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jobean12-blog · 18 days

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Donut: The Hole Story

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 969

Summary: When you stop at your favorite donut shop to grab some sweets on the way home from work they only have one left of your favorite flavor so you do what any other person would do...even though it's your husband's favorite too.

Author's Note: This is just because. We recently got some donuts from one of my favorite shops nearby and I just love writing about our fave guys with sweet things! If you wanna to check out the donut place you can find their website HERE. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: fluffy sweetness and fun

*All text messages in italics*

You: I’m on my way home Buck! Going to stop at the bakery, I want something sweet 🥰

Bucky: Ok doll face. And I got somethin’ sweet waiting for ya at home 😉😏

You: I know and I definitely want some…but I also want a Dough donut 🍩I’ve been craving it all day 😁

Bucky: Want me to come and get you on my bike? I can leave now and I’ll take you right to Dough❤️

You: I’m already half way there but I hate to miss a ride with you…take me after we have dinner and donuts? 😍

Bucky: Of course doll, be careful, love you❤️

You: I will love you too, see you soon!❤️

Bucky: AND DONUTS!🍩

You: YAY DONUTS!🍩

Before you even get the door of your apartment open Bucky does it for you, filling the frame with his broad shoulders and even broader smile.

Your greeting is cut off when he grabs you around the waist, tugs you inside, shuts the door- all in one smooth and quick motion- and presses you against it, his body caging you in while his lips cover yours.

“Mm you taste extra sweet,” he murmurs when he pulls away to let you breathe.

“Hi Buck,” you giggle.

He kisses you again, cradling your cheek in his hand and softly grazing just under your eye with the sweep of his thumb.

“Really sweet…” he whispers against your lips.

“Wait a second…” he mutters.

He kisses you again.

“Did you…?”

And another kiss.

“You ate one already didn’t you?!” he grumbles.

He pulls back with wide blue eyes, his mouth hanging open to match.

“Ate one what?” you ask, feigning perfect innocence with a bat of your lashes.

His mouth chases yours and his body keeps you pressed to the door.

“A TOASTED COCONUT TOO!”

“BUCKY!”

“IS THERE ANOTHER?” he asks with an accusatory tone as he frantically pats you down.

“Do you think I’m hiding the donuts in my clothes?” you laugh with a raised brow. “Or are you just trying to cop a feel?”

“I’m always trying to cop a feel,” he winks before his expression morphs back into suspicion.

You bend down and grab the box you unceremoniously dropped to the floor when he pulled you into the apartment.

He takes it from your hand and narrows his eyes, holding the box covetously close to his chest.

With one more kiss to your lips he rushes off to the counter and rips open the top of the box. He stares at the full box of twelve donuts for several seconds before meeting your eyes.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“See? A full box of donuts!”

“But…” he starts, grabbing your arm and pulling you under his to bring you around to face him so he can kiss you again. “There’s not toasted coconut!”

You shrug with nonchalance and smile sweetly. “They were all out. It is the end of the day so…”

He studies your face and tightens his grip on your waist.

“No they weren’t. There was one left and you ate it on the way home!”

Your shoulders lift to meet your ears in another act of indifference and you try to turn in his arms so you can grab a donut.

“No,” you answer. “I wouldn’t do that. But I’d like one now.”

You manage to wiggle your way around and look down at the donuts, tapping your cheek as you try to decide on which one to eat first.

Just as your hand reaches out for a blueberry lemon the top of the box shuts.

“BUCK!” you squeak. “What the heck!?”

He pushes the box to the other side of the counter and in another smooth move that’s too fast for you to fight he has you turned around and seated atop the surface, trapped by his body.

You cross your arms over your chest.

“Can I eat my donut please?” you huff.

“Not until you admit you ate the one toasted coconut left on the way home,” he counters with a smirk.

You lift your chin defiantly but you don’t answer.

“I knew it!” he shouts. “I can’t believe you ate it without waiting to share with me!”

You try and scooch off the counter so you can eat another donut but he doesn’t let you move.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he simpers.

“I want a donut.”

“You already had one doll.”

Your lips press together and you scowl.

“I can’t believe you’re denying me donuts Buck!”

“I just wanna hear you say it doll.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenge.

“No donuts.”

“You wouldn’t!”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Try me baby doll.”

You grunt and punch him in the chest.

He just smiles.

“I can’t believe you Barnes!”

He doesn’t budge and just stares with a triumphant grin.

You stare right back and slowly your lips curl into a smirk as an idea forms in your head. Without another word you press your chest to his and wrap your legs around his waist, gently rocking your hips. Your arms circle his neck and you run your fingers through his hair.

His fingers dig into your skin before slipping under your shirt and slowly inching higher.

Your fingers slide from his hair and down over his shoulders then bunch into his shirt to tug his lips closer.

“A distraction?” he hums. “Really?”

“I don’t see you trying to stop me,” you whisper.

Your fingertips dance lower, tracing the waistband of his jeans.

“No,” he murmurs. “Why would I ever want to do that?”

“And I’ll just have my donut after I have you.”

“That’s what you think,” he says right before kissing you, easily distracting you with his hands, lips and everything that's him.

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lizette50 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @kmc1989 @buckysdollforlife

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #donuts

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feartoxinjelloshot · 5 months

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clipsverse SWAP AU! for fun! character elaboration under the cut because it gets kind of wordy:

selina's deal is pretty straightforward: she has the typical “saw parents die as a child" backstory, but she’s obviously not a millionare so she’s operating out of some kind of condemned underground parking lot... somewhere. authentic gotham grunge i guess. she’s a functioning alcoholic and i am obsessed with her. she's a hardboiled detective like batman, but tends to be a bit more cynical - sort of like if rorschach from watchmen was a normal person and also didn't hate sex. firefly is her "guy in the chair" similar to what alfred is to batman in canon, minus the surrogate parent part, obviously. public opinion is pretty split on if the bat is a man or a woman under there. i don't really have swap ideas for the robins ironed out, but i'm thinking that cass and stephanie are her robin and red hood equivalents (cass being dick, stephanie being jason). cass would have an allblack bird theme going on, so she might be "crow" or "blackbird" instead of robin. dunno what stephanie's red hood rendition is like. purple hood? i'll figure it out eventually.

bruce’s parents are alive, but he has a terrible relationship with them and with his own wealth so he mitigates the guilt complex by dressing up as a cat to steal and redistribute resources to people who actually need it. he could probably do that in daylight but there is something very wrong with him. i don't think his dumb slutty playboy persona is entirely genuine even without his parents' deaths, but he does lean into it more and incorporate parts of it into his vigilante persona over time. i think this version of bruce is just generally very lonely under the surface. he tries to be normal in his daytime life and he's very bad at it - theft aside, in a certain sense being the cat(man? woman?) is his own break for freedom; he felt a need to plunge himself far into the deep end of what normal society calls a 'freak'. ...writing it out like this, we're probably lucky he didn't start killing people. fortunately batman isn't really that kind of guy in any universe.

meanwhile on the other side of the rails: ivy! her deal is slightly unformed right now due to the fact that the hatter and the joker also swap places in this au - so the hatter is a dangerous, evil mastermind intent on controlling gotham to suit their whims, and the joker is... just a harmless silly little guy. yeah. i don't have swap-hatter's exact personality ironed out yet, so detailing his and ivy's dynamic would be difficult, but i can say that while she is his loyal second-in-command at his table of advisors, she is also plotting against him. ivy is a consistent loner in both mainline cv and here, and while she doesn't have the same tumultuous, antagonistic, emotional relationship with him as harley does with the joker, she is also frankly not interested in being his number one until the end of time. she wants to do it herself and she wants to do it right. this is an ivy who, in lieu of her own world-altering gift, is scraping tooth and nail to successfully supersede the most powerful entity she can her her hands on. the hatter is blissfully unaware of this - we can't all be perfect.

harley, for her part, is very tame in comparison. she mirrors ivy's canonical backstory pretty closely: an esteemed scientist studying stem cell relations who was denied funding, mocked, and forced to experiment on herself to prove a point, unwittingly connecting herself to a worldwide hive-mind of plantlife. this version of harley, while still dressed as a scientist, is far more surface-level emotionally volatile than mainline ivy, more impulsive and irrational, and probably willing to lean much farther into the classic poison ivy reputation as a villainous seductress, to varying degrees of honesty and success. it takes ivy an incredible degree of patience and control to maintain the mental and physical balance she strikes with the green, and this version of harley has far less of both. she lets it use her body as a conduit of earthly rage and she lets the poison infect her skin and organs until mottled and decaying. she's not unhappy, but she's not exactly stable, either.

jonathan is a mysterious, faux-sleazy lounge singer who lost his left arm to a snake bite infection as a child and thereafter became obsessed with the symbolism of the balance of life via games, tricks and questions - winning and losing, birth and death, etc. the ouroboros is a common symbol in his theatrics. he possesses a certain degree of social confidence that the mainline jonathan has never quite been capable of - while he doesn't have the same fervent need for attention as edward, he takes a compulsory delight in the mental influence he achieves on small crowds and will employ many avenues to get ahold of it. he's certainly not outgoing: he keeps almost entirely to himself offstage, uninterested in fame outside of his show persona. unlike mainline jonathan who views the scarecrow as a genuine self-inflicted diety, this jon sees his persona as more of a mantle or responsibility that he must take on in order to discover new truths about the world. like his canon counterpart he is asexual and uninterested in sex, but i imagine that he has less qualms about leading people on as an act to get what he wants from them. he's not terribly famous in his singing career, but he's become a bit of an underground legend for his resolute 1920s-inspired style and occasional genuine debonair charm.

edward in comparison is not nearly as ritualistically compelled as mainline scarecrow, but he’s far less cagey about his own machinations and his mental relationship to them: he lives in a tricked-out barn somewhere on the far outskirts of gotham, and he spends his time as a propmaster creating elaborate saw-trap-esque haunted houses and escape rooms to invoke panic in his “guests”. he wanders the halls of his own houses along with the guests, repairing and tinkering, or just scaring the shit out of them. he also makes a genuine living by making and selling cosplay props and other related objects online; he's developed a bit of an internet presence through this channel, though he's not as fixated on it as the mainline riddler would be. he still craves spectacle and attention, but he's more of a "quality over quantity" guy according to his own standards and is rarely happy with the work he creates, hence the endless roundabout of creation and reinvention.

#that got long mamma mia #edit: fixed some typos. my personal hell #scribbles #clipsverse #swap au #batman rogues #batman #catwoman #poison ivy #harley quinn #jonathan crane #edward nygma #cvswap

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thursdayygrrrl · 17 days

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from the sidelines

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characters: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff (wandanat)

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood & guns, breakdowns/crying

summary: When Wanda comes into Natasha’s life, she gives the widow something to lose.

word count: 3,859

a/n: this is my first time writing for nat/something nat-centric and, technically, wandanat too! this was inspired by sidelines by phoebe bridgers because i think that song is suuuuper underappreciated and that it was a good fit for them (lyrics are in bold and italics). it’s been a while since i last wrote anything for fun and not for uni, so please be kind. i also don’t know much about gardening so some of the language might not be accurate. you can read it on ao3 (here) or under the cut. i hope you enjoy :>

I’m not afraid of anything at all

If there was one thing constant about Natasha, it was the lack of fear. It wasn’t inherent, but was a habit developed essential for her survival. She learned that pretty quickly. One moment of hesitance, no matter how short, could mean life or death.

There were other times she felt brave without risking her life though. Like when she first dyed her hair. She chose the color blue because it reminded her of the sky. The horizon always looked limitless, a reminder that there could be more to life than what she had already experienced. She remembers making that choice and following through with it. It made her feel in control of something, amidst all the other things she had no power over.

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‘Cause nothing ever shakes me, nothing makes me cry

Not a plane going down in the ocean and drowning

One of her most vivid memories is flying the plane with Melina. The night was normal at first. She was playing tag with her younger sister until she fell and hurt her knee. Then, they watched the fireflies and went inside to help with dinner. Alexei arrived and they started eating. It all felt so nice, so normal until he said they were going on a big adventure. Her appetite disappeared. Yelena was excited, oblivious to what it actually meant. She didn’t have the heart or the chance to tell her.

The drive out was tense and quiet, save for American Pie playing in the background. She watched the scenes change outside her window from the suburbs to highways. They had to move fast, but she felt sluggish, overwhelmed with everything going on. She remembers holding on to a photobooth strip of her and Yelena before finally running to get on the plane after being urged by Alexei. The sound of sirens and the whirring of engines, her heartbeat hammering in her chest, filled her ears. Gunshots started sounding off. One hit Melina’s shoulder.

“I need you up here,” She said through gritted teeth. Natasha clambered beside her.

She was wincing in pain while giving instructions to pull right.

“Mom, you’ve got blood on you,” Her voice came out strangled, and that tight feeling came along with tears forming in her eyes. She didn’t cry often but she knew she hated the physiological sensations that came with it.

“It’s okay, baby.” Two more cars directly in front of them appeared in the distance. “Hit the accelerator there.”

She did as she was told, speeding the plane up. She faltered when a few more shots were fired at them.

“Hold it steady, hold it steady.” More shots, the headlights ahead were blindingly bright. “You’re gonna pull back at 55 knots.” They started counting in unison. Alexei popped one of the cars’ tires with a bullet, causing them to crash into each other.

“Pull back, you can do it! Pull back, all your strength...” Part of the plane grazes with the bottom of the now-upturned car. But they were finally off the ground. Flying. A sense of relief washes over her.

Considering the past few hours, the rest of the flight went smoothly. They landed somewhere remote, it felt like the middle of nowhere. Alexei carried Melina to a stretcher held by some soldiers she and Yelena ran after. After a short exchange of words with the older woman, she remembers wrangling a gun from someone, unwanted tears threatening to fall from her eyes again, and Yelena’s small form hiding behind her.

“I don’t wanna go back there.”

A needle was buried deep into her neck. She was then thrown into a shipping container with other girls. Masked people were pointing rifles at them, shouting and violently wrenching Yelena from her hold. There was a man, he knelt to meet her eyes. Rough and calloused hands held her face.

“The Red Room is your home now.”

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Watched the world from the sidelines

Had nothing to prove

Natasha had just started getting used to being “normal,” just another child in midwestern America. She was going to school, being around other kids, having a family until it was all ripped away. Even though it was all a lie, she couldn’t say it wasn’t important to her.

Being back in the Red Room was a regimented, isolating existence. No one was able to speak to each other for long. Schedules were planned down to the minute. Excruciating physical training, including hand-to-hand combat, ballet, acrobatics, and weapons training, pushed them to their limits, sometimes even beyond.

The mutilation, both psychological and physical, was the worst of all. They broke down each girl’s hope and willpower if any were even left. They were treated like objects, mere faceless weapons they could manipulate as a means to an evil end. The ones who survived were considered lucky, the prime of their batches, and given an operation. They called it “graduation,” but everyone knew what that meant.

