#but goddamnit its fun and relaxing

[dinodinodin0]

me, myself, and I

part five of the other woman series.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: angst series, fem! reader

part one part two part two part four

it had been a while since you last blew off Eddie and Chrissy, about two months now. You walked to school and back alone now, slowly getting used to the burn in your calves. you sat alone at lunch, and you were mostly alone throughout the day. you didn't mind. you'd rather be alone than with people who play with your feelings, right?

right..?

you tried to avoid them whenever you could. averting your eyes. slightly turning your back towards them when you were in close vicinity. you knew their schedules, so you knew what routes to steer clear of. You tried the best you could, but there'd be moments.

there were times you caught a glance of them. times you couldn't keep your eyes from locking onto eddies, times you could almost smell Chrissy's rose perfume. it was like mourning them, seeing them everywhere. it was torture. and as confident as you were now, you couldn't help to feel lonely. you missed them.

after school, you routinely greeted your mom and went to work at the kitchen table. homework was a slight distraction from whatever feelings you had that day. you'd gotten a lot better at routine and taking care of yourself. before bed, you'd bathe, brush your teeth, wash your face, and admire how pretty you were. focusing on yourself made you realize how much you truly enjoyed your company.

the smell of sweet vanilla coating the air, you attended to your skincare. you loved doting on yourself, but it felt… off. maybe the comfort of routine bored you? was your brain more used to chaos? was that why you missed them? had you missed the drama, the intense feelings, or…

you glanced at the mirror. you never took off the pictures of all of you. you told yourself you'd get back to doing it one day, but you never did. who were you kidding?

you weren't over either of them.

you missed your best friends. you missed doodling on Chrissy's homework, missed braiding her hair when you sat behind her in class. you missed cheer practice, and how she was the only one who stood by your side in the entire team.

now cheer practice was almost like limbo. you existed, you thought. but everyone looked through you. even Chris.

Eddie only picked up Chris now.

you missed Eddie. you missed how he smelt, like weed and cigarettes. not a particularly good smell on its own, but like Pavlov's dog, you conditioned yourself to think of him whenever you smelt it. which, given the circumstance, was hell. this school is full of weed-and-cigs smell.

you missed him caressing your hair when you two cuddled, relaxing and watching The Dark Chrystal. you missed him making fun of you for loving the Muppets still, memories of the messy 70s show still nostalgic and sweet to you. he had teased you, but you two would watch whatever episodes your mom recorded whenever you asked.

you miss how he used to look at you.

so much love in his eyes, though oblivious to the type. it was so gentle and fond, it was comforting.

his eyes were sad now. they darted everywhere when they caught yours, but you could feel them burning holes through you when you refuted eye contact.

did he miss you too?

did Chrissy?

maybe you should call her.

no. she knows what she did. right?

ughhhhh.

goddamnit.

although it was almost 11:00 at night, you rang her. it rang for minutes, with no pickup.

maybe this was a sign. maybe she doesn't want anything to do with you.

you'd try again in the morning.

you swatted at your alarm, groaning at the loud noise disturbing your two hours of sleep. you'd been so anxious about calling Chrissy that you couldn't sleep, worried she'd cuss you out or something of the sort when you tried again. what time was it?

7:00 am on a Saturday. shed probably be awake by now.

you trotted down the stairs, anxiously picked up the phone, and pressed it to your ear. your fingers hovered over the keypads, barely touching the engrained numbers.

this was a good idea. was this a good idea? maybe it wasn't.

fuck it.

you gulped and pressed in her number. it rang, and rang...

"..hello?"

you swallowed your pride, and greeted her with a broken voice,

"Hey... Chris."

"Y/N?? oh my gosh !! I missed you!!"

"you... you did?"

"yeah! I'm so sorry about the misunderstanding with me and Eddie, I know you were hurt about it, but I was actually there becaus-"

"hold on Chris, I want to ask both of you about that if I can. have a discussion in person?"

you chuckled. you were surprised she was so pleasant towards you, given the most contact you had initiated with her for two months was side-eyes.

"Okay okay, do you know when you want to?" she said, chipper as ever.

"do y'mind if you tell Eddie, and we can walk to his house together? I'll meet you at your door in an hour if that's okay," apparently, the anxiety you had before dialing her had returned. the thought of meeting up with both of them was nerve-wracking, especially Eddie. he was the one who was attempting to explain anyway, and you shot him down.

"yah, of course! ill call him up now, see you in an hour"

"yep, see you."

oh godddd. this. this is the worst. again. somehow it was worse.

you knew you needed to make it up to them, or if your suspicions were correct, at least you'd know. they needed a space to defend themselves, and you missed them.

you brushed your hair, making sure no strand was in the wrong place. you picked out nicer clothes, and you almost felt as if you were getting dressed for a job interview. 

after 30 minutes of psyching yourself up, you slipped on your tennis shoes. it'd be a long walk to Chrissy's, but in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten just how far she lived from you. opening the door and breathing in the fresh air, you open your eyes to a van in your driveway.

Eddie? 

"hey, doll. Chris told me you were going to walk to her house, so I'm picking you up."

Chrissy peaked out from the backseat window, waving at you and grinning.

Your breath hitched, and you crept over.

"Hey, it's okay. I know you're probably nervous to be around me again, but you're all good, promise," he pats the seat next to him, intending for you to sit shotgun.

you hadn't sat shotgun in a long time.

A/N: omg yall. i am so sorry. i have not posted in a month, and i appreciate all of you for engaging with my work still. youre all angels <3

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[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.2

First Part Next Part

This one is a bit less headcanons and more of just a little compilation of times Guy has interrupted their streaming, and Chat being Honey's chaotic posse

Guy tries his best. He really does.

