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808airsoftbros · 28 days

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Yujin's Wake Up Call

Author: This is a simple short story nothing too special and something that came to my mind that I want to write. If you want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist.

Author's POV

It was another busy day at Starship, the IVE girls recently returned from their world tour and they were indeed exhausted after travelling the world for the past several months.

Yujin especially was tired along with the girls but she was disheartened when she heard that they would be visiting a patient with cancer as part of the wish foundation.

"Can you girls go for me? I'm too tired," Yujin asked and Gaeul rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious, Yujin? I get that you're tired from travelling the world but our manager says will be getting a whole month break afterward and we can do whatever we want from there," Gaeul pointed out and Yujin groaned.

"Yeah, and also our fans mean alot to us, and what about you?" Rei asked and Yujin scoffed.

"What are you on about? I'm only being nice because I have to and I hate that I have to be fake!" Yujin complained and Gaeul shook her head in disappointment.

Sadly, Yujin can be lazy at times, she'd be often caught slacking in dance practices when off camera, and you can bet every dollar that she tried every excuse you could think of to get out of her work.

This would annoy her members especially Gaeul and they'd always be fighting and arguing with one another.

"Yujin, do not start this shit again... We've been over this how many God damn times already?! When are you ever going to change?!" Gaeul angrily asked and Yujin rolled her eyes.

"When management doesn't constantly make us work to death," She answered spitefully.

"Well, if you do not behave, Ms. An Yujin, you will be one sorry woman, do you hear me?" Gaeul coldly warned but Yujin shrugged it off.

Because of how she always tends to act, the crew and management, and even her own members don't like nor respect her, but she doesn't seem to care.

Yujin also tends to have bad habits of drinking and smoking too much and Gaeul always catches her vaping when she's not supposed to.

Wonyoung and Yujin's friendship began deteriorating as she was fed up with her antics and was disheartened to see her friend changing for the worse.

One quiet night, Yujin snuck out of the dorm without waking up the girls and sat on a bench to smoke and drink.

It was quite foggy and there were hardly any noises to be heard besides the slight sounds of the breeze which was perfect for her.

"Perfect. No one to bother me," Yujin muttered as she takes a sip of soju.

"Excuse me," She heard a feminine voice asked and she turned to see a unfamiliar woman.

Yujin jumped in surprise as she didn't notice the woman approaching her.

"W-what do you want?" She nervously asked.

"Oh, sorry for startling you, it's quite a foggy night is it?" She kindly asked.

"I guess you can say that..." Yujin muttered to her and took a puff from her pod.

"Shouldn't idols be limiting how much they drink and smoke?" The woman asked as she sat down next to her.

"Why is it your business?" She snarled and the woman frowned.

Seeing Yujin's attitude, the woman just stared at her intently and then gave her a cold demeanor.

"I'll tell you why you're here... It's because you're lazy, useless, and a pathetic excuse of an idol," The woman coldly said and Yujin was taken aback.

"Who the fuck are you to judge me?! I can't help but get overwhelmed sometimes! Maybe if you were an idol then you'd understand!" Yujin retorts and the woman shook her head.

"Tsk. Overwhelmed? Only because you just have to visit a special patient? Is that your only excuse? As someone who has a chronic heart condition, you disgust me," The woman angrily replied and Yujin was now lost for words trying to come up with the words.

"I-" She was about to say but was cut off.

"Shut it! Did you know I was once an idol like you? I couldn't practice or sing on some days but I still give it my all! Unlike you, who has a management who at least cares for you and would get you the help you need... My management never cared for me, if they don't see me as efficient... Poof, they will simply get rid of me like I'm sort of a piece of garbage meant to be disposed of," The woman explained her story and Yujin gulped in fear.

"Every day I have to work through excruciating pain! The only person who ever cared for me was the custodian who works here, and I have to keep working no matter what just to survive, and here I see a spoiled rotten you always coming up with excuses just to get out of work! You leave me speechless... Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" The woman coldly asked with a tear shedding from her eye and Yujin tried to shrug off the feeling of guilt but no matter how hard she tried... It lingered inside of her but she refused to show it.

"There are many other idols left forgotten in the winds of time and talents wasted, they would give anything to be in your position yet you couldn't care less... It's pitiful," She finished and Yujin was boiling deep inside.

"And who the hell are you?!" Yujin asked her and the woman grinned.

"Consider me your wake up call, An Yujin, I hope one day you realize the error of your ways... Goodnight," The woman bid goodbye and got up from the bench.

Yujin watched as the mysterious woman walked into the fog and vanished out of sight.

After that, Yujin was left angry and confused, she wondered who the woman was as she had never met or heard of her. She quickly concludes her drinking and smoking session and goes back inside the building.

When she got into the corridor she finds the janitor Jake sweep mopping the floor.

"Hey, Jake!" Yujin called out and he paused.

"Yes?" Jake replied and Yujin sighs.

"Do you happen to know a woman who was an idol here? She claims to have a heart condition but... I don't know she's making it up or not to trick me into making me feel bad," She asked and Jake frowned before looking down.

Jake goes into his pocket pulling out a picture of the very same woman that Yujin encountered earlier and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this the woman you're referring to?" Jake asked as he showed the photo.

"Y-yes, that's her alright, who is she?" She curiously asked and he deeply sighed.

"Her name is Jennifer Jung, she was once a trainee here, she was also the sister of Jessica and Krystal Jung, but she had a severe and chronic heart condition... I tried my best to help her when management wasn't looking but it wasn't enough, she perished five months into her training," He explained the story and sighed once more.

Yujin froze in terror and shivers were sent down her spine as she could hardly believe that she was talking to the spirit of Jennifer this whole time.

She didn't know what to make of it but Jake didn't see her as a crazy person and he already figured she saw Jennifer. Yujin returns to her dorm and Jake continues his janitorial duties.

After that night, Yujin was a changed woman much to everyone's surprise, she eventually quit smoking and stopped drinking as much, although she mostly kept to herself, she stopped complaining and followed their schedules.

Yujin and the girls visited the hospital patient without issues or trouble much to management's delight and they were happy they were able to deliver someone's last dying wish.

Sometimes Yujin felt the urge to return to her old habits but refused and kept going no matter what. Yujin would never forget that encounter that night.

She never saw Jennifer again but on some foggy nights, she felt her presence was near but never again would she take anything for granted.

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: hi again! this is inspired by some squabbling i did with a friend earlier as he was suffering from a migraine. i wanted to try my hand at headcanons again as well!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: light mention of nsfw topics, like blink and you'll miss it light

Vegeta initially tries to hide that he's getting sick

he's very fucking bad at it tho

His nose is stuffed and he's forced to breathe through his mouth, and you can literally hear the congestion when he talks

He looks so tired, and his appetite is literally halved

"Vegeta, get back in bed." You tell him when he shuffles into the kitchen for breakfast

He may be sick, but he's still Vegeta

Which is to say he's still stubborn as hell

"How dare you talk to me that way?! I am-"

"You are pissing me off." You growl, picking up the nearest kitchen utensil and holding it up threateningly

This is the only time Vegeta wisely picks his battles

He growls and turns around to go back to the bedroom, bundling up in the blankets

"I'm cold, woman." He says when you come into the room with a tray of breakfast for him

You shove a beanie on him that you had specially made just for him, since the store bought ones didn't have a chance in hell of fitting over his mane of hair

he's also just got a big head

Vegeta sneers at you but remains quiet. He knows he looks like a damn fool, but with a bright red nose, there isn't much he can do to seem like more of the prideful, powerful Saiyan he is

You bundle him up properly in the many blankets, fluffing the pillows behind him so he can sit up and relax while he eats

"You call this a meal for a Saiyan?" He snarks. "Looks like an appetizer to the appetizer."

lol @ him not finishing it all

"You... Wouldn't bully a sick man, would you?" His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

"Of course not." You smirk and kiss his cheek. "But I certainly will bully a shit-talking prince."

"Please no."

You give him shit for only eating two pieces of toast and half of his eggs and bacon even after he's all better

and subsequently has the strength again to make you regret it

You catch him trying to sneak out of bed to go train, so you quite literally tackle him back into bed

"What... What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Stay. In. Bed. Vegeta." You straddle him and pin his wrists down. "I am not doing this with you this time. Keep your ass down until you can breathe through your damn nose. Are we clear??"

