#i miss her so much i want to talk to her again and tell her about what ive been up to
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“It’s just a cut.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: too many times had eddie tended to your wounds and broken heart. he’s had enough.
a potential series if you guys want it! let me know!
warnings: extremely angsty and not for everyone! i tried to make this as real as possible for both sides and it’s not an easy read. please tread with caution. therefore warnings are: physical and emotional abuse by readers mother, wounds and blood, mentions of weighed and irregular eating habits, low confidence and self esteem mentions, language, very angsty fight between reader and eddie, broken nose, lots of tears, reader still loves her mother very much despite her actions. eddie isn’t a jerk, i didn’t try to convey him that way, but this is a heavy subject and it needed to feel real. i dated a jerk and know what some of this can be like. requested by @h-ness1944 i hope you like this dear! i hope i did it justice to what you wanted!
Was he mad? You couldn’t tell. He hadn’t said anything in almost twenty minutes. Your heart was racing. The last thing you wanted was to loose him. You knew it was getting to him, seeing you all cut up and beaten on, but what else was there to do?
Your shirt was off, sitting on the couch in your bra and jeans as you sniffled, tears that had long since dried and left a sticky residue on your cheeks, mascara dark and streaked. Your mom had thrown a beer bottle at you again, a normal occurrence, they just didn’t usually hit you. It had sliced the skin on your back open. Luckily, it wasn’t bad enough to need stitches, but that didn’t matter to Eddie.
You regretted coming over. You shouldn’t have bothered him with it. You could feel the anger and hurt radiating off of him. You had sworn him to secrecy, and you could see the toll it took on him.
Your mom had increasingly got more creative when it came to dealing out punishments. She had ever since she started heavily drinking, when your dad had left her. You loved your dad and missed him dearly, but you didn’t blame him for leaving her. He had to take care of himself too. If he knew what your mom did, he’d surely come back to stop her. You couldn’t do that to him. At the end of the day, you could endure it, you just weren’t sure if Eddie could anymore.
“Please say something.” Your voice was hoarse.
You had your back to him, wincing slightly as he dapped a pad of alcohol on your cut, trying to make sure it didn’t get caught with an infection.
“What do you want me to say?” His voice barely conveyed any emotion.
When you had showed up, blood seeping through your shirt, he’d done what he did every time, debated taking you to the hospital, but your panicked state always talked him out of it. He’d sunk into protective mode, guiding you to the couch and pulling your shirt off, shushing you gently and telling you he’d get you fixed up. That was twenty five minutes ago. He was too quiet now.
His voice brought fresh tears to your eyes. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”
He sighed heavily, cursing himself. There was no need to be cold toward you. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He squeezed your shoulder. “I’m almost finished.”
He wiped your wound dry, covering it with a gauze and bandage. He’d stocked up on medical supplies a few months ago. One night he had cried when he realized just how quickly it was going. He was terrified for you, afraid one day, you wouldn’t walk through the door needing aid from your wounds. One day it would be Hopper, hat in his hands and offering his condolences. He had thought about going to the police so many times behind your back, but he’d loose you then. Was he being selfish?
“Please don’t hate me.” You cried emotionally, looking down to your shoes.
“Y/n,” He turned you gently, grabbing your chin. “I do not hate you.” His thumb traced your bottom lip, watching as you sniffled and cried, his other hand swiping away some tears that fell down your cheek. “Just calm down, honey.” He raised his chin to you, instructing softly. He didn’t want you to get yourself worked up like you usually did.
You breathed in the hands that held you upright, face beat red and blotchy. You body ached with pain and guilt. You wanted nothing more to curl up in his chest, but you fought the urge. He might not have wanted you too.
“What happened this time?” He said, reaching to the floor to hand you your shirt. “Was she drinking?”
You told him what happened, or lack of what happened. It was never really much of anything. She’d scream at you, call you names that you couldn’t repeat. Throw things and hit you. You said, nothing really, shrugging your shoulders. There was a time where Eddie would have demanded more of an answer, but he grew to realize that sometimes it never really was anything. That’s just how your mother was.
Eddie bit down hard on his lip, looking away from you to the kitchen. “Spend the weekend here with me. I don’t want you going back tonight.” He’d wanted you to move in with him for so long, but you never could leave your mother. He didn’t understand that, and your fought about it several times.
“Eddie?” You grabbed at his knee, eyes fearful and wide. “I really am sorry.”
He grabbed your hand and kissed it, but said nothing as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. He couldn’t help it. With each time you came barging in during the night, day, whatever, it chipped away at his heart. He’d watched you change over the last year as your mother’s words became more harsh. You accepted the beatings more easily, but the way she spoke to you had taken it’s toll. He could see that clear as a bell.
Your self confidence had plummeted. You didn’t like to reveal any of your skin that you didn’t have to. You were much quieter than you used to be, only really speaking to him or some of the members of hellfire. Wayne, too, of course.
He was washing his hands, trying his best to not smash the mirror in front of him. He was being distant and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. How much longer until you’d have to undergo surgery? How much longer until the words hurt so bad you’d kill yourself just to get away from it? How much longer until he’d be standing by your grave?
He looked up to find tour reflection, tearful and afraid. He knew what you were thinking. You knew what he was thinking. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your lips to his back to hold him. He relaxed into your touch, hands still slightly wet from the sink.
“Don’t worry about me, Ed’.” You whispered. “I’ll be okay.”
His hands held yours above his stomach, staring at your sad reflection. “No, you won’t.” He answers honestly, a small shake of his head that you barely miss. “Don’t lie to yourself.”
You were always crying. You were always sad. You were always so heartbroken, a shell of what you once used to be.
“It’s just a cut.” You defended, causing him to shrivel under your touch and pull away, quickly drying his hands with a towel and leaving the bathroom.
“Don’t start that shit.” He said lowly, entering your bedroom. “It’s not a cut. It’s never just a cut. It’s so much more than that.”
“Okay, okay, well-” You started to rant, mouth opening but falling closed at a loss of words.
He waited for you to speak.
“I don’t know what to say.” You cross your arms defensively. ��I just- I don’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I came here. I shouldn’t have.”
No. That’s the last thing he wanted you to think. You were always welcome and he would always look after you. He cursed under his breath, rubbing a tired hand over his face. “Baby, no, that’s not what I’m saying.” He comes to you, grabbing your shoulders.
He pulls you into his chest, you’re a blubbering, whimpering mess. He’s careful to not touch your bandage. “I can’t not worry about you, angel.” His voice is full and close to breaking.
“You don’t understand how hard it is for me to watch you suffer like this. I can’t stand to see you wither away.” His eyes tear up, holding the back of your head. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep quiet, sweetheart.”
You’re sobs increase and you’re grasping on to him for dear life.
“I know you love her, baby, but she’s not good for you.” His voice shakes and so does his bottom lip. “God, I wish I could just take you away.”
You’re too distraught to say anything. You hold him and he holds you.
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“I’m done, y/n.” Eddie’s got angry tears falling down his face, voice filled with a rage full venom he was dying to take out on something, anything. “I’m done with this shit. Either you go to the police or I will.”
“Eddie, please!” You’re begging him, practically on your knees as you sob hysterically. “Please, don’t! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I swear it!”
“You say that every time!” He says incredulously, flaying his arms about like you’d gone mad. “And every time nothing changes!”
It had been bad this time. Your mom had said absolutely disgusting things to you, taking about your weight, making remarks about the way you talked and how Eddie was crazy for being with you. You’d made the mistake of trying to stand up to her. Your nose was most likely broken from being shoved into the wall, the crunch still loud in your ears that made you cringe from the memory. The blood had dried, but it hurt to breath. Your tears caused you immense pain from the weight of your cries, the heaves from your chest making your face ache.
Eddie stepped back and sobbed softly, holding his head with a hand and cursed. “Fuck.” He couldn’t hold back his emotions this time.
You brought up your hand to your mouth, trying your best to calm down, but it wasn’t doing much good. “Eddie, please!” You whimpered. “You can’t say anything. You swore!”
“I know I did!” He snapped, throwing down his arm. “You swore me to something that you shouldn’t have! Now I’m stuck watching you get beat on every day! Do you know what the hell that does to me?” He was shouting now, tears boiling down your face. You turned away from him and bawled.
In the moment, he wondered if he was any better than your mother, yelling at you and making you cry. Maybe later, he’d hate himself for it, but he couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“Look at this picture.” He tore out his wallet and flipped it open, taking out the polaroid of you that he kept in the first sleeve. “Look at how happy you were there.” It was only a few years ago, back when the antics of your mother began. You were smiling with full teeth, wearing a pretty pink dress and face decorated with happiness and joy.
“You see how different you look?” He held the picture to your face. “You’re too thin. You don’t eat. You’ve got bruises all over you. I haven’t seen you smile like that in years.”
Your nose started bleeding again, you could feel the cool, metallic taste of blood on your upper lip. Eddie watched it drop down, his tear falling in sync with your blood.
“You can’t make me keep doing this, y/n.” He said your, shaking his head and grasping at the picture. “I love you too much to watch you get hurt. I’m giving you a choice, darlin’. It’s either you or me.”
“No.” You shake your head. “She won’t survive in jail, Eddie! She needs me to take care of her!” Your chest heaves through tears, a panicked anxiety making you hysterical. “Please, Eddie, please!” You fall to the floor at his feet, grasping at his knees, begging him to forget it all. You had snot and blood, hot tears falling down your face, making your skin red and blotchy.
You pulled at him and sobbed, and Eddie just didn’t know what to do. Both of your hearts were breaking. He held his hands at your head, and he slowly looked up at the ceiling and cried with you. “I can’t do it anymore, baby.” He whimpered. “I need you safe. I can’t wait until it’s too late. I won’t have you dying on me.”
“Eddie, please!” You’re hysterical, squeezing his legs.
“If you hate me it’s okay.” He sniffles, wiping a hand over his face. “I just need you safe. That’s all I need.”
You grow angry at his defiance, pushing yourself off the ground. “I said no, Eddie! She’s my mother, not yours!” You spat, a sudden change of emotion that had him reeling back.
“Y/n, please.” He begged, closing his eyes. “I- I can’t. I just..I just can’t anymore. You’re asking me to do the impossible. Do I have to watch you be killed!” He shouts at the end, eyes burning red with angry, hurt tears.
“I’ll break up with you!” You scream, the ache in your nose making you groan. “I swear to god, Eddie, if you tell anyone we’re done!”
It all went silent. Eddie cried. You cried. Hearts were racing and limbs were trembling. He took a slow, deep breath. “I have to.” It was all he said, keeping his eye on you, but it was enough.
With a cold glare, you were slamming the door on the way out.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson angst#eddie the brave#eddie x reader
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the girl next door 17
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.
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This lewk but silverfox
“You’re leaving me?” Your mom whines.
“Sorry, Holly, they need to keep you overnight for observation,” Steve crosses his arms.
“But... you could stay?”
“What about her?” He asks, nodding over his shoulder as you sit on the bench against the wall, head down as you grip the boxes of pills. You haven’t said much since she woke up, you just stayed out of her way. She only wanted to talk to him anyhow.
“She can drive,” she pouts.
“I drove her here and I’m sorry, but I can’t stay. I have stuff to do. We’ve been here all day and I didn’t exactly plan for it,” he shrugs, “you got my number, okay?”
“Wha-- I’m sick, how can you just abandon me?”
