eyes caved and you could sense the disappointment rifling through his body language. You felt the tears brim your eyes again. You couldn’t even move your jaw to speak.

“How long have you not been taking them?...Have you taken any?” He raises an eyebrow. You gave him a silent nod.  

“I-I...I have....was” You squeak out timidly.

“Y/N, you can’t just suddenly stop taking them, you know how dangerous that is! You know that doesn’t help you in any way and things just go bad again.” He shakes his head, he had always been very level headed and calm. He rarely spoke to you like this, he didn’t shout, he just raised his voice, but he needed to be tough. They all did, they couldn’t sugar coat it all forever.

You felt the most horrid feeling in the pit of your stomach, if they never found out, everything would be fine!

“I am getting better!!” You finally found your voice, tightening your fists around your blanket once again.

“Then what happened today Y/N?! What happened?” He knelt in front of you, his eyes portraying so many different emotions. But all you could think of was the D word. Disappointment. Again.

“I...I...You don’t understand Harry! Why can’t I just be normal?!” Your lungs screamed out finally, every built up feeling from the last week, releasing as sobs from your mouth. “I don’t want to do this anymore! I’m too tired!” You yell angrily. Within seconds, his eyes fell soft, tears brimming in his own eyes now and he instantly wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry...shhh it’s okay...it’s alright! I’m here” He whispers.

“You know we will always help you, but keeping this bottled up will never be good for you. You can’t just stop taking them, they’re going to help...they just take time darling. I think tomorrow we need to sit down with Mum... Why didn’t you talk to one of us?” He rocks you slowly.

“B-be...because y-you...y-you will...d-d..disap..p-pointed” Your trembling hands now clutching tightly at his chest and your breaths becoming trapped in your throat. Your dry throat felt like it was closing in on you as you tried to pinch Harry lightly.

You never pinched someone out of anger, or harm, or revenge. It was a communication technique, one that meant you couldn’t breathe and you were panicking. Pinching was also something that could easily be distinguished and never mistaken for anything else.

“Listen to me Y/N...I’m so proud of you, and you could never ever disappoint any of us.” He mumbles sadly, feeling a painful tug at his heart strings. Harry gently stroked your hair back with both hands, watching your chest struggle to function. It was such a painful thing for him to witness you this way. He wished he could take every ounce of terror away from you. So he sat down on the sofa, laid you gently down beside him and did the one thing he knew how to do. Sing...and also rub your back slowly.

“Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

And oh we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature We're running through the garden Oh, where nothing bothered us But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started Two hearts in one home I know, it's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started Just two hearts in one home It gets harder when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home You'll bring me home”

He sung quietly, and continued throughout, feeling your chest calm down and your heart rate relax. It didn’t always work, but he was so thankful that it did today. He would give it all for you to just have some peace.

“I know it’s scary...I just want to protect you, you’re my sister. Sometimes I wish I could see everything that goes on in that pretty little head Y/N...” He whispers, her head resting on his lap, the fairy lights twinkling above the fireplace and the TV on quietly in the background as you two sat in a finally comfortable silence.

You took a deep breath with a gentle sniffle. Your tear-stained cheeks raw and red and a subtle pounding in your head.  

“I don’t think you’d want to Harry...” You mumble tiredly.

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[chibipeachu]

Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame

Villain!Bruno X Reader

Chapter Eleven

In case you missed Chap ten

Blurb in-between 10-11

CHAPTER TWELVE OUT NOW!!

A/N: PLEASE AFTER YOUR DONE READING, PLEASE! PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR REACTIONS!!

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It had been about two weeks since pepa’s snow day. The madrigals had noticed Bruno and y/n had gotten a lot closer. He would now help out much more. He would even pull out y/n’s chair at the table. It was easy to say that y/n had softened up bruno.

Alma gave everyone their chores for the day. Felix, Augustin and y/n had gotten the chore to clean the house while the other madrigal’s had to go into town and help the townspeople.

“I’ll take pepa’s room to clean!” 

“I’m taking julieta’s room then!” agustin claimed.

“I’ll take Bruno's room then” the three of the madrigal’s look at each  “…whoever finishes cleaning their significant other's room last has to clean up isabela’s flower trail!” The trio looked over and saw a long trail of flowers starting from the front door all the way to the town.

“That’s not fair, my husband has sand everywhere in there. I'll be stuck cleaning for hours!” y/n sighed. “Then you better hurry and agree to this!” y/n laughed and nodded with augustin.

“DEAL!” augustin and y/n agreed as they all walked over to the doors that lead to the rooms.

“ALRIGHT, GO!” The trio all rushed into the rooms and started cleaning up.

“See you on the other side!” y/n heard felix yell from down the hall. She chuckled and got to cleaning Bruno's room.

Y/n was about to finish cleaning Bruno's room when she realized he left his vision cave door open. She sighed and walked over to shut the door, right as she went to shut the door y/n noticed a bright green tablet in the middle of the room. She hesitated and tried to shut the door but her skirt got stuck in the doorway.

She sighed and opened the door to get her skirt back. She accidentally fell into the room. She stood up and brushed off the sand she had on her.

The cave door had closed behind her. She imminently went to open it but it wouldn’t open. She sighed and leaned against the door. She noticed the bright tablet glowing almost drawing her in to look at it.

She walked over and picked it up and turned it around so she could see the vision.

The vision showed y/n in her wedding dress, standing next to bruno. Y/n dropped the tablet in shock. 

“He knew!” Y/n thought to herself.

Y/n managed to force the cave door open. Before leaving the cave she grabbed the vision and walked out of his tower. She looked around and saw the halls were empty. Looked like she finished cleaning first. Y/n looked down at the tablet and sighed before hiding it away under her pillow

It wasn’t after dinner when y/n had asked Bruno if she could speak to him alone. The pair walked to his room. Once in his room y/n walked over to her pillow and pulled out the vision. “You knew!” Bruno’s eyes widened as he realized what she held in her hand “y/n I can explain it!” y/n sighed and threw the vision on the bed “you knew we were supposed to get married! You knew and you still ignored me and were rude to me!” Bruno sighed and watched as y/n paced the room while talking.

“I was scared y/n!” y/n scoffed and looked at him. “And I wasn’t! This whole marriage I believed that we were in the same boat, experiencing marriage together but I guess I was wrong. Because you knew!” y/n walked over to him and pointed her finger into his chest.

“You knew this the whole time bruno!” Y/n felt her eyes get glossy. “I trusted you! I told you everything, and you promised that you didn’t have any secrets!” Bruno looked down at y/n who had mixed emotions of sadness and anger. “Y/n Listen, I was gonna tell you!” Y/n scoffed at him “Oh yeah when, on our deathbed Bruno?” he looked away from y/n who sighed and gathered her clothes and walked out of his tower. 

Y/n looked around the hall before walking down the stairs to leave casita. “Y/N! Where are you going?” Pepa called out for y/n as she walked out of the kitchen. “Pepa be honest please, did you know about his vision?” y/n asked which caused pepa to gain a rain cloud. That was y/n answer. She knew too.

Y/n sighed and walked out of casita, tears running down her face as she heard isabela and dolores trying to run after y/n but couldn’t due to being held back by their dads and casita. “TIA Y/N, COME BACK!” isabela yelled out from the doorway of casita. “Tia please!” Dolores had tears running down her little face. Y/n wiped her tears and kept walking to the bakery.

On her way to the bakery. y/n ran into dante who quickly noticed y/n crying. “Y/n! Wait up.” He ran over towards her. “What’s wrong?” y/n wiped her tears before talking. “It’s nothing dante, just let go to the bakery please!” y/n didn’t wait for him to move. She walked past and straight into the bakery.

“Sorry we’re closed!” Veronica said not looking up from the register “Y/n! What’s wrong!” Alejandro walked over to his younger sister. Hearing her sister’s name made Veronica lookup.

“Oh y/n, what’s wrong?” Veronica ran over and hugged y/n “I don’t want to talk about it..” Veronica led y/n to the backroom.

“Was it bruno?” y/n nodded and sighed “can I stay with you guys for a couple days please?” y/n asked. “Of course! Violet misses you a whole bunch!” Alejandro peeked his head in the backroom that made y/n laugh a bit.

After alejandro, veronica and y/n closed the bakery they all walked to their family home. “We’re home!” Veronica yelled out. Victor came out of his and Veronica's room carrying their three year old violet “look vi there’s your mama and tio..and your tia? y/n what are you doing here?” Victor asked, confused as to why his sister in law was there at their house.

“Y/n is gonna be staying with us for a bit.” Veronica told Victor as she took Violet from his arms.