Vegeta blinks up at you, eyes wide

he's so goddamn hard rn

"Yes... Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." You hiss back and get off of him and go back to the kitchen to prepare his soup

he rubs one out while you're gone

He becomes a stage five clinger when he's sick

He whines if you're gone for too long, or after he wakes up from a lengthy nap and feels lonely

With that in mind, you tend to stay in bed with him. He likes to snuggle his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your torso while he snoozes

You run your fingers through his hair and usually watch a show while you cuddle your sick husband

He's adorable when he sleeps, occasionally adjusting and squeezing you tight, rubbing his face into your tummy before settling down again

He doesn't know why he gets so many sweet kisses when he does wake up, all groggy and confused about why he dreamt of riding Space Mountain with Goku

But he's certainly not complaining about the kisses

When Vegeta starts to feel better is when he starts to relish in being taken care of

He'll welcome all of his meals in bed and enjoy you giving him baths, and in general show his spoiled prince side

It gets to the point where you know he's all better, but the damn man is taking too much joy from being spoiled and pampered like he (in his mind, anyway) deserved

And when he gets to that stage, all you have to do is smirk at him and say one sentence

"Goku's gotten even stronger, I've heard."

That gets him off his ass and out the house again in no time

Bonus- Vegeta Taking Care of You Headcanons

You usually end up catching whatever Vegeta was sick with once he's gotten better

He's definitely not as good as you are at being a caretaker, but he still tries

He doesn't say it much, but he's grateful to have you around for when he's at a low

He does his best to mimic the things you did for him

He's a terrible cook though, so he goes out to various restaurants for takeout while you're unable to cook, otherwise you'll both starve or die in a house fire

He'll draw up baths for you and bridal carries you to the tub, gently stripping you down and setting you into the warm water

You hum softly and relish each stroke of the washcloth that he runs over your body

"Thank you, 'Geta." You whisper

"I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't take care of you."

He holds you to his chest and watches tv, your face in his neck while you take naps

He'll kiss your forehead every now and then and pull you just a little tighter to him

He's certainly thankful you're not as much of a brat as he is when he's sick

He usually ends up reflecting on how much you must love him to be able to put up with him, sick or not

"Yeah, well... I love you too, y'know." He murmurs. "If there's anyone in this world who's gonna take care of you, it's gonna be me."

You snuggle up just a bit closer, eyes still closed. "My Vegeta..."

"All yours, princess."

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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The Invisible Woman Chapter Five: Wild Women Who Are Stronger Than You

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jake seresin x female!reader

TW: mild violence I guess

Summary: Jake gets humbled and you receive unpleasant news.

Word Count:1.6k

Ever since that night, you and Jake have been inseparable. He kept his promise, continuing to stay over even after you were beyond well-rested. It's become something of a habit now, his clothes occupying several of your drawers and all his personal care items scattered on your bathroom sink.

It's never been an explicit conversation, but it's an unspoken understanding that the two of you belong to each other. Your souls are entwined now, sharing the darkest part of yourselves with each other.

You grunt as you re-rack the weight bar and Jake bends down to kiss you. He's spotting you while Bradley and Phoenix spar in the corner of the gym. The two of you started working out together as a coping mechanism and stress reliever, and now it's one of your favorite things to do with him.

Besides the endorphins and mood boost, it doesn't hurt to watch his muscles ripple as he lifts weights shirtless. You can think of worse ways to spend your time.

You stand up, sweat dripping down your face and Jake smiles.

"You ready to go?" He asks and you raise your eyebrows.

"Tired already, cowboy? We've barely started." You tease and he scoffs.

"You just repped twice your body weight. How are you not tired?"

You give him an arrogant smile and shrug. "Guess I'm just stronger than you." You tease as the two of you make your way over to your friends.

It's friendly sparring, Bradley definitely taking it easy on the much smaller woman. You turn to face Jake and jerk your head toward them.

"Wanna train?" You offer and he looks at you like you've lost your mind. Bradley and Phoenix stop to listen, already entertained by the conversation taking place. Jake has a severe physical advantage but they really want to see what you're capable of.

"No, I'm not going to fight you." He says exasperated and you playfully shove him.

"Why? Are you scared?" You taunt and he looks genuinely offended.

"No, of course I'm not sc-" He starts and you cut him off.

"Tell you what. I'll spar you and Bradley at the same time so you have a better chance of winning." You offer and the look on Jake's face makes you laugh.

"Wh- Have you lost your mind? Bradshaw, tell her she's lost her mind!" He exclaims, looking to his friend for help. He doesn't find it as Bradley just shrugs, an amused smile on his face.

"I'm game." He agrees and Phoenix nods her head, desperate to see how this goes. Her money is on you easily.

You clap your hands with a smile and wink at Jake. "Okay, that settles it then. No low blows and faces off limits?" You suggest and he turns to Bradley again.

"Are you seriously going to fight my girlfriend?" He complains and Bradley smirks.

"No, we're going to fight your girlfriend." He counters and Jake groans.

"I don't want to hurt you." He sighs and your laugh only makes him slightly nervous.

"Jake, you're not going to hurt me. Trust me, I've taken on way scarier opponents and look at me. I'm still standing."

He brushes off the comment and finally relents. "Fine."

You give him a quick peck before pulling back and beginning to wrap your hands. "Don't you dare hold back, Seresin." You warn with a finger pointed directly in his face.

He leans forward quickly and bites it, laughing when you recoil and give him a betrayed look.

You pop your elbows and put your hands up loosely guarding yourself. The two of them follow suit and approach you.

Jake is behind you and Bradley is in front. You're bouncing back and forth, light on your feet, and both of them immediately regret agreeing to this.

Bradley lunges first and you quickly dart to the side, dodging it easily. Your arm comes down to block Jake from behind and they look at each other.

"Gonna have to try harder than that boys." You laugh and Jake wraps his arms around you.

There's not much you can do to prevent him from slamming you to the ground due to his size advantage, but once you're down you quickly maneuver and regain control. He hops back up and Bradley tries to attack from your blind spot.

You leg sweep him and he goes crashing to the ground, landing directly on his back with a loud groan. When Jake takes another swing, you grab his hand and twist his arm behind his back, sending him down to his knees.

He yelps as his palm touches his shoulder blade and you smile victoriously. "Mercy?" You ask and he nods aggressively.

"Yes, mercy! Fuck!" He exclaims and you let him go. He stands and rolls his shoulder while frowning at you.

"What the hell?" He asks and you laugh.

"I just wanted to prove a point." You tell him casually and he throws his hands up.

"What point?! I didn't even want to do that!" He exclaims and you just smile.

"I was more so proving it to myself. Just wanted to see if I'm still sharp in hand to hand." You tell him and he eyes you with an annoyed expression.

"Could've warned me." He grumbles and you raise your eyebrows.

"You wouldn't have done it. Besides, you should know that a Navy SEAL can kick your ass. Unless you thought it didn't count because I'm a woman?" You jokingly accuse and his eyes go wide.

"Wha- Don't put words in my mouth." He whines, clearly in distress.

"I'm just fucking with you, Jake. Geez, relax a little." You tease and Phoenix laughs loudly. Her arm wraps around your shoulder and you smile at her.

"Have I told you I love your girlfriend?" She boasts and the two of you start toward the showers before he can respond. He and Bradley are left watching as you exit the room and Bradley shakes his head.

"The two of them should never be left alone together. They're probably plotting world domination and the scary thing is, they could do it." He mutters and Jake nods his head.

"Yeah, no shit."

The next day Jake’s walking to the cafeteria at work when he sees you get pulled into a superior's office. You have a nervous look on your face and he frowns, making a mental note to ask if everything is okay.

"At ease, Commander." Your shoulders relax as Admiral Cooper takes a seat and you follow suit.

"Is everything okay, sir?" You ask and he nods with a long sigh.

"I know that your previous mission was last second and had some complications." He begins and you hold your breath. "Do you feel confident in your abilities?"

Confusion washes over you and your eyebrows pinch together. You give him the answer he wants, knowing better than to give him reason to doubt you. "Yes, sir."

The truth is, you're not. Ever since the mission almost two months ago, you've been dreading your next deployment. The nightmares have gone away and you're mostly back to your old self outwardly. However, your confidence is shot and you aren't sure if you're in the mental space to be shipped out.

He nods his head and you pull your focus back to the conversation. "Good. Start making arrangements, you ship out in a month." He tells you and your heart plummets.

"Sir?" You press, needing more details.

"You're being assigned team leader. You'll be briefed on the mission when you arrive on sight. The next three weeks will be filled with training exercises so make sure you're sharp." He grunts and you swallow thickly.

"How long?" You pry and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Current estimation is two weeks. The mission itself shouldn't take long, but it's a trek to get there and back." You want to ask more questions but you can tell he's done talking and nod your head.

You stand to salute him and he waves you off. "Dismissed."

Your feet drag as you walk to the cafeteria, your mind spinning with what-ifs and fear. You don't think you're ready, but that doesn't matter. You have a job to do and your feelings can't get in the way.

You go through the motions of getting your food and hear Jake call your name. You turn toward him with a thinly veiled smile and sit down at his table.