“Now, Holly,” he firms his voice and drops his arms, hands on her bed rail, “don’t be dramatic. No one’s abandoning you. There’s nowhere for either of us to sleep and you need rest if you’re going to come home. Look at it like this, I’m taking care of your daughter while you’re here. Making sure everything’s ready for you.”
“Hmph,” she grunts, “I... I’m sorry. I’m scared, Steve,” she sniffs though even from where you sit, you can tell her eyes are dry, “I’m going to miss you,” she touches his hand and rubs it, “these last few days have been... the best I’ve had in a long time.”
“I know,” he lowers his voice, “but you gotta get better and... take better care of yourself. You want this to last, right?”
“I.. I guess,” she concedes grimly, “can I... I get a kiss before you go?”
He nods and leans in. He kisses her cheek, ignoring her pucker, then stands. He gives a yawn as your mom blinks up at him. She obviously expected more and you can’t tell if he even realises her disappointment.
“Alright, sweetie, give your mom a hug, I can see you dwindling over there,” he beckons you over.
You stand without a word and approach the bed. Your eyes meet your mom’s glare. You don’t hug. Ever. You can’t even remember the last time you did. Maybe when you were ten? You look down ashamed and spread your arms, embracing her quickly and daintily as she just lays there.
“Bye mom, love you.”
She pauses and swallows loudly, “love you too.”
You spin back to Steve and slant your mouth. You know she’s only saying that because he’s right there. You cross the room as he bids his own farewell and you mom huffs and puffs mopily.
As you come out in the hall, Steve walks beside you. You’re startled as he touches your lower back. Again. It must be a habit.
“So, when we get home, are you going to try some of those pills?” He asks.
“What?” You look down at the handful. “Oh, uh, maybe...”
“The nurse said you should try. Even just for tonight. At least get some sleep while you can, you know?”
“Yeah, er, I don’t know.”
“Nothing wrong with accepting a little help. Especially when you need it.”
“Mm, I guess,” you shrug, “I’ll think about it.”
You carry on, following the halls and riding the elevator in silence. You chalk it up to fatigue on both ends. As you come out under the sky, the sun is setting. You follow Steve to his car and get in, resting the boxes in your lap as you rub your eyes.
He turns the engine and backs out. He grips the wheel and sighs. The air is thick even as the AC blows.
“Does your mom always talk to you like that?” He asks.
You’re struck by the question. You know you can’t tell the truth. Even if you didn’t know your mom would lose it, it’s too embarrassing. Besides, you deserve it. You ruined her life.
“She’s just out of it, I think,” you murmur. “Me too. I was worried.”
“You’re a really good daughter,” he says, “a good person too. You know, you can tell me anything and I'll believe you. I’ll listen, sweetie.”
You nod and chew your inner lip. He might believe you but he wouldn’t be able to change it. No one ever tried. Even when your aunt saw how your mother was, she only ran away.
“Seems like you could use someone,” he steers smoothly behind another car, “what... I hope it’s okay for me to ask but where’s you dad?”
Your heart drops. You shift and the boxes fall onto the floor. You bend forward to pick them up and suddenly, the car jerks and Steve’s pushing you back against the seat. You flatten yourself to it as your pulse pumps wildly. He’s at a complete stop as the car in front of him is only an inch away.
“God-- guy didn’t even tap his breaks,” he snarls as he keeps his arms out, his hand on your chest, cupping you.
“Uh,” you gulp and look down.
He glances over and retracts his hand. He puts it back on the wheel and clears his throat, moving in his seat as he slowly leans on the gas. You won’t say anything. It was an accident and awkward enough.
“I didn’t want you to hit your head,” he says.
“It’s fine, thanks,” you carefully bend again and reach down to retrieve the pills. “Didn’t mean to drop these.”
“No harm, no foul right,” he chuckles and pulls his hand from the wheel to rub his neck. “You can crash at my place if you want. Might be weird all alone in that house. Unsafe.”
He bends his elbow against the armrest as he drives with one hand. You lean into the door and stare out the window. You really just want to go home and be alone.
“It’s okay. I’m... an adult.”
“Oh, I know, sweetie, I didn’t mean to treat you like a child. I know you’re not. Trust me, that’s clear,” he assures you. “I just thought... pretty girl like you home alone. Maybe I worry too much.”
You didn’t think of it until he said something. You clutch the boxes tight and cross your feet together. You turn your head straight and watch the traffic ahead.
“I don’t think... guy don’t...” you don’t know how to say it aloud. You’ve never had to admit what a loser you are, it’s just been obvious. Somehow, he seems to miss that. “It’s a safe neighbourhood.”
“Sure, I guess you’re right,” he clicks his tongue. “Be weird being alone though, won’t it? You and your mom, you’re always together. Someone like me... I’ve been alone a while. Guess I’m used to it.”
“Oh, yeah,” you agree flatly.
“Sorry, that was... sadder than I meant,” he laughs at himself hollowly, “you know, I just never married. Always wanted to but did the military thing then the art thing and then I woke up and I was fifty. Then fifty-one and one and one...” he shakes his head as he slows down with the residential traffic, “if I can pass on any wisdom, sweetie, don’t let life run away from you. Don’t run away from it.”
“Erm, thanks,” your tongue makes a gross noise as you swallow.
“Just the wisdom of an old man,” he scoffs, “young girl like you, you got a lot waiting for ya.”
You turn your head and hide your frown. You feel even worse with his empty promises. There’s nothing for you. You’re too stupid for college, you’re too useless for a job, and you’re just a shell of a person. There’s nothing in you worth a damn.
“Sweetie, you okay?” He asks as he turns onto your street.
“Tired,” you answer; it’s the truth, just not the whole truth.
“Yeah, me too,” he yawns, “before you ditch me, how about you come have some dinner? You’re gonna need something in your stomach before you take those meds.”
He pulls into his driveway and you peek over at him. Your stomach growls before you can say you’re not hungry. You flick your thumb on the elastic band around the boxes. You can’t be rude, what if he tells mom?
“Alright,” you accept, “thank you.”
“You’ve been through a lot, sweetie,” he reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, “you don’t have to keep being strong.”
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Crossdresser!Yn, who struggles to voice her appreciation pt3 (I think):
Loki: I hate this so much
CD!Yn, struggling to get Charles off of her: What?
Loki: These juices we got. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful. But it's not the same as the drinks from France. It's kind of sour.
Charles: True! It tastes really weird for fruit juice.
CD!Yn: What's the brand called?
A few days later....
CD!Yn, peeking into the practice room while Karasu is talking to her*
Charles: YIPPIE!!! Finally! I missed the apple juice one!
Loki, looking at the delivery man as he put two more boxes down: And who sent this again?
Delivery man: Can't tell. Just sign that you received them.
Loki: This is so weird... Maybe Ego bought us these as a surprise?
CD!Yn: :)
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Lorenzo: Japan is really cold this time around.
CD!Yn, while combing Aryu's hair: It is a lot different than Italy. Aren't the duvets warm enough?
Lorenzo: Not really, but I guess it's just us Italians who feel cold. I didn't hear Aryu, Barou, or Niko complain.
Aryu: It's normal weather for us~
CD!Yn: Hmm....
Days later...
Snuffy: What's with these new duvets?
Lorenzo: I don't know, but these are a lot softer and warmer.
Niko, while eating with Yn: Why did only you guys get new ones? This isn't fair.
Lorenzo: Sucks to he you~
Niko, pouting: I wish we got new ones as well.
CD!Yn, thinking to herself: Noted that down!
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CD!Yn, while handing Ness sliced oranges and apples: Here
Ness: What is this?
CD!Yn: Fruits, obviously
Ness, rolling his eyes: I can see that, but where did you get that from.
CD!Yn, remembering Ness mentioned he wanted some fruits: Found it in the kitchen
Ness: Oh, ok- why do you have band-aids on your fingers?
CD!Yn: No reason!!
#bllk#blue lock anime#blue lock manga#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock#blue lock scenarios#crossdressing#alexis ness#bllk ness#don lorenzo#bllk lorenzo#julian loki#bllk loki#charles chevalier#bllk charles
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LU Update! So welcome back to the analysis corner with me!
We have another LU update! Called Moving forward we see the heroes leave the town and make their way to the location that Sky found. With learning a little more about the team as a whole.
With 10 pages there's a lot of information to work through so I hope you are sitting comfortably
As always Linked universe (LU) belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.
You can find the comic here!
And as always there are spoilers abound for the most recent update!
Now sit back, grab some water and snacks and let's do this!
So before we get started im just gonna say that the brain cell is pinging around this lot so much that I'm bound to miss some stuff. But I shall try my best to get everything I wanna say said.
It was only some of you, captain, dont forget that.
(Oblatory look at my blorbo picture, he's so sweet. Blorbo blorbo blorbo)
Okay I'll behave this time
(No i won't)
I can understand the concern from the captain, as a captain from the army during a time of war secrets are dangerous. He's probably thinking if Twilight has concealed this what else has he concealed.
And then we get snarky wars again
I missed the snarky captain, he's wonderful.
Also the line about double duty, Come on captain, you know full well that patrol is an important part of a group dynamic like this.
This also confirms that the group have had encounters with monsters outside of what we've seen. As the line from wars about missing fights implies that they've fought a bunch of stuff. But we've only really seen wolfie in a fight back in the sunset arc.
Twilight fondly mentioning Midna, I'm so proud of him.
These two are the goddamn brothers ever and I love them dearly. Also, the knowledge we are about to be given about how this works is very exciting.
The brothers ever
All of them
Twilight thinking Wild had more than two brain cells. I love him. And the hug? The hug gives me life.
Also the captain, the captain is a point to talk about here. This feels like an accusatory sentence. The "You dont say?"
Me trying to figure out how time travel works in LU.
Legend, why are you so grumpy about this? Like he looks angry to hear this.
Four thinking about the implications of this sentence. I can literally hear the brain cell bouncing as it pings from hero to hero as they try to figure out this time travel thing.
Wind is a small bean as well look at him. The youngest I love the eyes.
Ahh, so thats the explanation. A spirit wolf that helped guide him on his journey which he trusted so much that he thought that the wolf he saw here was just another spirit until twi changed in front of him.
But this line from him is so sad. "Right after my resurrection" and "we both would have known the grave." This feels like as a person wild is at peace with it but doesn't want others to have to go through what he did. He's a chill dude and i love him for that to be honest.
Meanwhile, my blorbo Sky is out here trying to get actual work done. This is 10/10 the sksw dousing experience if you've not played it. You just swing the sword around while it pings at you until you eventually find what you are looking for.
Fi is trying her best.
Lads all of you need to remember that not all of you have had things that perform transformation magic. Im surprised (But also not surprised) That Time doesn't have anything to say about this. Like my man has used a tone of different transformation masks that change him into various different things and has one that turns him into a god.
The magic users ganging up on the non-magic users, like please behave.
Ahh Time, Time is the disappointed old man that has to coral a bunch of kids. And Wild is like the most kid of them all. (Tell me why I'd love to know! :D) (Which makes sense if we take LU to be at most a few months after the end of his game. Wild would be 18 at most.)
the sort of conversation you dont want to involve yourself in Time trust me on this one.
JUST SOME GUY WILD JUST DESTROYED TWILIGHT OKAY RIP
Feels bad for twi man he earned that title and to have it reduced to just some guy.
Wild is gonna get told off by Time if he ain't careful, that's his blood descendant right there and we all know he has a soft spot for him.
This is important, because I'm pretty sure most of them did at one point.
Another thing that appears to be a constant amongst the team is the need to conceal an identity. Either from them or them to others.