Y/n smiled as violet reached over for her godmother. “Ok fine forget mama then” veronica playfully scoffed and handed y/n violet “tia y/n/n!” Violet wrapped her arms around y/n’s neck tightly “I missed you this much!” the three year old stretched her arms as wide as they could go.

“Well I missed you missy!” y/n hugged violet tighter.

Veronica followed y/n to her old room. “In the morning we should talk..ok y/n/n?” Veronica told her sister as y/n got ready for bed. “In the morning we’ll talk!” y/n nodded back.

“Okay well night, come on vi out of tia’s room!” Veronica rushed her toddler out the room. “Night night tia! Lub you!” she blew a kiss to y/n who laughed and acted like she caught it. “Okay goodnight both of you!” Veronica shut y/n’s door.

y/n looked over and saw stars out her window. She looked away, remembering the night she and Bruno watched the stars together. She sighed and laid down, facing away from the window.

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A/N: I’M SO SORRY! When everyone was saying how cute the previous two were I would let out an evil giggle cause I knew it was coming! Once again please give me feedback on this series! I hope you all have a nice day/night! I'm sorry once again!

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[helloalycia]

just a kid [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: you're a field medic at the Avengers Tower and get into an accident where you hurt your head. It was only supposed to be a mild concussion, yet things don't seem to be going right when you try to remember the accident.

warning/s: mentions of violent/dark scenes.

author's note: here’s the first of a little two-parter I worked on not long ago, hope you all like it!

part two | masterlist | wattpad

I woke up with heavy eyes and an aching head, momentarily dazed.

"Hey there, Doctor Y/L/N... can you hear me okay?"

Breathing deeply, I found the energy to clear my throat and scan the view above me. I was laying down on a bed, in a hospital room, I think. The lights were ever so bright and I now knew how annoying it felt to wake up like this as my patients had.

"What happened?" I asked, eyes roaming around until they settled on my doctor. "Doctor Maya? What am I–? Why am I here?"

I recognised Doctor Maya as a colleague of mine, though unlike me, she was a doctor who worked at the Avengers Tower whereas I worked as a field medic so was more on the move. The only reason I'd be here is if I was in an accident. Was I? I wasn't sure.

"Something happened when you were on your last mission," she explained gently. "I– hold on. I'm going to get Miss Maximoff, okay?"

"Wanda?" I asked, furrowing my brows and pinching them to relieve the stress in my head. "Where is she? Is she here?"

"She just nipped out," Doctor Maya said, before backing up. "One second, Y/N."

She left the room momentarily, leaving me to try and remember what had happened. I was on the quinjet and was getting briefed with my team. There were casualties that we had to get to and an agent– an agent I was helping, yes!

I groaned, clutching my head when I tried to remember. Deciding I shouldn't push myself so soon, I waited until the doctor returned with Wanda. Maybe they could tell me how I ended up here. I wasn't exactly injured, at least not physically and that I knew of. My head hurt and that was about it.

The door to my room opened suddenly and I looked that way, seeing Wanda rushing in wearing her civilian clothing. The doctor followed soon after, gently closing the door behind her.

"You're awake," Wanda said with relief, stopping by my bedside. Her hand rested on mine, squeezing it comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"

I smiled upon seeing her, even if she was staring at me like I was a fragile piece of glass. We'd been dating for a while now and she always had the power to make me feel better with her presence.

"I'm alright," I promised. "Just a bit confused to what happened. The last thing I remember is going into the field. Then I woke up here."

She chewed on her lower lip, exchanging unreadable glances with the doctor.

"There was a mine that detonated near you when you were helping an injured agent," Wanda explained softly, and I opened my mouth to speak, but she quickly added, "The agent is okay before you ask. But you hit your head from the impact. Mild concussion."

"That's why your head hurts and you're having trouble remembering," the doctor said, earning my attention. "You should be feeling better soon. And I've got some medication for the pain."

Now that Wanda mentioned it, I did vaguely recall being thrown back by a blast. But remembering it was like watching a film with poor satellite, the screen fuzzing around the edges and remaining unclear even though you focused hard. I was sure it would return to me soon.

"Thanks," I said, before attempting to sit up straight. Wanda helped me as I looked to her with gratitude before paying my attention back to Doctor Maya. "Am I alright to leave?"

"Of course, yeah," she said, nodding quickly. "Feel free to come back if you have any trouble. You should be okay though."

I nodded and smiled gratefully before watching her leave. Sighing, I pushed my hair from my face and looked to Wanda who was hanging by me patiently, eyes twinkling with concern.

"I'm fine," I promised her with a knowing look.

She gave me a small smile – her way of saying I'm still worried, but I'll dial it down – then moved to the chair beside the bed and grabbed some clothes.

"You can change into this," she said about the clothes in her hand, and I was sure they were some of hers; mine must have been ruined from the mine. "And if you want, you can stay with me whilst you recover."

I raised my eyebrows as I accepted the clothes. "You sure? It's nothing serious. I can take care of myself."

She shrugged, eyes avoiding mine with embarrassment as her hands played with mine. "I wanna help. I like looking after you... plus, you've stayed at mine before. This isn't any different. And you can be closer to Doctor Maya in case anything is wrong."

I weighed the decision briefly before giving in, unable to resist how cute she was when she was worried. "Okay, yeah, sure, why not?" She smiled widely, and I added, "Any excuse to cuddle with you, right?"

She chuckled. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Just let me get ready and we can head to your room. I'm actually a little tired."

She nodded and helped me up so I could get ready. I didn't think much of the whole thing, until later that night when I fell asleep beside Wanda.

My dreams never usually meant much. I wasn't one for reading into them, nor was I one to get seriously affected by 'nightmares', knowing they were usually a concoction of bad horror films and stupid ghost stories from my childhood.

But tonight was different.

It wasn't a dream and it wasn't a nightmare, but rather a memory that couldn't exist.

There was debris everywhere, a mixture of yellow rays blinding my sight with dark shadows looming over me. Destroyed buildings and scattered bodies – none were alive – surrounded me. The heat was too much, but I had a job. I knew I had a job, but I couldn't focus because of how fast my heart was racing, beating an incessant drum in my ears, and how rigid my body felt.

"Help!" a voice was shouting. A young girl, I think – she sounded like a kid. Who was it?

Before I could make sense of anything, I heard a loud noise, like an explosion, that sounded so close yet also extremely distant. Nonetheless, my eardrums weren't spared. The mine, maybe? Was this a memory? Was this how I got hurt?

I was thrown back, head hitting a wall, but I didn't pass out. There was a figure looming over me, short, like a child's shadow, but with no visible face or features. Nothing, actually, just a dark outline staring at me though I couldn't stare back because there was nothing to stare at.

The shouts for help returned, but it was distant like the explosion. I couldn't make sense of anything, and when I closed my eyes to blink, I opened them to find debris washing over me all over again, flying in the air along with my body. It had to be the explosion, my memory returning.

This time, when I hit the wall, I woke with a start. My eyes snapped open, taking in the dark room and nightly blue hue casting over the ceiling and walls. I swallowed hard, finding my breath, and raised my hand to gently massage my forehead. An aching pain was shooting all over, forcing me to sit up as slowly as I could as to not wake up Wanda, who appeared to be fast asleep beside me.

I checked the clock beside her bed and saw it was closing on half three in the morning. I went to bed around nine, which was also when I last had my medication. Doctor Maya said I could have it every five to seven hours and when I got a severe headache.

"I guess this counts...," I mumbled to myself, before grabbing the medication and bottle of water beside the clock.

I downed the two tablets within seconds before sitting upright for a few more minutes, needing a moment to myself before attempting to get back to sleep.

"Y/N...? Are you up?"

I winced at the sound of Wanda's groggy voice, immediately feeling bad for waking her. I turned around and saw her rubbing her eyes with one hand whilst blinking away her fatigue.

"Just have a headache, don't worry," I reassured quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "You can go back to sleep."

"Do you need me to get you anything?" she asked, finally able to keep her eyes open long enough to meet my gaze with her cloudy green ones.

I smiled through my exhaustion. "I'm okay, love. I've had some medicine."

"Well, I can get you something to–" she began, trying to make a move to sit up, but I pushed her back down gently.

"I'm okay," I repeated sternly, before slipping back into bed beside her. Wrapping an arm around her torso, I said, "Get back to sleep."

She nodded tiredly, getting comfortable and pulling me closer to her. I felt her arm wrap around me as I snuggled closer, relaxing in her embrace.

"Wake me if something is wrong," she mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you, too," I returned, kissing the closest thing to me which was her chest. "Goodnight."

Admittedly, it was still difficult for me to fall back asleep. It must have been no longer than ten minutes when I heard Wanda's breathing and felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath me – she'd fallen back asleep. I sighed, slightly jealous, but stayed close to her and tried not to think about my accident or my weird dream/nightmare. Eventually, slumber found me.