"Everything okay? I saw you get pulled into Admiral Cooper's office." He whispers, careful not to let the rest of his team hear.

You give a short nod but avoid making eye contact. "Yeah, all good. He just had a couple questions." You respond and your stomach lurches as the lie leaves your mouth.

He watches you skeptically for a second before turning back to his conversation and dropping it. Jake has gotten to know you like the back of his hand. He's aware that you're not telling the whole truth, but he doesn't push it.

He knows you'll come to him when you're ready, he trusts you. You spend the rest of lunch mostly silent, only chiming in when you're called on. You pick around your food, hardly eating before dumping it in the trash.

"Hey, Ozzy." You hear Jake yell and you stop to look at him. "Shoot straight." He smiles and you return the gesture.

"Fly safe." You retort and he gives you a mock salute before the two of you go your separate ways. You'll tell him eventually, but right now denial seems like your best friend.

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miley1442111 · 5 hours

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Hi my love!

I'm sorry if this is a bother, but I saw you were taking requests and I really wanted to see this one written and you do such amazing writing.

Please don't feel pressured into writing this tho

So, we all know Derek is like, 6'2" is, right, so the girls he talks to are shorter than him, but I was wondering if you could write something with a female reader where she is almost as tall as him, and decided to wear heels to something, like a party or a gala or something, and she feels insecure about being so tall and he's just swooning over her because look at his tall woman, his amazing tall woman who works as an FBI profiler and can literally kick anyone's ass and just look how cool his girlfriend is.

Like, if you wanted to you could write about how some guy made a comment and Derek literally had to be held back because he was full on ready to throw hands for the reader.

Bonus points of she's like really fit, like she definitely hits the gym and you can see it

Again, you don't have to write it if you don't want to/don't feel comfortable, I just thought it would be cute

OMG I love this idea, it's so freaking cute! I had so much fun with this and istg I'm so sick of y/n always being some small fragile little thing in fics, it drives me crazy!!!!

Thank you for requesting my dear ! :)

my girl- d.morgan

a/n: intended for tall fem!reader but as per usual imagine what you like :)

summary: derek comforts you after something happens at the yearly award show

pairings: derek morgan x reader, (platonic) bau team x reader

warnings: insecurities, suggestive tones, crying, fluff :)

You loved your body, seriously you did. It was your vessel, your home. You nourished it and took care of yourself.

But sometimes you wanted to feel shorter. Being tall has its advantages, and yes, you knew you were more than conventionally attractive, but it didn’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of your head, telling you it was weird that when you wore heels, your boyfriend was looking up at you, not down. Derek was 6’2. You were 6’2 ½ with these heels on. You were taller, which was fine, but it played in your mind more than you had wanted it to for the entire night.

Derek on the other hand? When he saw you in that perfect dress he didn’t think he’d have the willpower to actually stop himself from fucking you before the event. He felt so lucky. His beautiful, ass-kicking girlfriend was wearing a dress that he’d bought her and she looked fucking delicious. He knew you were gorgeous, especially when he was regularly graced with the image of you naked, but this was another level. On your latest mission you’d taken the unSub down on your own and he swore he’d never been more turned on. The way you just overpowered him, getting his knife off him and cuffing him. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes, you always would be.

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Walking into the gala, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, gripping and pawing at you, kissing you constantly. Though, he could see something was wrong. Was this gala too much for you? Did you want to go home early? He wouldn’t have complained.

“You alright baby?” He asked as another award was announced.

“Fine,” you sighed, staring into your plate of food as you just moved the mashed potatoes around.

“Baby,” He placed his hand on your thigh, grabbing your attention. “Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

Derek frowned. You weren’t usually one for keeping things from him. “Baby-”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you announced to the table, and stood up. You avoided Derek’s concerned eyes and he got up to follow you.

“How’s the weather up there?” A drunk asshole asked you and he saw the way your face subtly contorted into upset, trying to hide tears.

He saw red.

His eyes darkened and his fists balled at his sides. “You wanna say that again?”

The drunk asshole sobered slightly after seeing the seriousness on Derek’s face.

“Derek it’s fine-” you pleaded, wanting to sink into the floor.

“No it’s fucking not. Say it again.”

David and Aaron got up from the table, stalking over before Derek swung at the guy.

They were too late.

“Derek!” You shouted as the other two pulled him off the man. Other tables were starting to stare and you felt perpetually worse. You should’ve just worn flats.

“You can shut up next time, yeah?” Derek jeered at the bleeding man as Aaron and David held him back.

“Calm down,” Aaron ordered cooly, and Derek instantly pulled himself out of their arms,brushing them off.

“I’m calm,” he said. He was not calm. No one got to insult his girl.

“Can we just go home?” You whispered through shaky breaths. Derek’s attention was all on you.

“Of course we can.”

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The drive home was silent, his hand on your thigh as you attempted to calm down.

Derek was wracking his brain for why you’d been off all night but came up empty.

What was wrong?

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You kicked off your shoes, practically running to the bathroom and locking it behind you. Derek sighed to himself as he set down the keys, deciding to grab himself a beer.

You took off your makeup, your dress, and showered, trying to wash your insecurities away. You knew you were pretty, you knew Derek loved you the way you were.

Sometimes insecurities just get the better of you.

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You sheepishly walked into your bedroom and saw Derek on the bed, waiting for you.

“Can we talk?” He asked and you nodded slowly. “What’s wrong?”

And with that, the floodgates opened. You pushed your face into his chest, crying against him as he comforted you. “I just… I know I’m ‘pretty’ and all but… sometimes I just-”

“Hey, you are pretty, so goddamn pretty baby,” he smiled at you and it eased some of the hurt in you. “But I get that you don’t always feel like it, which is fine too, y’know why?”

“Why?” You snuffled out, looking up at him through running mascara.

“Because I can alway remind you, my pretty girl,” he smirked, and sealed his statement with a kiss.

You felt better, knowing you had someone who loved you no matter what.

It’s not like Derek minded, he was so head over heels for you you could’ve had two heads and he wouldn't have cared. You were his.

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criminal minds masterlist:)

#derek morgan x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #bau team #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan x you #derek morgan imagine #david rossi #elle greenaway

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 9 months

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Resident Evil Village: Alcina Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda thoughts on characters. Pls don't mind me, I'm literally just talking to myself at this point.

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After Re8, I've kind of looked into the whole backstory and everything and omg, no! The villains! The fucking villains have a special place in my heart. Okay okay, so the game revolves around the theme of motherhood, as expected due to Rosemary and Mother Miranda and Alcina's bond with Bela, Daniela and Cassandra etc etc.

Stating the obvious, bear with me🐻

I just think that it's sad because those women, yes they have bad qualities, and yes I am a biased simp, I just think those women's actions are expected, especially for someone whose entire life has been taken away through mutation. Miranda spends her entire life trying to get her daughter back and she was previously going to kill herself over it until she discovered the Mold. Alcina bonded with those three robed women in, probably an attempt to try and repeat the past and claim something that she lost in her previous life, the ability to actually have those dreams and pursue them. Everyone wants happiness. That much is evident, even poor old Moreau.

You know how devastating it must be to become a mutated monster? You would have to come to understand yourself all over again. You have to interpret a stranger in the mirror. The real horror lies within the fact that the past cannot be repeated. The mutated are stuck. Alcina Dimitrescu is stuck in that castle, wallowing in self pity over some dream that she cannot grasp. If you put yourself in her position, it would be difficult to get out of bed initially. The villains are bloody strong. Emphasis on bloody.

When Alcina got mutated, and the experiment by Mother Miranda failed, Miranda referenced to her as a disappointment. You know how much that would have hurt? Alcina quite obviously has recollection of the past, unlike the three robed women she took under her wing. Imagine how Alcina felt when she first transformed into that dragon-like creature? The emotional impact is so traumatising. You got lured by some strange woman, transmuted into something that you did not recognise. Alcina would have had to find her whole identity again because she changed so drastically. Alcina quite possibly always had a cold side, but with her monsterous temper, that cold side intensified. The poor woman probably had to learn and make a habit out of ducking through doors, she probably learnt this the hard way. Hearts out to Alcina guys.

Also, before the three robed women, Alcina was most likely lonely. So bonding with them made a great impact on her life. She found a family and a place to belong, and I personally think that to be sweet although they probably bonded on a day to day basis with their meals and Alcina's wine.

With the blood disease that Alcina had, she yearned for ansured safety and when she found Miranda, she immediately took up the opportunity. Alcina just wanted to be wanted, during her brief singing career as Lady D in the Pallboys, she was wanted by many and this probably resulted in her wanting to reclaim that feeling. Through Alcina's reign of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda recognised her rule and referenced to her as one of the four lords. Despite the fact that Miranda thinks that the four lords are disappointments with regards to her biological experiments, she does reference to them as her family.