I'm not versed in all of their games so I can't go into full details but these guys ain't the only ones. Pretty much all of them have. The spirit of courage does love secrets, doesn't it?
Thats my blorbo and he's so sad help he
Blorbo blorbo blorbo
Give him a hug and reboot Fi and it'll be fine.
To echo the words of Time.
Curious.
Now this depends on what exactly Sky was dousing, was he dousing the portal, the helmet outside the portal? The postman even?
My money is on the helmet outside the portal, so that Dink came back into this timeline to retrieve it before leaving. But I may be incorrect on that account because Fi is able to track people as well as objects (Sksw would often have you tracking Zelda directly)
OHHHH
I was wondering how they were going to do it. But with Twilight able to track it they'll be able to use a combination of dousing and him sniffing out Dink's scent to be able to find him no matter where he might be.
It's so distinct, twilight you know by saying that you're gonna have some of these guys asking questions. Just wait for the next campfire story time it's gonna come up.
I can see Wind and Twilight having a conversation like this.
"What does Dink smell like?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
Oh he's so excited look at him!
Oh four.
I wonder if we are gonna have a four and Twilight conversation about this, with four's past he's understandably worried about the use of dark magic in one of his friends.
Oh come on legend lighten up, the child has never seen something like this before.
I'm glad Hyrule is coming in for his defence and all but 5 minutes ago Hyrule you were with Legend and saying to Wild that there's a load of items that do it.
Why is wind just so wonderful?
Look at him go!
Thats gotta be Wind, He's been so excited about this I can't see it being anyone else.
Bark Bark!
Wolfie beloved.
Im here for more brotherly content from the team, they are wonderful.
Now lets go find us a Lizard, or iron knuckle or whatever he transforms into next.
And thats all from me! I loved this update and there was so much to unpack I know I've missed stuff! But I hope you enjoyed it! :)
(Also apologies for spelling mistakes I'm sick rn but wanted to get this done)
Have a great day!
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thinking ab the first time tp!jj makes tp!reader suck him off :3 i cant help but think thatd it take place sometime after when he fingered her, n what happened in between was extremely tension filled albeit his coldness… with the instances of reader begging him for the smallest ounce of attention n jj not giving it to her :( n when it does happen our girlie gets so dumbstruck n struggles to take all of him down her throat— all while thinkin “my flirting worked..? but why this time?” which leads her to try doin what she did today over and over again just for it to not work bc jj at this point in time is still very hot n cold with her !!! :( he only wants her when he feels like dabbling n induldging into the power imbalance…
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now we cooking with gas...bc this hot and cold would drive you absolutely insane, nothing seems to be working at all. anytime you talk to him he's dismissive and almost bored and it makes you feel like shit because how do you act like this after making me cum like that with just your fingers?
and you get no indication that he's gonna start messing around with you again, in fact it seems like he just randomly decided one day when he saw you walk past that he wanted something new from you.
jj's outside, drinking a beer and listening to music when he sees you coming from a friends house and he lets out a fuckin whistle and says "cmere real quick." obviously you go to him and he just gets up and nods you towards the trailer and you follow like a lovesick puppy. his eyes are kinda darting around like he's deciding how he wants you before he backs you up against the wall leaning down and you think he's gonna kiss you but instead he whispers, "get on your knees."
your hearts thumping out your chest because you dont wanna seem too eager as he unbuckles his pants but it'd be hard to miss how you were panting and squirming, eyes widening once he pulled himself out and you cant help but think there's no way i'm takin all of that.
but you do, you don't have much of a choice really with the way both of his large hands grip your head and keep you in place while he fucks your throat. he talks you through it the whole time, even reaching down to massage your throat so he can feel himself bulging. when he bottoms out jj doesn't pay much attention to how much you struggle, vaguely telling you to breathe and calm down as he continues to fuck your face until he cums so much it literally comes out of your nose.
and jj's a sick man, he kisses you on the lips after--still messy with cum and spit-- just a soft press of the lips that makes you throb and he wipes away your mascara tears and calls you a good girl while he finishes cleaning you up and then sends you on your way.
unsurprisingly you come back the next day, looking for a repeat, but he's inside, chatting up one of his regular women and your head is spinning from how fast he's changed again.
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in order to not spam you i’m spit firing all my obx thoughts while i have the chance
-jj calling reader pooch (i love it so bad)
-john b x reader x jj.
- threesome w pope and jj
-rafe fingering bunny!reader
-popular reader who’s in love with pope
- needy sex w john b after he’s been away
thank you and until i’m allowed to send asks again
-sweetheart anon
lemme give my quick thoughts on all of these 😭
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• jj calling reader ‘pooch’
it’s my fav jj nickname for puppy, i love writing about it <3 pooch just sounds more like a princess pup who gets spoiled, and he probably calls puppy!reader pooch when she’s being pampered or acting a little spoilt. i just think it’s sweet n comedic like jj <3
• john b x reader x jj
i miss writing it so much !! i feel like that au used to be like, the main thing on my blog for a while !! we need to start talking about it again bc it was such a favourite !! the dynamic between the three is just so great — i think the last we spoke of it was the roadtrip au!
• threesome with pope and jj
the difference in personalities is alot to play with here. my first thoughts on this dynamic is always pope with his actual girlfriend who is always getting teased by jj, to the point where it definitely borders on flirting. pope feels like he should feel threatened and perhaps at first he does — but he’s so physically comfortable with jj that he starts to consider exploring things sexually. jj would definitely be on board with zero convincing needed !! he loves pope and wants to be respectful, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t jacked one out thinking about popes pretty shy gf on her back looking all guilty whilst she takes his dick :(
• rafe fingering bunny!reader
i always see this as a quick fix for bunny when she’s being needy in public. he can’t give her his dick all the time, sometimes he just needs to find a quicker solution. things would get out of hand at the country club when she’s clinging onto his arm telling his friends alarming facts about their sex life because she’s in that mood — until rafe has to press a hand over her mouth and march her to a toilet cubicle where he quickly makes her cream on his fingers whilst scolding her and telling her she better start behaving after she cums :(
• popular reader who’s in love with pope
this trope is always funny because it’s like everyone can see it but pope. she’d be all over him, clinging to his arm, finding him at every party practically throwing herself at him and pope is just trying so hard to be respectful and when asked about it he’s always like “nah, she’s just friendly. she gets like that.” and jj is literally on the verge of exploding like “dude. you’re supposed to be the smart one okay how can you not see that this chick is begging — no, dying for it. she wants you to give her that heyward special bro. please swoop on that. you’re killing me!” and popes like oh. what? no. she’s not— no—
• needy sex with john b after he was away
this is very puppy!reader coded <3 she’d pounce on him as soon as he’s through the door to the chateau and doesn’t care if the other pogues are in tow behind him, jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and humping up and down as she kisses him all drooly and desperate, teeth clashing. he’d literally be like “woah, okay— hi. hi baby.” smiling so hard as he pulls back but she hasn’t got time for introductions!!!!! get that dick out!!!!!!!
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You Came Back - Jason Grace x Fem!Reader
summary: in which y/n tells jason grace something she thought she'd never ever say
warnings: cursing, emotional turmoil, heartbreak, mention of sex
genre: heartbreak/angst
word count: 826
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y/n heard someone shuffle through the door of the principia. they tried sneaking in, quietly, but it was a failed attempt.
"you missed it." she said, not even turning around, and continuing to organize papers. "it's over."
"y/n," he sighed. "i'm sorry, i'm so, so, sorry. i was at camp half-blood, and i lost track of time-"
"don't apologize to me." she said calmly. "apologize to the kids. they were upset when you didn't show up."
fifteen little kids, all between the ages of six and ten, wondering why their hero hadn't shown up to spend the day with them. fifteen little kids asking y/n, "where's jason?" with disappointment in their eyes.
"maybe, i can talk to them tomorrow? or maybe, thursday?" he suggested.
"tomorrow, we have a senate meeting. thursday, we've got paperwork due. the next date you can take the kids around new rome is in around two months." she said. "when did i become the organized one, grace?"
"i know, i know. i fucked up. i was with piper, and i completely forgot i had to be here. i came here as fast as i could."
of course he'd been at the other camp, with his other friends, with his other girl.
"they were so hurt, jason." she said, feeling upset on behalf of all the younger children. "they were so excited to finally have a one-on-one with their hero. just for me to tell them that you got caught up in some last-minute, saving-the-world shit. and still, they left with their feet dragging and their heads down." she said, finally turning to meet his blue eyes.
he looked ashamed. he should be.
"thank you, for protecting my reputation." he said. "but you didn't have to lie for me."
"what was i going to say? i knew where you were, you're always there. 'sorry kids, jason's at his other camp right now, he probably forgot.' or should i have gone with 'don't worry kids, he probably lost track of time because he's with another girl right now. he'll be back when he's done.'" she said, sarcastically. "c'mon."
she was extra pissy with him today. usually, it would just be, "it's alright, don't do it again" even though it always happened again. but today was different.
the principia door opened, and a group of young children stood at the door frame. there were four of them, two boys and two girls. y/n knew them, since she'd taught all of them.
"what're you kids doing out of bed?" y/n smiled, her voice softening.
"hey, jason's back!" one of the kids pointed out.
"yes, yes he is. but why are you bunch out of bed?" she laughed.
they shuffled forward, and gave her a cupcake.
"happy birthday y/n!" they said in unison.
jason's face fell to the floor.
"aw, thank you guys." she smiled, giving the kids a big hug. "real sweethearts, aren't you guys?"
after a few minutes of further talking, y/n walked the kids back to their cabins, and returned to the principia.
"oh my god. y/n, i'm so sorry-" jason started once again.
she chuckled. "y'know, in the ten years i've know you, and in eight and a half you were my best friend, i never thought you'd be one to forget."
"i'm so sorry. i can't believe i forgot-"
"i can." she said. "you seem to forget just about everything relating to this camp."
"that's not fair. that's not fair, i didn't want to forget." he said.
"i'm not talking about your amnesia. i'm talking about now. i'm talking about the missed senate meetings, and missed deadlines, and missed expectations." she said. "you've forgotten everything about this place and everyone in it. it's been this way since you came back. and you say sorry, but you don't change."
"camp half-blood is my home just as much as camp jupiter is." he defended.
"i waited a long time for you, grace." she started. "i waited for eight months. i waited for you while everyone else thought you were gone. i thought you were dead, but i still waited."
"i came back."
"you did." she agreed, feeling her voice break. "but, sometimes, i really wish you didn't."
they were standing face to face, but her gaze was to the side, while he looked at her.
"because i would rather spend the rest of my life wondering what happened to you than you coming back and not recognizing my face." a tear fell from her cheek.
"i would rather have lost you forever than knowing a ghost of you." she paused. "i would have rather lived in misery than grief ."
"you came back. you sure as hell did." she smiled. "but your body came back, not your character." her voice broke.
she could see the hurt in his eyes. they were both grieving.
jason grieved over what he had done.
y/n grieved over who she had known.
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there is not enough jason grace content on tumblr
#angst#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo#percy jackson#jason x reader#jason grace x reader#jason grace#jason grace x y/n#jason grace angst#jason x y/n#hoo x reader#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus x y/n#heartbreak#camp jupiter
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AITA for not giving my girlfriend enough attention?
This will be long, there's a lot to put and I don't want to miss anything, sorry if anythiny isn't important, just trying not to miss anything. I want to start this off by saying it's been many years since this happened, I'm past this whole thing, but curious as to what others think because I've gotten mixed answers. After reading the reactions to the jar of pickles story, I have a feeling I'm going to get a lot of ESH and I understand lol.