The next morning, I didn't exactly feel well-rested, but I didn't want to concern Wanda nor draw attention to it as I knew it was probably just a rough first night. Instead, I let myself get distracted with Wanda wanting to cook me breakfast.

I soon found myself in the kitchen, sitting at the island and watching Wanda cook some pancakes for us both with an endearing smile on my lips. She was still in her pyjamas like me, her red hair pulled into a messy ponytail as an afterthought, and she radiated beauty. Right there, I could only wish my future looked exactly like this.

My moment of admiration was interrupted when someone came into the kitchen, earning our attention. It was Sam, one of the Avengers and a colleague of Wanda's.

"Good morning, ladies," he greeted with a smile. Already dressed for the day ahead, he asked, "Do I smell pancakes?"

"They're for Y/N, so back off," Wanda said playfully, pointing her spatula at him threateningly.

He raised his hands with defeat as I chuckled.

"Relax, I've got a shake," he said, grabbing said protein shake from the fridge. "Enjoy your pancakes." He glanced to me, expression softening as he added, "And I hope you feel better, Y/N. I heard about your accident."

"Thank you, Sam," I said gratefully, noticing the way Wanda flinched at his words. "I'm already feeling better, so..."

"That's great," he said genuinely, before looking between us. "I'll catch you guys later."

We both waved our goodbyes to him as he left. I wanted to question what was up with Wanda just then, but as Sam left the kitchen, the door slammed shut and startled me more than I thought it would. The noise sounded so familiar, so loud, kind of like what I heard last night in my dream. It must have been the mine when it exploded, a ghost of a memory that was returning. But that didn't seem right. Why didn't that seem right?

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Wanda asked, and I looked up, only to notice she was now standing by my side and looking down at me with concern.

I licked my lips, nodding. "Yeah, sorry, I just... yeah. I'm fine."

Her eyes were swimming with doubt, but she chose to say nothing. Instead, to my relief, she pulled me close, giving me a quick hug which I appreciated. As my head rested against her chest, I tried to ignore the familiar striking pain travelling around my forehead.

—

It was two nights later when another strange dream plagued my sleep. Similar to last time, there was a strange combination of scenes that I was sure I remembered and scenes that made no sense. This time though, all that I could feel was a tenseness in my whole body, like I was in a frozen state and my mind and body couldn't communicate. I couldn't move, paralysed by... fear? Shock? Disbelief? I didn't know what it was, but I woke up in the same way.

I'd heard of sleep paralysis, even experienced it a few times without realising. I think this was one of those times, with my body frozen in bed beside Wanda, but I didn't know it at the time. It just felt like a horribly-real dream. The room was dark, the familiar, yet unsettling, nightly blue hue casting shadows on the wall. But on the ceiling, bright and terrifying scenes played out before me. An explosion. Debris. Screaming.

None of it made sense and all I could feel was shock, horrified at how I couldn't move a muscle even if I tried. I tilted my head, seeing the alarm clock glowing red in the dark, letting me know it was past midnight. To the left, I saw a sleeping Wanda, lost in her dreams and unable to help me. I wanted to get up, run my hands over my face, have some water, open a window, do something. But I couldn't move. All I could do was watch the nightmare dance across the ceiling as my heart struggled to beat regularly and my lungs struggled to get enough oxygen.

I didn't know how long I was stuck like that, tears brimming my eyes and body paralysed with fear. But it finally ended and I opened my eyes, only to find the ceiling blank and myself able to move. Reluctantly, I lifted my hand, wiping the tears from my cheeks. It was just a dream (or form of sleep paralysis in hindsight). It wasn't real. But God, it felt horribly terrifying.

Admittedly, I was scared to go back to sleep for fear it would occur again. So, my eyes stayed wide awake, burning with exhaustion, and I continued to stare at the shadows on the wall, feeling my heart pounding in my ears.

I must have fallen asleep again at some point, as I woke up the next morning to Wanda getting out of bed. Sitting up in bed, I looked around and found the fear of last night wearing off now that the room was bathed in the morning light. Still, I was more shaken than I thought.

Not wanting to draw attention to it though, I let the day go on as usual, deciding to appreciate the free time I had from work to spend with Wanda. We decided to go to the park for a walk – Wanda thought it would help get me out of the Tower and I was hoping the fresh air would give me some clarity and help me to recover.

Only, it did the opposite.

We were walking hand in hand, myself listening to Wanda as she chatted about something that happened in training. If I'm being honest, I wasn't really listening; my thoughts were preoccupied with the jumbled mess that was my mind. Glimpses of memories were dancing across my head, teasing me with elements of the truth I couldn't quite make out.

My eyes drifted around mindlessly, settling on a little girl playing by the swings with her parents. I didn't think much of it, but then the familiar shouts for help from my nightmare plagued my mind, making me flinch. The dark, looming shadow returned and I suddenly felt a headache coming on, the pressure against my brain making me nauseous.

I stopped abruptly, letting go of Wanda's hand. She stopped speaking, turning around and furrowing her brows with concern.

"Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" she asked, and I winced, clutching my head to relieve the pain.

The wave of nausea left after a moment, but the headache remained. I heard Wanda repeat my name quietly, sensing my discomfort.

"I think I need to see Doctor Maya again," I finally found my words.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, resting a hand on my cheek and tilting my head up to meet her eyes. "You can tell me."

Her eyes were reassuring, calming me in an instant. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn't want to burden her with my anxieties, so I offered her a small smile.

"I just don't think my recovery is as straightforward as I thought," I settled. "She may be able to help."

Wanda chewed her lower lip, nodding slowly. Thankfully, she didn't question me anymore. Instead, she took me back to the Tower to see Doctor Maya. I was grateful as she waited with me for her to be free, until I had to convince her I'd be okay going in myself.

"Are you sure? I don't mind," she said, exchanging looks with Doctor Maya, who looked away quickly.

I glanced between them, mildly confused, but nodded to Wanda. "I'd rather go alone, Wanda. I'll be okay."

She nodded, squeezed my hands comfortingly, then let me go. When I headed into Doctor Maya's office, she took a seat behind her desk and motioned for me to sit before her.

"You said this was urgent," she spoke first, after I took a seat opposite. "Is everything okay?"

I licked my lips, looking down at my hand as it scratched the arm of the chair nervously. "No... not really."

After a moment of hesitation and partial embarrassment, since I knew this was only supposed to be a mild concussion that felt like so much more, I explained everything that happened to Doctor Maya. The odd dreams/nightmares, the headaches, the overlapping memories and sleep paralysis. As hard as it was to relive, I told her everything in hopes she had an answer that maybe I hadn't realised.

When I finished speaking, she looked distracted with her own thoughts. I waited patiently, watching as she nodded to herself before looking to me calmly.

"It doesn't seem like anything to worry about, truthfully," she said, which I didn't expect. "You suffered a mild concussion, yes, but it must have rattled you more than we thought. The dreams and trouble sleeping are a result of your headaches and returning memories. You do remember what happened, right?"

I nodded, though something felt incorrect. "I think so, yes. I was helping an agent when a mine went off. I was thrown back, covered in debris. Hit my head."

She hummed. "Yes... and you're taking your medication?"

Another nod. "Of course. I just want to get better. The sooner I do, the sooner I can return to work."

"Then it seems that your only opponent is stress and impatience," she said simply. "You need to relax. Keep taking your meds. Try not to worry about returning to work just yet. Focus on getting better. I can prescribe you some sleeping pills if you think that will help."

Sighing disappointedly, I nodded. I was expecting more to be honest, possibly an explanation. Her words made sense logically, but it still didn't feel right. Nonetheless, I didn't want to hold her up any longer, so I let her prescribe me some more medication before leaving. Maybe I'd give relaxing a shot.

—

"It's a meatball."

I stifled a laugh as I studied the oddly shaped ball of meat in Wanda's hand. "Is it?"

She narrowed her eyes playfully. "It is otherwise you're making your own meal."

I laughed, pressing a haste kiss to her cheek. "Okay, okay, it's a meatball. Add it to the tray."

We were cooking spaghetti and meatballs for dinner about six days after my incident out in the field. I was still staying with Wanda at the Tower, and I was taking Doctor Maya's advice with my recovery. I didn't worry myself with returning to work which, admittedly, helped out, and the sleeping pills knocked me out long enough to get a good sleep. Though, sometimes the nightmares would still return. I didn't think about them too much though, not wanting them to hinder my recovery. Instead, I focused on getting better with my very supportive girlfriend by my side.

Wanda added the meatball to the baking tray, alongside the others, but as she reached to form another one from the bowl full of minced meat, she accidentally knocked it to the floor. The meat splattered across the tiles, making her gasp.