Like Alcina, Miranda wants her family back and to gain that sense of stability in belonging. Yes, Miranda is a sadistic and quite often a bitch but a hot bitch with a cool mask, it can be argued that deep down, every villain has a heart and every villain wants to be wanted. They just handle their agony in the wrong way that causes even more pain.

Alcina contantly complained in private about not being Miranda's favourite. Yes, she probably has a complex and with her tall frame and dominant attitude, this complex can be expected.

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I have no idea what I wrote here, I just wrote down my thoughts. This is me infodumping to myself in the middle of the night.

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#alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village #mother miranda #miranaa #dimitrescu #alcina #dont mind me

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lisacomeuseucu · 5 months

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Curses

• Fear Street. 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she said to herself.

I'm sorry if English is bad, it's not my first language

Sitting on a sofa using her notebook, her fingers moved nimbly, she wrote in her browser about the FEAR STREET trilogy of books, which were used as inspiration for the new trilogy of films recently released on Netflix. Specifically, she was trying to discover the specific books that gave rise to the second part which took place in 1978, social networks contain information about the characters, information taken from the book, her curiosity increased in finding out more about the original story. Tired of searching, the teenager closes her notebook and takes the television control that was next to her, clicking the remote control button making the film play again, in the scene where Cindy is cleaning the bathrooms with her boyfriend. Tommy, the viewer analyzes the couple, watching the film for the second time, she doesn't like them together as a couple and believes that the two would be better as friends.

Little by little, sleep began to take over his body and several thoughts circulated in his mind, 'What would it be like if I participated? Okay, this protagonist's thought is a little stupid, but it would be fun to be able to be part of it, to try to prevent a lot of things.. 'slowly her eyes began to feel heavy to the point where she couldn't bear to keep them open. The girl surrendered to sleep. Moving to the other side, she noticed a different smell, the smell of freshly washed sheets, she also noticed that she was feeling covered in something she shouldn't feel, opening her eyes little by little because of the sleep she still felt, with them fully open she noticed that found herself in a completely unfamiliar room, quickly getting up, sitting on the bed, analyzing the entire room, she noticed that there were several posters, a desk with books and notebooks, a pile of clothes thrown everywhere and a slightly open suitcase. Taking her legs off the mattress, placing her feet on the floor, the girl got up and started walking around the room in search of a bathroom and realizing that there was no second door, she went to what she believed to be the exit to her room, when she opened it she opened it. Coming across a hallway with a staircase going down and some doors, your instincts led you to the first door on your left, which luckily is the bathroom.

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After finally finding the bathroom of this house I enter it, the first thing I do is look at myself, and damn, this isn't totally me, well, it has my face and my body but some things are different like my hair which is reaching halfway down my back and this cut reminds me of what actresses from the 70s wore, something that I see suits me, now my clothes are totally different, I'm wearing pajamas, a thin green fabric blouse and a pair of shorts in the same fabric but in black. I'm not going to complain because I think I look incredibly beautiful like this, until footsteps take me out of my thoughts, I put my head out to find the reason for the noise and I come across a woman aged between thirty and forty in the middle of the corridor. but she stopped when she saw me.

— " You woke up! It's a miracle that you woke up early, daughter, anyway, get ready quickly to have breakfast so I can take you to camp. " The oldest said and turns her back to go down the stairs, leaving me in the same place. place, what she said leaves me confused, who could she be? She is my mother? I shake my head, leaving my thoughts to turn on the tap and splash some water on my face, I leave the bathroom and go into the bedroom in search of clothes, I look at the pile of clothes on the floor and pick up some that I think match. After getting dressed I go downstairs and find myself in a room and a kitchen next door, I go to it and find the same woman placing some toast on the table, noticing my presence she tells me to sit down and of course, I obeyed. — " Have you finished your suitcase? " She asks me, — " I'm done, when I went to change I finished putting all the things in it " I answer while eating a slice of the toast that was just placed and I am answered by a nod of the head, — "eh.. Mom?.. What was the name of the camp? I forgot, can you believe it?" I ask with shyness and shame, it's kind of funny to forget the name of the camp you're going to, my "mom" lets out a sigh before answer me.

— "Nightwing, honey! Nightwing! There's no other camp between us. If the Shadysides win, you'll let me know, okay?" The woman answers me and asks a question to which I respond with a nod. After we finished eating we got into the car with our bags in the trunk, before we got in she had asked me if they wouldn't think it would be a little inappropriate to go to the camp with the most open blouse, in the generation I was born in this blouse would be considered the least vulgar possible. . I observed the environment we passed through until we arrived at the camp, the last time I saw many trees together was when I was a child, my family and I spent vacations at my grandfather's farm, which was in a forest, yes, it was, a little Some time later they demolished the farm because they bought the place, and built a factory on top. I soon notice a large sign with the name of the camp, it's the entrance, the only person I see at that entrance is counselor Kurt which makes me less happy, I get out of the car and go to the trunk so I can grab my belongings while I listen. his steps getting closer and closer to me, — "Well now, I should have expected you, a Shadyside, to be late." Kurt stopped next to me and started talking, I automatically rolled my eyes with what I just heard, letting out an irritated sigh I answer him — "Better be more polite with the ladies, Kurt, if you want to get into their pants so much." I look at him with a sarcastic smile on my face as he tries to hold back his rude smile, his mouth is visible trembling of irritation, — "I understand that you recently moved to Shadyside but I will not tolerate delays, now, take this key and go to your cabin, the children arrived soon. " Taking a key from his pocket he hands it to me placing it in the middle of my breasts and walks away entering the camp.

— "Which one of these fucking chalets is mine?! " I shout so he can hear and am answered back by shouting that it's chalet 4, I take the key he left with me and enter the camp looking for my chalet, I just wait not having the company of an idiot character. After a good few minutes of walking, I find my chalet, I put my suitcase on the floor and take the key that I left in my pocket and try to open the door, but that damn door won't open! Am I turning it the wrong way?! I let a curse escape my lips, — "Is it difficult to open this door?" , it's Alice! I look at her in surprise as she waits for my answer, — " What a scare! Don't do that again and yes, I'm having trouble. " I sigh in relief with my hand on my chest while the blonde laughs responding with a "my bad." — "Let me try to help you" Alice gets in front of me and starts turning the key and the door handle, with a few turns she managed to open the door, she turns to me with a smirk, I shake my head in gratitude , as I enter my chalet Alice starts talking — "I don't know you, have you moved recently?" I put the suitcase on the floor and look at it — "Yes, I moved recently, by the way my name is Y/n. " — "Alice, welcome to our cursed city, may I know why you moved here? " — "I thought it would be easier to die if I went to Shadyside." I say sarcastically, making her laugh, we are interrupted by Kurt telling us all to meet him in the cafeteria.

We started walking towards the cafeteria, Alice started talking to me about some Shadyside counselors that I will soon meet, all of them I already know, Cindy, Tommy, Joan, Gary and her boyfriend Arnie, then she asked me if I smoked and I replied — " I'm not a big smoker, but I wouldn't turn down a joint with marijuana. " That made her smile and say — " Another perfect no in Shadyside, I see you're not as annoying as Cindy or Tommy, the perfect boys. " I let out a laugh and enter the cafeteria, coming face to face with Kurt, some more counselors from Sunnyvale, others from Shadyside that I don't know and the main ones, some people look at me with curiosity because I'm a new person so Kurt lets out a "finally" and begins to give a speech welcoming the old and new camp counselors and begins to explain the rules of the place, such as expulsions, the tasks we will have to do, the schedules and with each person, when suddenly Alice pokes me arm and turn to her — "See that girl with brown hair and tanned skin? This is Cindy, Cindy Berman, all behaved pretending to be a saint, the perfect virgin. " she says pointing to Cindy — "She wasn't like that before, was she? Any perfect little girl tries to hide something. " I say and she looks at me with a face of surprise and doubt — " How do you know? " I laugh at the question — " I was once like that, anyone who tries to be perfect tries to hide something from the past. " I look at her when out of nowhere Kurt stands in front of both of us and asks if we can hear him, I quickly adjust myself and we answer — "Of course, Mr. Kurt. " - " Same? So tell me what I was talking about. " He comes close to me with a mischievous smile on his face, hoping I wouldn't know what to answer, — " About the tasks, the rules, the schedules and that soon we will have to welcome the children, right? " I answer him confidently as he walks away shaking his head then he says — " Correct. ".