At some point, she was able to get out. Her time with the KGB, then in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was filled with twists and turns. It was a lot of battles, moral disputes, and political agendas. There was even a time when she had to expose her own seedy past, much to her discomfort, but it was for the greater good. She didn’t mind as long as it was for the well-being of others.

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‘Til you came into my life

Gave me something to lose

Now that she thinks of it, the first time she interacted with Wanda was horrible. The witch inflicted a vision, memories that she was trying to bury and leave behind, when she was weakened and vulnerable. There were snippets of a conversation with Madame B. The graduation ceremony. It made her feel like a monster all over again.

The next time they interacted was in the Battle of Sokovia. She remembers regrouping with Steve, but not expecting the very same witch to make an appearance. Despite all the chaos, the jacket she wore looked familiar.

“Is that my jacket?” Natasha gestured at the younger woman, frowning slightly.

“She’s with us,” Steve said.

“That still doesn’t explain the jacket.”

Natasha was persistent. She didn’t shop for clothes often, never dressing up unless she wanted or had to, so this red jacket was special. It was one of the first few things she bought for herself. Wanda, now awkward and unsure of what to do, ran off. The rest of the battle felt like a blur of robots and rubble.

Since then, Wanda joined the Avengers. The younger woman mostly kept to herself when not on missions, watching sitcoms in her room. Vision would talk to her sometimes. Other times, the widow herself would do so. Natasha understood she needed space and time to cope with everything she’d been through but didn’t want to leave her fully isolated.

Their conversations, if you could even call them that, were awkward at first. Natasha would ramble on about whatever, trying to fill the silence.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

Wanda looks up from her book only to be met with a small, warm smile on the assassin’s face.

“It’s the usual American stuff. Eggs, bacon, sugary cereal, some fruit. Pretty sure Clint’s making waffles too,” Natasha points to the door with her thumb. “You should eat with us. Bond with the team, all that stuff that Steve goes on about. We’ll have training after.”

Wanda hums in contemplation. Then, she nods. It’s the slightest motion that one would miss if they didn’t pay enough attention. Natasha nods back and turns to leave the room. The witch’s voice catches her off-guard, though.

“I’ll come with you.”

It’s raspy in the best way possible, with a hint of her Sokovian accent lingering. It’s a sound that Natasha decides she would like to hear more often. Her smile grows ever so slightly as she gestures for her to walk together.

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When Natasha started helping in Wanda’s hand-to-hand combat training, the two became closer literally and figuratively. In one memorable session, from when Wanda still wasn’t as skilled at combat as she is now, Natasha was able to pin her down. Her lithe fingers wrapped around the other woman’s wrists while she used her thighs to straddle. All to restrict movement, of course. The flustered expression on the witch’s face could not be more obvious.

Their sessions consisted of a warm-up, some rounds of sparring, and a cooldown. After barely surviving this particularly challenging one, Wanda lands on the bench with a sigh. “Fuck… You kicked my ass today, Tasha. No fair,” She says through heavy breaths, leaning back and wiping the sweat from her brow.

Natasha shrugs and smiles as she sits beside her, reaching for a bottle of water across from the younger woman. Her torso brushes with her thigh, making the Sokovian lose her breath all over again.

“Please. I went easy on you. Besides, it’s revenge for taking my jacket,” Natasha says as she sits back up and takes a sip of water.

Wanda stands on slightly wobbly legs while a breathy laugh escapes her lips. “You’re really still holding that grudge?” She raises her hands playfully, “In my defense, Steve threw it at me and told me to put it on. It was a hectic time, you know.”

Natasha smirks and shakes her head as they both move to gather their bags and leave. The assassin offers her hand.

“Let me carry your stuff. It’s the least I can do. Look, you can barely stand.”

“It’s okay, Tasha. I go—”

“Come on,” The widow urges. A knowing look is on her face.

Wanda’s face becomes flushed, more so than it already was. It looks like she hopes Natasha won’t notice, but she does anyway. She raises her eyebrow teasingly.

“Did the workout take you out that bad, Wands?”

The nickname doesn’t help at all. Wanda rolls her eyes playfully as she hands her duffel bag over. Natasha slings both bags over her shoulder and they start walking together.

“Remind me again why I have to keep doing the hand-to-hand stuff? I literally move things with my mind.”

“If you use your mind, why do you do the thing with your hands then?” Natasha tries to mimic the witch’s signature hand movements with her free hand. This earns her a lighthearted push.

“Oh, you know I’m just kidding. We both know you can’t just rely on your magic all the time. I want you to be able to fend for yourself if anything happens. Yeah?”

Wanda groans exaggeratedly, “Ugh. Okay, yes, you have a point.”

She chuckles at this. The pair, now embraced by a comfortable silence, walks to the elevator of the compound. As they enter, Natasha wraps her free arm around Wanda’s shoulder. She squeezes slightly, firm muscles under her touch, bringing her closer and looking into her eyes.

“Wanna have lunch with me today?”

Wanda raises her eyebrow, “Can we watch I Love Lucy while we eat?”

Natasha nods and hands over her bag. “Of course.”

They smile warmly at each other, parting ways to freshen up before meeting again later.

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Natasha and Wanda have seen each other at different points in their lives. Happy, sad, and everything else in between. But the Lagos Incident was a whole other thing. Natasha herself was a witness to how Wanda had been doing so well before it. To watch the immense guilt, self-loathing, and depression come over the witch after the incident, after slowly building herself back up, was heartbreaking for the widow.

Old habits die hard. Wanda becomes a recluse again. However, instead of sitcoms accompanying her, it was the news. She couldn’t help but keep watching coverage of it as if being constantly reminded of this tragedy was helping anyone.

Steve already spoke with her, Natasha knows this, but she decides to give a different type of comfort to the person she’s grown to love. A silent one, one that speaks through actions.

On days Wanda doesn’t leave her room, Natasha knows she isn’t eating so she goes up and brings food. Nine times out of ten, it’s a peanut butter sandwich because it’s all she can make without setting the kitchen on fire. Ten times out of ten, it’s returned with just a few bites taken out. It doesn’t matter, Natasha is just happy to provide her with even the littlest bit of sustenance.

On nights Wanda can’t sleep, evident by the faint light escaping from her room, Natasha stays up with her. She takes it upon herself to change the channels on Wanda’s television or switch it off. She puts on some music instead, knowing that noise is a welcome distraction to her spiraling thoughts. Other times, Wanda motions for Natasha to her bed. The contact of skin on skin, the physical reminder that she isn’t alone helps Wanda relax even if it’s only for a few hours. Most nights, the feeling of Natasha’s body pressed up against Wanda’s is enough to lull her to sleep.

And when it’s not, when she falls into that spiral once more, Natasha’s always there to wipe away her tears and pull her out of it.

“So many people… All those lives lost because I-I couldn’t—” Wanda sobs, breaking down in the familiar hold of strong arms.

Natasha squeezes just a little bit tighter. She speaks softly, interrupting the younger woman, “I know, Wands. I know. But you have to stop blaming yourself, okay? We’ve all hurt people and we’ve all made mistakes. Even if we mean well. And you did mean well. It’s just sometimes things work out in ways we don’t anticipate.”

The consoling words fall on deaf ears. Wanda shakes her head and cries even harder while burying herself deeper into the embrace. Her voice is muffled, repeated pleas of repentance, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault… T-tasha, it’s all my fault…” Unsure what to say now, Natasha resorts to her instinct instead. It has never failed her. She starts to rock Wanda gently, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of the younger woman’s head. A quiet, melodic hum resonates from her lips. She continues until Wanda’s breathing evens out and until sleep takes over both of them.

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A soft stream of sunlight seeps into the room, awakening the Russian. She looks down at the sleeping figure in her arms. Wanda looks so peaceful right now, Natasha thinks. She would do anything to conserve this moment, this feeling of serenity for her. To take away all her pain, heartache, and afflictions. Realistically, she knows she can’t accomplish that. The best she can do is just be there for her.

It’s been a few minutes since and she feels Wanda stir slightly, who immediately snuggles closer and remains asleep. A warm feeling settles in her body, first in her chest then it spreads all over. She recalls feeling this way many times before, but only ever with Wanda. It’s at this exact instance she finally fully realizes what this is.

I’m in love.

She bites her lip in contemplation, quiet realization, as Wanda’s eyes flutter open. Hazy green eyes look into clear ones and a mumbled phrase reaches her ears. “Your thoughts are getting loud, Tasha. Are you okay?”

Broken from her trance, she looks down at Wanda. “Yeah, I am. Um. I just… I have something to tell you.” She shifts to lean against the headboard. Now is as perfect a time as any, she thinks.

Wanda’s eyebrows stitch together in a frown as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She sits up, mostly leaning her weight on the other woman, while trying to decipher the look on her face. The Russian waits for a sign of approval from the Sokovian. Wanda nods and hums.

“I’m going to be direct about this, Wands.”

She takes a deep breath in.

“I like that we’ve grown close, that we consider each other as friends. I like doing things for you and with you and I like helping you, giving you what I have. Time, insight, comfort, whatever. Watching sitcoms with you, sleeping next to you, and waking up in your bed. I like your voice and your ringed hands, how graceful they look when you use your powers. The way your nose scrunches up and your bunny teeth show when you smile. How your accent slips when you say certain words and how you say my name. The way you carry yourself. How you care so much about others… If you let me, I would care for you for the rest of time.”

Natasha finishes with a sharp exhale, only now realizing her rambling. Losing control was one of the things she never wanted to experience again, but this time was different. Finally letting these thoughts flow through and out of her felt cathartic.

Wanda’s voice is quiet, “You would?”

Natasha nods, “Always.”

She says it without hesitation. Because she is wholly certain that she has no other answer. Why would there be?

Wanda becomes silent. An unreadable expression appears on her face as she takes in Natasha’s words. Her posture straightens slightly. Tension is now in the air and a silence begins to settle.

Natasha screws her eyes shut, willing the tears in her eyes to stop forming. She was just about to take everything back, apologize for even saying anything, before getting interrupted. She feels slim fingers gently hold her face. Wanda strokes Natasha’s cheek, her thumb moving in slow, circular motions while she speaks.

“Tasha, hey, please don’t cry,” Wanda looks at her pleadingly, leaning in closer.

Natasha blinks rapidly, brows furrowing together. “I’m sorry. I got nervous because you weren’t saying anything and I… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I just had to take a minute because I didn’t realize you felt this way. Trust you won’t lose me, please.” She looks away. Her touch slows down and ceases as her hands fall to her lap. “I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You didn’t have to do anything, moya lyubov.” Natasha holds Wanda’s hands, “I mean everything I just said. I love you, Wanda.”

She waits for a response with bated breath. Before she knows it, she feels supple lips capture her own.

It’s tender yet electric. It’s everything she’s ever imagined and more. It’s simply perfect.

Natasha closes her eyes and deepens the kiss. She cradles Wanda’s jaw and feels the brunette melt into her touch. They pull away seconds later, foreheads touching as they catch their breath. Wanda says softly, “I love you too, Natasha. You don’t know how long I have been wanting to say that.”

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Now I know what it feels like

To wanna go outside

It was a calm morning, both women following a routine established over the past few months. Natasha would wake up early and then proceed to training, leaving Wanda to sleep in. By the time she’d be back, Wanda was up and just finishing preparing breakfast. They’d eat together, talk about their plans for the day, and decide what to do from there. Some days they’d spend together while, on others, they’d have separate activities.

“Detka! Come here, please!”

Natasha was working on some reports when she heard Wanda call out. She looks at the clock and decides now is a perfect time to take a break anyway. She hums as she stands up and stretches her limbs before leaving the room.

Wanda had been tending to the garden in the compound for some time now. She started with small pots of herbs and then moved to random vegetables after discovering she had a gift for raising plants. Lately, she also added flowers and various houseplants to her catalog. Being out in the sun, getting her hands dirty, and nurturing these plants was hard work, but it was work Wanda loved.

Natasha makes a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and pours two glasses of cold water on a tray, then carries it over to the sliding door leading to the garden. She places it down on a table outside and her eyes immediately search for Wanda. It’s an irresistible sight, her beloved’s face beaming and surrounded by greenery. She even thinks she sees her talking to the plants.

She smiles to herself while appreciating the view until Wanda realizes she’s arrived. She gets waved over, “Tasha!” The excitement in the witch’s voice is barely contained as Natasha walks towards her.

She wraps an arm around Wanda, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead, “Hi, kotenok. I brought over some snacks and water if you wanted them. What is it you wanted me to see?”

Wanda pulls off her gardening gloves, places them in her pocket, and brushes her hands over her pants. She mumbles a quick thank you before taking Natasha’s hand in one of her own and using the other to cover her eyes.

“Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.”

Natasha plays along, using her free hand to help cover her eyes. “Okay. Just make sure I don’t trip, yeah?”

Wanda giggles as she leads Natasha by the hand, “Don’t worry, detka, I got you.”

They walk slowly, up a few steps, and stop. Wanda takes a deep breath, “Okay, now.”

When their hands uncover Natasha’s eyes, she is met with vibrant blooms of various colors against a green background of bushes. It’s a masterful arrangement of asters, marigolds, hydrangeas, wildflowers, and many more. She gasps, breath taken away by the gorgeous sight.

“You did all this by yourself?”

The Sokovian nods sheepishly, “Yeah. I read somewhere that getting them all to bloom like this would be challenging, but I think I did decently.”

Natasha squeezes her hand, “It’s more than decent. It looks stunning, Wands. You did an amazing job.”

Wanda’s arm wraps around Natasha’s waist, her head rests on her shoulder. A satisfied sigh leaves her lips. They remain silent, basking in each other’s presence and the garden view.

“If you’re like this with plants, I can only imagine how well you’d be with kids,” Natasha muses.

Wanda lifts her head and looks at Natasha, her shoulders raised slightly, “What if, at some point, you won’t have to imagine?”

Small smiles grow on both of their faces. They share a knowing look before assuming their previous positions. “Someday, lyubov, someday.”

Natasha used to feel the need to keep busy, keep moving because she thought anything too constant would be taken away from her again. Though she never admitted it to anyone, not even herself, the thought of settling down and starting a family of her own was terrifying.

But not anymore. Everything felt so much easier with Wanda. It now truly felt like anything was possible. The lack of fear forced onto her when she was younger came from a dark place of abuse and indifference. Now, it comes naturally. It comes from love.