I (15f at the time) was in my first relationship with a girl I'll call Elle (16f at the time). Now I had a really bad childhood, this is important to the story because I spent most of my life in foster homes and it definitely affected our relationship. This all happened right after I moved to a new state (so long distance relationship). Elle and I never really had any big issues in our relationship before this (besides the one time I was "kidnapped" and I'll get into that later). We ended up staying together for 2 years. We talked daily and very often, before school and after school, sometimes during school. All this to say we had a very good relationship (Extra: I was 13 to 15 during this relationship, she was 14 to 16 during it)
With all that out of the way, here's the story. I had met Elle right after I was moved back in with my biological mother, my mother was not in a good place at all, she moved us to a new state to start over, I met Elle because of this move. We stayed for a while before my mother got back into bad habits and moved us to another state. My communication with Elle dropped around 2 months after this move. My mother fell back into bad habits again and it caught up to her. I was removed from her care and placed in another foster home, they took my phone and I didn't have a way to contact Elle for those 2 months. Elle knew about this, I warned her when my mother ran away and when the cops showed up that I wasn't sure what was happening but I might not be in contact.
After those two months, I got a phone from my foster family and was able to talk to Elle again. We went back to talking daily for another year before the communication dipped a bit. I once again had warned her that this might happen as I was moved to another home with stricter rules. I fought to get back in contact with her again, it only took a month this time. A few months later, I was going through the process of being adopted, if you've ever been adopted, you know how much there is to do and how stressful it is. I could've pushed through and just talked to her daily but I was 15 and I was stressed and needed time, so I told her I'd be offline for a bit again. I had lost my sister, mother, and home less than a year before this and I was not ready to be adopted. (You don't have to agree with my choice, I don't know if it was the right or wrong one but it was what I picked to do)
I was offline for a month, when I came back we talked like normal. Everything was fine for a week, then she told me she felt like I was neglecting her. I would take months offline and refused to give her attention and she couldn't vent about it to anyone because she wasn't ready to tell her family about us and our friends all thought she wasn't being understanding enough. I tried to explain that I was in a bad spot and anytime I wasn't giving her attention was not my fault (I shouldn't have phrased it like that when talking to her but again I was 15). Most of them had been due to me having no way to contact her, once was me needing time to myself because of everything going on in my life, and once was because I had been "kidnapped" by a family member and wasn't allowed to be online (which she was upset with me for because she couldn't understand how family can kidnap you or how I couldn't just take their phone and contact her). I don't blame her for not wanting to be in a relationship like this, it was only her second relationship and it definitely wasn't the type of relationship any 16 year old wants. However, she blamed me for not giving her attention when she needed it and blamed me for not finding other ways to contact her. She then dumped me for being a bad girlfriend. I did later vent to many of our friends about her blaming me for what I couldn't control. So, Tumblr, aita for not giving my girlfriend enough attention?
(Please don't bash either of us too much in the comments, we were dumb kids in our first and second relationship and I'm sure we've both grown up a lot since this. I don't blame her for being upset, I wish things had gone differently. I've aged out of the system now, I'm an adult and in a healthy 4 year long relationship.)
TL;DR I wasn't able to give my (15f at the time) girlfriend (16f at the time) enough attention because I was moving states and homes due to foster care and had a month to two months every now and then that I couldn't contact her, she felt neglected in the relationship and broke up with me. Aita?
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Guesthouse of the (Lost) Astartes: To Render Aid (2)
Erriox and Lenora provide aid to a lost chaos space marine and his young bonded human. Malaran and Ben are on a mission.
Dialogue spoken in the Gothic language are bolded and italicized.
Author's Note: Part 1 is here.
I lied, this story has more than two parts to it. Good god, this story has grown monstrously. Every time I wanted to push to the ending, I end up adding more characters to it. I don't know how it happens or why it happens. Just to give a note from last chapter:
This story focuses on the relationship of a chaos space marine who is intensely bonded to his human and touches upon the issue with Black Templars bonding with humans.
Also, Erriox is a responsible space marine and does responsible things. And no, he definitely does not do it for his bonded human's approval.
Thank you @squishyowl and @saradika-graphics for making the fic dividers! Also thanks @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Sirass.
OCs: Lenora; Erriox (Iron Warrior); Ben; Malaran Blackspike (Black Legion); Sirass (@sleepyfan-blog's Iron Warrior)
Tagged: @kit-williams, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan,
@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual
Following the the end of part 1:
Their heartfelt moment was unfortunately cut short when Erriox asked his Black Legion cousin, “How did you end up here?”
“We are looking for his mother. We were ambushed by ferals and were looking for shelter from the storm when you found us.” Malaran answered. Both Erriox and Lenora knew that wasn’t the whole story.
Lenora asked the teen, feeling a little guilty taking advantage of Malaran’s lack of understanding of the English language, “Ben, if you don’t mind me asking: could you tell us, how did you guys get here? Did he kidnap you or something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable.”
The boy shook his head, “No! No, Orca didn’t kidnap me!” He then had a look of determination, “He helped me escape my dad and we’re gonna find my mom. Besides, that asshole wanted to kill Orca.” His voice lowered into a growl.
Lenora found that worrying, though some element was missing, “Find your mom? And your dad wanted to kill Orca? I mean, he’s not exactly easy to kill, unless your dad is also a space marine.” She’s heard of cases of families not tolerating one of their own bonding with a chaos space marine and would try to get rid of the marine by any means, most often occurring with those who were deeply religious. Though she’s only heard and read about them, the endings of those situations were rarely happy.
“That asshole is my dad’s Black Templar. He hurt Orca. He drove my mom away, because she apparently bonded with a chaos space marine too and now they won’t even let me see her. My dad divorced my mom, because my grandma and them said she was evil. They said she’s a whore who consorts with demons.” Ben’s voice started to break, “That’s so stupid! They hate my mom and were just looking for an excuse to get rid of her! And now they want to get rid of Orca! Orca saved me! My dad and his family and that stupid asshole. I hate them! I hate my family! I want my mom!” Ben spat as he hid his face in Malaran’s chest. Malaran felt tears soak into his skin as he purred and rubbed his youngling’s back, trying to soothe his distress.
He may not understand much of the local language, but he understood Ben enough. Ben often talked about his mother (“mom” as he put it) and always with a sad voice. He had seen her pictures, smelt her faint scent when he was in the home and on the little cherished momento that Ben always carried with him. Malaran knew what Ben wanted, and he will fulfil it for him. He’s also watched how harshly his youngling was treated after they found out he was bonded to him. All the more reason to evade the Black Templar, despite wanting to test his mettle against him again. He admitted, it was a thrilling fight, but it was just not worth losing his bonded human over.
“You’re so young, do you understand that it looks like Orca kidnapped you?” Lenora asked worriedly, though Ben’s answer was as she expected.
“I don’t care. Orca’s helping me! I asked him to!”
What are the chances that everyone in the immediate family bonded with a space marine? That is so incredibly rare, but the circumstances and combination could not be worse. Lenora grimaced as she started to understand what was going on. Black Templar space marines were well-known for their zealotry and intolerance to anything chaos. Added with the fact that this may be one of the cases where the family is trying to get rid of the bonded chaos marines so as to not tarnish their family name, it was obvious why Ben ran away from home. Erriox noticed her troubled expression and snuck his hand behind her back, subtly giving a reassuring squeeze on her hip.
He turned to Malaran, “You are being hunted.”
“…yes. We managed to escape since the Black Templar went on a mission at the time.” The chaos space marine was hesitant to admit it, but he needed help. They needed help to find Ben’s mother and evade the zealout Astartes. At this point, he wasn’t even sure where to go from here.
“I’m surprised you haven’t encountered the Templar’s battle-brothers.”
“No, this one seemed to be a lone wolf for some reason.” Malaran confirmed.
Lenora and Erriox exchanged glances. Hers, full of worry and unease. It would only be a matter of time if the Templar rallied for help or the Templar came to find them himself. Erriox frowned, “What is it you wish to do? It will not be long before the Black Templar looks for you here and the youngling should seek extra medical attention. Your best option is to go to the hospital. Being exposed to such prolonged cold could cause your human to become ill, even if he doesn’t look like it currently.”
“I cannot, they will take Ben away from me. We need to keep moving to at find his mother.”
Lenora was about to argue when Erriox stopped her, “Do you know who the mother is bonded to? All we know is that he is a chaos marine.”
“Unfortunately not. Ben brought me to where his mother used to wait for him at school. Her scent was only a trace as she had not returned for some time and there are scents of multiple marines already covering hers.” Malaran thought for a moment then continued, “Of those who were touched by chaos, there were Night Lord, Death Guard, Ultramarine, and one of your brothers.” Erriox's brows rose with the mention of ‘Ultramarine’, he certainly wasn’t aware that Ultramarines could even become corrupted by chaos, but that was a question for another day. If one of his legion brothers is a possibility, he may be able to find out more information from the legion base.
Erriox asked the teen, “Ben, what is your mother’s name?”
Lenora passed a box of tissues to Ben, who gratefully took it. He wiped his tears and blew his nose, crumpling the used tissues in his hand, replying, “Amelia Plover.”
Thinking along the same lines, she asked him, “Is that your dad’s last name or your mum’s?” just in case either surname would be used.
“Plover is my mom’s last name. My dad’s last name is Richter.”
With that, Erriox put on his helm and hailed one of his brothers from the legion base over vox, “Brother Sirass, could you look up the list of bonded humans and see if Amelia Plover or Amelia Richter is among them? Filter for our chaos battle-brothers.”
“Searching now. Why do you ask?”
“I have a child searching for their parent who may bonded to one of our chaos battle-brothers.” Erriox replied. He heard a snort over the line, “Helping a lost child?”
“Don’t laugh, Sirass. I know you’d do the same in my situation.”
“Fine. I found them. There’s an Amelia Plover who is bonded to Brother Alcyon. Makes sense as to why he started living off-base the last six Terran months. Did he know that his bonded had a child?” His battle-brother asked. Malaran gave Ben a squeeze when he heard that.
Erriox shrugged, “Likely, but your guess is as good as mine. We will make our way to the base soon and should be there within five hours.”
“Five?” Came the questioning tone, “Isn’t the base just over a two hour run for you?”
“We should arrive earlier, but we’re preparing to deal with the possibility of Black Templars hunting us along the way. Notify the Warsmith of our situation. Give me a moment.” Erriox took off his helm and told the rest of the group, “Prepare yourselves. We will be heading to the Steelix Fortress as soon as possible. If the Black Templar is hunting Ben and Malaran, then we should leave before this weather breaks. Lenora, you will need to drive Ben there. I will go with Malaran.”
Ben asked, hopeful, “Is my mom there?”
The Iron Warrior’s stern gaze turned to him, “It is a possibility, but don’t get too excited yet.”
Erriox didn’t like the thought of having Lenora driving through the snowstorm, let alone potentially having to outdrive a determined Astartes, but he knew she was familiar with the route and driving in such conditions. He was confident she should have no trouble. Other plans had left Lenora alone to wait, which meant leaving her vulnerable should the Black Templar come knocking. That was even worse. Both he and Malaran will be accompanying them along their drive anyways. This was for the best.
Lenora nodded, having a vague notion of what Erriox is planning, “Understood.” Driving through a snowstorm was not ideal, but she’s done it enough times that it was a familiar routine. She immediately went to gather a pack of extra supplies for Ben, seeing as he had little else outside of the clothes on his back and whatever was in his small backpack.