Alice didn't want to welcome the children who were going to arrive on the bus so I decided to go alone, as I was walking I could hear some hurried footsteps behind me, I looked back and found Tommy coming close to me, when he noticed that I was watching him he gave a wave of approval. hand, when he's close enough to me he starts talking — "Hi! I'm Tommy Slater, I've never seen you around here before, are you new?" Tommy has a smile on his face, it's a little cute the way he looks, — " Yes! Nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, Alice told me a little about you" I say opening a smile on my face and putting my hand in my pants pockets walking with his bell, Tommy makes a confused face — "What is she said?" — "Well, she said you're known as the town's golden boy, I guess she doesn't really like people who get those titles." Tommy lets out a laugh at my response and nods in agreement — "I should have expected this from Alice. How long has it been since you moved?" Two weeks ago, I left Sunnyvale. " I respond sympathetically, Tommy looks at me in surprise and stops walking — " Why would a person leave Sunnyvale and go to Shadyside? " He asks me, he has a confused smile on his face, does he never stop smiling? — " My parents were tired of my rebellion and we moved here so they could get rid of me. " I speak sarcasticly but I try to maintain a serious posture while walking backwards so I can look at his reaction, which was to shake his head in denial while laughing.

When the bus arrived, thousands of children from Shadyside and Sunnyvale got out, I greeted each one of them, most of them are not rude but these children still exist, observing the place I noticed more people that I had not met before like Ziggy, Sheila and their friends and most importantly, Nick Goode, Nick Nick, I promise I will stop you from making your worst mistake. I'm walking towards the cafeteria, all the children have arrived so it's time for us to eat, when I enter the cafeteria I notice that it's full of people, I don't think there are any empty tables, I start to go in looking for a table that I could sit at. or maybe I would meet Alice here but she probably won't go to the cafeteria either, she must be with her boyfriend, I hear my name being called and I realize that Tommy is waving at me. I arrive at the table and sit next to him, Cindy is sitting in front of me, Joan is next to her and Gary is sitting on the other side of Tommy, then the blonde starts talking to his friends — "This is Y/n , the new girl I told you about." Joan looks at me with a smile on her face — " Tommy said you're a nice person and that you left Sunnyvale for Shadyside- " Joan is interrupted by Cindy — " Why did you live? of Sunnyvale?? It's one of the best places to live! " I let out a small laugh — " My family and I don't really fit into that city, I think I have the Shadyside spirit, like my father. " I respond in kind. Kindly, Cindy still seems a little stunned by the facts, I understand that it doesn't get into her head, Gary leans over a little, climbs the table and analyzes me, I make a confused face and he says — "For the first time I agree with Tommy, you have the energy of good company." Cindy looks at him indignantly and tells him to stop talking nonsense which makes me let out a genuine laugh, Tommy turns to me and asks me — "You and Kurt seem to know each other well, you guys are they friends? " For a moment I'm surprised and nervous about the question but a memory comes into my head, Kurt was always someone who picked on me, we never got along and it will stay that way, — " Oh no! We always picked on each other, he's an idiot. " I say with a nervous laugh, Joan looks at me and then at Kurt, — " He's actually cute. " She says with a mischievous smile — "Joan! " Cindy scolds her.

Kurt appears clapping to get people's attention, he again starts making his typical emotional speeches, — "What does he want everyone to kneel down for him?! I can't take so much speech anymore!" I whisper quietly but it sounds like Tommy could hear because he let out a laugh, Kurt announced that as it was only the first day at camp there would be a vote on which game we were going to play, we had two options, treasure trousers or agouti run, many of the children preferred treasure hunting and so he became the winner. Already outside the cafeteria, the children and some counselors went to participate in the game, I am sitting on the grass leaning against one of the huts when I see Alice with her boyfriend, both of them coming towards me, when I stand up they are already close to me. me. — " Did you prefer not to participate in the game? " Alice asks me, — " I prefer to participate more at the end, I'm not very good at hunting. " I answer and look towards her boyfriend, — " You're Arnie, right? I'm s/ n. " — " Alice told me about you, she said you're cool. " I give a small bored smile, — " Good to know, in fact, I got to know Cindy a little, she's a nice person to talk to but you can tell that she tries to act like a well-behaved girl. " Alice takes a cigarette and looks at me — " I warned you. " — " Well, I'll see you later, I'll see if I'm lucky enough to find the treasure. " I tell them as I go heading towards the forest.

I've been walking through this forest for ten minutes now and I haven't found anything treasure, they said the treasure is a box, there's probably something inside it. I start to look around, the forest during the day is quite beautiful, it would be a good place to have a picnic, this brings back some memories, I always spent hours exploring the forest when I went to my grandfather's farm and I often found thousands of insects and fruits, my grandfather started teaching me which fruits I could eat or catch and which ones I couldn't, I had a notebook with thousands of drawings of all the insects I found. Something behind me suddenly appears, a noise behind me that made me fall back in fright, when I look up I find the blonde with light eyes, Tommy, looking at me while laughing, in revenge I picked up some leaves and dirt that is lying beneath me I throw it at him, which makes him take a few steps back, — "You idiot! You scared me!" I get up going towards him, — " Sorry! Sorry! I saw you were distracted and I thought it would be fun to show up by surprise, my bad. " He responds between laughs, I release an amused sigh from my lips, — " Did you find the treasure? " — " No, but I think you found it. " I make a confused face at him, Tommy points to the top of a tree that I was looking at and there was the box. After we handed over the treasure, showing that we won, many of the children started trying to accuse us of cheating and that led to the current discussion, — " I'm sure she followed one of the counselors and discovered the place!! " A girl accused me, looking through the I look to the side and see Sheila getting into trouble with Ziggy, I get closer and hear Sheila saying — "It must have been you who showed the location, typical of a witch." I side with Ziggy and interrupt Sheila — "Sheila you better put your tail between your legs because otherwise things are going to stink for you." I look at the girl from top to bottom, the girl turns her eyes at me and puts a mischievous smile on his lips, — " You must be enchanted by her, what are you going to do? Cut out my tongue? Murderous!! " He retorts sarcastically, — " Are you defying me?! " Before I could get any closer to her a muscular arm grabbed me, — " Hey girls! Sorry to interrupt the conversation but I think it's already gone too far. " Tommy says to us in a friendly tone trying to calm the situation, Sheila lets out a laugh and looks at Tommy — " You better be careful, I believe you don't want to die by a witch's puppet. " The girl turns her back and walks away, I leave Tommy's arms and look at the redhead next to me, — " You're Ziggy, right? Cindy's sister. " I ask the girl who looks around in search of some way out, — " Eh, yes?.. " she nods in agreement, — " If she said something again, you can count on me to get revenge! " Walking away irritated, before I left Ziggy smiled after hearing what I said and Tommy sighed with tiredness and relief.

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nataliebuckleyromanoffharrington · 2 years

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Fear

→ Pairs: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

→ Summary: Natasha, your long time crush, finds you sitting at the edge of the rooftop of the Avengers Tower; doing something while watching the sunset.

→ Warning/s: Mentions of smoking (lmk if I need to add another warning)

→ Universe: Marvel

→ Setting: After the events of Age of Ultron

→ Age: 29

→ Genre: [F]

→ Note: I'll start writing Stranger things character/s x reader, and Stranger things character x Stranger things character. This one is just short.

→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)

Masterlist(F) • Taglist • Masterlist(M)

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You sit at the edge of the rooftop, watching the sun start to set in front of you as you take out a cigarette stick and lit it up using your lighter. You brought it up to your mouth and start to smoke.

While doing that, you start to wonder if Natasha likes you back. You've taken a liking to the red head since the day you arrived. Her training you brought closure to the two of you. She was hard on you before, but now everything seemed to change. You noticed she's only soft with you, she comes to you when she needs someone to talk to, when she has one of her episodes of nightmares again, when she feels so small that she needs cuddles from you; her best friend.

At first, you never really saw an end to her firmness towards you. After that one night, everything changed. She came running to your room in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and fear written all over her features. She saw you sleeping so peacefully, she didn't care, she wanted to be held by someone and it was just the two of you alone in the tower that night. She stood still by the doorway, contemplating whether she would just let it pass or wake you up and tell you.

You stirred awake when you felt a presence of someone, you opened your eyes and saw the red head standing. You told her to come to you. You held her protectively, in attempt to ease her fear. She told you that she would tell you what happened the next morning, which she did.

After that, the rest is history.

Everyone was surprised to see Natasha having a soft spot for you only. But they didn't complain, it was their first time seeing Natasha so in love to the point where she would smile whenever you would enter a room where she was present in. Though you were too blind to see that, she giggles whenever you would tell a joke, she gets excited when you arrive back after a mission.

You were broke out of your thoughts when you felt a presence beside you, you looked to your right and saw Natasha watching the sunset as well, beside you.

"I didn't know you smoked" She spoke first, you turn your attention back to the sunset.

"Sometimes we need to kill ourselves a little to stay alive..." You reply, then suddenly your cigarette was taken from your hands. You furrow your eyebrows at the red head and saw her smoking it, which made you soften again and look back to the sunset.