#ky writes!#oneshot #fanfic #marvel #mcu #marvel oneshot #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #wandanat fluff #wandanat fanfiction #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda x natasha #wlw

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rye-bread-soda-iceberg · 3 months

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discussion and a little theory about black swan and sparkle's companion mission under the cut (+ spoilers) aka listen to me yap about the blue thing until I go insane

the First sampo we meet in penacony, specifically the one that follows us as we're hanging out with firefly, is nothing like how sampo himself is

his personality is a poor attempt from sparkle to try and convince us that it's him, but perhaps she's not familiar enough with him anymore to know exactly how he acts. "he" is acting weird and a little bit mean towards firefly for not knowing things about penacony even though she should

I don't think sampo would do that, at least the one we met on jarilo-VI wouldn't

the second (and third) time sampo appears, and this time it's actually him, is during the girls' companion mission

during the entire quest him and black swan play this little detective game orchestrated by sparkle where she writes herself in as a murder victim and has the two find her murderer. it's fun and silly and very chaotic

the entire story unfolds inside a dream bubble created by black swan, and when it's over the giant eyeball guy tells us that even though we recognized the people in the dream, it is still a dream. it doesn't represent reality and could have been tampered with

I don't believe that

anyways so. in this sampo acts a little bit more like the one we know, maybe slightly over the top at times but I think he was putting on a performance to spice things up. he was helping out sparkle with the whole thing in exchange for his mask that she probably stole from him (that we sadly don't get to see) so I bet he really put some effort into that, even begging black swan to not skip the last murder case

But. the MOST important part of this entire quest is.. the end. and the end is definitely not a dream

after the trio finishes talking, the dream stops and we briefly return to the real world before going into a memory. and boy there's some stuff to unpack in here

first of all the way they talk to each other? they almost seem like friends. of course, their views on the pursuit of elation are still different

he is still very polite about it

sparkle doesn't mention anything except muttering "why so serious" to herself

but they do talk like old friends and it's clear that in a sense they may be

after he asks for his mask back, sparkle remarks that it is not like the sampo she knows and then this little exchange happens

it is now canon, as in acknowledged out loud by a character (in this case himself) that sampo Really did orchestrate almost every thing that happened in jarilo-VI

how did he know this was going to happen? how can sparkle guess the reason why he wants his mask back? has he done this before? well clearly, thinking back to all the chaos he unleashes on that planet, maybe some kind of catastrophe has already came to it that we don't know about?

also slightly unrelated but I think he likes living there. he genuinely enjoys living in belobog because if he didn't, he'd find a way to leave

so anyways what we can deduct from this sequence is that:

- this entire quest is most likely a memory, not a dream. black swan deals with memories and it could be possible that she had some slight changes done to it and passed it off as a dream. maybe. and this would mean that it's a real event, that happened before the jarilo-VI story

- consequently, before that sampo and sparkle were on friendly enough terms that he was willing to help her put on a show for black swan in exchange for his mask (of course, he's always willing to do something to get something in return)

so I did say I have a theory

sparkle is the reason for That One sampo eidolon, "the deeper the love the stronger the hate"

she's the only character so far that we are SURE he dislikes, and that's something knowing he doesn't admit that stuff so openly. source: listen to his lines about other characters, he always masks any kind of negative emotion about other people yet tells giovanni that if it were for him, he'd never see her again (still said in a polite way)

so the "hate" he feels, that he still masks by smiling even though his eyes are devoid of any light, as of right now can only be towards sparkle

I believe she betrayed him somehow and maybe doesn't fully realize that

she's childish, really mean, DEFINITELY cannot "read the room" in any way and I doubt she cares about other people's feelings enough, so if sampo who by nature almost does everything to hide how he truly feels about people ever felt betrayed by her, there'd be miscommunication and possibly confusion on her side and feelings of hate towards her on his side

in the main quest, before sparkle reveals herself, she mentions hearing about his deeds on jarilo-VI but doesn't seem to hold a grudge against him. she probably dislikes him as well but perhaps not as much as he does, which also leads me to think she wouldn't understand if she did anything wrong

them not talking anymore would explain why sparkle's rendition of sampo feels off and kind of out of character

this is a theory I had actually already saw circularing on here, around the time sampo and giovanni's conversation in the memory bubble got leaked. but if I'm correct it's not as discussed

sad cause it's very interesting and you know what this also means?

penacony might not be the last we see of sampo

he has so much going on behind him and this just adds to it. he doesn't speak much about his past himself, he is clearly hiding so so many things and hoyoverse wouldn't keep leaving these little crumbs of information behind if it wasn't for a greater purpose

I feel like I say this every time I talk about him and maybe I'm slowly going insane but I'm also very happy cause I want to see what my beautiful man will do in the future

thanks for reading this far if you did and sorry if this is really messy

I just wanted to let some thoughts out!

#i think i said everything i wanted to say yes!#feel free to add to this #star rail #hsr sampo #sampo koski #honkai star rail #hsr spoilers #hsr #hsr theory #hsr sparkle

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ghostie-gengar · 1 month

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three four eight three!!

relationship chart and their swim forms :3

hcs under the cut (ages are as of splat3)

Captain

real name Sango, aka DJ Sango, nicknamed Agent Ick (squid sisters)

she/her, played with he/him during OE

robust clubhook squid

splattershot main but can work with anything

pretty chill and stoic but tells really good stories if she's in the mood

loves her girlfriend agent 8 so much and thinks she's the most amazing girl in the world <3

pretty blunt with the rest of the splatoon but with eight she's so warm it's like she's a totally different person (can you tell im obsessed with agent 24)

she sees a lot of herself in Neo but doesn't really know how to talk to them so she just. stares at them

acts fed up with Neo's antics but secretly finds them endearing. likes to pick them up and throw them

huge scar on her eye from being sanitized (the eye glows tho so thats cool) and has various others all over

Agent 4

real name Shoyu, nicknamed Sho (marie) and Four-Brains (captain)

he/him

firefly squid

dualies main

his freckles and spots glow! his tentacles are sparkly and so is his ink thanks to a condition he has. it's about as common as freckles

super busy college student trying to balance his hobbies with agent duties and schoolwork

hobbies include video games, music, parkour, clam blitz, and hanging out with his friends

knees are usually scraped

wears mismatched socks

he's a super cool guy, but he tries a little too hard sometimes so he can be kinda cringefail but we love him!!

super nosy and pays a lot of attention to details, mild perfectionism

shortest of the agents other than Neo, but give them like a year and they'll be taller than him

Agent 8

real name Umiko, nicknamed Eighty (captain)

she/her

bimac octopus

mains heavy splatling and e-liter

she's shy when you first meet her but she's super sweet and friendly once you get to know her

hides in small spaces when she's scared, easily startled

besties with Four, they play just dance together

she thinks Captain is soooo cool and has a huge crush on her (yes they're dating)

prefers to be called Eight over her real name. only Captain gets to call her Umiko <3

lives with Captain, but stayed at Four's place during splat3

has some burn scars on her back (from failed OE missions) and post side order one of her tentacles is bleached (same side as captain's sanitization scar <3)

Neo Agent 3

real name Trip, aka Inkborn Harbinger Of Destiny, nicknamed Newbie (squid sisters and captain)

they/them

bigfin reef squid

splatana main (they modded their splatana wiper to have the firepower of a stamper)

they lie about their age to play turf wars- this led to them being recruited into the NSS

autism swag

they love love love shiny things and also spiderman

looks up to Captain but is also terrified of her

loves it when Captain picks them up and throws them

when they get scared/overwhelmed during missions they go and sit near Captain. they don't even say anything, it's just comforting to be near someone they know has been through worse

had an enormous crush on Shiver until they met her, when she genuinely tried to kill them

has a strong sense of wonder and is fascinated by all that alterna has to offer

the back of their head is fuzzy, and they have various scratches all over

homeless for most of their life, briefly lived with the Salmonids, then was able to snag an apartment with special arrangements for their rent to be cheaper since they're a kid

they scrape by selling the treasure they find in the desert

they see Miso as their equal and treat him like a younger sibling. they get extremely offended when people assume he's their pet, as does he

hates Mr. Grizz with a passion.

Neo Agent 3 Jr.

real name Miso, aka Miso Soup With Tofu And Green Onions With A Side Of Dumplings And Fried Rice, nicknamed Little Buddy (Neo)

he/him

smallfry salmonid

was rescued by Neo from Grizzco before he hatched, where Mr. Grizz had full intentions to kill him

he hatched from a special golden egg that glowed brighter than all the rest, it was prophesied that he would leave the salmonids and rise up against a great evil

always hungry, will munch on anything (including Captain's shoes)

extremely loyal to Neo and loves them very much. the two of them look out for each other and live together

he and Neo lived with the salmonids when Neo couldn't nail down a permanent place to live, then they had to leave due to an unfortunate incident with Grizzco.

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Chapter 1: Fix Your Shoelaces

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Two simple pleasures in life include sleep and chocolate milk. You just never thought they’d both be ruined in one weekend.

Word count: 3,862

Content/warnings: Swears, curdled milk, riding a horse, alcohol consumption, suspicion, dancing

Author’s Note: This takes place at the same time as chapters 5 and 6 of YCMBWH.

This is the first installment of The Rainmaker storyline in the Outta Nowhere AU. This is also a very different environment from where we will usually see this pairing, but that’s the fun in it.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were awoken from your deep sleep to someone pounding on your door. As you put on your robe and shuffled through the living room, you caught a glance at the clock on the stove. 10:43pm. Who in their right mind would be at your door this late? A better question: why were you on your way to answer it? You didn’t even answer calls from unknown numbers.

You opened the door and immediately squinted at the bright fluorescent light of the hallway as it hit you in the face. Standing there in a full suit was a man with tall, broad shoulders and kind blue eyes under a tuft of blonde hair you assumed had lost its styling from a long day. If you asked your best friend, her evaluation would be ‘totally your type.’ He was a gorgeous, pretty boy….yeah….pretty seemed like a fitting description. Good looks or not, though, he woke you up hardly two hours into your sleep schedule.

“What do you want?”

“Um, good evening. You’re…” he looked down at a sticky note in his hand. “…Decks, right? I’m here to talk to you about a matter concerning Honeybee-I mean-“

You cut him off, grabbing his arm to drag the handsome man into your apartment and out of the hallway so you wouldn’t get another noise complaint from the old lady next door. Although, it was probably already too late for that since he had been banging on your door for who knows how long. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. I know what you’re talking about, come in.”

Steve gently closed the door behind him as you moved to turn on a lamp by the couch. You flopped down in an arm chair while he perched himself on the couch cushion closest to you. Even with your messy hair in the dim light, there was something intriguing about you to him.

You leaned back and squinted at him. “So what’s going on? Are you Bucket? I’ve been told about you.”

Steve straightened in his seat. Bucky was going to love that he was the topic of one of Bee’s conversations outside the farm.

He smiled and shook his head. “No, actually. I’m Steve. I work very closely with Bucky, though. I was sent here to take you over to the farm. There’s been an emergency and we need all the closest people there to help out.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Why didn’t anyone call first? Why were you sent here?”

“Well, from what I’ve heard, you probably wouldn’t have picked up if I called, and time is of the essence. I can explain more on the way there.” He shrugged.

You looked at him with confusion. “Listen, I love my friend and all, and I’m willing to be there for her, but I’ve got work tomorrow. What am I supposed to do about that?”

Steve waved his hand and closed his eyes in reassurance before speaking softly. “It’s already been taken care of. Just, if you could go ahead and pack a bag, grab only essentials because we need to get going.”

You groaned. At least you’d heard of Steve before, your bestie had described him as pretty decent, and you hated that she was right, in more ways than one. You grabbed a bag off the back of your door and tossed it at Steve. “Okay, fine. Pack some snacks, it’s a long way to go at this time of night.”

He simply nodded and walked to your pantry, packing up everything that could easily be eaten on the road, along with a few bottles of water.

You emerged from your room with a duffel on your shoulder to see him waiting for you on the couch, food bag in his lap.

When Steve saw you, he was captivated. You’d changed into an old college sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair in a messy bun, but your face looked like it was ready to take on the world, despite the premature rise from sleep.

He got up and followed you to the door, turning off the lamp on the way over. As you locked your apartment, you whispered over to him. “What did you bring here? Let me see your keys.”

Steve dug into his pocket, pulling out the keychain with a jingle. “Range Rover.”

You grabbed them out of his hands. “Perfect. I’m driving.”

It had been awhile since you’d been all the way out to the farm. You used to come and help out over the summers during college, mostly baling hay and feeding animals. It was fun, but it wasn’t your life. Your degree and passion had drawn you to the city and kept you there for all these years.

You explained that to Steve on the drive over, in between the times you made him feed you the snacks. You noted that you were proud you could still drive this route by heart, too. Steve told you a little bit about how he did business in the city and how he knew Bucky, along with a story about why Bucky was out here in the first place. You had already heard the story from your roommate, so it wasn’t a surprise, but you were confused as to why they hadn’t called some sort of law enforcement to help. Something didn’t quite add up, but if someone you trusted so much trusted these men, that was good enough for now.

As you were nearing the end of the drive, Steve continued in his attempts to make conversation. “So how did you get the nickname ‘Decks?’”

You laughed dryly. “It’s a-“ you cut yourself off. “Hold on, I need to make sure I make this turn. It’s kind of hard to see at this time of night.”

You heard the wheels hit gravel as you pulled into the driveway and in front of the house, the headlights briefly lighting up Curtis leading a couple horses and tying their reins to the posts of the front porch in the darkness of the moonlit night.

Your eyes adjusted as you moved to get out of the car and watched Curtis jog over to the passenger side of the vehicle where Steve had just stood up, sticking out his hand.

“Hey, I’m Curtis, you must be Steve. Buck hasn’t left her side yet, so I’m gonna take you on back.”

Steve shook his hand “Yeah, good to meet you.”

Curtis gave him a slight nod and patted his shoulder, then ran around the other side of the vehicle to greet you by the driver’s side door. He reached his arms around your shoulders to give you a big hug with a tight squeeze. “Good to see you, Decks.”

“Yeah, you too, Curtis. Steve told me what’s going on. We should probably get back there.”

You rubbed his back before Curtis freed you from the hug and nodded in response, then looked back at Steve.

“You know how to ride?”

Steve couldn’t help the scoff that came from his lips. “Not one bit.”

Curtis sighed and looked between the two of you. “Okay, no worries. You’re with Decks, then. I’ll help you up. We’ll talk over all the details on the way there.”

Curtis led you over to the porch and helped you up onto the bigger of the two horses, then helped to prop Steve up behind you before getting onto his own horse and leading you toward the mines.

As your hips swayed back and forth with the horse’s footsteps, you could feel Steve clinging onto you for dear life. “You can ease up your grip a little, ya know. We’re not even going that fast. And you’re like, five feet off the ground. I promise you won’t get hurt.”

You could feel Steve nod in acknowledgment, his head resting against your shoulder, but nothing changed. If anything, his hold tightened. You laughed through the vice of his arms that was squeezing your diaphragm and continued on to the caves in the distance.