Erriox put on his helm again, “My bonded and the child, Ben, will be arriving in her vehicle. I will be escorting the Black Legion Astartes, Malaran Blackspike. Call Brother Alcyon and tell him that we may possibly have his human’s child and they can meet us at the base.” He paused, “No, have Alcyon and his bonded meet us at the medical wing. Let the apothecary know that we will be bringing the child to have him seen to; he suffered mild to intermediate hypothermia and may need further medical attention.”
“Consider it done, brother. Alcyon will probably meet you to assist.”
“Thanks, Sirass.”
Sirass’ voice came on again as Erriox was about to lift his helm, ��Tell your bonded to bring more of those cookies she made last time.”
“Maybe next time, but I will let her know.” Erriox chuckled and ended the vox call. He turned to the Black Legionnaire, “My bonded will drive Ben to the Iron Warrior base. You and I will travel alongside them starting from another route, we will try to throw off the trail for the Templar.” Malaran felt uneasy to part with Ben, but he did not argue.
“If you want to throw off the trail…” Lenora returned, the bag of Ben’s supplies ready to go, “Erriox, I don’t know if this will help, but if you and Malaran carry Ben’s bag with his old clothes and shoes with you, there maybe a chance the Templar would follow his scent trail on you two for a while if we’re lucky. I have spare clothing that Ben can wear instead.”
“It is worth trying.” He replied as both Malaran and he donned on their armour again. His human gestured Ben to follow her to the bathroom and shortly returned with the boy cleaned and bundled up in her winter clothes and herself ready to leave. They gave Ben’s pack to them and Malaran wrapped it in his cape once more.
“Do you have shoes I can wear?” Ben asked.
Lenora started her truck before grabbing a pair of smaller rubber boots left behind by one of her coworkers from her closet. She passed them to him, “Here, wear these for now. They’re probably a bit too big for you, but we’ll go with what we got. Once you’re ready, wait at the door.”
Once Ben put on the boots and shouldered the pack Lenora gave him, he did as she instructed. Lenora turned to the two fully armoured Astartes, “We’ll meet you at the base?” she asked.
Erriox lifted her hand to the mouthpiece of his helm, “Yes, we will be following you closely.”
His human looked at him worriedly, her hand pressed onto the cold metal, thumb stroking his helm, “Be careful. Both of you.”
“You as well.”
Malaran patted Ben’s head affectionately. Lenora turned to the teen, “Ben, you will hop on my back and we’ll piggyback to the truck. Once we get there, get in from the driver’s side and shuffle to the passenger seat. That way we only leave one set of tracks instead of two. You got it?”
The boy nodded, “Yes ma’am.” And clambered onto her back, “You ok carrying me?”
Lenora snorted as they made their way towards her truck, “Bud, I’ve moved logs at least twice your weight.”
The two Astartes watched as their humans drove off before closing the door.
“We should go our separate ways to the base, it is likely the Black Templar will follow me first. You should follow your human’s vehicle.” Malaran said.
Erriox agreed and pinged the location of the base to the Black Legionnaire, “This is the base coordinates. Take the trail through the forest on the west side of the house. When you see an opening to a field, jump the fence and continue west.” He pinged another location to Malaran, “There are two trenches starting at this location that span 10 meters and are covered in snow. Face westsouthwest and cross that span in four steps, each spanning 2.5 meters, you will cross without falling in. By any luck, it will slow down the Black Templar. Keep west until you come across a road, then head southwest. It will take you to the main road leading to the base.”
Then he went into Lenora’s closet and grabbed a bunch of hand warmers. Opening them up, he stuffed them into the wrapped bundle Malaran held, “This should make it seem that you are carrying the child from afar.”
Malaran tilted his head, “You and your bonded. Why are you helping us so much?”
Erriox replied, resolute in his self-imposed mission, “Your boy’s mother is bonded to my battle-brother. There is no way I will let one of ours be terrorised and kept away by some son of Dorn. She’s just being kind.”
#warhammer 40k#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#iron warriors#black legion#black templar#oc: erriox#oc: lenora#oc: malaran blackspike#oc: ben#oc: sirass
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Ah thank you so much for your post on Harry's overprotectiveness and how it is deeply rooted in his fear of losing the only family he has by the end of the series not because he thinks Ginny is not capable enough
You spoke God's truth
But like seriously I have seen so many people pointing out the "problem" in Hinny and why they won't make it long term as a couple is that Harry after the war has to see Ginny as a peer not as something to be protected and that's why they are not equals... And I'm like what makes you think he doesn't see her as his equal?
Do I need to point out the number of times in HBP and DH whatever Ginny is doing Harry's reaction is a mix of "wowww my girl is doing amazing" and "OMG what is she doing, she might get herself killed and I'll die seeing just that, poor Voldy shorts would not have to put so much effort in killing me"
And I'm sure this has been pointed out before...A 15 year old Harry had a very similar reaction towards Sirius, a 30 something adult with 7 years of complete magical education, experience in fighting death eaters in Order of the Phoenix and then emotionally fighting the dementors for 12 long years.
You are welcome!
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Harry in canon after he discovers Ginny is leading a rebellion:
This scant news made Harry want to see Ginny so badly it felt like a stomachache; but it also made him think of Ron again, and of Dumbledore, and of Hogwarts itself, which he missed nearly as much as his ex-girlfriend.
- Chapter 15, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
What is true is that Harry hasn't properly processed how hurt Ginny was because he so desperately needed to believe she was safe that he would've needed to be slapped in the face with the reality, and in fact:
He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother’s shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.
- Chapter 36, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
This does not mean Harry doesn't think that what Ginny did was valuable, important or a huge risk:
Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny’s name in the girls’ dormitory, wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right.
- Chapter 16, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry is worried about her physical and mental well-being. But there's a difference between knowing someone is in danger/admiring them for what they are doing and being in the mental space to properly process the information of the love of your life being tortured (something that he would need to deduce from Neville's tale and he is not in the mental space to do it). It would happen once he talks with Ginny (I think Rowling should've created the situation for it once Harry talked with Neville but for reasons that have nothing to do with hinny and everything to do with the devastatingly boring plot of this book).
[I wrote about this in Back to the Eclipse if someone wants to read it.]
It's like when people say that Harry wouldn't tell Ginny things because he didn't let her in the Voldemort stuff completely ignoring that:
Dumbledore tells him to talk only with Ron and Hermione about it and he dies before Harry might start wondering why exactly he can't talk to Ginny about it and ask Albus (I would have loved to see the answer to that question)
Harry has a pathological need to protect her (which I agree is something he needs to work on but it is a direct consequence of how important she is to him and I'll argue it's a flaw that in a moderate dose balances out one of Ginny's)
Harry ends up telling Ginny his mission (killing Voldemort) anyway because he is shit at keeping things from her, as pointed out since the fifth book
Harry is so shit at keeping things from Ginny he has a hard time keeping things from Molly because she has Ginny's eye colour
When Ron gets hurt in HBP, Harry and Ginny get into an obsessive conversation about what might have happened (he is clearly comfortable in discussing important stuff with her, including his beloved mysteries)
His only plan for the future after the battle is endlessly talking with Ginny
The only thing people should deduce is that Ginny most likely spent a good part of her life being an insane security breach of the Department of Law Enforcement (to be fair to Harry: the majority of spouses of people in law enforcement are).
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I want to talk a little bit about my inner critic...
...and hope someone can offer some advice...
My inner critic is an obnoxious, loud, and very convincing woman who never misses a chance to tell me how much I suck.
Yesterday, I was out with my kids all day, and she totally ruined my day. After my posts of the day went up, I occasionally checked Tumblr to see what was happening on those. From the comments, it soon became evident that what was clear to me in my mind, was not clear 'between the lines' in my story. So, I read back and agreed; without knowing more about what went before, information was missing. Now, I could have just taken that as a fact and move on. But that's where she comes in. And she won't let me do that. She uses this to tell me what a lousy writer I clearly am if I can't even make my main character's motivation for her actions clear.
She has been fueled by trolling anon from a few weeks ago and was now yelling at me that when my story isn't boring, it's superficial, rushed, and incomplete. And I needed to rectify this immediately if I wanted to be taken seriously again.
So, after I got home, sorted out dinner and put the kids to bed, I set out to do just that and as a result was up until 1am putting together the Sadie and Finn post I posted this morning. By the time I went to bed, I had been up for 18 hours straight (and at 6.30 am, I was awake again)
Now, don't get me wrong, I stand by that post, and in the end, I think it's a good and necessary addition to the running chapter, but the thing that drove me to write it and the sleep deprivation that came from it aren't healthy.
It also didn't shut her up. Because now she goes on about when you need to explain your character's actions, you're not writing them right.
I'm a bit of a mess... I know that... But any advice on how to shut up very harsh inner critics is very welcome.
P.s. This is not on anyone who commented on my posts. I *love* getting comments on my posts. It shows people are engaged in my story, and my characters evoke emotions. That warms my heart and helps me grow as a writer. Please never stop commenting and sharing your thoughts on my story. ❤️
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modern day curtis and shepard gang headcannons? Like they're old men and women
Hi anon! Sorry this took so long I'm a certified human disaster and my life is kind of in shambles rn
ANYWAY modern day old outsiders headcanons:
-First of all I did some quickmaths, so Darry would be 79 in 2024, Two-bit and Tim Shepard would be 78, Steve would be 76, Soda would be 75, and Curly & Angela Shepard would be 74, and Ponyboy would be 73
-Realistically atp Two would have died of like liver failure but I'm gonna try not to make this a bummer so lets say my man is in a nursing home and spends all day flirting with the nurses and the ladies in the home (who all adore him)
-Lbr Darry would absolutely be the grumpiest of old men (him and Two are in the same home) but he also tells the best stories and is secretly a big softie so all the young, nervous nurses like him the best
-Tim Shepard would rather be dead than in a nursing home and he says as much to anyone who ever suggests he needs one. Angela keeps trying, because he's barely mobile (old injuries + arthritis) but he refuses. Angela knows it's because Sylvia is burried in the graveyard down the block from there, and Tim doesn't want to leave his best friend, even though she's been dead for years he still can't leave her
-Angela lives alone. Having grown up in a turbulent house and worked almost every day of her adult life she enjoys her solitude. Nowadays she takes her fighting spirit to Monday night bingo where she CAN and WILL still strangle you Betty Anne if you try callin' bingo again when we both knows you aint got it-
-Steve and Sodapop live together at the old Curtis house. The neighbours kids have it rough so they come around a lot. Soda bakes cakes when he's got the energy, and Steve has mellowed a bit in his old age and spoils the kids rotten even when lecturing them and basically they act like grandfathers to these two little delinquent kids, who in turn do chores around the house so Soda and Steve can KEEP living there and don't have to go into a home or something
-Curly Shepard and Ponyboy Curtis live together, in a little apartment (Pony moved back to Tulsa when he retired, and Curly followed him like he always does. It's a little inside joke of theirs, since ever since they got together they've never been apart for more than a few days). Neither of them will admit it, but Curly's mind isn't what is used to be, the result of all those head injuries when he was younger finally catching up to him, and it kills Ponyboy a little to see the confusion in his eyes and the way he gets agitated when he can't remember something.