"So, which part of you are you killing tonight?"

"Fear" I deadpanned. I don't actually know why that's my answer but only one reason came to my mind.

"From what?"

"You"

"Me?"

"Fear from losing you," you turn to her and locked eyes with her piercing green eyes "Listen, Nat, I like you, a lot. No, I love you. Ever since I entered the tower and saw you, I developed a new feeling for you. I don't know what I'll do without you, I can't lose you, I'm afraid to lose you. I-"

You were cut off by soft lips smashing onto yours. Natasha. You were about to kiss back when she pulled away.

"You talk too much, dork. I love you too"

You smiled like an idiot "Can I take you out on a date tonight?"

"Of course. Casual or formal?"

"Casual"

After that night of August 11, you finally got to call the woman everyone has been dying to call mine, mine. You were forever thankful for being someone Natasha can brag about to her family and the team who were all single except Clint and Wanda.

"I love you, detka" Natasha whispered to you

"I love you more, malyshka" You whispered back. Embracing the moment you two are sharing.

This is it. You finally have the woman you've been admiring from afar in your arms. Natasha loves the side of you where you actually manage to make her laugh and happy without doing anything, effortlessly. Where she could let her vulnerable side out. She loves how you would always understand her when no one can. In general, you two love each other no matter the side either one of you have out.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel mcu #avengers #mcu #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x yn #wanda maximoff #clint barton #marvel

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darkhorse-javert · 7 months

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Fluff-tober Day 2 'Family, Friends, Loved Ones'

Slightly stream of conciousness thing from Foyle's point of view reflecting on Sam and a bond with her. @flufftober

A Daughter He'd Never Had

He had to concede that, he'd had no idea, absolutely none how to deal with Sam Stewart when she strode smartly into his office, and given the over crisp salute of the newly in uniform. A new driver was one thing, but a girl, and one with no experience of the order of the police force, was yet another. A girl who proved to have with romantic-fantastic ideas of detection and uninhibited, uninhabitable, curiosity.

And sharp eyes, quick intelligence, better than many constables (that's why they've stayed constables, or in uniform at least).

And then her father came to Hastings, wanting to take her home. He could understand that, wanting her under your eyes, and safe and sound (he wants the same for Andrew, if he will admit it to himself.) But he minds. Minds as much as his men being taken by the war. Finds himself arguing for her to stay with them.

And because she asked, he let her try to winkle things of Graeme. He's stung when she comes back, rumbled and complaining of being pinched; although she won't say where out-loud, he can guess. It was Sam who called him off a response. It's on good logic but he regrets it all the same, resents the behaviour for being as much against one of his own, as against a woman, and a woman young enough to be Graeme's daughter (or mine). He's sickened, but not surprised, after that, when it all comes out - everything Graeme did to Lucy, and her father's vengence. And in a way, the death to come is more for the poor driver with the wrong name, not the Group Captain. For the law is law, even in wartime, especially in Wartime. He tries not to think of the 'What If?' pushes it into a box and locks the door, even as he lays it to Keller; for Andrew, scapegoated for doing the right thing; for Lucy, for all the girls and women the moralists fret about (and perhaps they're right.)

Somehow, in spite of all of that weight to the contrary, they, he, get to keep Sam in Hastings. His heart drops to his boots when she's bombed out (unhurt, Thank Goodness.) And again when it comes out she's not been promptly re-billited, but is lodging in the cells -the Cells! -at the station. Hang propriety for once, he takes her in, and admist her wave of chatter and observations, finds just how much he has missed having another person mostly in the house, for all these years. Sam is a breath of fresh air, even if overeager.

He tries that with Andrew- injured, alone-and maybe it is 'presumptous', but its the mask she'd puts over the hurt when she'd come back to him, trying to pretend it didn't matter. He thought he'd done better than that with the boy (certainly tried to), and he gives Andrew what-for. Later, months later, he finds out that dressing down may have worked a bit too well.. but he can't mind. Don't count your chickens- but would be nice...

In one timeline, Andrew muffs it, out there in Debden. Why can't his son just stick? He almost wishes Andrew would get leave, so he can have a word. But he doesn't, and Sam seems to move on. In that timeline, the American tells him "The way she talks about you sometimes, you could almost be her father." He tucks that inside, it warms him, but he will not interfere with Sam's choices, she has a mind and a life of her own.

It's horrible seeing her in the hospital bed; drained, so ill and still trying to make light of things with him, trying to be herself. And Elsie Jenkins dead with the same symptoms. He humours her, although it twists his chest.

The infection comes from a station near here

Enough! Enough!! I've been made bend to the war requirements here and there, but not against our own, not against MY own. Not Sam.

"Well, there's been an outbreak of anthrax in Hastings and he's responsible for it. If I'm not in his office within the next two minutes, I'll be back with the army, the police, the Home Guard and the press. D'you feel able to convey this to him at your earliest opportunity?" He says it, and he means it.

Later, afterwards, he'll feel a little bad for the poor sentry who got that earful; a man who was only doing his duty scrupulously, as trained to. But right now, I don't give a forsaken-damn.

The sentry has a heart, or at least an acknowledgment of authority. The CO's a smug blighter puffed with his pride, but the young scientists care more for life than the secrecy.

Sam makes it. Somehow, somehow. Weak, but she's alive. She's alive. He lets himself shake only when he's home alone, relief hammering at him, as it had when Andrew was only knocked about in the landing. Not this time, has the world taken something, not this time.

#flufftober 2023 #day 2 #foyle's war fanfiction #christopher foyle #sam stewart #not sure which tense this is best in #artistic licence #yes #I am behindhand

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philomaela · 4 months

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3, 8, and 25 for the choose violence ask game!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I mean obviously there are a lot of Vikings ones that I disagree with... that's boring (also I fought those fights in real time and now I'm over it lol). I'm gonna commit to choosing violence and pick the last jedi.

The take on Rose as being someone who abused Finn and was a terrible person the film was trying to "pretend" was a good person. It was essentially this long post about how Rose's initial introduction marked her as a terrible person who abused Finn and the end of the film was terrible for shipping Finn with his abuser. It's one I hated very much and its one I dislike all the more because I do agree with some of the points made even as I really disagree with the conclusion (and one glaring implication that we will get to).

Because here's the thing, even as a TLJ fan I agree with a lot of the criticism TLJ gets, including and actually especially about Finn's arc within that film. I like the overall idea and some beats, but I think that there was a lot that the film missed out on by having Rose operate as "teacher" rather than having them both share their experiences and allowing Finn to come to his realizations a little differently. And I would go further because I could choose violence on this subject too but actually let me get back to the topic at hand...

Back to the terrible Rose takes, I think the reason it galled me so much is because while people were very correctly discussing the issues surrounding Disney's racism and the films treatment of Finn (and John Boyega).... at the same time their arguments about Rose often had... implications that I found very uncomfortable.

Because the thing is... Rose's intro... that people found abusive... it's a parallel to Rey's first meeting with Finn. This woman sees him, makes an incorrect (but reasonable) assumption based on the info she has on hand that this guy needs to be taken down, and takes him down. Then, after he explains, she realizes what is actually going on, helps him, and then they work together. Rey is violent towards Finn in her first meeting with him too. But with her it's a cute rom-com right, with her it's a sign of how much she's fiery? Like I think people fully had a blindspot to the disparity of their treatment of Rey vs Rose.

And part of the reason I think it's so bad is because it didn't have to be like this! I think you absolutely can critique the films and Rey and Rose as characters... you can very easily criticize the decision to treat Finn like this. So it's disappointing to me I guess, that people chose to, at the same time, kind of join in on the racist pile-on that Rose (and KMT) was getting. Like she was getting it from all corners of the internet... but what else is new for actors of color I guess.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Switching gears and moving to a fandom nobody but me cares about: Psych. I cannot believe Shawn x Gus (Shus) is not more popular than Shawn x Lassiter. I mean, I can believe it because people are often wrong. But come on! Shawn and Gus would DIE for each other, Gus claims Shawn on his taxes, Shawn and Gus practically have a secret language! They literally joined a dating show for a case and the girl revealed that she couldn't really separate them because they were so close. I mean, keep in mind they are Holmes and Watson... and yet people basically ignored them.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I'm gonna be honest, my thing here... it's pretty much for fandoms that I am not a part of.... Basically when like hugely popular tv shows are popular on tumblr and people are complaining about fandom trends (everybody likes X, Y is so prevalent, everyone ignores this ship). I want to be clear, I think you should always criticize things like racism, homophobia, misogyny, ableism... those things will run rampant in a lot of fandoms, because they run rampant in society at large, those aren't trends, they're not what I'm talking about. But like if your fandom is big enough that you can create an entire subculture around character B even though character A is more popular in the "main stream", I think you shouldn't take that for granted. Your sub culture has sub cultures, that's not nothing, a lot of fandoms aren't that big and can't sustain that. Lol, this might be me being upset and petty, I feel like none of my fandoms are big enough to even get to that point. No sub-sub culture for me!