“So Steve told me one of the caves collapsed, and I’m not surprised because I know how old these things are, but why were you guys even back there? How did it fall so suddenly?”

You looked over at Curtis and he met your eye. “I want so badly to say it’s Bucket’s fault, but I know it’s really not. Your dear bestie insisted we go for a walk to show him the mines, and when he kicked one of the supports, the whole thing came crashing down. Could’ve happened to anyone at any time, though.”

You nodded. “Well, I’m glad she’s okay at least, but being trapped in there must suck. Either way, we’re happy to help with whatever’s needed.” Steve hummed against your shoulder in agreement.

You stopped the horses at the mouth of the cave and yawned from the early hour, stretching as Curtis helped Steve, then you, down from the horse. A man with brown hair and broad shoulders sauntered over to the three of you, greeting Steve with a hug and you and Curtis with a handshake. He wore a hard look on his face, but you could see the lace of concern through his forehead and eyes. Ah, this was Bucket.

“I’d take you guys in, but it’s sort of unstable right now. I’ve got direct orders from Honeybee, though, as to what we’re all supposed to do.”

He went through the plan, but in your tiredness, you barely caught his words. “I’ll go back over it in the morning, but the general gist is that we need to keep everything running smoothly and draw as little suspicion as possible.”

You looked between the men. None of them had caught on to one important detail. “I’ve still got Steve’s keys, but Buck, you’ve gotta tell your guys to move their cars, then. I’ve never seen that many in the driveway. People will notice. Move them into the hay barn. It should be empty enough this time of year before the next round of bales gets made. Can probably fit most of them.”

You all looked at Curtis and he nodded in agreement. “Yep, just as she said.” Bucky snapped his fingers and a young kid in a suit came running over to him, ready to take the command. What an odd interaction. You shrugged it off, though. Your brain hardly had any power at this point. It was just enough to ride back to the house and move the Range Rover into the pool barn behind the garage before flopping down into one of the guest bedrooms.

You woke up with a jolt to one of the roosters crowing. You forgot how loud those little bastards were, but something about it was comforting. You got dressed and brushed your teeth before making sure your hair was out of your face. You could smell breakfast and followed Curtis down the stairs to see Bucky making plates already.

That was surprising. As far as you knew from your conversation last week, he was struggling to get out of bed, and now he was up early enough to gather eggs and cook for everyone? Weird.

The steps creaked behind you as Steve matched them with his own groan, flopping into a chair. He wore a set of farm clothes you believe he’d borrowed from Curtis and his hair was a floofy mess. It was kind of cute, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the casual wear in juxtaposition to his suit from the night before.

Bucky pulled out a sheet of paper and explained your tasks again. You were so excited to be put on animal feed duty. You loved petting the little goats and sheep, they were so adorable.

As Bucky explained Steve’s tasks to him, you watched an almost unreadable expression grow on his face. He looked almost scared, daunted, intimidated? Maybe it was just dread? Eh, he’d probably be fine.

You finished up your plate and set it in the dishwasher before getting on with your day.

At mid-morning, you rolled up to the farmers market to help run sales with Bucky. You caught the sight of Steve carrying in his last wagon load of produce crates. His biceps bulged as he placed them all in the right places, and you couldn’t help but drool a little. Not only did he look good while being put to work, but he didn’t complain while doing it. Sure, you knew Bucky was technically his boss, but something about his willingness to help out did you in. Made you feel warm.

You watched as Bucky gave him a final set of instructions, and Steve walked back into the field. Man, did his ass look good in those jeans.

Hours passed by running the market with Bucky. You could see that a few repeat customers were happy to see him, some even trying to go in for hugs and offer him free drinks. You could see the charm you’d been told about.

As things began to slow, you found yourself standing next to Bucky, the both of you watching an older customer leave with some produce and a small jar of honey.

“Mrs. Jensen is definitely a talker. I think she needs someone else around.” He leaned towards you to say it lowly.

You laughed in response. He demeanor now was the same as when he was dealing with her, but somehow she was still so happy with their interaction.

Bucky continued. “Maybe I’ll let Jake see his mom later if he’s good.”

That caught your attention. “Wait, Jake is here? Why? Like, the Jake that broke my best friend’s heart? I thought they haven’t talked since before college.”

You could see Bucky trying to avoid eye contact with you. He was hiding something. Why would Jake be here?

“He’s done a lot lately that has made business difficult for both me and Bee. Since we are business partners after all. My people reached out and he came to apologize. Also happens he’s able to run some pretty complex calculations on his computer. He was more than happy to help out down at the mine when he heard she was in danger.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Okay…”

After you and Bucky had finished cleaning up the farmers market, you headed back to the house to relax some. You slipped off your boots and laid down on the couch, pulling a blanket up to your chin.

You were shaken awake and opened your eyes to see a pair of blue ones before you. It was Steve. He smiled.

“Hey, Decks. It’s time for dinner. You want some?” You nodded, stretching to sit up, seeing Curtis and his cousin, your best friend, bringing food to the table. You scrambled to toss the blanket off of you and ran over. You’d never hugged her so tight.

“You’re not dead! I’m so happy to see you.” Was muffled into her hair.

She laughed and rubbed your back. “It’s good to see you, too, Decks. Now let’s get some food. I’m starving.”

You nodded your head, still not letting go, as she waddled you to your chair next to Steve. He looked at the two of you, noticing you felt for each other the same way he felt for Bucky. There was a deep trust and appreciation that could rarely be matched.

As you were eating, you hardly realized Bucky wasn’t at the table until it was brought up in conversation. After a long day, and frankly, a long week, you all went upstairs and straight to bed.

You woke up to the sunshine, somehow sleeping through the roosters, probably from sheer exhaustion, and changed into your college hoodie and sweats. You walked downstairs to search through the fridge and find something decent to eat. As you were making toast, Steve came down and pulled out the pitcher of milk along with chocolate syrup.

“Ooh! Can you make me one, too? It’s been forever since I’ve had chocolate milk.”

He leaned up into the cabinet above you, abs brushing your back to grab another glass. You shivered slightly at the touch. You weren’t around people much, let alone people who looked like that.

“Sure thing, Decks, as long as you promise to make me toast.”

Your eyes narrowed, looking at him for a second. “Deal.”

After eating, you sat on the couch with Steve, sipping your chocolate milk and making small talk. He stayed vague about his everyday business dealings, and you felt like you didn’t have much to add since a lot of your work was confidential, and you didn’t have much time to do things outside of it.

You watched Bucky run down the steps and peek his head in the office before closing the door behind him.

You were about to offer to play a card game to pass the time with Steve since Curtis was due to be done any minute and could join, but there was a knock on the door.

You opened it up to see a ridiculously large vase of hydrangeas and a delivery driver already retreating back up the driveway. Oh great, what sorry guy sent these? She’s gonna hate them.

You picked up the vase to bring it inside, not expecting the sour smell that came off of it. You held it at arm’s length, fast walking to the office before knocking on the door with your foot. You held the vase in one arm to quickly open the door, showing the flowerpot, your face blocked by the large bouquet.

“Ugh! Decks, get that out of here. Where the hell did those come from?”

You ran back towards the front door, where Steve was holding it open, to set them on the porch. “Just got delivered. Don’t worry, I’ve smelled worse. There’s a card here.”

It’s true, you had smelled worse at work before, but it still didn’t mean it was very tolerable after some time. Everyone else stood back, hands covering their airways as you plucked the small piece of paper from the petals and read it out loud.

“Peach, can’t wait to milk our deal together. -Cole”

Everyone exchanged glances, disgusted by the weirdly suggestive statement, as you pulled the hydrangeas out of the vase and tossed them into the yard. You peered into the vase and gave it a sniff. In the bottom was a white goop, which you assumed had once been a liquid before a chemical reaction took place.

“He put the flowers in milk…and,” you sniffed again, “lemon juice?”

You fought a gag while you carried the vase out into the yard and did your best to get all the chunks out of it, eventually opting to spray it out with the garden hose. It still was a nice vase.

In your attempts to clean it, though, you knew some of the spoiled milk had splattered back on you and you’d need to get it off as soon as possible. So much for enjoying chocolate milk with Steve, because you were going to remember that smell for months.

You turned off the hose and grabbed the vase, stomping back into the house and slipping off your shoes.

Now frustrated with the situation, even though the mess was partially your fault, you were done. Most of it was probably due to the fact you couldn’t finish sipping the delicious beverage Steve had made for you. You shoved the vase into Steve’s chest and he cradled it with an oof.

“Finish cleaning that. And dump out my glass. I won’t be able to drink milk again for months.” You grumbled, moving towards the steps.

“Where are you going?” You heard behind you.

“To take a shower.” Your head whipped back around.

You continued to stomp up the stairs before gesturing aggressively with your arms above your head. “WHY DO GUYS ALWAYS SEND YOU WEIRD SHIT LIKE THAT!?”

You could hear Steve as you reached the bathroom. “I think I’m gonna need a shower, too, after this.”

Steve and Curtis chatted while they waited for you. “So like, what’s the deal with the trucks?”

Curtis shrugged as he opened the back door for Steve to get in, seeing you coming from the house. “Good for hauling stuff. You’re not gonna see many people out here without trucks, so it’s a good thing your fancy SUV is hidden away.”

Steve nodded, thankful you were on your way to end his awkward conversation-making skills that were not working very well on Curtis. Well, either that, or Curtis wasn’t very talkative, however, he never saw that same issue when you were around.

After a nice long, hot shower to remove the scent, you were relaxed and ready to go. Steve could smell your perfume, causing him to smile to himself.

Curtis opened the passenger door for you to hop in, and the two of you talked in the front seat on the way over as Steve sat in the back, watching and listening.

After spending hours at the bar, you were standing near the edge of the dance floor, chatting with Bee.

“So what do you think of him?” She tilted her head to gesture toward the blonde, wearing a hat that looked entirely too good on him.

You thought for a second before answering. “He’s a charmer, alright, in a really weird, awkward way. Kinda reserved, but very helpful. I respect it.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” She nudged your shoulder with her own.

“Well hold your horses, there, Honeybee. Some of us need a little more time to see what’s going on under the surface. Not everyone seems to fold so fast like your tall, dark, and handsome Bucket. Steve’s got something to him I just can’t figure out.”

“You will. I’m sure of it. That’s why you’ve got your job and I’ve got mine. You’re meant to be a scientist. An investigator.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

The music began to blare up above your conversation. Well, that’s a familiar tune.

“Oh! You love this one! You remember the dance I showed you in college? I think you’ve got some new guests to teach!”

You looked over to the pool tables to be greeted by Steve’s gaze directed right back at you with a dopey grin. Must be the alcohol, you thought to yourself. Bee had already left your side to go get Bucky.

“Do you want to dance?” You mouthed to him across the bar. He shrugged and mouthed back “I don’t know how.”

You gestured your arm for him to come towards you “I’ll teach you. Come on.”

Steve set down his cue and made his way through the crowd, only able to see your hat through the sea of people. He crouched down to reach your ear so you could hear him in the loud bar. “Don’t make fun of me if it’s bad.”

You laughed and shook your head at him as you set him up to stand in front of you. “No promises,” you yelled back.

Next >

Bonus A/N: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are soooo appreciated.

What do you guys think of Decks? I love imagining her take the vase out to the yard, so fed up with the shenanigans that always happen around Bee.

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All of God's Angels p. 3/5

I think you will like His newest creation, Gabriel mused. I’ve foreseen a challenge for you. An equal. A partner, tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red. // Or Lucifer tries to save a life, and ends up making a deal instead.

All parts up on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800450/chapters/136173307

Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer hadn’t always hated humans. Truth be told, he still didn’t. He was disappointed in their bloody, chaotic, meaningless choices, but he didn’t think they were all bad.

Humans fought. They felt. They changed. They dreamed. Angels, on the other hand, were like static figurines, perfect from inception, nothing but boring old tools meant to forge the Father’s holy vision.

Was it little wonder why he was so drawn to Alastor? On the outside, the demon was everything he despised about humanity. He was cruel and sadistic to the extreme, selfish and cutthroat. Hell had been made to contain sinners like him. He was exactly why Lucifer regretted setting Eve free — the embodiment of greed and pride and pain for the sake of pain.

But he was also everything Lucifer loved about humans. The ingenuity. The ambition. He could sing like the goddamn stars and whip out a sonnet or two after. He was genteel and sophisticated, with a quick wit and a silver tongue sharp enough to cut the Devil. And he was already starting to change – not a lot, not at his core, but the gentle atmosphere of the hotel and Charlie’s endless optimism were softening his hard edges.

A monster and a gentleman. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, for the price of one. Had there ever been a more fascinating man?

He could not die. He could not die. Not now, not when Lucifer had just found him.

But oh, Death was close. Lucifer could feel his scythe trembling nearby, ready to swing. This injury…even in the dim light of the fireflies, he could see it ran to the very heart of Alastor. Literally. His chest gaped open where Adam’s blast had run him through, exposing him down to his very bones and his twitching cardiac muscles. An inch to the left, and he would have never walked away from the battle. An open heart, flayed open for all the world to see!

Good Lord, the strength it must have taken to walk around as if nothing was wrong. Lucifer shuddered, blanching at the mere thought. If their positions had been reversed, would he be able to do such a thing?

(No. He wouldn’t.)

“This isn’t a freak show, my good fellow,” his radio static came from the darkness, somehow, impossibly, still measured and even. “If you’ve got an opinion, now’s the time to share it.”

“Y-y-you–” Lucifer shook his head, annoyed at the stutter. How was he the one showing weakness when Alastor was laid up in bed with his chest carved in half? “It hasssn’t healed at all!”

He stopped abruptly at the hiss and felt his tongue. It was forked. What the Hell? Slowly, he reached up and felt his head…where twin horns protruded from under his hat.

He’d transformed? When?

With an effort, he managed to shrink himself back to his normal shape, puzzled at his complete lack of control. That kind of behavior was unlike him.

“I assumed that’s what you were here for,” came the exasperated reply. “Considering angelic power is your area of expertise, not mine.”

“I’ll need to come closer–”

“No need. You can see perfectly fine from where you are.”

“I can’t help you if I can’t see!” Lucifer snapped.

“Then leave.”

Static and green symbols flashed across the room. The muggy warmth of the bayou turned ice cold as a surge of shadow swept the door open. It banged mournfully on its hinges, letting out a ghostly wail of protest.

Lucifer straightened, feeling his own fire flicker in response. “Do you really want to die so badly? Why are you being so goddamn stubborn?”

“Why. Are. You?”

Twin radio dials lit up the far corner with a hellish red beam. Lucifer could see Alastor’s face in full for the first time – and it scared him.

He wasn’t scared for Alastor. He was scared for himself.