-The Curtis brothers all do that thing where they're always on the phone with one another
-Tim, Angela, and Curly all go out for breakfast together on Saturdays
-Tim has a walking stick and uses it to whack people with
-Two-bit manages to talk one of the nurses into smuggling him extra pudding cups with his dinner and the other residents (including Darry) get real up in arms about it
-Steve and Soda have tv shows that are on at a certain time each week that they steadfastly refuse to miss even though the neighbour kids have tried convincing them to get a netflix account and showeed them how to use the DVR so they could record them
-Steve complains about modern cars and their 'new fangled technology with their screens and electric engines' not being as good as the cars from when he was young
-Darry and Ponyboy compete to see who can get the wordle in the fewest guesses and they both sulk if they lose
#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#two bit mathews#curly shepard#angela shepard#tim shepard#steve randle#sylvia the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#anon I hope this is kind of what you were looking for
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i really did want to like this season going in but ugh. like hearing oh it's written by burnie directed by matt, the seasons i don't like got entirely retconned (petty. i know. no shade to people who like the shisno trilogy i was just eh on it), clearly meant to be a return to reconstruction-era format in some way. all sounds fantastic. unfortunately
basically everything from sarge's death onward felt entirely un-earned and un-genuine. this is probably my biggest sticking point with it all. rvb has been extremely good at making these incredibly silly characters do emotional moments well in a way that feels true to the characters- the finale to season 13, for example, is one of the best bits in the show, imo. and that's a really delicate balance! because fundamentally, these characters are built on comedy, and often being mean to each other, and making genuine interpersonal moments between them can be a really tricky business. the emotional moments in restoration, for me, leaned way too far into the sappy side and as such felt entirely un-genuine, starting with sarge's speech and continuing for the .. most of the rest of it.
now, some other bits would have felt really good if it weren't for their surrounding stuff, if that makes sense? like. after sarge's death, simmons becoming first-in-command and immediately discharging grif. that's really good. that's REALLY GOOD it feels true to their characters and earnest in a way they would be. but the surrounding problems that i mentioned already made it land a looot softer than it should have.
the whole retcon thing was...really unclear, frankly. like, it was sort-of-stated in the trailer, but when the season opened with dylan, as well as the reveal of wash in the hospital, carolina doc and donut being gone, i'd figured that oh, the retcon implied in the trailer HADN'T actually happened, church's simulations just included the stuff that happened. (and also, you should be able to tell what's going on in a piece of media without having watched the trailers..) but no, the retcon was apparently real, this season took place directly after the chorus trilogy. just not communicated well.
where were carolina and donut. like, we know doc'd died but, like. where are those two. donut just ISN'T there (only just mentioned by dr. grey at one point and simmons at another), and carolina is. missing, for some reason, until she's needed for the final fight. given carolina's absence for most of the thing, her moments with tex also felt very underbaked.
the "doc's been dead the whole time!" twist was stupid i'm sorry. i feel like it could have been done well if the rest of the season was better but as it is it just feels cliche. i think i get what they were going for- we never saw the final climactic fight of season 13 because church never saw it, now coming back after however-many-months, we as the audience weren't filled in on how that battle happened, making a surprise "actually, x died!" thing narratively interesting. it just wasn't done well, imo
the meta as a villain was .. just strange as it was played out. the idea of meta!tucker? tucker stuck in his own body while being puppeted by the epsilon-fragments-as-meta? or even, like what epsilon thought was going on, tucker straight up heel-turn? that fucking rules. i am SO into that idea. but i really didn't like how it was done. epsilon-meta was just..goofy. their lines all sounded like a cartoon villain. so much threatening and so much..talking? like, compare to alpha-meta- silent save for the interconnected whispers of the ai, focused, driven, not having long protracted villain speeches. not that villain monologues are BAD, they just don't feel right for the fucking meta! it made them as a villain feel weird and, again, pretty cliche. also, like, the bit where they held the sword to simmons' face and started monologuing threateningly at him? just didn't fit with what we know about the meta at all. the meta would have fucking stabbed him without hesitation that was some felix-type shit
(now, maybe this was the influence of the "host" between either version of the meta. like, maine is silent, so maine-meta is silent. tucker is super chatty, therefore so is tucker-meta. that would have worked if a) tucker was actually the meta rather than just A Meat Puppet and b) the dialogue actually had any resemblance to how tucker talks rather than Stock Villain)
jumping off the topic of epsilon/tucker!meta. tucker was so stiffed this season. the meta could have been piloting a robot body and it would have made 0 difference. the torture scene didn't land and had basically no actual purpose. as others have pointed out, an ACTUAL villain!tucker could have been pretty fucking cool if done right, and would have been a really interesting twist on the meta. i think meat-puppet-tucker could also have been done interestingly, if we saw more of tucker and his conflicts with the ai, or, like, even what happened leading up to the meta Happening after the end of s13. but tucker, one of the imo most interesting and best characters in the entire show, just had almost no influence, purpose, no character development, nothing.
perhaps most damningly of all, it just. wasn't funny. there were a couple little jokes here and there that got a laugh out of me, but there was no sustained comedic energy throughout the thing, and a lot of the bits (church's youtube exposition, the zoom bit) dragged on for WAY too long. i cant believe they did the "ehh.......it's right behind me isn't it" bit entirely straight.
overall, i felt this season is overall underbaked. there were some very cool concepts, bits, and ideas, but all together just did not work.
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i have a carol x daughter reader idea if you want to perhaps write another (she says hopefully & gratefully)
reader leaving signs for carol in the woods or smth to be able to find her and reader being like “you really found me”
I hope this is at least somewhat accurate to what you were envisioning! I’m very sorry it’s taken so long to post it. I did also have help from a wonderful anon who helped me move things along!
Once you were both back on a main road, you swung your bag around to your front and pulled out a copy of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, which was surprisingly still in fairly good condition. Corners were bent and pages slightly weathered, and the front cover was a bit scratched up and dusty, but as far as you could tell, all of the pages were still in tact.
It felt like it had been ages since you felt this excited about something, ever since Carol left, at least. Since she's been gone, your mood had been pretty low, partly due to the fact that you didn't have anyone to talk to anymore. You tried to keep your excitement contained, but you couldn't help yourself, you were just too fucking excited!
"Oh man, I can't believe I found this, Daryl look!" You waved the book in front of you, grinning from ear to ear, barely noticing the quick glance from Daryl before you looked the book over again. "I've been wanting to read these books for forever but never got around to it, and now it's going to be a bit out of order since I'm starting with the second book, but that shouldn't matter cause I've seen the movies so I already know what happens. Have you read these or seen the movies?"
Words spewed out in rapid fire and you continued on without giving him a chance to respond. "I couldn't ever decide who my favorite characters were cause they were all so cool, but I always felt I had hobbit vibes cause I love breakfast, and potatoes! PO-TAY-TOES --" "Hey! Can ya shut up, please? I can't think straight with all that ramblin' yer doin'. We wasted too much time as it is, prob'ly cause of that dumb book, so let's keep it movin'."
His loud voice startled you, stopping you in your tracks. You stared at him in disbelief as he yelled, this time him not giving you any time to react before he turned and started walking again. It took you a few seconds to ground yourself, he had never talked to you that way before.
You looked down at the book for a moment before going through the motions of putting it back in your bag and continuing your way behind Daryl. All you think about now was how much you wished Carol would come back, not only because you missed her and wanted to share these things with her, but she was the only one you felt understood you. She would have never reacted that way towards you, and until that moment, you honestly didn't think Daryl would have either.
You didn't make a sound the rest of the time. When you stopped at other places to see if there was anything you could bring back, you did it quietly. When you finally stopped for the night, you gathered up the wood for the fire and got it started like Carol showed you.
Daryl was quiet too, but he looked like he had wanted to say something for the past couple hours by the way he would glance back at you every now and then. As dinner was heating up, the only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. You sat close by to keep warm, hugging your knees to your chest.
After a few minutes of stirring around the food in the pan, Daryl sat back and chewed at the inside of his lip. "I'm sorry about earlier.." he finally spoke, his voice softer now. You glanced over at him and nodded, unsure if you were ready to speak yet.
There was another pause before he continued. "I need ya ta know that you weren't doin' anythin' wrong, and I wasn't mad at ya 'cause of the book. I jus'.. I was mad at somethin' else and I shouldn't've taken it out on ya, and I'm sorry."
You nodded your head. You could see that he truly meant it, he always did, but nodding was all you could manage in that moment. There was another quiet pause. "I know ya miss her.. I know it's tough not havin' her here, but she will be back, ya know."
"When?" It was a quick response, catching Daryl off guard. He didn't have an answer for you and you could see that by the look he had on his face. "I dunno," it was almost a whisper. "But she will be, she always does."
You let out a quiet sigh and brought your attention back to the fire. "I think the food is done. Carol always said you like to cook the meat until it's dry," you tried to hide your smirk, but Daryl caught it. Of course he caught it!
"Is that so? I hate ta break it to ya, but Carol doesn't know everythin'." He chuckled before removing the pan from the fire and tossing the contents inside around. The meat was charred and the look of it just made you both laugh.
"Why don't we make a deal," your ears perked and you brought your attention back to him. "You show me how Carol showed ya how to cook and I'll show you an easier way to start a fire." You smiled and nodded your head in agreement. "Ok, that sounds like a fun deal."
You felt your mood shift to something lighter, like you could relax again. As you took over the cooking, starting something new so you weren't just eating burnt mystery meat, Daryl brought up the book you had found. "I've seen a couple of those movies, never read the books though. I think I'd probably be a hobbit, too. That old scowly one that's always glarin' at people."
You smiled and nodded. "Oh, I can see that," you laughed. "You'd have 'No visitors welcome' signs staked all around your yard just to make sure everyone got the hint to stay away." You both laughed.
The rest of the night moved along effortlessly, talking about your favorite parts, quoting lines that you could remember and just having a good, fun time. It reminded you of how things were with Carol and it helped fill that void you felt since she's been gone. No one could replace her, but it felt good having other people who could make you feel like the way she did.
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Recruiter!Gale x College Student!Bucky AU
Keep reading under the cut.
There were many things Gale was proud to do in the name of the US Airforce He would work with charities and could talk to vets all day lone. He lent new recruits an ear when they struggle to settle in. He had flown headfirst and steady into warzones time and time again.
But he would not force anybody into the service.
He could never keep the distaste from curling his lip whenever someone at the base mentioned recruitment drives. And Gale didn't pull his rank for much; pulling teeth from his was easier. But he wielded it with zealous fervour whenever the PR and Recruitment Teams looked for someone to go to this high school or that college to boost numbers.
But then he'd become friends with young Ken Lemmons and before that he'd been born with a soft heart that betrayed him something fierce when Ken had come running to him in a desperate panic.
"She's leaving him, Gale. My mom's finally leaving him!"
Ken's mom had him young, and they were incredibly close in a way that made a highly unwanted jealousy curdle awful inside of him. But unfortunately, her judgement of character could be way off, according to Ken. The second he'd signed up and shipped out, some guy had come along and planted himself into Mama Lemmons' life and her house and refused to leave. Ken, Crosby and Rosie had been coming up with a plan to help her, but nothing had been working and Miss Lemmons had become more and more withdrawn.
One day, Gale had interrupted their solemn silence as they contemplated what to do, and said low and calm, a cup of coffee steaming in his hand and his hip cocked lazily against the counter, said, "I'll go get him, if you want."
Him. Not 'her'. Because of the four of them Gale knew best how removing the problem often meant removing the man.
Rosie had blinked. Crosby had paled. And Ken had looked wondrously fond and said, "Not quite yet, Sir."
But it seemed she had finally come to her senses.