"Shit," she cursed, eyes widening slightly.

"Very clever," I teased with a smile.

"Let me just–"

"I got it," I cut her off, already bending to clear it up. "Just put the tray in the oven, yeah? Try not to drop it."

"Ha-ha, very funny."

I looked up in time to see her rolling her eyes playfully, but she grabbed the tray as I said.

I kneeled down, scooping the meat up and throwing it in the bowl, knowing it would have to go in the bin now. As I did, I realised how familiar the meat looked. Pink and flesh-like, covering my hands and sticking to me. Suddenly, my hands were shaking, the fleshy bits surrounded by blood, and I tried to blink away the sight, expecting to just see minced meat, but I couldn't. They were covered in what I somehow knew was the flesh of body parts.

Startled, I fell back onto my butt, my back hitting the drawer behind me and pulling me from my daydream. Wanda looked down at me with confusion, before sensing something was wrong and leaning down beside me. She rested a hand on my head, thumb stroking my forehead.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused eyes staring between me and my hands which were still shaking. She grabbed the tea towel from the counter above us before wiping my hands for me and holding them. "Y/N. This has happened a few times. Please tell me what happened."

I was still shaken, unsure why there was a discomfort in the pit of my stomach. I risked glancing at my hands, which were clean and no longer covered in human fle– I mean, meat.

"I don't know what's going on," I finally admitted to her, shaking my head. "It's like my thoughts aren't my own. I can't control them. I just keep seeing stuff that isn't real."

She frowned, eyes peering through mine patiently.

"I still can't remember what happened with the mine," I said, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. "It's like, I know what happened and I know it's real, but when I try to remember, it just doesn't happen quite right. The picture doesn't appear. And I don't know why."

She pressed her lips together, jaw clenching slightly. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but her eyes wouldn't meet mine.

"What did the doctor say?" she asked lowly.

I sighed, the discomfort still lining my stomach. "She thinks I just need time."

Wanda nodded, finally lifting her gaze. "Maybe she's right."

I knitted my brows together with frustration, nudging her away and standing up. "I don't need time! I'm a doctor, too. I know it shouldn't take this long. It was a mild concussion. I've treated hundreds of those."

"Y/N–"

"Just forget it," I said with exasperation, pulling away from her as she tried to reach out again. I knew it was uncalled for, taking it out on her for no reason, but I was too frustrated with the situation to care. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk."

She sighed from behind me, running a hand through her hair. I left her in the kitchen, suddenly not in the mood to eat. Clearly all of Doctor Maya's advice wasn't working – what I was experiencing wasn't normal. I needed to see her again.

So, after cleaning my hands properly and having a walk around the Tower to clear my head (as expected, it didn't work), I headed to Doctor Maya's office, hoping she was still in work today. To my surprise, when I reached her office, I saw her door was slightly ajar and she was already speaking to someone. My intention wasn't to eavesdrop, but when I heard my name said in a hushed whisper from a familiar voice, I knew I had to stay.

"...can't say anything," Wanda finished. "She'll get better."

Doctor Maya sounded frustrated. "It's not right, Miss Maximoff. This is against everything I stand for. Against everything Y/N stands for, too, I'm sure."

"This is for her benefit," Wanda snapped, before taking a deep breath. "Look, she can't handle the truth. It'll break her... I haven't worked out the kinks, but it'll be okay. She'll get better."

What the hell were they talking about? What truth could I not handle? Wanda and the doctor were in on something together, something they didn't want me to know... and it was something to do with why I was feeling like how I was. I knew I wasn't going insane – something was wrong!

I left them to it with plans of seeing the doctor afterwards, not wanting to get caught, and tried to wrap my head around the fact that Wanda had been keeping something from me this whole time. How could she? I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but I thought that we could trust each other.

What was she hiding?

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[honeyhan-123]

A Slice of Heaven ~ Part One

Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.

Warnings: masterbation, camgirl, mention of anal.

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This can be read as a standalone and has very little - if any - darkness to it. However, Jensen will start to turn dark in the later parts. 

Also this is my first time writing for Jensen so I hope you enjoy!

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It all started with a crass joke made by Cougar. Like most of his jokes, Jensen was there but of it. He was used to it by now but something about the way Cougar patronised him about how he wouldn’t understand because of his inability to make a woman look his way just got under his skin. 

Even as Jensen made his way home later that night he was still seething. His anger wasn’t directed at Cougar but at women in general. Why didn’t they pay him any attention? He was just as fit as Cougar, just as smart as him too, probably more so given everything he could do with a computer, but women still ignored him.

He was too potent up to eat so instead Jensen logged onto his laptop and opened up a private browser. He hardly had to type in the first word before google knew what he wanted, offering up the direct link. He was greeted with a black screen and bold red words slowly started to appear. Hot single and lonely.

Jensen pulled his laptop to the edge of his desk and reached into the draw, searching for the secret little satin bag with one hand while his other scrolled down the website. He wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for tonight but he was having fun looking at all the choices. He was tossing up between a best friend threesome and a horny stepmom when a little notification along the top left of the screen caught his eye. 

Melody Meringue is about to go live. Click here to join. 

Jensen had never really been one for cam girls, he preferred to be able to to skip to the good parts but there was something about the little miniature image of you. There you were kneeling on your bed, a white babydoll covering your sensuous curves, and a golden mask covering the top half of your face. He couldn’t help but click on the link. 

It was free to join so Jensen figured you must be pretty new to the scene. You mustn't have amassed enough followers yet for them to charge a joining fee. 

You hadn’t started the session yet so while Jensen was waiting for it to begin he headed to the kitchen, his little satin bag in hand. He still had enough time to boil some water before you were meant to start, plus Jensen figured you wouldn’t get to the good stuff for a while, wanting to go through as many pay barriers as possible. 

When the water started to bubble over, Jensen opened up his most recent purchase. It was pitiful that he had had to stoop so low, relying on a flashlight to keep him company. Maybe if women weren’t so shallow and vapid, he’d have a real pussy to fuck. 

By the time his toy had warmed up enough and was once again sitting in front of his screen, you were ready to start. 

‘Well, it looks like I have a nice big turnout tonight. Thank you all so much, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.’ Jensen swallowed thickly. Your voice was so perfect, so sweet and innocent. He could already tell a girl like you didn’t belong on a seedy website like this. 

‘To any newcomers, I’m Melody Meringue and here’s how this is going to work. I’m here to please you, to make sure you have a good time and the best way to ensure that is to click on the little dollar sign down the bottom. There’ll be a list of actions I can perform for you, each with a different amount attached. However if there’s anything you’d like to see that isn’t listed just send me a message and I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something.’ 

All of that seemed fairly standard to Jensen, despite never having seen a show like this before and he was surprised by how many messages there were already. They ranged from ‘c’mon Melody. Let Daddy see those gorgeous tits’ all the way to much more crude messages ‘I want to see that big purple dildo up your ass this time’. A wave of heat flushed through Jensen as he read that last message. He could barely imagine a sweet thing like you taking something up the ass but god, did he want to see it. 

With one hand Jensen fumbled with his best while his other filled the fleshlight with lube. He was already straining against his pants and he was desperate to get off with you.

He watched with eager eyes as your hands travelled up your luscious body and squeezed your tits together, letting the flesh pop out over the top. How he wanted to bury his face on your chest, kissing and nuzzling the tender skin there. Or slide his cock between your tits, coating them in his essence. 

Jensen had no idea how long he had been watching but you’d discarded the chiffon babydoll and bra you had one underneath when the first paywall came up. It was only $5 to keep on going and Jensen was definitely hooked enough to keep on watching. Plus his dick was now aching from how hard he was. 

He was brought back to your image as you knelt on the bed, your hands dancing along your nearly naked body. The lighting had changed slightly, becoming slightly darker and more sensual as you prepared to go further into your show. After about a minute of you teasing the audience, waiting for everyone to join back in. ‘It’s so lovely to see so many of you interested in little ol’ me. Well… really I guess you’re actually more interested in this pretty little pussy aren’t you?’ You gripped your cunt over the thin material of your panties and slowly gyrated your hips as you rubbed yourself. ‘Don’t you worry Baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.’ 

Jensen let out a soft gasp as you barred yourself to the camera. He definitely had to admit you really did have a very pretty little pussy. Even from the angle of the camera he could see your slick as it dripped out onto your thighs. His cock was pulsing against his stomach, firm and flushed with precum dribbling down from the tip. He was so hard he couldn’t bear being untouched anymore so he gingerly eased himself into the little hole of his fleshlight, wishing it was you. 

He was so sensitive and the warmed silicone was almost too much as it contracted, pulling him in even further. His eyes were glued to you as you moved on the bed, leaning back so that the camera had a clear shot of your fingers swirling around in your slick, rubbing your precious little clit as you let out moan after moan and Jensen turning his volume up to the max, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from you. 