#games ask #I think I didn't do the first one that well #but oh well

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maybe instead of insisting larian isnt good with lore you just admit Gale was the bad guy in his relationship with Mystra. She's the good guy in dnd lore which is better than whatever larian tried to do with her.

My dude I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Dnd lore was never good. Because the point of it has always mostly been "here's a bunch of suggestions for DMs to pick and choose what they want to use". DnD lore contradicts itself all over the place, never mind Larian playing fast and loose with it as well cause that's what you're meant to do.

So before you complain about me pointing out how M*stra has actually done some incredibly fucked up shit IN Dnd Lore and gotten away with it in universe and in the fandom because its badly written by horny men primarily targeting horny men who want to fuck the hot dommy mommy Goddess regardless of the extremely dubious circumstances that they keep putting her in.

So no, Gale was not the villain in that relationship, he's physically not powerful enough to be. From a young age he was her worshipper (even if she wasn't alive at the time I doubt worship of her died out), then her student, then her chosen and then her lover. And at no point was he equal to her in any way. Gale could not harm M*stra, he could no hurt M*stra. Gale physically could not be a threat to her, M*stra has only ever been killed by other God's (this includes Karsus who did achieve momentary Godhood and even then M*strl sacrificed herself to save the Weave there and immediately reincarnated, she wasn't technically killed there) so despite the jokes of M*stra always dying no human is realistically posing a threat to M*stra.

Gale was not perfect in that relationship, but I'd expect mistakes from a mortal, I expect better from a Goddess. But I don't expect better from M*stra since she's literally gotten away with r*pe in the actual lore.

As for "she's done so much good in lore" has she? Her Chosen have sure. But beyond pursuing magical knowledge and protecting the Weave what they do outside of their main duties to M*stra have nothing to do with her. M*stra in lore has used sexual favours to convince young (adults but still young) men to do what she wants and has literally r*ped a man multiple times. That doesn't sound like a good person.

And that's the thing... I kinda like the idea of a snobby, above it all, femme fetal Goddess of Magic and Mysteries who doesn't really care about the people she uses, if you pay her the respecr she thinks she deserves she'll pay you back but she decides how much respect that is. She'd be a really cool deity for female cleric who like owns her own sexuality and uses it against men and it would go against the stereotype of the cleric as this christian nun. But no, M*stra isn't allowed to be that interesting because so many DnD Bros want to argue with me that she's a good person and everyone shes ever used in lore wanted it really, if anything went wrong it was obviously the guys fault.

Larian looked at M*stra's lore and seen these instances of her being actually awful and the lore treating it like it was nothing and said "let's play this straight" as the awful predatory power imbalances that they are but unfortunately because its M*stra and because its a man being abused by a woman (this same take is brought up with Wyll and Mizora and its just as gross there seriously Wyll and Gale need a support club) even the main developers and the fandom as a whole have not taken it as seriously as other types of abuse that the other companions experience.

#princess answers asks #anon #bg3 blogging #bg3 spoilers #gale baekarios #sure ill fight the goddess of magic or die trying

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A snippet of my fanfic

I'd been in the hospital for six weeks, and again, the call came down. Young woman, car accident, blood loss, deep cut on her neck. Fine, let's go then. I was in the elevator wondering about the mechanism of injury, and I had my team with me, but I was in charge.

I was wearing scrubs, sleeves rolled up in them, too, and my pink sneakers made a little noise as we stepped out of the elevator. The ER was the usual chaos, and I didn't have time to take many steps when a young pimply-faced doctor came in and said, " This way, Mrs. Salvatore, the patient has a boyfriend with her, but I'm not sure if we have a code yellow."

Meaning an abusive spouse. Fine. I sighed in my mind and wondered what I was up against as we made our way through the crowded ER.

I heard coughing, a child crying, a little old lady complaining in a weak voice, patients on stretchers in the hallways, and nurses looking tired, not having time to rest, as they were always in a hurry to get somewhere.

I heard someone apologizing to a patient on a stretcher, saying they were in a hurry and would find a ward. The patient had been taken to a separate room. Not only was she in a hall with several beds with curtains over them, but this was a trauma room. It meant nothing.

I had been here before to see a cut on a toe when a woman had had varicose veins so big, and the blood had flowed so much that her husband had panicked so that the patient was in a trauma room, which meant nothing. I kept my expression neutral as I entered the room. I controlled myself as I looked the situation over at a glance.

Damon was sitting calmly in a chair, and one of his little girlfriends was in bed. I didn't even acknowledge that I knew Damon. I didn't even say hello when I went to see the woman. I inspected the situation.

The woman was anemic. The incision wound in her neck was deep but had missed the carotid artery and vein by a millimeter. This wound had been made with a vampire's claw. Oh, this is the kind of case that is going on now. The room smelled of passionfruit, and Damon was calm. I packed the wound back up and told the pimply-faced doctor to send the woman upstairs for surgery. I spoke to the woman only briefly, explaining that the surgery was not long but necessary and the scar would be small. I let one intern explain it to Damon while I sailed away.

I smelled Damon's blood on the woman so it had been played with food, this was the very girl Damon had been talking to so normally, now I wasn't sure if this was just a performance for me or if this was a coincidence but I would do my job.

I then went to prep for surgery, and when the lady came up and was brought into the operating theatre, I was already prepped. I would operate on the woman. The surgery was a relatively simple suturing of the muscle and skin so that the scar would remain small.

I healed her neck and gave her an injection of long-lasting strong Vervaine if Damon was in the mood, apparently. We don't attack people. I called the social worker over to the woman when she woke up, and the social worker got the woman a safe house, but if Damon killed that woman next time, no one would stop him. I just did what the protocol says.

At no point did the woman deny that Damon hadn't done it to her, nor did she defend him, but she was mostly scared that she would never see his dark side. I did not interfere with their problems. Damon is what he is. Let him torture his girlfriends, no matter how much I don't care.

#immortal #medical torture #the vampire diaries #fanfic #read on ao3 #mercy thompson #adam hauptmann #multifandom oc #smut #fast paced #damon salvatore

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thebrokencycle · 8 months

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Part 1

So.. it's been a minute!!

My mind lately has just been all over the place. I'm in my head all the time because where I thought I would be at this age; I'm not and I don't know anymore if i'd ever get there. I am a help meat and even if I have literally 50 cents in my pocket and you say you need it i'll give it with no hesitation. That may look good in the eyes of the lord but it also looks good in the eyes on the devil because there are bad-minded people in the world. They take advantage of how generous you are. How caring and selfless you can be. I run across people like that on a constant basis to the point where I just think I attract messed up people. There was a point literally like three years ago where I was where I wanted to be in life. My kids were taken care of, I didn't need help. I was working two jobs, bills paid etc. Then I thought maybe the reason people are coming to me because they needed help so I opened my home to those people and since then I feel. like I fail the damn test. I always ask myself.... If god didn't want me to be how I am why make me this way and today 08/20.22 12:30am. I got my answer. it's okay for me to help those who also help themselves. the lesson that I needed to learn was that wicked people can be friends and family members. I realized that I don't know the difference because I assumed that if your my family blood related we'd want to lift each other up and help out but in this family it's dog eat dog clearly. I was just the exception, the black sheep. the woman who will do whatever to make sure her family is safe and protected but they wouldn't even help put on a band-aid if I got a paper cut unless there was something for them to get out of it. I mean I have family put me down about everything, my cooking, my kids, my shape, weight, hair, you name it there's been something negative about it to the point where I am use to being put down and it affects me in a way where I just stay to myself. The same people though who complains about my food are eating it, my weight, shape, hair yell me they want me to run the street with them because they get compliments, my kids are to expressive but you're always in my children's face. It is a lose lose for me. So...... (See you in Part 2)

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lovesickramblingsofmine · 8 months

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Once more into the fray...

Mind is doing its 'lil jigg again, making me overanalyze and overthink things. I wonder if maybe I'm simply love-starved, if that's why my mind keeps deciding I should catch these half-crushes.

Before I get into the details. I shall define what I mean by a half-crush, I'm not actually into these people, I think. These half-crushes happen when I for whatever reason begin to suspect that someone may have some kind of feelings for me. I'm fundamentally aware that in actuality it's highly unlikely that there are any feelings from the other person's side. Since my mind has decided that one of my friends might like me, it then gets this somewhat awkward feeling while interacting with them. I don't change my way of interacting with them, but I read into their actions and get this somewhat excited feeling about interacting with them.

Now that we now what kind of half-crushes I'm catching, I shall explain what's going on right now.