"But she wants to go tonight. And it'll take me four hours to just get there, and her sister stays like another three hours away in Rockford, but I've got the start of the recruitment circuit tomorrow-"
By this point Ken was turning purple and Gale cut him off out of fear of him passing out.
"Calm down, Master Sergeant," he squeezed Ken's shoulder with a firm grip. "Now don't you worry. I'll get your leave approved."
"No Major," Ken flushed. "Colonel Huglin said it was fine so long as I found someone to step in."
"To step in for what?"
"The recruitment drive! We start the Wisconsin circuit tomorrow."
Gale suddenly felt like he'd been endeared into a trap.
"I thought it was going to be a bust but then Major Rosenthal suggested you!"
That ballsy son of a bitch.
"And I know it's a lot to ask, but it wouldn't be for the whole thing - just a couple of days while I get her settled and get the guy out of there."
Under the full force of Ken's baby face and the absolute trust he had that his Major and his friend would come through for him, Gale hadn't been able to do anything but hang his head, sigh, and curse this child to high heaven.
"Alright, Lemmons. I got you."
So there Gale stood, decked to the nines in his uniform, scowling at some pamphlets, and ignoring the smuggest Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal he had ever had the displeasure to be around.
"You're going to have to talk to me at some point, Cleven."
And damn you could tell Rosie had been a lawyer in a past life, the way he could goad you into talking.
"Why?" Gale snarked. "You've already been recruited."
Rosie rolled his eyes with such force he threw back his head. Put his whole body into it, in fact. "You're not hog-tying anyone and throwing them into a van, Gale."
Gale gave him a flat look he'd been told could level buildings and felt the 'yet' sitting on his tongue could go unsaid.
Rosie pointed a stack of pamphlets at him. "Stop it."
Gale just shook his head. "It's not like people don't know who the Airforce is, Rosie. Tryin' to get folks to enlist by sellin' them only the positives? It's dishonest."
Rosie got that glint in his eye Gale recognised from when the younger recruits pushed that inch too far and he'd started to consider violence.
"Or, it's a few days off base, and I know you need that."
Gale's face twisted.
"Ah-ah!" Rosie scolded him. "Don't you dare. You're becoming a workaholic hermit, Major Cleven. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't resort to subterfuge to derail those kinds of plans, huh?"
Gale just rolled his eyes and let the matter rest. He let Rosie do most of the talking anyway, but answered any question put to him fully and honestly.
By the time the afternoon had settled over them good and proper, it was getting hot. Gale took his hat off and swept his hair back where it fell over his eyes.
"-sus fucking Christ, Curt. Is he real?"
Gale swivelled at the voice behind him. Standing there, like a deer caught in the headlights, was a tall, athletic, freckled man. He wore a baseball tee, white with red sleeves, that showed off the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his arms. Gale idly wondered if that baseball tee was actually functional with a frame like that. His head was a tumble full of brown curls, with glints of auburn in the sun.
Next to him, where Gale barely managed to spare a glance, was a shorter, stocky fella with a gleeful grin and a little crook to his nose - Curt the other one had called him.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Gale asked and the curly-haired fella cursed under his breath, "Really?!" as Curt elbowed him in the ribs and said, "Yeah, I'd say he's real, Bucky."
Rosie wandered over. "You fellas interested in a career in the US Airforce?"
Bucky's demeanour changed as he shifted his attention from Gale to Rosie. It got shaper like his friend as he smirked.
"What'dya think, Curt? You want a career to repress the queer? The military's still unofficially Don't Ask Don't Tell, right?"
Gale didn't like that at all. Not about the boys under his command. He strapped on his Major-voice fit for public, the one that reminded people he knew what he was about quick sharp.
"It most certainly is not."
Bucky eyed him, head to toe, and narrowed his eyes considering. "And you'd know, huh?"
"Yes sir, I would."
And any troublemaking Bucky had been planning was woefully undermined by the fierce blush that blossomed across his freckled face when he heard Gale say yes sir.
Bucky took a few brave steps forward, urged on by a boot to the back of his knee by Curt. Standing before Gale, he noticed Bucky's eyes were dark blue, not brown like he'd though. Bucky put both his hands in his back pockets, stretching the thin material of his shirt across the wide expanse of his chest.
But Gale was military. Gale had iron clad self control. He'd trained for this. He would not look down.
"So, uh," Bucky bit his lip and looked down and rocked on his heels and it was not cute. "If I signed up, would that make you my superior officer?"
Gale heard a thud from Rosie's direction.
"It would."
"And I'd have to report to ya and call you sir and what not?"
"This is not happening."
"Shh!"
"You-you don't shush a Major in the US Airforce!"
Gale ignored the bickering going on behind him, and fought the smile Bucky was nearly bringing out in him. "You would."
And he should shut this down. He should. He was workin' for God's sake. But.
"And as, uh, tempting as that is," he said to Bucky, dropping his voice lower that it already was, "I think you'd look much better in a baseballer's uniform than a military one."
Bucky's eyes sparked up in delight and Rosie took that moment to thwack Gale with his own hat.
"Major Cleven," he said, thrusting the hat into Gale's hands. "These young ladies from the Engineering School have some questions about the Ground Crew. Care to enlighten them?"
Gale dutifully donned his hat. "Sure thing, Major Rosenthal." He turned to Bucky and touched his cap. "Y'all have a nice day, now." And if he put some extra drawl in there to see if it would fluster Bucky, that was his business.
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly after that, and by six pm they were loading up the jeep and preparing to head out to their digs for the evening.
When the last box was secure and the rear door shut, Gale turned around to check they hadn't left anything behind, when he saw a familiar face a few feet away.
Lord don't ask him how, but he managed to keep his smile small and in no way indicative of the hot, thrilling jolt the sight sent down his belly.
"You change your mind after all?" he asked Bucky.
Bucky laughed and sauntered over to Gale and Christ did that man have dimples.
"Nah," he grinned. "I just, uh, saw you packing up and thought I'd say hey."
Then Rosie began his muttering. "Seriously? The guys I've tried to set you up with and this?"
"Well, hey," Gale murmured.
Bucky stepped right on up, his confidence incongruous with the damn near bashfulness on his face. "Hey."
"One was a partner in a lawfirm-"
And a conservative jackass.
"Then there was the chef-"
Who thought the secret to good cuisine was goddamn eggplant. In everything.
"And the teacher! But this? This is what gets you going?!"
"Alright, you got me," Bucky said. "I, uh, came to see if you were doing anything tonight?"
Gale's tongue flicked out to wet his lips and Bucky's eyes locked on it like a target. "Am I?"
"Are you flirting?!"
And Bucky got mischief in his eyes and his hands got brave and came to curl over the lapels of Gale's coat. Strong and dextrous fingers skimmed down the sharp lines of his uniform, down to the catch of his button, and playfully toyed and traced the smooth metal stud.
When Bucky spoke, Gale fancied he could nearly feel the vibration against his mouth. "I have spent a frankly pathetic portion of the afternoon coming up with a lot of...creative ideas of what you could be doing. If you're open to 'em."
Gale slowly and deliberately plucked the keys of the jeep from his pocket and watched Bucky perk up as they jangled. Like a dog knowin' a treat was coming.
"Major Rosenthal-"
"Don't you dare, Cleven."
Gale didn't take his eyes off Bucky. "You better call a cab, Rosie."
Bucky's smile was satisfied and wolfish, and when Gale jerked his head towards the jeep, John bounded over to the passenger door, leaving Rosie stunned and gaping in his wake.
"There are no civilians in military vehicles, Gale!"
Gale shrugged and turned towards the driver's door. "Gonna report me, Rosie?"
Rosie swore up a storm and called after Gale as he got in the jeep and started the engine.
"I damn would!" he yelled as the jeep peeled away. "If I knew the write up for abandoning your fellow officer for some dick!"
#clegan#buck x bucky#gale cleven#john egan#rosie rosenthal#mota#masters of the air#fic#alternative universe
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THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER
Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader
Summary: You decide to go back to that creepy house and things don’t really go as planned
Warnings: Mention of missing person, creepy stuff, mention of blood, lady with an axe and I think that’s all? -> 18+ !!
Other: English isn’t my fist language so I apologize in advance for any mistake
-> Masterlist
-> Part four ; Part six
-> Ugly truth (05)
The living room of the temporary house you were sharing with Bucky was filled with the scent of burgers and fries, the television was on but the volume was down. You sat on the edge of the couch, absently picking at your food as your mind inevitably drifted back to your argument with Bucky just last night. He didn’t even spare a glance in your direction after you stormed out of the room, not that you made any effort to talk to him.
Across from you and Bucky, Sam and Dean lounged in their armchairs, their exhaustion evident in the bags under their eyes. As if they didn’t sleep at all, much like you. There was nothing but silence as you ate the last meal of the day, tired after a day of working on the case just to get nothing. No lead, no idea on where this Adam lived since he was the only hope to know more about Cassandra’s whereabouts before she disappeared.
You, along with the rest of this weird team, had gone to the hospital where Cassandra worked at and asked questions to her colleagues that were as useless as a fish out of the water. Apparently this Cassandra was not keen to have social relationships outside her family, you had learnt.
Family that consisted in her stepmother and biological father. Mrs Miller was… well, you had already met her. Her father, on the other hand, was not in the picture apparently. No one knew shit about that poor woman’s private life and the only resource you had left was Adam - and you hadn’t found where he lived yet.
You and Dean, in all of this, hadn’t had that talk yet. About why he didn’t tell Bucky the truth on what you two had seen at Mrs Miller’s house and, most importantly, why he didn’t seem fazed about it. You never told anyone about the kind of experiments they did in the Hydra base you were raised at, not even Fury. You couldn’t, and for a long time you tried to forget what you had seen with your own eyes.
After you were rescued you figured they’d eventually find out the monsters that were created in there, but you never heard anyone talk about it so you kept your mouth shut. They had told you they rescued every child, teenage and adult Hydra kidnapped and that’s what mattered the most to you. Those things were creatures to forget, but you saw one again. And not in your old Hydra facility. No.
You saw it through the window of Mrs Miller’s house, and a small part of you suspected that Cassandra wasn’t fully dead. You were starting to think she had turned into one of those things and that only meant Hydra was nearer than you thought, but Mrs Miller was nowhere near being the person behind this and she was too far gone mentally to give you a clue about who this person could be.
And you came to the conclusion you wanted to find out yourself. Alone.
You decided you wouldn’t tell Bucky, nor Sam or Dean. You suspected that the brothers knew something already and that meant they purposely kept things from you and Bucky, maybe even Fury. Or maybe Fury himself was involved but then again, why wouldn’t he tell you? You were confused, angry and tired of this whole situation.
“Did you find something?” Dean asked with his mouth full of fries to his brother who was giving him a disgusted look. “What? We’re all friends now, no need for manners.” He shrugged.
“If you ever had any.” Sam mumbled under his breath, before turning the laptop to the general direction where both you and Bucky - and also Dean - could see. “This is a local article about Cassandra’s father, Michael Sawyer. It says he was a successful scientist until he disappeared in 1996 when the outcome of his infidelity was left on his doorstep. Cassandra’s biological mother was never found, not even to this day. Mrs Miller kicked him out and took the child in, raising Cassandra as her own.”
“He suddenly came back in town in 2013, the news spread all over the State. Mrs Miller took him back almost immediately, people believe because she was having financial problems raising her then 17 years old daughter, and he has been nothing but a lovely father and husband ever since.” Sam finished, looking at each of you in the room.