Jensen had never felt this desperate to cum. He was so close to typing a message to you, begging you to cum for him so he could too. He refused to do it before he got to see the pleasure course its way over your body, but the familiar tightening in his gut had a different idea in mind. 

He watched enamoured as you slipped one finger into your wet hole, and then another one, scissoring them together while your palm brushed against your clit. You were a heavenly sight as you fingered yourself harder and faster and Jensen was right on the edge about to let his own release overpower him. He was so freaking close, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the toy desperately but suddenly, your image was gone. 

And just like that, so was Jensen’s orgasm. 

He huffed as he approved the next paywall. It was slightly more expensive than the first but Jensen didn’t even pay attention to the price, he needed to see you again too badly. 

When the stream resumed you were once again kneeling on the bed, this time with a cute little rabbit in your hands. You were lathering it up with lube, pumping it generously and Jensen twitched in excitement. He wanted to see your perfectly manicured hand wrapped around him. 

You pouted towards the camera as you continued your work, pushing out your plump lips. ‘I wish you were here so I could have your cock but instead I guess I’ll have to settle for this one.’ Jensen could hear the faint squelch when you sank down onto the bulbous tip.  Only the small flared base poked out and you smiled rakishly at the camera. 

‘Tell me Baby. Do you wanna see me fuck myself like this or are you gonna let me turn on the vibrations?’ Jensen eagerly reached for the keyboard, typing his first message of the night. 

Of course you can Honey. I wanna see you come apart for me.

He hit send before he could see anyone else's messages. He wanted to pretend it was only you and him in this show. 

You must have read his message on your small tablet because a smile lit up your features. ‘Thank you Baby. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. I’m already so close.’ 

The soft hum of vibrations echoed through Jensen’s speakers and even louder were your moans as they fell from your lips. Jensen slid the fleshlight over his cock in time with your bounces and if he squinted he could almost pretend you were right there in front of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. H

He could tell you were close as you reached up to grasp your tits. ‘I’m gonna… please. Please let me cum Baby. God I need to. Please!’ You begged the camera and a string of approval filled the chat. ‘Thank you Baby. I -’ your sentence broke off half way through as your orgasm washed over you. Jensen could see your muscles tense and convulse as the pleasure rushed its way through you and he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His breath came in spurts as he filled the toy with his seed. 

You stuck around a little longer, thanking your patrons and reminding them of your times and Jensen made a little mental note, promising that he wouldn’t miss any of them. 

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[monsterenergysimp]

Forgetful

Or, the four times you flirted with corpse and the one time he flirted back

corpse husband x fem! reader // coffee shop au

summary: you work at a café and get a new regular

request: okay i have a request could you please write about corpse and a fem! reader and she works at a coffee shop and she always writes something cute on his cup and he eventually asks her out or something like that! also i love your writing!! ❤️❤️

warnings: cursing like once or twice 

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notes: This is proof read but I could have missed some stuff. I’m back from my tiny and unofficial hiatus and I’m gonna start writing again. I just had a ton of school stuff on my plate but I’m back and gonna be writing more. I have some great requests I wanna get through. Thank you for your request and your kind words nonnie I really hope you like it. I hope everuone enjoys :) 

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“That’ll be $3.45,” you said smiling as you handed the customer their tea. It was dark and the café was closing in about 15 minutes. You were ready to go home and relax after such a stressful day of school and work. You leaned over the counter and twisted the rings on your finger. You heard the door open and you looked up. A guy wearing all black, and a mask walked in. You stood up and got ready to take his order.  

“Welcome, how can I help you?” You asked with your customer service voice once he reached the counter. “Can I have a small hot chocolate and uh- that sandwich please?” He said in an incredibly deep voice while pointing to a sandwich behind you. You nodded and rang him up. You picked up the small cup and your marker. “Your name please.”

“Uh... Corpse,” he said. You looked at him for a second to make sure he was serious and wrote the name down. You decided to draw a little smile on the cup. You got the milk and put it in the kettle. As you waited for the milk to get to the right temperature you looked over at him.

“You have nice hair,” you blurted, catching the mysterious man off guard. “Thank you.”

You finished making his hot chocolate and placed the lid on the cup. You walked back to the counter and handed him the cup. As you did so your fingers grazed his and you looked into his eyes. “Thank you for comi- oh my god your sandwich I’m so sorry I almost forgot!”

You rushed to the small refrigerator behind you and grabbed the sandwich he was referring to earlier. You walked back and handed it to him. “I’m sorry about that, I promise I won’t forget next time,” you told him and smiled at him genuinely, not your customer service smile.

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It was near closing time and you were wiping down tables in the café. You had to get to your apartment and finish an essay but after that, you didn’t have much to do. You heard the front door open and looked up to see the same guy from last time walk in. This is the second day in a row he comes right before closing. You racked your brain trying to remember his name, but you knew it was him.

You walked over to the counter and got ready to take his order. “Same as last time?” You asked him. He looked taken aback by the fact you remembered him. “Can I have a croissant this time instead?” He asked and you nodded. You rang him up and took one of the last three croissants out of the display. You put it in one of the paper bags and placed it on the counter. You went to work on his hot chocolate. You picked up the cup and your marker. What was his name?

The milk finished warming and you finished making the hot chocolate. He was the only person here; you could very well leave the cup blank. There would be zero repercussions but you’ve been doing this job for so long leaving a cup blank felt wrong.  

Instead, you scribbled the word sunshine on the cup and filled it with the chocolate. Remembering what happened last time you placed the cup on the table and smiled at him. “There you go. Thank you for coming.”  

“Thank you.” He picked up the cup and began to walk out of the café. You waited for him to leave before you began to wipe down the tables again. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at you. He held his cup up to show you the writing and you felt your face heat up a bit. You just smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Even through his mask, you could tell he was smiling from the way his eyes crinkled. He turned around, walked out of the café, and you began to wipe down the counter.

“Corpse! His name is Corpse!”

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You were sitting at one of the tables, you should have been wiping down, scrolling through social media. You heard the door open and looked up. Corpse walked in. You smiled at him and walked behind the counter. “Are you starting to become one of my regulars; same as usual?” you asked him.

He chuckled and looked through the display at all the pastries. “Yeah, thanks. I tried stopping by yesterday but you weren’t here.”

“I don’t work Thursdays. And on Fridays, I open shop instead of close.”

“Guess I’ll never see you on Fridays.”

“There are ways to work around that.” You wrote his name with a small heart and poured the chocolate into the small cup and handed it to him. He inspected the cup and looked up at you.

“You remembered my name this time,” he said and chuckled. “Do you smell something burning?”

You sniffed the air and looked over to where you prepared his hot chocolate. “Ah shit, the kettle!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat at one of the tables waiting for Corpse to walk in any minute. He’s been showing up consistently for the past week. You tied your hair back and made yourself a cup of tea. You enjoyed your tea and once you finished the door opened. Corpse walked in and you smiled at him. “If it isn’t my favorite customer,” you said as you prepared his hot chocolate.

“How was your day?” He asked when he reached the counter.

“Uneventful. Just some school, now work.” You walked back to the counter and leaned over, resting on your elbows. “But you walking in definitely made it a lot better.”

“Me buying hot chocolate made your day better?”

“You don’t even need to buy the chocolate, you just need to show up.” You smiled up at him and went to finish making his hot chocolate. You picked up the cup and wrote “my sunshine corpse :)” on the side. You placed the hot chocolate on the counter. He saw what you wrote and chuckled at it. “And to prove my point your hot chocolate will be on the house. And the last croissant!”

“Did you forget you don’t own the place, you don’t have the right to do that!” He said giggling.

“See that’s where you’re wrong pretty boy; from the hours of 8 to 9 pm I’m here alone and that makes me the queen of the coffee shop.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You prepared the hot chocolate for Corpse so when he came in it was ready to go. You put the milk in the kettle and cut up the chocolate tablet. The door opened, you looked back and saw Corpse walking in. “Are you making my hot chocolate already?” He asked as he approached the counter.

“Thought I’d get a head start,” you said and continued what you were doing. “Don’t want to keep you waiting too long.”

“I’m fine staying here forever as long as I’m with you.” Your face started heating up and you giggled nervously. You picked up a small cup and thought about what you could write on it. You decided to just write his name and draw a smile on his cup. You filled it and held it out for him to take. Your fingers grazed like the first time you gave him his hot chocolate. “You told me you don’t work the closing shift on Fridays, right?” You nodded. “Wanna see each other on Friday night, and y’know work around that.”

You picked up your marker and a small cup and scribbled on it. “Here’s my number, so you don’t forget.”