I've this friend, and she's a great friend, one of the first people I came out to and one of the top two most supportive about it. She also used to be a classmate and I had a crush on her when we were both like 14-15, though to be fair I had crushes on almost all the girls I interacted with regularly so that means nothing. I've been entirely over her for years, and I really don't think we would make a good couple, probably. Add to this the fact she's in a long-term relationship with her boyfriend, who she lives with. And the fact I'm a trans woman, pre-transition but still, and for all I know she's into guys. Altogether I've never entertained seeing her in any light besides that of a friend. "She's a good friend but I wouldn't want to date her" I would have said a week ago, and I'm not saying I now disagree, I don't know.

So what happened with this friend? Well there was this gathering, with four friends and I, at my home. We ate good food, drank some alkohol and hung out, it was great. In the last, roughly, hour of the night I had two thirds of a wine bottle since no one else liked the wine. Unsurprisingly for the light-weight that I am I got quite drunk. But this isn't actually the part that matters. The thing that made my mind flip out was the fact that this friend got touchy, with me specifically, she grabbed my arm multiple times during the night and held it for multiple seconds each time. Something she has never done before. Now the logical reasoning here, which I myself came up with while being the drunkest I've ever been (not saying much), is just that she gets touchy when wine-drunk and I was the only one within reach. But another part of my mind is naturally spinning up a storm, maybe I'm just touch-starved.

What past happenings is my mind latching onto? For one her boyfriend seems to see me as a bit of a threat, which when I joked about it at one point she basically said "yeah, it sort of seems that way". She also greeted me with "hey hottie" at one point when I was to drive her and her boyfriend somewhere, which I pretended not to notice because it made me somewhat uncomfortable since I have zero interest in stepping on her boyfriend's toes. Regardless of the consequences, I had no interest in being even remotely flirty with someone who is taken. She has also complained about her boyfriend to me multiple times, and at at least one time said I'm more interesting to talk to. Altogether somewhat uncomfortable behavior, which I've shared with a mutual friend who agreed.

Like, she's cool but I hope she doesn't have feelings for me. For the sake of her boyfriend and the fact that I doubt I would even enjoy dating her. Another excuse I'm lathing onto is that maybe she is just beginning to see me as more of a fellow girl, maybe this is just the way girls are and she is including me in it. And I'm unused to it since I've been raised male. I hope that is the case. But my mind is spinning, imagining a future I don't think I would even actually like where in multiple years we end up together. Altogether this is all very inconvenient, I hope my mind gets over this half-crush.

She is also planning to get me shit-faced drunk at some point, or at least she was during the gathering. For the simple reasoning that it would be fun and I haven't had that experience yet. A part of me fears she is trying to get me drunk with some ulterior motive, though I don't think she would ever do that.

And thus, my ramblings conclude for the moment, I'm very tired. It'll be interesting to read this back later.

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Why do I feel like sooo many people lately have been utilizing poor reading comprehension skills. Like... with some of the media I like, I have felt like people aren't doing actual fair thorough analysis of the entire work of art and either only take in part of the story and judge it by those standards or don't consider the entire work has a specific angle it's going at so judging it by the standards of other art like it doesn't exactly make sense/work out.

I'm being vague but an example of this would be many fans and non-fans (but enjoyers of shonen) of Ju.jutsu Ka.isen. A decent amount have been complaining &/or criticizing it for exhibiting misogyny (like every other shonen) and while I'm not going to say it's the best most feminist thing ever what I WILL say is that at best I believe JJK is more neutral than anything else.

People talk about it for one thing because a decent amount of girls/women have died and while they have a decent amount of male characters too it's not seen as even because there aren't as many girl/woman characters and they tend to be connected to men. My main critique of this is that for 1 thing I do think the genre needs to be taken into consideration and since it's a shonen it just isn't going to have as many woman characters as men because it IS inherently supposed to focus on boys. We can talk about how gender conventions like this are antiquated and such but not only isn't this type of criticism unique to JJK OR even Japan at the end of the day the creator is subject to follow what editors say & want to see so whether or not the amount of woman was intentional we wouldn't know 100% considering mangaka don't actually have 100% control over their work. And one thing that I think helps this argument is that in the 1st episode of season 2 we actually get more screen time/new content of two girl characters during this specific arc and helps establish their characters more versus the manga AND the actual creator of the series helped work on this new season.

Another thing I want to point out is that JJK is one of the few that doesn't actually sexualize its characters compared to other shonen. It's something most shonen fans expect to see because shonen is made for boys (straight boys) in mind so fan service is kind of normal (not saying it okay or something just what is expected) and while maybe one or two characters are sexualized within JJ.K that doesn't exactly take away from it because this happens very rarely and out of 1/2 of the fan service like scenes its more so is used to establish one specific character as more "sexual" then others (what I'm basically saying is it isn't just there to be fan service but to establish some personality/traits of a specific character). And, I shouldn't have to point it out but one instance shouldn't automatically tarnish a piece of media just because of its existence.

My next point is that what people don't take into account is JJ.K isn't a cheery happy go lucky piece of media or shonen that relies on the power of friendship and hope and power alone it's much more realistic in its portrayal of kids being foisted into dangerous positions so it would be... odd and out of place for the woman characters to barely die if there are few to begin with and again, the point of the story IS the tragedy of it all, of what being a sorcerer entails, of what being a kid with cursed energy in this world entails and how much it ends up effecting you into adulthood.

The series also has established that sexism is a THING within its world on more than one occasion and even one of the more major characters has a literal arc dedicated to a woman character who takes revenge on her abusive patriarchal family. Some who watch/read JJ.K dismiss this however as being a one time thing and shouldn't speak for the whole work but I think that does a HUGE disservice and isn't actually fair to do AT ALL. This arc makes it a point to follow a girl character who wanted more from her life than to be in service of the men in her family AND wanted that for her sister and decided to go off on her own to train and become stronger to become the head of the family despite being born a non-sorcerer/lack of cursed energy & continued harassment & meddling of her family who eventually even attempt to MURDER her and her sister and succeed but was saved by her sister who in turn dies instead who makes a promise to her to destroy their clan in which she not only fulfills but fulfills EASILY and ends up becoming on of the most powerful characters in the stories world... and this all happens in a SHONEN, a piece of media that is meant to focus and cater specifically TOO BOYS. The existence of this character and her eventual arc is a big deal regardless of its length because at the end of the day it is treated seriously and as important to the story and characters like this are important for young people, especially boys, to see. Not to mention she also at some point in the story is horribly scarred and these scars don't go away, some could argue against it (extreme violence against women is bad) but I honestly think it refreshing & progressive to see a woman character who ACTUALLY ends up taking damage from a fight and doesn't look "conventionally" attractive anymore, they even make a point of pointing this out with a specific sexist character she was up against who says she no longer has her looks anymore (who she ends up defeating and killing).

There is even a scene in which this character is frustrated because she isn't able to reach her full potential (yet) and is helped by a random sumo wrestler enthusiast who communicates through a sumo match with her about what exactly is going on. To anyone unaware of the culture this doesn't seem like a big deal but traditionally women aren't allowed in the ring so this further shows the story going against and spitting on "tradition," within the culture of having this guy who is big into sumo invite her to a match and afterwards Maki is able to reach her full potential and finally beat the sexist character. I also find this refreshing and think it's kind of a big deal that we see two random sort-of-powerful-but-more-so average men who make it a point to help HER, a teen girl, to become EVEN more powerful, to surpass them, basically, and arent in anyway bothered or emasculated by this. We don't see a lot of men just supporting powerful girls/women characters and help them to become even stronger and I think that's an important thing for boys to see.

I believe I had a bit more arguing to do for this whole thing BUT I spent way too much time on the above and now I can't think of anything else, lol. So, maybe I'll come back to this to argue more but for now this is it. The only thing I do remember that I wanted to add was that again I do see JJ.K as more neutral because I DO have some complaints and mainly that is with one dynamic in the story/specific character because so far we have only gotten two extremely strong woman characters and one of them was killed off and ALSO had very little screen time. I WOULD like to see more powerful women who match the men within the story BUT considering it's almost over (the manga) and that again, it's a shonen, so I doubt that is going to happen BUT despite that I still do have positive feelings for JJ.K as a whole and think it is decent and disagree with people who consider is sexist and especially lump it in with most other major shonen.

One thing I wanted to add but wasn't sure where, I also think it's... weird/odd that despite all these fans of anime who regularly partake in media that is culturally different and know this and learn a bit from it ALSO don't bother with ever questioning their thought process & critiques on the media. Or basically, I feel westerners don't bother to ever think that MAYBE there is more than one way to view something and that THERE perceptions and what they see/deem as good or progressive isn't going to 100% be the same as what is actually seen as good and progressive there.

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rendevousz · 3 years

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avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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