Alastor was grinning. It was the smile of the void, the smile of the shadow and the dark and the monster beneath your bed a second before they struck. It was the smile of a Dealmaker, right before they revealed their hand. Somehow, impossibly, it was Alastor that held all the cards – even though it was Alastor who was knocking on Death’s door.

How? How the Hell was he doing it?

And maybe something was deeply wrong with Lucifer, but he found himself leaning forward, a shock of affection washing over his long-dead heart. This was what it meant to be human. This is why he gave Eve the apple.

All that potential. Finally realized.

Then Alastor said it. Those famous last words. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

Lucifer gulped, his heart beating double time. He was sure Alastor could hear it. “A deal? For my soul?” He was torn between laughing incredulously at Alastor’s sheer gall and fighting the urge to finish the job Adam had started. Did he even have a soul to give?

(Why was he even considering it?)

“Why no! Why must everyone jump to such severe conclusions?” The fucker sounded downright jolly. “Just a gentleman’s agreement, that’s all. A promise for a promise. No souls involved!”

“And why should I agree to that? I’m trying to help you.”

“Yes, that’s true. But you seem rather…insistent on this healing business. And while I must admit I’m in a hurry to, ah, be whole again – I’m in no hurry to do it your way!”

Lucifer gaped. “You must be joking. You’re bleeding out in front of me!”

“A small miscalculation. I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes before, I assure you.”

Was he bluffing? Was he serious? Try as he might, Lucifer couldn’t get a read on him. Alastor was like this – always half-there, a shadow that flitted away every time he tried to get close, defying reason, defying explanation.

Would he really risk death – just to one up him?

Lucifer didn’t know. And Jesus flipping Christ , why did that excite him so much?

There was no reason for him to play the Radio Demon’s games. He could leave. He could leave right now and he opened his mouth to tell that smug, no-good asshole exactly that –

But what came out of his mouth was, “What kind of a deal?”

The air turned hot and sticky. Shadows swirled around him, barely-there faces licking their chops in anticipation. Alastor’s voice seemed to grow and deepen, his presence so thick it was a wonder Lucifer didn’t choke on it. “Like I said before, just a promise. You get to heal me, and I – well, I haven’t quite decided what I’d like to receive in return.” His smile was neon green and eager. “Perhaps you’ll take a carte blanche?”

The bastard wanted a blank check to cash in on a rainy day. That was dangerous. Lucifer would basically be handing him the keys to the castle. He couldn’t agree to this.

“There must be something you want,” he tried to reason with the beast. “Power? Wealth? Your enemies destroyed, in a matter of seconds?”

But Alastor, that black-hearted creature of the deep, shook his head. “My bargain, my terms, your Majesty . What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

He should leave. He needed to leave . But he could still hear Alastor’s lifeblood drip drip dripping away on the floorboards – see every beat of the man’s heart pulse against the muggy bayou air – sense Alastor’s power ebbing at the edges, being spun away into nothingness that even his jovial facade couldn’t hide…

Alastor had upped the stakes with his life. And Lucifer wasn’t quite willing to take that wager.

“On one condition. I choose the method of healing. You aren’t allowed to fight me on it.”

Alastor pondered those terms for a minute, then held out his hand.

“We have a deal.”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #appleradio #lucifer x alastor #alastor x lucifer #duckiedeer #radio demon #platonic romance

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college has taken up the bulk of my time, so i don't know when or if i will ever write this fic idea in full, but the idea has been spinning in my head for a long time... it's written in a longform, train-of-thought, imagines way, but it got longer than expected!

mostly platonic liu kang and reader with some liutana and kitana x reader under the cut

Being friendly rivals with Liu Kang. You both want to see the other succeed, but you also compete to each other's betterment. Liu Kang may be the "Chosen One," but you won't allow yourself to be overlooked! It's not like you want to take his title, no, no, no! You want to prove to everybody, including him, that the idea of a "chosen one" is stupid. An idea that stemmed from observing him and realising how isolated he was because he was "chosen" by gods, you've taken it upon yourself to prove that burdens need not fall onto the shoulders of an exceptional, talented few. He always has his plate full, so why not steal something off of it. If you can't flip the table, you can at least make the meal more digestible. You hate to see a person forced to bite off more than they can chew, and Kung Lao is a good companion, but you get the feeling that the chip on his shoulder has put you on different trajectories when it comes to competing with Liu Kang.

Perhaps it is because of an upbringing that severely alienated him from his peers, but you realised early on that Liu Kang struggled to pursue relationships. Sincere as he is with others, he is more than content for others to approach him than the other way around. A little withdrawn and always somewhat preoccupied, the Chosen One is like a firefly. You have to catch it in your hands to halt it, but it rarely chooses to land on its own.

That's why, when Kitana entered the picture, you knew he was likely to doom himself.

You couldn't speak for him, but the Edenian princess blew you away at first sight. Though he didn't admit it, you knew she had the same affect on him. As easy as it would be to leave him to his in the dust before he realises that there's a race, you declare yourself his love rival and wait for him to make the first move as a courtesy. Regardless of how things turn out, you both promise to bow out and support the one who earns her affections.

It does hurt when Liu Kang, against what you always thought of him, catches Kitana's affections by a landslide. As unexpected as it is, you can at least commend him- and hey, he deserves that little bit of personal happiness with all the other things he deals with. And it's clear that Liu Kang can tell you're upset, but you're proud of him for not backing down or expressing remorse for your bruised heart.

At least it isn't as humiliating as you thought it might be. Liu Kang is a good person. He's considerate after the fact and gives the topic of romance a wide breadth when spending time with you. Things are mostly normal. Sure, the odd intrusive thought about the couple enters your head and sours your mood, but you just need time to move on. Maybe in a while, you'll find a new love. Maybe you'll commit to celibacy, or maybe something completely left field will happen. Though things would have normally gone like that, the strange, universe bending entity by the name of Kronika erases the future and all of its possibilities. In its place, she presents a bleak future where your loved ones are warmongers, and your only choice is to accept that you don't get a future at all.

As Charon's ships prepare to dock, Liu Kang tells you that you should tie up loose ends. You know what he means, and though it almost feels like an insult to have a newly born god tell you to fruitlessly profess your feelings for his partner, you know that he means well. You understand that this is probably the end even if the idea of dying hasn't crossed your mind. That intuition clears your mind and allows you to shed your inhibitions.

"I can see why Liu Kang holds you in such high regard. You have admirable character."

That was the only thing that stood out from Kitana's response. It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. Being let down so gracefully by a woman of her standing is pretty much an honour. And the end is near. And you got to say your piece without committing any transgressions. So that's that, as far as you are concerned. You make sure to tell Liu Kang that much while standing at the entrance of Kronika's keep. The last exchange you have with Kitana is a quick glance while Liu Kang destroys the door. She catches it out of the corner of her eye, and though she doesn't turn towards you, she acknowledges you with an affirming nod.

When deciding how to craft the New Era, Liu Kang briefly considered making Kitana your destiny, and you hers. Earnestly wishing for your happiness in the next life, he thought of giving you everything that he was not afforded for his own love. Just as he began to spin that thread of fate, your defiant words rang in his ears.

"You shouldn't let the gods have that much say over you. If you say no, I'll be right there with you to back you up! Gods aren't the ones who have to suffer the consequences anyways."

Your judgement of the gods was a little off the mark, but the wholehearted belief in mortal agency struck Liu Kang's core. If you knew what he originally planned, he was sure you would complain about it, so he erased the sketch and started over.

In the New Era, you kept that attitude. Raiden didn't have the right personality to engage with your challenges. It made Liu Kang a little happy to know that, though he filled his old role with Raiden, you two didn't have the same bond. Of course, you weren't Liu Kang's rival this time. The ambivalent, borderline suspicious attitude you gave the God of Fire would have stung more if he wasn't expecting it.

During the banquet, your seat was up next to his. You poke at your food and watch Johnny flirt with the younger Edenian princess. The icy expression on your face makes Liu Kang thankful that he never tried courting Kitana in your presence during the previous era.

"It is not like you to be daunted by something like that," he breaks you out of your ruminations with subtle encouragement. Your shock transforms into mild agitation. As you consider telling him not to meddle in things he has no business in, he smiles, somewhat slyly, and says, "You are not the kind of person who leaves things unchallenged."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #kitana x reader #liutana #liu kang #mk1 #mk11 #ahhh alternatively.... kitana has two hands. but this idea and storyline is fun to explore #this is messy messy messy but i wanted to get it out of my head and put the idea out there #i dont know when i'll write a proper longform real fic though. i took two writing-heavy classes and two science lecture-lab courses...#this semester i'm even more busy busy busy HAHA

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Christmas Ghouls 4/10

WC: 1035

Relationship: Dewdrop & Aether

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Katie @respite-ghoul <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop sighed, stretching out as he was slowly waking up. It was pleasantly warm all around, something he didn’t have a chance to feel that often with his element causing him to always be hot. He snuggled further into that nice warmth, tightening his arms where they were wrapped around Aether with a purr, rubbing his cheek all over his mate’s chest.

The quintessence ghoul grumbled quietly and squirmed a bit himself, waking up, as he lovingly crashed Dewdrop’s small body to his much bigger frame. “Mmm… g’mornin’, firefly.”

“Mornin’,” Dewdrop mumbled into Aether’s skin, muffled by his pecs.

“Merry Christmas,” he added, making the fire ghoul groan.

“You know I hate it,” Dewdrop admitted. Again.

“I know,” Aether chuckled and leaned down to place a little kiss between his mate’s ivory horns, “but you know I love it, and guess what?”

“What?”

“I also love you, and Christmas is about spending time with your loved ones.” The bigger ghoul stretched and sat up against the headboard of their bed, scoffing at Dewdrop’s pretentious eye roll.

“You could at least call it Yule or something,” he purred, nosing at Aether’s belly now that he’d shifted, “we're literally demons from hell serving the Devil.”

“It’s cute.” The fire ghoul was opening his mouth to argue again, but before he could– “And there’s presents.”

Dewdrop perked up at that. He wasn’t greedy, but little gifts and trinkets from his mates were important and cherished by him as tokens of their love for him. Something he still couldn’t believe sometimes.

“You got me something?” his eyes lit up.

“Of course I did,” Aether smiled kindly. He tangled his fingers in Dewdrop’s golden hair, cupping the back of his head as he brought the ghoul to rest his head on his thigh. He pulled a loud purr from him when he started scratching lightly at his scalp. “Like every damn year since we got summoned.”

“You didn–”

“I didn’t have to, yeah, I know,” Aether cut him off. “You telling me that is also something that happens every damn year since we got summoned. And yet you always get me something too.”

“Got me there,” Dewdrop sighed, thankful that he was facing away from Aether at the moment. He couldn’t see his blush that way, but they knew each other too well for that. Aether could picture it perfectly in his mind.

“Come on, everyone knows you're a softie. Don’t gotta hide. Especially not from me.”

“Mhm…” the fire ghoul hummed and silence fell, interrupted only by his gentle purring. They didn’t have to get up yet, or at all, and it was a nice morning, perfect to spend lounging in bed. Aether seemed to agree, continuing to absentmindedly run his fingers through Dewdrop’s hair and give him scritches now and then.

It’s been either five minutes or five hours before someone spoke or moved again.

“Gotta let me up, firefly, I need to piss,” Aether laughed when his movement caused Dewdrop to whine and grumble. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Extremely reluctant, but he let him go. The fire ghoul sprawled himself out in the, now empty, nest like a starfish, waiting for Aether to disappear in the bathroom. Once he did and the door has been shut, Dewdrop jumped up, running to dig through his stuff for the hidden gift he had prepared for Aether. He dug out the little red box and threw himself back onto the bed to settle and act unbothered before Aether would come back out.

A little ball of anxiety settled in Dewdrop’s chest as he waited, like every time he was to gift someone something. There was always so many doubts, was it stupid, would they like it, was it enough, would it–

“Ah, you are a softie, I knew you had something for me, too,” Aether beamed, a big smile splitting his face, fangs on full display. He crawled back into their nest and settled on his knees before Dewdrop.

“Shut up already,” he spat, but he smiled himself, trying his best to hide behind a curtain of hair. It was incredible that something like gift giving still made Dewdrop shy.

At last, the fire ghoul extended a hand with the little box. Aether took it and gently opened it, unwrapping the mysterious item from a thin paper. Once it was out and laid out on his palm his grin only grew.

“One of your bracelets snapped recently,” Dewdrop started explaining, “and I wanted to get you a new one because I know how much you love them, but it’d be pretty boring, so… so I melted my necklace and made it into that.”

Aether froze.

“You… you what?” Did Dewdrop really melt his beloved inverted pentagram to turn it into a simple bracelet for Aether?

“Yeah,” he confirmed simply, shrugging. “I wanted you to have something that was like… like a part of me.”

“Oh, firefly,” Aether sighed, cupping Dewdrop’s cheek and pulling him in for a deep kiss. They got lost in it for a moment, before the bigger ghoul pulled away, just enough to speak, to mumble into his mate’s lips. “We’re such a disgustingly perfect couple, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

Aether giggled and moved back, diving under the bed to dig out a small bag. He all but shoved it into Dewdrop’s hands, barely containing himself from bursting into laughter. The fire ghoul was a bit confused, but peaked into the bag.

When he made out what was inside, he was the one to start laughing.

“No fucking way,” he giggled, putting the bag aside to face plant into Aether’s chest.

“Yeah. Come on, get it out,” Aether encouraged, patting his head.

Dewdrop took it out, running the silver chain between his fingers. “You’re impossible.”

“I melted it with my magic,” the quintessence ghoul confirmed Dewdrop’s suspicion. He could feel him in the necklace. “If it works alright you should always feel me with you.”

“Great, now you’re gonna be even more annoying,” Dewdrop deadpanned but Aether could see the glistening in his eyes. He shook his head and heaved out a sigh, “Merry Christmas, Aeth.”

“I love you, too, firefly.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther

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boybff · 9 months

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wait hiiiii hi hello bestie i didn’t know u like video essays!! i’ve been trying to find more to watch recently, do u have any other recs? about any topic 👀

HIIIIII bestie Robin, are you ready?? After harvesting my Youtube subscription and liked video lists here is what I have compiled. I'm gonna put my current top 5 video recommendations and then the rest of the list, under the cut, is organized by creator.

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

CHANNELS

biz barclay - hilarious, brilliant, my best friend who drinks wine and weaves me long insightful stories while sitting on the dresser or in the bathtub. The vast amount of knowledge, historical

understanding snapewives: religion, fandom, sociology, & erotica

Goncharov (1973) video essay

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Xiran Jay Zhao - Author of one of my FAVE YA novels, “Iron Widow” (which is a MUST read). I always want more avatar content that focuses on cultural inspirations from trusted sources. Xiran taught me so much about the avatar universe I already loved as well as valuable critiques. They also do retellings of historical events such as- Bisexual Han Dynasty Emperors and Forgotten Warrior Queen - Fu Hao.