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[ooffies]

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Anon asked: hi!! this is my first time doing an ask- i LOVE youre writing sm and i enjoy everything you make ^^ so i was wondering if you could do hcs for Izuku, Bakugo, Tamaki, and Shigaraki with an s/o who does digital art, but they're kinda self conscious about it cuz they think their art is bad- And like- the characters didnt realize how good their s/o is until they look at an art piece that was left on the screen of the s/o's tablet/computer while they were away from it and are just FUCKING AMAZED- and are just "Why didn't you tell me you were this good-" and maybe even request a piece from them-

Hopefully that made sense- if you dont have time to do it or anything, thats absolutely fine! Anyway- i hope you have a great day/night! Stay hydrated <3

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Izuku, Bakugou, Tamaki, Tomura x gn!reader (separate)

A/n: Ahhhh thank you so much anon that's so sweet of you to say! This is my first time writing for bnha so it might not be great but I still hope you like it! :)

A special thanks to @raes-ramblings for editing this!

❁Izuku❁

Izuku was already aware that you liked drawing

Sometimes you’d show him a quick sketch or two

He’d still encourage you and be your #1 supporter when it comes your art, even though he’s barely seen it

It happened on regular day, classes were over and all the students were settling down and relaxing

You had asked Izuku to go grab your sweater from your room because you were to lazy to get up from the comfortable and very cozy couch in the commons

Once he finished rummaging through your closet  and was about to head out he noticed you left your computer on so he went to turn it off for you

Once he saw your art on the screen his eyes went as wide as saucers do to shock and awe

He was absolutely enticed by the art on the screen

Runs down the common room to gush to you about how amazing he thinks your art is.

He still is very much your #1 supporter and will always shower you with compliments 

❁Bakugou❁

He definitely knew you drew but that’s all he really knows since you never do it in front of him or show him your art

He doesn’t ask about it either because once again he barely knows about it

It was a Friday evening when it happened

You were in your dorm peacefully drawing as you listened to music/podcast or watching a video/show/movie

Without a warning (or even a knock) your door burst open, almost breaking off the hinges

There stood in the doorway was the culprit of your almost broken door, looking at the your poor door and checking to see if broke (because he didn’t want to face the wrath of Aizawa)

He began to stomp towards you but stopped in tracks once he saw your computer screen

He looked at it for a few seconds, his eyes squinting a bit as he was processing the beautiful drawing on the screen

“HUH YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT DRAWING!?!?!”

“WHAT DO YOU “ACTUALLY GOOD” WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME!?!”

“WELL YOU NEVER SHOWED OR TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR DRAWINGS SO I LOWKEY ASSUMED YOU SUC- *AHEM* WEREN'T GOOD AT IT”

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI I’M GONNA PUNCH THE YOUR FACE IN”

After a few minutes of silly arguing and someone down the hall yelling shut up, he began throw out the compliments and praise

He may not be a super vocal supporter like Izuku but he still is your #1 support 

He’ll just chill with you while you draw, you two just vibe together 

He will always ask to see your new art no matter what, he’ll even ask if you ever finished that piece, ect.

❁Tamaki❁

He definitely knew that you drew but didn’t say/ask much since he knew you are self conscious about 

He definitely still supports you saying even though he’s never seen it he sure it’s gorgeous 

It happened very casually compared to the others

It was just a regular day and you two were chilling in your dorm room. You decided to watch some youtube and you pulled out your computer.

Little did you know, you had your program open.

You panicked and moved to slam your laptop shut, but before you could he grabbed your hand gently

“W-wait, that was so cool! I didn’t know you could draw like that!!” 

You started to blush and stutter and he started to do the same after his sudden burst of confidence came to an end 

You both started laughing in the amidst the embarrassment 

After that he became someone you were very comfortable sharing your art with

He also starts to ask you about it and what you’ve been working on

You two will hangout in you're room and relax together while you draw

❁Tomura❁

Didn’t know that you can draw at all

So you’d often go draw in your room for hours on end he got a bit annoyed

He didn’t know what you were doing in there and it bothered him

You could be taking an insane amount of naps, you could be taking a super long bath, you could be playing video games,...... you…… you could be cheating on him……..?

He got up and began rushing to your room, his mind still wondering down the cheating rabbit hole

He slams the door open causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream and throw you pen across the room

“OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU THAT ARE YOU OKAY?” you asked, you throat still recovering from your scream

He looked at the pen on the ground to the computer screen then to the pen again

You got up from your seat and walkover to him, placing your hand on his arm and rubbing it soothingly

“Tomura babe what’s wrong you’re worrying me” 

“Oh you were just drawing” he said slowly wrapping his arms around you

“Oh y-yeah I was ahaha…..” you said with a nervous chuckle cause it just hit you that he SAW your art

“It’s really good”

He supports your art and always compliments you whenever you show him a new piece, he’s someone you’ve become comfortable sharing your art with

He was also super excited when he saw your artist glove (if you have one) because it looked like his quirk cancelling glove. He’ll hold up one of his hands to yours and say “Look we’re matching” with big, stupid, goofy grin 

But you never truly learned what was bothering him that day and it still kinda bugs ya

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[tracybirds]

Paper Dreams

John receives a prestigious invite and he’s not sure how to respond.

Many thanks to @gumnut-logic for the encouragement because I am nerves!!

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The crisp white envelope was heavy in his hands as he hurried from the room. Paper was a formality, a mark of distinction that would surely draw his brothers’ unwanted attention. Letters didn’t just arrive unannounced in this era of high-speed data connections and quantum supercomputers. In fact, they didn’t arrive at all.

So, John was more than a little apprehensive when Grandma Tracy silently handed him the sealed envelope and walked away.

It took only a few short minutes to read through the contents and he sat back against the window in his room, the words whirling in his mind.

Mars Colonisation Project. Distinguished candidate. Invited to apply.

An opportunity of a lifetime.

A way to prove for once and for all that he was more than his father’s famous name.

John clutched at the letter, the paper crinkling in his grasp. He mouthed the words as he read them, over and over.

He looked up at the sound of a loud yell calling his name, hurriedly shoving the letter into the envelope and dropping it at his side. Snatching up a nearby tablet, his flushed ears were the only hint of the letter that remained when Gordon shoved open the door.

“John, dinner, hurry up.”

His brother tore out of the room before he could respond.

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John slipped into his seat, mouthing an apology to Grandma Tracy as he did.

“Finally!” cried Alan. He wriggled back in his seat, staring hopefully at the food. “Grandma said we had to wait for you, you took forever!”

“Is Dad not eating?” asked Virgil. “I heard him come in.”

“He’s taking it in the study tonight,” said Grandma Tracy, shaking her head slightly. “Brains dropped by and they’re holing up together on that project of theirs.”

John glanced over at the conspicuously empty seat at the head of table. They all knew what ‘that project’ meant.

In the heady rush of excitement, he’d all but forgotten the silent expectation that accompanied his studies and extra-curriculars for the past five years. A pet project alone wouldn’t have been enough to deter him from his own ambitions, but the Thunderbirds, they offered something different, something more than the office politics of academia, squabbling over research grants.

He’d never known anything that could compete.

Until now.

“Hey,” said Virgil in a low tone, nudging him from his thoughts. “You okay?”

John pulled himself back into the present with a slight grimace.

“Fine. Just thinking about an assignment.”

Virgil nodded slowly, looking him up and down with a critical eye.

“Are you going to eat anything, or just push it around?”

John automatically lifted his fork, blinking as the peas fell back to the plate and landed in a pile of mushy, grey potatoes.

“Actually, I’m not that hungry.”

“Can I have yours?” asked Alan, already reaching over to grab at his plate.

“Not hungry, John?” asked Grandma Tracy. “You’re not coming down with something, are you?”

She examined the pinched look in his face and the nervous twist of one hand inside the other.

“No,” said John, wishing he hadn’t said anything. The last thing he wanted was any level of scrutiny. “I’m fine, Grandma, honest.”

He let Alan scrape his leftovers from his plate, realising with a pang than he’d had another growth spurt over the previous semester at his boarding school.

If he left for Mars, he’d return to a brother he’d hardly recognise.

Colonisation was a long-term project, the result of years in planning and decades of dreams. Countless people would put their life’s work into its development and they had every right to expect the same of their astronauts. The application process alone was heavily involved and would severely limit time with his family, to say nothing of the many years ahead for him on Mars if he made it all the way into space. He’d be travelling millions of miles from home, only to find himself living with a group of strangers that he couldn’t escape without logging an external environment report.

He didn’t even like sharing a bathroom at the university housing that much.

Still the piece of paper called to him.

“Can I be excused?”

Grandma Tracy nodded and he hurried from the room, not noticing her troubled look.