“Where is he now?” Bucky asked, taking a sip from the bottle of beer in his hand - the only thing he touched the whole night, since the burger was still perfectly wrapped.
“No idea.” Sam turned the laptop screen in his direction once again, typing something down. “No news from him ever since Cassandra disappeared. Do you think he could be involved?”
“Could be.” Dean shrugged. “It definitely sounds suspicious.”
“He came back when my facility fell, in 2013.” You informed them. “But that could be a coincidence, I believe the only one that can know something about that family is Adam, since he was her boyfriend. Did you find anything about him?” You asked.
“No.” Sam sighed. “I might do a few calls though, see if a friend of mine can track him down.”
“If you’re still hoping for Cas to answer you’re an idiot, Sam.” Dean grunted, glaring at his brother.
“Who’s Cas?” Bucky inquired, looking between the two of them. “This case is ours. We can’t spill details to friends, that’s the first thing they teach at SHIELD.”
“We know, my brother was just being dumb.” Dean got up from his armchair, putting on his usual green leather jacket. “Let’s go, it’s late and we need rest.” Dean seemed quite dismissive, as he took his brother by the jacked and forced him to get up.
Bucky watched as Dean practically dragged Sam to his feet, a frown made it’s way to his face at the fastness of their departure. Bucky’s gaze flickered to yours for a moment and you shrugged at him, just as puzzled at the brothers’s behavior as he was.
As the door closed behind the two, Bucky turned his his head towards you once again, a furrow forming between his brows. “I think we should do a background check on them. There’s something they’re hiding.”
“You always seem to think people are hiding something and can’t be trusted. We don’t have time for that.” You retorted, your tone full of irritation. “We have a case to solve, James, we can’t worry about those two. Fury says they’re good, so they’re good.” You said. Even if you did agree with him, you also were sure - for some reason - that they weren’t a threat.
His jaw tightened at your words, but he didn’t back down. “I’m just saying we should be cautious.” He insisted.
“And I’m saying we have more important things to worry about.” You said.
With that, you rose from the couch to clear the coffee table where the four of you had dinner on, and you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you. Your heard him sigh before he left the room and went into the kitchen, only to come back with an empty trash bag and start helping you out.
“Can we talk for a moment? About the other night?” He asked after a while, breaking the silence as you both finished cleaning the mess that mainly those two had left behind.
“I’m not in the mood for talking.” You mumbled, turning off the lights of the kitchen. “I’m going to bed, actually, so have a good night.”
“Emma-”
You walked past him upstairs, locking your bedroom door behind you; you had something to do that night, so you pushed aside the slight, almost invisible guilt you felt for not listening to whatever Bucky had to say. Making your way to the bedside table, your reached for the drawer where you kept your gun - you could never know.
You tucked the gun into your holster and sat on your bed, it was still too early. You could hear Bucky downstairs doing God knows what, and you knew that given his enchanted hearing due to the Super Soldier serum he would hear you if you sneaked out when he was awake.
You waited patiently until the house fell quiet, and you made your way to the window. Sliding it open, making sure not to make any sound, you jumped - thankfully you had some kind of super strength yourself, so when your legs hit the ground you didn’t even flinch.
You looked around you to make sure no one saw you, after all you were still Bucky’s wife for the whole neighborhood as a cover and sneaking out in the middle of the night would look suspicious. You passed in front of Dean’s and Sam’s house, noticing the Impala wasn’t there - weird. So much for being tired and wanting some rest, as they said.
It didn’t take you long to arrive to the Miller’s house, but you had to admit that perhaps you walked slower that you normally would. You did want answers, but you also knew that they would only be a confirmation of what you suspected.
With careful precision, you scanned the perimeter of Mrs Miller’s house, hoping to find a way in without having to break anything mainly to avoid someone hearing. Someone, being that thing that Mrs Miller kept locked in a room. Thankfully you saw that a window of the ground floor was left slightly open, so you didn’t let the opportunity go to waste and you slid in with ease.
Balancing on the edge of the window frame, you put a feet on the ground inside followed by the other - you didn’t miss this place one bit. You had to squint your eyes to adjust your eyes to the sudden darkness, but you managed to see how everything was exactly how you and Dean had left it.
Taking cautious steps to avoid getting hurt due to the glass shattered on the floor, you made your way to the staircase. The silence was odd, in your opinion, the only sounds came from you as the wooden stairs cracked under your every step. Sometimes you wished you could fly, but not everyone had that fortune nowadays.
As you reached the top of the stairs, the smell that hit your nostrils was something you wished you weren’t used to. Rotten meat, that’s what it was, but you kept walking. Thankfully the moonlight was filtering through those nasty windows or else you wouldn’t be able to see your nose in there. You entered carefully in what seemed like a bedroom, a girl’s bedroom.
Cassandra’s pictures were shattered on the ground, the furniture was overturned and most of her belongings were broken on the floor. You walked further into the room and the smell got so bad that you had to cover your nose and mouth with your hand. You expected to find a cadaver inside the wardrobe once you walked over there to open it, but you let out a sigh of relief when all you found were dirty clothes and dead flies.
You scanned the room once again and your eyes fell on the ground, where a stack of paper was scattered all over the carpet. Kneeling down, you picked them up.
You couldn’t read anything as the writing seemed frenetic, and surely the poor light didn’t help. You heard a sudden sound coming from somewhere in the house, and your body reacted before your mind could; you tucked the papers in your pockets with the intention of bringing it back home and try to make light of the situation there.
You decided to keep looking for any clue that would give you some answers, and you made your way in the hallway. You kept walking cautiously and you stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed a door that was different from the others. It was made of iron and it had different locks of different sizes, clearly made to keep something inside.
Bingo.
You knew what was hiding behind that door, you had seen it from the window the other day. Before you could process how you were gonna act next, a soft, feminine voice made your blood run cold.
“Help.” It pleaded. “Please, help. I’m hungry. Open the door. I’m hungry. Please help.”
You blinked a few times, taking a few steps away from that door. You knew that whoever talked was probably Cassandra, but you also knew that she wasn’t her anymore. Those things could imitate voices to lure people. Knowing that, you didn’t even know yourself why you hesitated before leaving, all you knew is that it was probably too late as soon as you heard the sound of jiggling keys in the background accompanied by Mrs Miller’s voice.
With quick reflexes you turned to leave immediately, but the next door you approached was locked and the light was nonexistent since there wasn’t a single window in that corner of the house. You heard Mrs Miller’s steps walking closer, and you thought you were gonna be screwed soon enough…
… except that a pair of hands clamped over your mouth, shutting out any sound you could possibly make. You tried to break free but the stranger was incredibly strong, even stronger than you.
The next thing you knew, you were lifted from the ground momentarily, and then you heard the faint sound of what you associated with a trapdoor closing nearby. As soon as the little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling was turned on, you realized that if it wasn’t for your incredible self control you would have killed somebody.
Bucky Barnes was looking at you with his jaw clenched, but what caught your eyes were those two fucking idiots behind him - and Dean was giggling.
“What the fuck is going on?!” You demanded, as you saw those three fuckers looking at you. Bucky, unlike Sam and Dean, was visibly pissed.
“You’re the one asking that?” Bucky spat, as he was still gripping your wrist. “Leaving the house in the middle of the night like an idiot. What? You thought I wouldn’t hear you?”
“Wait, you came here alone?” Sam asked, looking over where you were sitting.
“Yes, I came here alo- what are we doing here? And how did you get here so quickly?”
“I followed you, you idiot.” Bucky said, his voice sharp with anger as he released his grip on your wrist. “You could have been killed down there. That lady is walking around with an axe, in case you didn’t notice!” He was angry but the sounds below made him keep his voice low - you weren’t out of danger yet.
“A what?!”
“A bloody axe.” Dean clarified, with that smug face still on.
“What are you fucking smiling about?” Bucky’s anger shifted momentarily from you to him, his eyes narrowing in frustration.
“This wasn’t in my bingo card tonight. I mean, what were the odds? First we find you, then you find her - what’s next? Us being torn apart by an hysterical lady?” Dean chuckled, but he was clearly tired.
“I wouldn’t take that out of the equation.” Sam said, leaning back on the wall as you all were sitting on the ground. “I’m too pretty to die again.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? You could have been hurt.” Bucky turned to you again, after all you were his main concern. He was on this mission together with you and you were his teammate, not them. So it was understandable that he was worried for your safety, whether he liked you or not.
You glanced over at Dean before you sighed, finally relaxing your muscles after almost being found inside Mrs Miller’s house by Mrs Miller herself while she was walking around with a damn bloody axe. “I haven’t totally been honest with you.”
“No shit.”
“Listen, I wanted to be sure about everything before I told you.” You said exhaling. “Mrs Miller isn’t the only problem around.”
“Don’t you think I hear that fucking thing right now? It’s scratching the door, locked in the room below us.” At Bucky’s words, your eyes fell on the ground. With the silence, you heard it too.
“Then now you know what I was looking for! Stop asking stupid questions!”
“Can you guys fight another time?! Whatever problem you have with one another can wait!” Sam huffed.
“I personally have no problem at all.” You shrugged, gaining a death glare by Bucky. “Listen, I didn’t tell you not because I don’t trust you or anything, formally speaking you’re one of the best agents we have and I have to trust you for this mission.” You spoke sincerely. “But I wanted to be sure and… I know what it is. And I know it’s not going to hurt me.”
Bucky was about to say something when he was cut off. “What do you mean by that?” Dean joined the conversation, now serious, as he looked at you. “That’s a Wendigo - they hunt humans for food, Emma. Of course it’s going to hurt you.”
“What the fuck it’s a Wendigo now?” Bucky felt like smacking repeatedly his head against the wall.
“The Wendigo is a former human that turned into that thing downstairs due to cannibalism. Could live up to hundreds of years eating human meat, but the thing I don’t understand is why Cassandra became one so soon.” Dean explained, scratching his forehead in frustration.
“Which is why we came. She had to eat meat - human meat in order to transform, so someone must have been… you know… giving it to her.” Sam continued.
“Not necessarily.” You shook your head. “We suspect she was taken due to her knowledge about Hydra since probably she got too close to the truth about the patient she was treating, right? Well, you can also turn into a Wendigo through a bite or if its blood it’s mixed to yours and in that case, the transformation requires a few days if it doesn’t kill you first.”
“How do you know that?” Dean frowned.
“Hydra made me watch.” You shrugged.
“What doesn’t make sense is… we suspect she was taken, as you said, due to her finding the truth about what Hydra does to people - but they’re the ones who keep leaving corpses around so they must be the ones that want people to know. Why take her if she did what they wanted?” Sam asked
“Maybe those bodies weren’t meant for her to find” You suggested.
Bucky stayed silent for the whole conversation, processing everything he was hearing. He wasn’t even surprised, it was perfectly in line with the other atrocities Hydra did. “Are you guys sure it’s Cassandra the thing downstairs?” He didn’t question much considering that for the first time ever since he met the two brothers, he was actually believing what they were saying.
“Not really.” You answered. “But it’s a possibility. I don’t see why that woman would keep it locked in her house if that creature didn’t use to be her own daughter.”
“What do you know about the Wendigo?” Bucky narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you. He couldn’t recall you ever mentioning such creature before. “I’ve been with Hydra for seventy years and not once did they mention anything about this. So how come you know?”
You took a moment to look at his face, before finally giving him an answer - and probably one he didn’t expect. “I am one.” You said. You couldn’t hide it any longer if you wanted to move on with the case.
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