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 2 - Earth

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 3 - Fire

Fundie Fridays - Jen, a leftist queer feminist, and her husband James examine different aspects of Christian fundamentalism, American conservative politics and pop culture. She has remade a lot of her older videos so make sure to watch the updated versions! She was also featured in the Amazon docuseries “Shiny Happy People” which I would HIGHLY recommend.

Vacation Bible School of Rock (3 part video series History of Contemporary Christian Music)

Ken Ham’s Creation Museum & Ark Encounter

Ask a Mortician - Caitlin Doughty!!! The adult Wednesday Addams we should have got. So compassionate, informed, and moving!! I love her work and she has taught me so much about what it means to have a relationship with death and grief. Her work deals with heavy topics and you can tell she does this work from a deeply respectful, informed place.

The Lake That Never Gives Up Her Dead

Let’s Visit the Churches Made of Human Skulls

Why are Black and White Funeral Homes STILL Separate? With Dr. Kami Fletcher

Iconic Corpse Series

Princess Weekes - Nuanced video essays on pop culture, race, feminism, and other social issues. Takes time to break down complex concepts, their origins and material consequences. The essay on confederate vampires and the connection later made to sci-fi media like Firefly were so paradigm shifting to me!

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The Magical Negroes of Stephen King

Ro Ramdin - Poetic, biting, and introspective essays on pop culture.

Do Celebrities Hate Their Fans? (Doja Cat, Frank Ocean)

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

DefunctLand- History of extinct theme parks and themed entertainment experiences.

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Disney Channel’s Theme: A History Mystery

Mina Le - Fashion, movies and pop culture

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO UGLY: The Curse of Modernism

FAIRYTALE COSTUMES: it’s giving renfaire but why?

Quinton Reviews - Extensive videos covering niche topics, most popular for Nickelodeon deep dive retrospectives.

How Documentaries Lie to You

The ICarly/Victorious Saga Playlist

TheEpicNate315 - yea i fucking love endless hours of useless skyrim lore because the conspiracies are so deep and I have to do 0 of the research to get all of the information years of scouts worked to piece together!

The Skyrim Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 4)

The Fallout Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 2, incomplete series)

Mike’s Mic - Silly, goofy, and thorough breakdowns of nostalgic TV shows

Any of his unhinged recaps - LOST, Pretty Little Liars, Glee

Tiffanyferg - Media criticism and commentary

Internet Analysis Series

Zoë Ligon - sex educator, artist, and writer, who also owns SpectrumBoutique.com, a health and education oriented sex toy store. Such a special place in my heart for her!! Her bondage mini-documentary with Midori was so touching.

Sex Stuff | Japanese Rope Bondage with Midori

Channels Newer to Me

Broey Deschanel - a mixture of film analyses, retrospectives, politics and just absolutely overthinking anything to do with pop culture

Elvis (2022) and the Utter Mediocrity of Biopics

Meeptop - rambling about movies and stuff

Who is Dahmer Even Made For?

LadyJenevia - discussing entertainment media content including films, television series, etc. Expect to find reviews of recent cinematic releases, video essays on older releases, and interviews with talent from the film/television industry

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery and The Art of Hiding in Plain Sight (Netflix Review/Video Essay)

As a disclaimer, I am not endorsing any creator fully and if you see someone you think I should not promote please reach out to me so I can edit this list. As a general rule of thumb the more I had to write about someone, the more informed the recommendation.

#if you read/watch this monster list thank you and I hope you enjoy!!#you can really see my niche interests displayed here lmao #send me asks if you have questions! or have recommendations for me!!#boybff reccomendations #video analysis #video essay reccomendations #video essay #YouTube recommendations

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thatwriterchick222 · 3 months

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lost inhibitions (pov!joel x tess)

summary: When Joel met Tess, it was a punch to the gut. At first, they hated each other. Getting off on the wrong foot, meeting in a quarantine zone, her rather bossy and irritable demeanor… it was bound to scare a man off.

But there was just something about her.

His first mistake was getting drunk with her one night.

It all happened so fast. The liquor burned its way down Joel’s throat, and soon enough they were both saying things they shouldn’t and laughing about it.

Then, Tess’s hand was on his arm. And then it was on his chest, and this his face, and in his hair. It happened so fast. In a blur of alcohol and false hope, their pure disparity unleashed itself.

a/n: this is just my own little drabble about how i think joel and tess's romance began, told from joel's pov. i've always been intrigued by joel and tess because the game gives us just enough to know that they're romantically involved, but also doesn't show any onscreen affection outright (except for maybe the face grab at the very beginning and some hints in the dialogue).

also, i don't know if there's any confirmation about whether or not tommy and tess actually knew each other, so for the sake of this fanfic i'm assuming that tommy joined the boston qz with joel and then ended up leaving to join the fireflies.

anyway, i enjoyed exploring them and imagining how joel, so hardened by everything that happened, ended up falling for her...

hope you all enjoy!

TW: suicidal ideation

NSFW under the cut ;)))))))

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When Joel met Tess, it was a punch to the gut. Years upon years of holding guilt and pain inside and locking it away… and here was this woman. A woman, who in a few months, made him feel more than he had felt in at least a decade.

At first, they hated each other. Getting off on the wrong foot, meeting in a quarantine zone, her rather bossy and irritable demeanor… it was bound to scare a man off.

But there was just something about her.

Maybe she reminded him of his ex-wife. Maybe it was just some uncontrollable lust that he needed to feel for once, after years of not so much as getting his rocks off alone. He was reppressed, in every meaning of the word. He suppressed his sadness, his shame, his guilt, his happiness, and his sexuality. Because one thing he knew for sure was that this far along if he let himself feel anything, he would feel everything.

And she drew something out of him without even meaning to. Slowly, they became accustomed to each other’s instabilities. Joel grew strangely fond of her curtness, and she seemed to enjoy his gruff exterior. They played together well. She could make an off-handed comment about him and he could grumble about it. It just worked, somehow.

But Joel swore never to open himself up again. So they stayed like this, a fine balancing act between caring a bit too much for each other while also not caring as much as both of them needed. Despite Joel’s frightening romantic feelings, he kept quiet about it. They didn’t do anything. And they both seemed satisfied with their companionship.

That was until Tommy left. Joined the Fireflies, to be exact. Joel wanted to kick himself for not catching on sooner. But, one morning, he woke up to find a note.

And that was that. The one person Joel had trusted with everything, a man who was there with him since day one, someone who knew what had happened and allowed him to never talk about it again– not for a lack of trying– was gone.

So Tess was all he had. Not that he was mad about that.

His first mistake was getting drunk with her one night. She had smuggled some old booze from a guy and suggested that the both of them start smuggling more in, along with some pills to sell for ration cards.

It all happened so fast. The liquor burned its way down Joel’s throat, and soon enough they were both saying things they shouldn’t have been and laughing about it.

Then, Tess’s hand was on his arm. And then it was on his chest, and this his face, and in his hair. It happened so fast. In a blur of alcohol and false hope, their pure disparity unleashed itself.

And soon they were kissing, messily, sloppily, not even caring whether or not what they were doing was sane or attractive. It was pure animal, whatever they were feeling. She smelled so good and sweaty and dirty, and it sent Joel into overdrive. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths and Joel realized that he had nearly forgotten how to kiss, but it was too late because they realized there was no need for kissing, and she was reaching for his belt.

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#the last of us #joel miller #joel tlou #joel x tess #pov joel miller #joel and tess #tlou fanfiction #joel needs a hug #drinking #roughfuck

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I do love the way Renfield manages Seward

"I had to go and see my.. patient" WHY THE PAUSE

everyone wants to meet Renfield! I sure do wish everyone actually got to (Jonathan glitch so annoying here)

"By the way... you have not introduced me." I love his line delivery. EVERY TIME.

there's nothing odd about introducing him at all Seward! stop it!

Oh man, Arthur's probably tearing up hearing his dad praised

Renfield's manners are so nice when he wants them to be

Oh man the edge of repressed urgency in Renfield's voice when he's talking about "here--now--" etc. He's trying so hard to get the urgency of his message across but also not to be too intensely pleading or vehement lest he come across as mad when he's very deliberately trying to appear extremely sane. It's such a tightrope

"Then I suppose I must only.. shift... my ground of request." Oh man this line is so sad.

HE'S TRYING SO HARD. The little almost shake on "they are good ones" auughhh

"I had a growing conviction that this sudden change of his entire intellectual method was but yet another form or phase of his madness," and there it is, exactly what he feared. he showed emotion and Seward immediately went 'oh well there's the madness'

he can't speak. he can't speak! aghhhhhhh

"if I were free to speak I should not hesitate a moment; but I am not my own master in the matter." HE IS HINTING TO YOU WHAT HE CAN LET SLIP.

"As he saw that the very excess of his emotion was militating against him, by restoring us more to our old relations, he became still more demonstrative." I HATE THIS

and he doesn't know what else to do, he's tried being reasonable, being clever, being genuinely emotional, none of it works, so he cries and begs and that fails too

the music when he says "I did what I could to convince you tonight" and the WAY he says that

Quincey speaking for Renfield is nice. I wish it changed matters.

Seward making the connection to "master" but not in the way Renfield was trying to get him to

ART. I know what you're up to and I love you for it. I imagine he slipped away as soon as Jack mentioned Dracula having 'wolves and rats' (though of course he had to prepare for this earlier by bringing them here)

van Helsing moving to protect Jonathan first with the crucifix, flowers, lamp, wafer, is so sweet. Sure, he's closest, but also... he's been preyed upon by this particular vampire before, and perhaps might need the protection all the more if he's recognized.

everyone shrinking back at first!

I imagine Jonathan watching the lock very closely as van Helsing tries it

oof, Jonathan's voice shaking a little on "grim surroundings" and "just as I felt myself doing". Also him kind of rushing and pausing in his speech... he's so tense and trying so hard to keep it together

Footsteps in the dust? Is that the workers bringing boxes in... or Dracula setting a trap? after all, he doesn't leave footprints

everyone choking up and saying like "oh great god" in disgust at the smell is so funny

meanwhile Jonathan is disgusted but recognizes it

"corruption had, itself, become corrupt" I looove the way he says this line

Jonathan's panic at noticing Dracula in the hallway! Also I love so much that he and Arthur both spot him... even if they dismiss the idea

ART'S BIG HERO MOMENT (again)

the skittery rat noises are so fun.

"They seemed to swarm over the place all at once, till the lamplight, shining on their moving dark bodies and glittering, baleful eyes, made the place look like a bank of earth set with fireflies." NOT fun. such a creepy image

Art hand-delivering his dogs to do their rat-murder <3

the dog noises are altogether cuter than I expected. Like I anticipated cuteness but also violent snarls but nah they're just having fun here

stop congratulating yourself on leaving Mina out ughhh

van Helsing saying "for the stake of human souls" feels very intentional...

"needless thoughts of pain" is SUCH an interesting (frustrating) thing for Jonathan to think, given all his experiences.

"It is too great a strain for a woman to bear. I did not think so at first, but I know better now." BOOO don't do it Jonathan don't let yourself be convinced

ughhh

Jonathan don't sleep on a sofa, only bad things happen when you do!

"for a few seconds she did not recognize me, but looked at me with a sort of blank terror," oh god

and van Helsing is still up before otheres. when does this man REST

"When our sane and learned lunatic made that very statement of how he used to consume life, his mouth was actually nauseous with the flies and spiders which he had eaten just before Mrs. Harker entered the room." and what about it. he had finished eating them when he said it. he never specified how long ago he used to eat them.

Renfield dissing van Helsing to his face is excellent. I absoluetley love the delivery of "I wish you would take yourself and your idiotic brain theories... somewhere else."

stop congratulating yourself on leaving Mina out!!!!

god, Mina sound so sad about Jonathan not confiding in her. It's hurting them both, but her so muchhhhh I hate it. SHE'S CRYING ABOUT IT

Mina determined to keep her journal for Jonathan to read while knowing he is hiding things from her is so sad

no no no no no honey don't you dare blame yourself, no no... god the way her voice rushes through all the blame and then just breaks down into sobs I HATE IT

oh god Mina hearing the dogs and Renfield :( oh god oh god it's SO AWFUL to hear the muffled yells

Mina's 'nightmare' is so damn scary

"(It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.)" the way she tries to drag herself out of her terror at the memory and convince herself it's nothing, but it doesn't work and she sinks back in to the nightmare

Mina realized but it was too late and then she dismissed it in the morning. god. I hate it.

"The very prospect of beer which my expected coming had opened to him had proved too much, and he had begun too early on his expected debauch." oh my goddddd

Jonathan figuring out that Dracula is trying to spread out his boxes!

I love Smollet, such a reliable guy

Jonathan letting the kid keep the change. :)

Jonathan instantly recognizing that Mina has been crying

OH MAN the way he is SO hesitant and working himself up SO much to try and keep quiet to her still

"It is better to be disappointed and worried in such a way now than to have her nerve broken." especially makes me sad. he doesn't want her to break like he did

Renfield making references that go over Seward's head and embarrass him <3

so then he gets stern and distressed Renfield

OH the way he says "like you Dr. Seward" is so creepy. and the following line as well!

"Ordinarily I would not have come without special reason," you LIAR you are always running after him to see what he's up to

"Renfield might not speak so freely before a third person as when he and I were alone." literally yesterday you were astounded at him talking better to all third parties than to you. is this genuine or just possessive?

"to "be cruel only to be kind." dammit now the song is in my head

"I thought I would enter into his mind as well as I could and go with him" you are not the best at that Seward. I can think of others who are much better.

augh I have many feelings about Renfield.

Seward seems so scared of him, or at least SO ready with the straighjacket. I hate it, especially when he was pushing him to try and stress him out in the first place

THE MUSIC when Seward realizes Dracula has seen Renfield

Renfield's song is killing meee

ahh, I see the timetraveling mail has been discreetly fixed in the podcast. definitely a more haunting not to end on with Renfield singing

#dracula daily #re: dracula #renfield #jack seward #mina murray #jonathan harker #arthur holmwood

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Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale (Part 4 - Final Part)

Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!

A/N: this is a mystery series, so please when you comment or reblog please put spoilers under the cut using the read more function! This also means I won't be responding to comments straight away!

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The week leading up to your wedding had been stressful, to say the least. Everything seemed to run at a million miles per hour and you were only just keeping your head above water. You wanted to just call the whole thing off so you could get a chance to breathe but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go through with this, for Harlan, for Ransom.

The stress was clearly getting to Ransom too, he was becoming more erratic, and he was always pacing and muttering under his breath. His temper had been much shorter too, sometimes lashing out. He’d always make sure to make up for it though, showering you with love and affection.