The warmth of the room followed him into the hallway and he shut the door firmly behind him. He thrust his hand into his pocket, searching for the reassuring touch of cool paper.

It was real.

It was real and if he let the opportunity pass by, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

Or he might be wasting his time, pinning his hopes on something that would only serve to distract him in the long run. He could only imagine what Scott would say, who’d never once taken his eye off a prize once he’d decided to aim for it.

He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what he wanted, and found himself climbing into the cramped space under the roof that had generously called a playroom, then a study, then an attic.

He blinked as the bare bulb overhead lit the small room, filling it with old memories and dust.

His first telescope was still standing in the corner, pointing high in the sky and he lifted the edge of his T-shirt to wipe the dust away. Surrounding it, lay stacks of books that his mom had picked up from the local thrift store, that Mrs Delaney, the owner, put them aside just for him.

John walked carefully among them, tugging the small window open and staring out into the night. The stars shone bright in the clear, crisp air.

Crouching down, he peered through the eye piece, adjusting the focus with a practiced hand. The little reflector was nothing like the giant telescopes available at the college department, and he had to hold his breath to stop the stand from wobbling. But the universe was still out there, the same as it was when he was a kid, still holding an infinite number of mysteries despite the years he had spent uncovering the rules that held it together.

He looked up, eyes darting through the familiar patterns, searching for the anomaly he knew was wandering between Gemini and Taurus.

And there it was.

Mars.

A planet with so much to offer the world they lived on. Where he could work with a team of people who loved space just like him, where he could devote his life to researching astronomy from a new perspective and developing technology for interplanetary life for generations to come.

Where he could leave his mark alongside all the heroes of his childhood. Alongside his dad.

“After all, why shouldn’t I go?” he said, scowling up at Mars.

“Go where?”

John spun around with a start.

“Kayo! When did you get in?”

She shrugged, propping up her head with her hand.

“Long enough to see you come up here,” she said. “I waited for you, but then Mrs Tracy said you hadn’t eaten. Figured something was wrong.”

She looked him up and down with a piercing eye. John tried not to squirm. He’d always felt Kayo had something of a sixth sense when it came to knowing things that should have been a secret.

“Seems like I was right,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything’s fine.”

“Then where are you planning on going?”

“Nowhere. I don’t think, that is…”

He flopped down and tilted his head back with a huff.

“Not right now, at any rate.”

Kayo pulled herself up onto the floor and drew the ladder upwards.

Neither spoke as the trapdoor shut with a small ‘click’.

The dust swirled in the air, dancing in the shafts of light above them.

“Is it a graduate program?”

“No.”

“An international program?”

“No.”

“A long-term space colonisation program for specially selected candidates who have already proven themselves in the fields of communications, astrophysics and astrotechnology?”

John stared at her.

She shrugged.

“It’s my job to know.”

“So, why even ask?”

“I’m trying to get you to lower your guard.”

She smiled at the dumbfounded look on his face.

“You’ve met Brains, right? He’s got some server tracker that flags your name. They asked your advisor for academic and personal references months ago.”

“Oh God,” said John, dropping his head in his ands and staring wildly at the floor. “Does Dad already know?”

Kayo shook her head.

“Dad and I do. Security details and all. But we don’t tell him that kind of stuff, you know, he’s not spying on you.”

“You’re right, that’s a real comfort,” said John, drily.

Kayo tossed her head.

“I’m just saying.”

Her eyes softened as she watched him draw his knees close to his chest.

“He doesn’t know.” She hesitated, still watching him. “Would it be all that bad if he did though?”

John huffed a little, still staring at his knees.

“International Rescue’s all we’ve ever talked about,” he said. “I didn’t think there’d be anything else I wanted. What if I let him down?”

“He’s already proud of you, John.”

“But we’ve been working towards it for so long now. This would change everything. Delay the full scope of the project for months, or years even.”

Kayo snorted.

“You really think Jeff Tracy, resident billionaire and with access to the best tech in the world, wouldn’t be able to find another genius astrotechnician and communication expert?”

John shot her a withering look.

“Okay, so maybe he’d have to find two super geniuses.”

She easily dodged the picture book he threw in her direction.

“Leave off,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Kayo spotted the slight smile though, and grinned broadly in return.

“Can I?” she asked, nodding at the space between him and the wall.

John nodded and shuffled over as best he could, trying not to topple the book stacks around them.

Kayo wriggled into the gap, and John paid her no mind.

He hadn’t thought of who would take his place because, of course, someone must. He’d been preparing for an International Rescue without him, one where his family diverted communications for a few years and focused their efforts on establishing themselves on land and sea until Alan stepped into his role on Thunderbird Five.

He hadn’t imagined an International Rescue where he wasn’t even needed.

Kayo seemed to sense the turn in his thoughts, nudging him gently to pull him from them.

“He wouldn’t trust them half as much as you, you know.”

John shrugged.

“I don’t want to disappoint him,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “But I don’t want that to be the only reason I don’t go.”

He took a deep breath, and glanced back up at the slowly setting planet.

“And I want to go,” he admitted. “I do. I need to tell him.”

Kayo nodded, a sad look in her eyes. They sat in silence together, lost in their own thoughts. The bustle of the house downstairs filtered upwards. Muffled bangs and indistinct shouts of Gordon and Alan playing some ridiculous game, loud music from Virgil’s room – the kind he put on to drown out any interruption to his painting. Grandma Tracy seemed to be having some kind of one-sided conversation with herself, until John remembered, with a pang, that it was Saturday morning out in Guam and she was likely speaking to Scott at that very moment.

Kayo sighed and dropped her head on John’s shoulder.

“I’d miss you though.”

John swallowed carefully past the sudden lump in his throat.

“I’d miss you too.”

*                      *                      *

John was too old to be summoned to his father’s study, but somehow deliberately interrupting him felt worse. Nausea sat like a rock in his stomach, his voice box left in tatters as he knocked on the solid oak door.

“Who is it?”

He couldn’t reply.

His eyes flitted across the family photos that littered the hallway, landing finally on the image of his father and crewmates waving to the masses as they entered the Herschel-VI.

The photograph didn’t show the way his father was blind to the crowd, his farewell only for the woman who stood half a mile from the launchpad, proud, so proud, and sick with worry too. She held tight to her eldest son with one hand, and rested her other on the stroller she was rocking back and forth. She didn’t see the way he had wriggled out of his restraints nor how he was preparing to drop to the ground and run away, already intent on chasing after his father at three years old.

Jeff Tracy, first man on Mars, opened the door with a frown and a touch of impatience, and John knew there would be no escape this time.

“John.”

“Dad.”

His throat closed around his words and his hand closed around the letter in a fist.

Jeff looked down at the sound, and looked back at John, an assessing look in his eye. He stepped back wordlessly and John entered the severe room.

“What’s happened, son?” he asked, holding his hand out for the letter.

He smoothed down the crumpled edges as he read, his eyes leaping from phrase to phrase on the page.

“Well, it seems congratulations are in order. I assume you intend to accept?”

The knot in John’s chest loosened and he collapsed into the chair opposite Jeff.

“I intend to apply,” he corrected, staring down at the desk between them.

“John, they don’t reach out like this unless they want you onboard. They intend you to be on that shuttle, regardless of the formalities the bureaucrats put in place.”

“Yeah.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the blueprints, Brains’ small, neat handwriting annotating each design and his father’s looping comments scrawled liberally across them.

Jeff followed his line of sight and smiled.

“Five won’t be operational for a few more years, you know that. Don’t let her be what holds you back.”

“But this was always it, this is why I’m getting space rated. And the satellite network still needs to be launched, and the orbital mechanics calculated.”

“An opportunity like this doesn’t come your way twice, son.”

John stopped.

“You think I should accept. If they say yes.”

“Don’t you?”

There it was. His father’s blessing laid out in front of him, just waiting to be taken up like a pennant.

Everything they’d worked for, everything they’d sacrificed, gone. In its place, a single shining achievement, a global community on their sister planet. The first of its kind.

It had been a long time since John had allowed himself to dream his own dreams.

“Alright,” he said, a giddy rush spinning his head so that he hardly knew what he was saying. “I’m gonna do it.”

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“just a drawing” | sero h.

♔ -  Running an NSFW art patreon, the reader has lost their motivation. Maybe Sero can help them find their inspiration, or be it. {wc: 1870} pairings -  sero hanta x reader tags -  SUGGESTIVE ONESHOT, mentions of sex, nothing explicit but be warned, fluffy bf sero, like I want boyfriend sero, pls, gimme a/n - thank you for requesting this, I had a really fun time writing it, and even though it took a while to put out I hope you enjoy it :) masterlist ▬ WARNING: SLIGHT NSFW, nothing explicit or graphic but proceed responsibly if you are under the age of 16.