You always forgave him, even if you didn't really want to. He was stressed, you were stressed, it was only natural that you would argue. You had learnt not to bring certain things up though, like your memory.

You had questioned him about who Andy was, you assumed it was someone you knew before you’d met Ransom. But Ransom explains how it was actually a nickname for him. You had gotten drunk one night and called him Randy, and it stuck, your friends even called him it and you must have just misheard it as Andy in your dream.

You believed it, because it kinda made sense. Your friend in the memory had clearly been teasing Ransom so calling him by a nickname would fit. Although you had noticed Ransom’s behaviour had changed from that point onwards, you just put it down to his stress and worry over Harlan.

Tomorrow was your wedding day, so today you were going over every last detail making sure everything was in place.

“Kitten I’m just heading out to pick something up,” Ransom says walking into the living room, shrugging on his long camel coat.

“Oh okay, hey um I was thinking of maybe going and visiting Harlan, see how he’s doing, I can call an uber or something,” you say looking up at him.

“No” Ransom states catching you off guard.

“W-what? Why?” you ask shaking your head in confusion.

Ransom lets out a small sigh, his face softening slightly “he doesn't have a lot of energy at the moment, we don’t want to tire him out so he can’t make it to the wedding tomorrow” he explains.

“Oh right, yes okay that makes sense” you mutter glancing down in disappointment.

“I’m sorry kitten, but we’ll see him tomorrow,” Ransom says gently, stepping closer to put his hand on your shoulder.

“I know, I hope he feels better soon, I’d hate to lose him” you sigh looking up at him.

“Me too, I better go otherwise I’ll be late, see you later kitten” Ransom smiles leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, lingering slightly before pulling away, his hands moving to his coat pockets.

“See you later” you smile watching as he goes.

Once he was gone you slumped back on the couch, letting out a long sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the house felt even more deafening, your brain instantly running a million miles per hour, so fast you couldn't even try to work out what it was thinking. Rubbing your forehead you look back down your eyes focusing on the TV and the unit it was on, spotting the TV remote hidden at the very back.

“So that’s where it’s kept” you mutter standing up from your spot on the couch.

Reaching into the unit you grab the TV remote and turn it on, finding a sitcom that you could stick on in the background.

For the next couple of hours, you worked through all the wedding details, making sure everything was set. Thankfully it didn't take as long as you thought meaning you could relax. You knew Ransom said not to visit Harlan, but he didn't say you couldn’t call Marta and find out how he was doing.

You reach out to where you left your phone and frown when it wasn't where it should be “that’s weird, where’d it go” you mutter.

You start lifting up all the different cushions and blankets looking for it. You even looked through the large stack of paper that was on the coffee table. When you still couldn't find it you stood up and started searching the couch properly, maybe it had slipped down the side.

You were standing behind the couch checking underneath the couch when you heard the TV play the news bulletin noise. You paid little attention to it as the news anchors started reading out the news.

“Now to our main story, it has been close to 4 months since the disappearance of Y/N Y/L/N, today the police held another press conference with her friends and family appealing for more information from the public” the news anchor announces catching your attention.

Standing up from behind the couch you start watching the TV, first, they show interviews with police and recount the story of the woman’s disappearance. It’s when they cut to the press conference that your breath catches because you recognise everyone.

You could see the man you had seen in your dream the one with short fluffy hair. You saw your parents, the people Ransom had told you had died years ago.

You felt a sharp stabbing sensation in your head making you wince, this didn't make sense. These people couldn't be who you thought they were. They had to just be people who looked like Ransom, and your parents.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” one of the press called out.

The man you thought was Ransom nodded “yes” he mutters “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” the man says his voice breaking as he looks down.

You felt your heart shatter as you watched him, sniffling back the tears you didn't even know were falling. He was completely broken, his skin pale, with dark circles under his eyes.

The news piece finishes with a phone number and a picture of the woman missing.

And it was you.

The stabbing sensation in your mind increased tenfold making you cry out in pain, a bright light exploding behind your eyes, your ears ringing. Suddenly it all went black for a second before memories starts playing out in your mind. This time they were all in order, you could hear and see everything. The last thing you saw was you leaving the house, kissing the man from the conference goodbye and getting in the car.

It then all went quiet.

You slowly opened your eyes hoping your surroundings had changed, but they hadn’t, you were still in Ransom’s house. You had most if not all of your memories back, and Ransom wasn’t your fiance, he was practically a stranger and had been lying to you all this time. Looking down at your left hand you recoiled when saw the ring on your finger, you quickly pulled it off and threw it across the room.

You felt like you were about to be sick, your chest heaving as you began to pace back and forth. You needed to get out of here, now. You needed to get to the police and find help. You had to go before Ransom got home.

You dash out of the living room and had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs when you heard the front door open, making you freeze. You look over your shoulder to see Ransom walking back into the house, he paused when he spotted you on the stairs, his gaze falling on your tear-stained cheeks and fearful eyes.

He let out a long and annoyed sigh his shoulders dropping “you remember don’t you?” he asks.

You couldn't find your voice, you knew you should just say no. Pretend you didn't remember anything and slip out in the middle of the night, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you. So you slowly nodded your head.

He let out a frustrated growl kicking the wall in anger making you flinch “you couldn't just wait a couple of days could you!” he growled.

“Please let me leave” you whisper your voice shaking in fear.

“No, you’re mine now” Ransom barked as he lunged forward to grab you.

You managed to duck out of the way underneath his arm. He was blocking the front door so you made a dash to the kitchen hoping to escape through the backdoor. You had only just gotten halfway across the kitchen when Ransom caught up with you, grabbing your hair and wrenching you backwards making you scream out in pain.

“You are going nowhere, you’re life is better here, better with me!” Ransom snarled in your ear and he pulled you back towards him.

“No, please, please let me go” you cry out wincing in pain.

“Never” he spat.

He began pulling you back out of the kitchen by your hair making you scream in pain, blindly reaching out to grab at anything that you could use. You manage to knock over the knife block, your fingers wrapping around the handle of a knife. You twist in his hold, blindly swinging the knife hoping to catch him and force him to drop you.

He however catches your wrist with his free hand. He wraps his arm around you pulling you into his chest, his grip tightening around your wrist to the point it was painful.

“Drop it” Ransom growls as you struggle against him, legs kicking out, “I said drop it” he yells in your ear, using his strength against you to pull the arm which held the knife down, the blade slicing across your thigh just above the knee.

You scream out in pain your hand dropping the knife, the blade clattering to the floor.

You tried to fight through the pain as Ransom dragged you through the house kicking and screaming. Your voice was hoarse by the time he got up the stairs and threw you into a small dark closet.

“You’ll realise soon enough that I’m the one for you” he spat as he threw you to the floor “and until you do you’ll stay right here”

“Please Ransom- don’t do this” you weep from your crumpled state on the floor.

He doesn't answer, instead, he just slams the door leaving you in complete darkness. You curl up into a ball, all your muscles aching as you wept. You gave yourself a few moments to cry before deciding you couldn’t just give in, if you stayed any longer you had no idea what else Ransom could do to you. You had to get out, you had to survive.

Pushing yourself up to your feet you hobbled over to the door hoping for whatever reason Ransom had left it unlocked. You weren't so lucky. The next thing you did was start searching the closet, hoping to find something you could use as a weapon, anything you could use to fight your way out whenever Ransom returned. But there was nothing except clothes and accessories.

You were about to give up when you heard the sound of birds tweeting outside. Looking up to where the noise was coming from you spot a small beam of light streaming through between the coats. Hobbling your way over you start pulling the coats from the rack and discover a small window. There was no handle to open it but if you broke it, you could probably just about squeeze through.

You instantly start searching for something you could use to break it, the best thing is a pair of Ransom’s dress shoes that had a rock-hard heel. You start slamming it against the window, using as much strength as you could without being too loud.

You were about to give up when finally a crack showed, with renewed energy you slammed the heel of the shoe into the window harder. Finally, it broke and in desperation you broke away the rest of the glass with your hands, wincing when the glass cut scratched and cut your skin.

Grabbing hold of the window you begin the pull yourself up, your muscle shaking and crying out as you did so. Once you were halfway through you could see the flat roof of the garage below meaning you weren't going to have too far of a fall. With one final push, you fell out of the window, you tried to break your fall by putting your hands out but you still fell with a heavy thud.

You wince in pain as you push yourself up, you keep yourself low to avoid being spotted as you survey the roof trying to find a good place to climb down. You finally settle on one corner where there was a bush underneath, it would be a straight drop but at least the bush would break your fall.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself and start climbing down, falling the short distance into the bush below. Moving as quietly as you could you start making your escape. You didn't have Ransom’s car keys so you had to make a run for it and hope you could catch a ride or make it to a police station.

You had only just gotten halfway across the driveway when you heard Ransom yell in anger inside the house. He must have found you had escaped, and now you only had minutes at most until he found you. So you made a run for it.

Ignoring how your limbs screamed in pain you took off down the long driveway towards the main road. Once you finally reached the road you nearly broke down at how quiet it was, there wasn't a car in sight.

You start looking around for a hiding spot but then you heard the sound of an engine. You panic thinking it was Ransom in his beamer coming to get you but then you spot a van approaching from down the road.

You start waving to get its attention but it didn't seem the be slowing so in desperation you step out into the road, right into its path. The van only just breaks in time your hands landing on its hood as it finally stopped.

The man behind the wheel looked back at you in shock as you held your hands out and started moving to the passenger door “help me please help me” you beg as you open the door.

The man who looked like he was in his mid to late twenties nodded slowly, his blue eyes as wide as saucers as he looked at you.

“Thank you,” you say close to tears as you climb into the van “now drive please,” you say as you close the door.

The man nods still in a state of shock but does as you say and pulls away. Slumping back in your seat you take a deep and shaky breath, you did it, you were free.

“Where-” the man starts before clearing his throat “we should get you to a hospital,” he says gripping the steering wheel tightly as he glances over at you, his eyes darting to the large gash on your leg.

“No, no hospitals, I can’t trust them” you state shaking your head, they had been the ones who let you go home with Ransom, they had been in on whatever his plan was.

“I’m sorry but you’re currently bleeding a lot and you look like shit, Mass Gen isn't too far,” the guy says shaking his head.

“No Mass Gen is where I was, they were in on it, I need to go to the police, specifically this police station,” you say grabbing a scrap of paper from the dash and a pen, quickly writing an address, looking over at the man to show him.

The man looks back over at you in confusion but then you see his expression change to one of shock and realisation “HOLY SHIT YOU’RE THE MISSING CHICK!” he exclaims.

Your lips start to quiver and you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying “yes, I am, and the man who took me is after me now” you confirm quietly.

“Shit, fuck, okay police it is then” The man nods putting his foot on the gas, the van speeding up.

“Thank you,” you say you’re voice shaking.

“We need to do something about your leg though, that station is a good drive away and you’re losing a lot of blood,” the man says nodding to your leg.

“We can’t stop, if he sees us he’ll take me back,” you say shaking your head at the idea.

“We won’t just- just hold the wheel for me a second,” the man says nodding to the wheel, your eyes widen in surprise but you do as he says and reach out to grab the wheel.

You keep the van steady as he stretches back and grabs something from the back of the van, he then tossed it at you before sitting back down and taking the wheel.

“It's not a proper tourniquet but it’ll work for now,” he says nodding to the guitar strap he put in your lap “do you know how to use it?” he asks.

“Yeah-yeah- are you a doctor or something?” you ask as you slide the loop of the guitar strap up your leg and tightening it.

“A musician but my dad’s a cop so he made sure I and my sister knew how to do this sort of thing in case of an emergency” the man explains with a sigh “my name’s Colin by the way”

You give him a small smile “thank you Colin” you say as you look over at him.

He gave you a small lopsided smile and then you realised you recognised him, he was the singer from the band you’d seen in the bar with your friends “wait I recognise you” you exclaim.

Colin arches a brow as he glances over at you “you do? But we haven't met before today” he says.

“I saw you performing in a bar, you were really good,” you tell him.

A wide smile breaks out on his face “really? Well I’m always happy to meet a fan” he grins “and I guess it’s also a good thing because you know you can definitely trust me, and you haven't just gotten into a van with another psycho” he chuckles.

You give him a wary look that makes him instantly back peddle “I’m sorry, now it's not the time to joke” he apologises.

“It's okay, I trust you… I think” you say with a forced smile making Colin chuckle.

“I’ll take that” he smirks “now c’mon then let's get you home”

Thankfully you soon arrived outside of the Police station, Colin running around to help you out of the van and into the police station.

“We need help and a medic here please!” he shouted as he helped you limp into the police station.

The two police officers behind the desk freeze in shock when they see you, their eyes widening in shock at the state you were in and in recognition when they realised who you were. The both of them rush to come to help you, one of them grabbing a first aid kit on their way.

They hurried you and Colin into a room, getting you to sit down while they worked on your injuries. As they worked you looked over at Colin sending him a silent plea not to leave you, thankfully he understood and stood by your side, even going as far as to hold your hand the entire time. Something that would have made you cry in relief if you had any tears left to cry.

“This cut is going to need stitches and I think you might have broken your wrist,” the police officer says as she bandages you up “you should have gone straight to a hospital”

“I tried but she refused” Colin explains glancing over at me.

“Mass Gen is where he took me from, they let him take me” you explain stuttering slightly over your words.

The two police officers exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they look back at you “you were abducted? That’s where you’ve been the past couple of months?” the male officer asks.

“Yes- kind of- it's complicated- he- he-” you say struggling to speak as you begin to break down once more, the adrenaline finally leaving your body.

“Hey, hey it's okay you’re safe now” Colin reassures you, squeezing your hand.

“You are, we promise, we won’t let anything happen to you, but we need to get you to a hospital, not Mass Gen, I promise” the female police officer tells you.

“We’ll make sure nothing happens, we’ll have you under guard, but we need to know who to protect you from” the male officer explains.

“Ransom, his name is Ransom Drysdale, you can’t let him find me, or any of his family” you explain, feeling physically sick as you say his name.

The officers exchange another glance before nodding “okay we can do that, now let's get you to the hospital” the female officer tells you.

“Wait! No stop I need him first, I need to see him” you say shaking your head.

The female officer gives you a sympathetic look, knowing who you meant without you even saying his name.

“We’ll call him and let him know, we’ll get him to meet you at the hospital because we need to go now,” she tells you, firm and gentle.

“Thank you, thank you” you mutter shaking your head in relief.

The next hour or so was a complete blur full of doctors, nurses and police officers. It was close to overwhelming, every time I new person entered the room I froze in fear, terrified that this time it would be Ransom. Even though you knew there was a police officer standing guard outside your room the fear never left you.

Your gash had been stitched up and bandaged, your wrist put in a cast, and all the bruises and cuts you had from your struggle to get away had been documented for evidence. You only got a chance to breathe when the doctors finally left you alone to rest.

You were completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you didn't dare shut your eyes. You needed to stay awake and alert for now. So you just lay back staring up at the ceiling, your mind replaying all the memories back to you.

“Where is she!” you heard someone demand outside your room.

You instantly sat up in your bed, eyes trained on the door because you recognised the voice. You waited in anticipation, your chest heaving as seconds ticked by. Finally, after an agonising wait, the door to your room opened and you saw him.

The two of you stared at each other, nobody able to say a single word as you took each other in. He looked tired, his blue eyes scanning over your face and down to all your injuries. He ran a hand down his face shaking his head as he looked at you. You wanted to move but you were completely frozen in place.

“Andy” you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Andy nods his head, not even bothering to hold back his tears “honey” he whispered.

He surged forward, breaking the both of you from your frozen spell. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You clung onto him tightly the both of you breaking down in each other’s arms.

“Fuck honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” Andy muttered shaking his head as he pulled back and cupped your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stutter shaking your head in shame, your fingers wrapping around his wrists.

“No, no, stop, stop that” Andy whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead “you have nothing to apologise for,” he says his warm gentle blue eyes finding yours “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you”

Tears fall down your face, Andy promptly wiping them away with his thumbs “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head.

A small smile breaks out on Andy’s face “me too, so, so much” he smiles leaning down to kiss you.

It was hesitant, to begin with, but you eagerly responded, allowing Andy to kiss you more passionately. Every feeling the both of you had was spoken in that kiss. It just felt so right, it was perfect. You hadn’t realised until this moment why kissing Ransom always felt so odd and wrong, it was because your body knew it wasn't Andy. Your body was made for Andy and no one else.

“Where- where is everyone else?” you ask once you finally broke the kiss.

“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can” your heart swelling at the mention of your friends “your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks.

“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously.

“They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently.

“Oh thank god” you choke out relief taking over you, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself,” a man says stepping into your room “I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case”

“Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands standing up and turning to face the detective, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “we’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you.

You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “yeah… sure” you manage to say looking back over at the detective.

“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you.

“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “it just won’t be easy for you to hear”

Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head before forcing a smile “whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you.

You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready”

Over the next half an hour you recalled everything that happened, from the moment you woke up in the hospital, your time with Ransom, and what happened when you finally got your memories back.

By the time you were finished, you had officially run out of tears. The detective muttered something to you as he left but you didn't hear it, you were focused solely on Andy. He had gone silent and sat in his chair next to you in bed. You could see he was still processing what you had just recounted, every dirty detail.

“Please don’t hate me” you choke out shaking your head.

“No” Andy mutters his voice cracking as he shook his head “no I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand.

“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say struggling to find the words.

“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “it's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises.

“So we’re good?” you ask still uncertain.

“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “you’re home now”

“I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”

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Tobias Mercer - Our Life: Beginnings and Always

An unnecessarily in-depth Info dump about them, their design, and their relationships for each in game step under the cut~!

Full Name: Tobias Elliot Mercer Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Color Scheme: Sunset colors Symbol: Sunflowers, Nurse Sharks Overall Theme: Loneliness and Chronic Illness

Whew okay now for the real stuff.

*Disclaimer: A lot of this stuff regarding Tobias being nonverbal and chronically ill is creative liberty as there's no real way to represent that in game*

Step 1!

Tobias was a quiet, shy child. They often go non-verbal and use sign language or a notebook to communicate, but that doesn't stop them from exploring the neighborhood and spending time on the beach. They like to draw, paint, and collect shells.

Tobias tends to spend a lot of time by themself. They don't really mind this, since talking to people is stressful and its much nicer to just do their own thing without needing to explain it. When something fun or cool happens, then the loneliness creeps in and makes them sad that no one is around to share it with them, but for the most part Tobias just accepts it.

They don't get along great with Shiloh and they're kinda jealous over his attachment to Lizzie, because that's their sister. Back off, hat boy. Tobias still does their best to be as kind to him as they can manage because they do get the sense that there is something going on there. They may not like it but they were raised to be nice in the face of such things.

They weren't sure how to feel about Cove at first, because a crying stranger showing up behind their house was... interesting... They find him a bit weird and self-centered, but cut him a lot of slack for the difficult time he's going through. As Tobias makes space for him in their life, the two of them start to get along more and more. First bonding over the beach, fireflies, collecting sea shells, it began to grow from there. He did terrify them when he tried to run away, but they recovered. It means a lot to them that they're no longer the odd one out when Shiloh visits, even if they hate that Lizzie and Cove argue.

Overall in Step 1 Tobias is just going with the flow, quiet and creative, with their new friend across the street. Their color scheme is very light in this step, primarily white and yellow as opposed to the full sunset spectrum. They wear a lot of busy sunflower patterned pieces at this stage.

Step 2!

About a year prior to the events of step 2 in game, Tobias suffered a severe seizure that left them in pretty bad condition for a few days. They suffered numbness and lack of motor control for an extended period after this. This caused a bit of a rift between Tobias and Elizabeth, as their sister wasn't a fan of needing to stay back to watch them while their moms were at work. Tobias tries to be forgiving of Elizabeth sneaking off but it has put tension on their relationship. At least Derek and Cove were there to keep them company.

The whole situation was a crippling blow to Tobias's esteem and relationship with their own body. Their anxiety worsened and they lost a lot of their confidence that they would be able to do most activities. After this they became very closed off and wouldn't accept a lot of physical affection like they used too. They go nonverbal more and more, and wear baggy clothes to hide their form. They also refused to let anyone else touch their hair, so it's grown out and covers their face a lot. They don't like that it touches their face but also can't bring themself to cut it.

This has made their sense of loneliness far worse, even when there are other people around. They constantly feel like there is an invisible bubble around them, keeping other people away and stopping them from fully reaching back out. Tobias just feels like a ghost, like one day all of their friends are just going to pass through them.

At the time of step 2, they're a bit more open to being touched and more open about their feelings, but still struggling overall. They dislike surprises and sudden change, and have gotten incredibly defensive over themself and their friends. Elizabeth likes to call it their "No Mercy Mercer" mode. This does not go well with Jeremy as you can imagine.

The biggest change to their hobbies is that they've become pretty good at sculpting and really enjoy it. Elizabeth bought them a bunch of air dry clay as a peace offering during their tense relationship to help Tobias work on fine motor control and ever since then Tobias has been experimenting with different materials and builds.

They're also very aware that they have feelings for Cove, but don't feel ready to do anything about it at this point in their life. They take a lot of shelter in their friendship with him and Derek and don't want to mess anything up. Being around Cove is natural and feels safe, aside from the relentless teasing from their family. When it's just the two of them, surfing, hanging out at the beach or hiding away in Tobias's room, they feel the most centered.

Derek is their best friend, and they feel a lot less pressure when they're around him as opposed to Cove. Everyone always teases them whenever Tobias and Cove are together, and that's started to really get to their head. With Derek they don't have to deal with any of that, and he's so easy to be around, even if his self-sacrificing nature makes them want to pull out their hair. It's one of the only things the two of them butt heads on, and one of the few things Tobias refuses to back down about.

Step 2 Tobias muddles by with their head just barely above water. In contrast to the light colors of Step 1, in step 2 they dress in dark shades of purple and black, often with only a singular sunflower at the peak of their loneliness.

Step 3!

Step 3 marks the middle of Tobias finding their footing once more. It's the season of learning to take care of yourself. Where they were scared of their body giving out at any time when they were younger, now they try to take everything in stride and not let it hold them back. This can swing either way, either they end up doing something reckless or they do let fear get the better of them, but they're working on it. They still have smaller seizures at times, but are getting better at feeling them coming. They got a nurse shark tattoo to help reclaim their own body (after much fighting with their mothers), cut their hair, and set off.

They still have anxiety and go non-verbal, but they're much more adept at asking for help or space when they need it. They still don't enjoy sudden change and when they have a plan they stick to it. As for their loneliness, it still rears it head far more than they would like, but Tobias has had a significant change of mindset regarding this: They don't want anyone to ever feel as lonely as they did. They hold their friends and family close and take extra good care of them, and reach out to people who seem to be shrinking away (looking at you Derek ;~;). This really started as they got closer with Miranda and Terri. Their relationship with Liz is better than ever, and Tobias has always been very close to Lee. Things aren't perfect, but it's a start.

No Mercy Mercer still shows its head, particularly around Shiloh in this step. If you manage to piss Tobias off enough that they go No Mercy on you, its near impossible to get back in their good graces.

Tobias and Cove have been dating for about a year at this point, and it was a very smooth transition. A lot of the “will they, won't they” tension is gone between them, though the teasing remains a bit of a sticking point of annoyance for Tobias. Cove remains a safe haven in the general stress of the world, and the feeling is mutual. The future causes both of them a lot of anxiety, but its relieving to know that they have each other.

Tobias and Terry get along like a house on fire. It's not a friendship that everyone expected, with Terry being so loud and energetic while Tobias is very grounded, but that's what makes them click. Terry helps them have fun and step out of their isolation bubble and Tobias helps keep Terry from burning herself out. Tobias finds her incredibly obvious crush on Miranda very funny and very adorable, but doesn't want to tease her since they don't like being teased on their own relationship.

Outwardly, Tobias and Miranda don't seem to mesh well, but that's just because they tend to be quiet around each other. In actuality, they get along great and love to hang out, they just do it quietly... Tobias is also protective of Miranda, since she got a lot of teasing for being childish and Tobias would scare people away from her at school. They're very close friends, its just quieter than their relationship with Terry.

Baxter.... Baxter, Baxter, BAXTER. Tobias was intrigued by him at their first meeting and was determined to get to know him. They liked that he was so different from their friends, so unrelated to the ocean and living in a beach town, and showed them different things to do in the area. They got along really well, both liking similar things and enjoying being along for the ride. The more they learned about him, the more they started to understand, and the more worried they got about the impending end of his time in Sunset Bird. He was a direct challenge to their desire to make sure no one else is lonely, and challenge them he did. In the end, they let him go without a fight, but instead with a smile. That didn't stop it from hurting, and continuing to hurt.

Step 3 Tobias is at the edge of a precipice, and there have been quite a few stumbles along the way but they soldier on. Their color scheme in step 3 is the full range of sunset colors but much brighter with sunflower detailing in response to them taking their loneliness and reaching out.

Step 4!

Step 4 Tobias is exactly where they want to be. A successful freelance artist, engaged to Cove, and more at ease in their body and mind. Somethings remains the same, they still have anxiety, go nonverbal, and have minor seizures, but all of these things are facets of themself that they are well equipped to work with. They have relaxed into their own existence, and radiate that energy outwards.

They're surrounded by friends and family that they love, and who love them back, and Tobias has started to enjoy being alone at times like they did when they were a kid. Where being on their own for too long might have made them all to aware of the silence as a teenager, now they've come to look forward to quiet nights in their studio working on their sculptures.

Here is where the step 4 timeline comes together. Lets gO!

Derek first! Right before the collective events of Step 4, Tobias was in Europe visiting some friends, so it's really been a while since they've seen Derek. The two of them have much the same relationship as they did when they were younger. Still best friends, still butt heads over Derek not taking care of himself. Ever since that summer when they were twelve Tobias would spend Father's day with the Suarez family, and it had become very important to them. Tobias has felt really bad that they live far enough away that they can't see him as much and make sure he's alright, but they still talk to him over the phone as much as they can. When Derek talks about how he's quit doing sports, Tobias was, internally, panicking a little. They were very supportive of his decision, but worried about what would come of it. Tobias also jumped at the chance to have him come live with Cove and them, because having their two favorite people with them? The best thing in the world! Overall, they're just glad to have Derek back and that he seems to be looking out for himself more.

Going back to Sunset Bird with Cove for their moms anniversary dinner was a bit of a mixed bag. On one hand, Tobias was thrilled to be back with their family and the Holden's to celebrate their beloved mothers, but on the other hand, it feel odd to be home and yet... not home. They didn't live there anymore, but it would never stop being a home to them. At least they had Cove with them, and they knew he was feeling some of the same way. To look back at their time in Sunset Bird, it made it really clear how much both of them had changed and grown since the night they met on that hill. Both of them had truly grown into their own and Tobias couldn't be more proud despite the lingering sadness of leaving it behind. They're looking forward to seeing what the future holds with the man they love.

Meeting Baxter again was... difficult. They tried to keep their cool, but Tobias finds it hard to forgive sometimes. Still, they care about Miranda, Jude, and Scott, so they decided to be as professional about it as possible. They were seething a bit on the inside, since an already stressful planning ordeal had just gotten more complicated. At first, they weren't even going to push the issue, just let Baxter get away with being Baxter, until he started to act... different. As he went out of his way to make Jude and Scott happy, Tobias pivoted their initial plan. Forcing Baxter to confront their past together and reestablish that connection became their second priority after making sure the wedding went ahead. Terry, Miranda and Cove all knew the second that Tobias went into full “no one should be alone” mode, and were tentatively supportive. Thankfully, they were able to get through to him, and despite some worry over him seeming to want to make up for his actions IMMEDIATELY, everything worked out. Both Baxter and Xavier were looped into their little friend group with no resistance, and he'll have a hell of a time trying to escape this time.

The only caveat is that he has to be the wedding planner for Cove and Tobias's wedding, or he's out. That's not a problem in the slightest, there's no one Tobias would want more for the job.

Step 4 Tobias has accepted themself and faces that with strength. Their color scheme encompasses the full sunset spectrum like step 3, but much less vibrant. They're much more relaxed in step 4, and their colors are darker and warmer to reflect this. Sunflowers decorate their outfits often as accessories, and they also have a tattoo of one on their chest.

Bonus!

Likes:

Art

Sharks

Collecting Shells

Surfing

Coffee

Dislikes:

Loud Noises

Surprises

Liars

Being Sick

Green Tea

Fun Facts:

Tobias is fluent in ASL, English, and French

Not a morning or a night person but a secret third thing (Fine once they're awake but very difficult to wake up)

Their hair quirk to match Cove's wavy eyebrows is that their hair glows very slightly in the dark.

They play hockey in steps 3 and 4

In step 4 they have two cats: Cole Slaw (Cole) and Sweet Potato Fries (Yam)

Tobias and Cove have an ongoing argument about snails that Terry has dubbed the “Snargument”. Tobias is in favor of snails, Cove is against.

There are only two people who are allowed to call Tobias by a nickname: Terry and Derek (except Derek is too nervous to try)

My fave thing about their design is the little X shape of their bangs. It was inspired by Alear from Fire Emblem: Engage.

#fun fact this was about 2.6 k words #our life mc #tobias mercer #our life beginnings & always #Olba mc #Moss Art #Character Info #I might do this for Wyn and Briar as well we'll see #Main image is based off the project sekai 2* cards!#Which was a lot of fun to do

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