For weeks now, your inspiration had abandoned you and your motivation extended to nothing more than staring at a blank screen. The hundreds of suggestions from your avid followers had begun to pile up and the hope you had of actually drawing something had been lost. None of the characters that usually stirred you to create were giving you any enthusiasm and you feared that you’d lost your spark for good. 

“Hey,” Hanta greeted you as he entered the room, munching on his lunch, “Whatcha up to?”

Flicking around to face him, you instinctively flipped your tablet to your chest as if to hide the screen. “Just some drawing,” you replied as if you’d actually made any progress

“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately, huh,” he said leaning again the doorframe, digging his fork back into his dish, “Working on something big?”

“Uh, not really, just drawing,” you lied, smiling up at him. He smiled back. You sighed, you were getting nowhere with your drawing. Sitting there, lying about your progress to your boyfriend was just dumb. “Except I haven't been able to draw for weeks. I’ve lost my mojo for good.”

He watched your shoulders slump at the admission and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic to your cause. He knew just how much you admired creativity and to have lost your own would be weighing on you more than a bit. “I’m sure it won’t be forever, babe,” he said coming to sit in the chair beside you. Turning in his chair so his body was facing you, he placed a warm, reassuring hand on your knee. “Maybe instead of just sitting staring at your screen, we should go get you some inspiration. Yeah?”

You stared down at the device in your hands, the blank screen. Hanta went back to chewing. He watched your expression avidly. You were always so cute which only made seeing you so down worse. So used to your usually happy attitude around him, he wanted to fix whatever was bugging you. 

Taking a deep breath in, “Yeah,” you said. He grinned.

“Nice. Why don’t we just go for a walk? And since I’ve got patrol tonight we can grab dinner after. Sound good?”

“Yup.” Even if you didn’t manage to find any inspiration you were grateful to be spending time with him. Since his schedule wasn’t exactly a typical 9 to 5 he was often working resulting in you being able to spend less time with him.

“I’ll finish my lunch then we can be off,” he said, “There’s a new park across the city that I saw last night. It’s beautiful, plus lots of flowers and stuff that might spark something.”

You smiled up at him. “Sounds good.” He was so considerate. You’d really lucked in with this one. And although you really needed to post on your patreon, maybe drawing something basic for yourself first would help get you back in that mindset. Leaving your tablet behind you went to get a drink before you left the house.

Hanta had been right. This park was beautiful. The grass was greener than you’d ever seen in person. The trees that edged the park created an atmosphere that separated the park from the outside world. It was its own little world. And the flowers. Hundreds of them. All different colours and types. The variety was astounding. You blinked a couple of times, making sure what you were seeing was real. It was captivating.

“Cool, huh?” he said with a cheeky smirk. Watching your expressions made him chuckle. He was secretly relieved that your mood had taken such a dramatic change.

“Real cool,” you said softly, nodding. You turned back to him and smiled. Throwing your arms around his neck you pulled him into a suffocating hug, kissed his cheek. He returned the hug with a laugh, wrapping his own arms around your waist in turn. Holding you in place after you loosened your grip he looked at you, thoroughly enjoying the spark of joy in your irises. “Thanks, babes,” you said.

“Anytime, doll,” he said before placing a kiss on your nose, “How about we go walk around and you can get some photos, eh?”

“Of course.”

Not a second after you’d taken his hand and begun to walk down the path when you heard someone call out from behind you. Both you and Hanta turned to look.

“Cellophane! Wait! Please!” A young woman ran towards the both of you, only slowing to halt right in front of you. She looked utterly exhausted, panting heavily. 

“You’re… you’re my favourite Pro,” she managed to get out, standing up straight and looking up at Hanta with a look of admiration you’d never seen before. “Would you mind taking a photo with me?” she pleaded.

“Oh, sure,” he said with a smile, letting go of your hand to stand beside her as she pulled out her phone, “It’s nice to meet you.” She blinked at him in awe, her cheeks reddening.

“You too,” she squeaked out. Holding up the phone as he leaned in to get in the frame, she snapped a couple of photos. 

You were oddly surprised by how you felt watching the interaction. It wasn’t jealousy or any sort of possessiveness. You knew that it was just an interaction between a fan and a hero so it wasn’t like she was gonna make any moves, or rather that he simply wasn’t interested. Instead, it was almost like a realisation. You were that lucky person, that lucky fan, who got to hold him, who got to be held by him. Your life was someone else’s fantasy, it was your own fantasy. There it was. 

You knew exactly what you were going to draw to get your rhythm back. 

“You good there?” Hanta asked returning to you as his fan walked away, every now and again turning back as if making sure he was real. “You look a bit zoned out.”

“Always,” you replied with full sincerity, squeezing his hand. His lips curled up at your response.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine, just thinking,” you said, taking his hand again.

“About me?” he joked.

As Hanta retrieved his hero costume, preparing himself for the night of hero work ahead, you returned to your drawing room, knowing exactly what the finished work was going to be. You were one hundred per cent assured that this would cure your art block and although you had no intention of posting it, you were both anxious and excited for the one person you’d show it to, to see it.

Peeping his head around the doorframe, he grinned at seeing you already back to work. He did feel responsible for your returning motivation and was delighted with his achievement. 

“I’m off now, babe,” he said. You got up, placing a kiss to his cheek for good luck before pulling his face towards your own. Pressing your lips to his, you relaxed momentarily into his arms. He was so warm, all-encompassing. You felt so safe with him, so secure, so free of judgement. He was everything you’d ever wished for and so much more.

“Be careful,” you said, running a finger down his cheek.

“Whatever you say,” he gushed, leaning to kiss your forehead.

“See ya later, handsome.”

Walking him to the door, no sooner than he was gone you were back at your desk, sketching out the picture already finished in your head. You were almost surprised you’d never thought to draw something of this flavour before. God, just thinking about it made you flush. He was a well-known, well-desired Pro-hero; surely you weren’t the first person to concoct such a lewd creation of him. And well, it wasn’t like you were a stranger to him. You knew him up close and personal and you knew exactly what made him tick. You’d never post such a thing but you couldn’t think to draw anything else now that the idea was in your head. Not to mention you couldn’t help but imagine his reaction when he saw the finished product. 

Stretching your muscles, you turned in your bed, waking slowly. Hanta wasn’t beside you despite having said he’d return at around four am but it didn’t worry you. He usually fell asleep on the couch, even after telling him countless that you didn’t mind him waking you when he came home. You made your way down the hall, careful to miss stepping on the floorboard that always groaned under your weight. If Hanta was indeed asleep on the couch you didn’t want to wake him. You knew how much hero work took out of him, especially if he’d had a busy night.

Creeping into your drawing room to continue working on your piece your heart plummeted to your stomach when you saw the empty space on your desk where you’d had your tablet last night. Come to think of it you didn’t remember going to bed which could only mean that Hanta had moved you to your bedroom after you’d fallen asleep midway through drawing. Oh god, that meant he had your tablet.

“Fuuuck,” you heard him drawl from behind you. Frowning you spun around.

“What?” you said before you saw your tablet in his hands and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. 

“That’s my line right, babe?” he teased, tongue between his teeth, “At least that’s what I’m saying in this drawing, aren’t I?”

“I…” you couldn’t find any words.

“No, no. Your line’s ‘Oh please, god’ and then I think you’re meant to moan.” 

You opened your mouth to reply but you didn’t know what to say.

“It’s a really good drawing, just not what I expected.” He returned his gaze to the image in front of him. Although he was hiding it really well you noticed the pink tips of his ears.

“You… inspired me,” you said sheepishly.

“Clearly,” he said grinning again, “Just not in the way I thought I did.” You scowled at him.

“I just needed something to get my motivation back.”

He looked up. “Huh? Oh, I’m not complaining. I just didn’t know you drew this kinda stuff, makes sense why you hide your drawings from me. I mean bondage? Heh. Kinky.”

“Stoppp,” you begged, one hand on your face in embarrassment. You inhaled, trying to steady yourself. “It’s just a drawing,” you said defensively.

“Pretty sexy drawing though,” he mumbled. You looked up at him. His flushed cheeks said more than his words as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“If I knew what you wanted I would’ve given you a different kinda inspiration.” He was definitely as nervous about the whole thing as you were. He placed the tablet on the pile of boxes by the door. “I mean I’m happy to help you out.”

“Really?” you replied softly, “That’s sweet of you.” You sent him a sly grin and he swallowed quickly. He reached out, grabbing you by the hips. 

“‘Just a drawing’,” he said mocking what you’d said earlier, “You gonna show me your others.”

“Maybe later,” you said in his ear as he lifted you onto your desk,

“Right now I’m feeling the inspiration for something different.”

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