But when it's his day off, and Honey is streaming, he gets needy. This boy needs attention and love, and Honey leaving him all alone to play games with strangers is just too cruel. How could they just abandon him like this?

Y'know how sometimes when you're bored you'll randomly go to the fridge to look for something to eat even though you're not hungry? That's Guy. But with the door that leads to the room Honey is streaming in.

He'll be scrolling through social media and then boom suddenly he's standing outside the door.

It's like when you shut your pet out of the bathroom when they try to follow you in.

So without further ado, here are the times Guy has interrupted Honey, and made their chat go wild.

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It started small. Guy would stay in the living room, and just blow up their phone with texts, begging for them to come out and just give him one little kiss to hold him over.

Of course they eventually told him to knock it off before they put their phone on silent

Then he was sitting outside the door and sliding notes under. Bonus if the camera is set up in a way that can sort of see the bottom of the door, so Chat is the first to notice and point it out to Honey.

They look over at the chat to see it blowing up like:

👀👀👀👀👀

Bae, ur dog need u 😅🤣

Is that their roommate??

Tf is going on

AYO 😂😂😂😂

can u play minecraft

NOT THEIR ROOMIE PASSING NOTES IN CLASS ✋😭😭

LMFAO I WANT TO SEE WHAT IT SAYS

SHOW US 🥺🥺

🤨 hey what the dog doin 🧐

Chat knows he's a puppy at this point

They turn around to see the little pile of notes scattered there; next to Guy's fingers which he is wiggling around under the door.

"Goddamnit, Guy-!" They shout, but there's clearly no venom in their words. A laugh had slipped out before they could stop it, and they crouched by the door.

The notes were all cute little things like,

"I ♡ u"

"come gimme kiss :("

"want smooch -3-"

"end the stream I need you >:("

So let's say from the angle the camera is set up, the stream can see about half of Honey as they're crouched by the door. They reach up to the handle and crack open the door.

Chat can't see Guy, Honey is blocking him from view.

They can't be heard speaking, but when Guy laughs, everyone in chat fucking melts because baby boy has the sweetest fucking laugh in the world holy shit

Arms can be seen wrapping around Honey, though their arms stay by their side, and it last for about 3 seconds before Honey places their hand flat on Guy's face and shoves him away (affectionately) while also calling him a dumbass.

They shut the door and return to their stream, not very happy that Chat saw that.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING

SPILL THE TEA SIS UNTIL DAWN CAN WAIT

What did I miss??

HOOOOLY SHIT

*pog*

NO WAY

*pog*

*pog*

*pog*

★ someone donated $3 ★

Okay bitch, u got 5 seconds to explain urself 🔫🔫🔫

Anyway, they beat Guy's ass later that night but in the good if ykwim ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

—

Honey's little fan base is having a lot of fun theorizing their relationship with their faceless (yet adorable) roommate.

Chat loves bringing him up to get Honey talking about him. The way their eyes go soft are one of the top reasons most of their fans think they're dating (which they're not wrong, but Honey has yet to confirm nor deny)

Sometimes Honey will even bring Guy up on their own, but it's always the most random ass shit.

They were doing a chill stream, one where they just kinda played a slow game (like animal crossing or Stardew valley) and wouldn't really talk much, with lofi music in the background.

Not as many people watch those streams, but it's okay. Honey likes to play relaxing games from time to time, and they only really can if they're streaming it.

Off the cuff they just go, "Guy told me he wanted to start an Only Fans."

They started laughing after they realized they said it, even more when chat went from being really slow with only a few donos here and there to BLOWING UP

Honey explained that Guy was, in fact, not actually going to start an Only Fans.

They had told him that he was gaining popularity among their fan base and Guy had made the comment as a joke.

However the stream got more rowdy as more people joined only to find the current topic of conversation being whether or not Honey's faceless roommate should start an Only Fans.

Most people were like "yes, please" but Honey was (suspiciously) quick to tell them that it wasn't going to happen.

It only took about 20 minutes for the stream to go back to how it was, calm and slow.

Until Honey, once again, made a random ass comment along the lines of, "what if me and Guy started an only fans together?"

And then it was round two.

Honey loves fucking with their chat.

—

Guy started getting bolder as Honey living with him became the new normal. He was always finding new ways to invade their stream while keeping his face hidden.

He started watching their streams and eventually decided he wanted to see them blush

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: guess who ;)))

They stared at the message for almost a minute before placing their head in their hands and going "Jesus fucking Christ"

Chat never caught on to this one until much later

Like, a few months of this "HoneysHeaven" donating just one dollar and saying things that seemed to throw the streamer off their rocker.

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: you look so cute today ^^

"Shut up."

*chat proceeds to get angry that Honey did not accept the compliment and aggressively assures them that they are very cute*

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: who is Sebastian and why are you flirting with him :(

Honey smirked, "he's a video game character."

HoneysHeaven: but why are you flirting with him :(

Gotta step up ur game HH

Bro is simping HARD

Poor thing

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: your fans are being mean to me :((

"hey, you kids play nice."

°•°•°•°•°•°

"I don't trust this ratty ass cat-"

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: can you come show me how to run the dishwasher pls (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠` ; )

"Guy, I swear to god, I've shown you how to run it a hundred times already!"

HoneysHeaven: I'm sorryyy (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

WAIT THATS GUY!?!?!?!?

OMG

GUY!??!?

HOLY FUC-

WEVE BEEN LOVINGLY BULLYING OUR BOY

SHAME ON ALL OF YOU

I DIDNT DO NOTHING

GUY I LOVE YOUUU

what the heck just happened??

Honey leaves the room to show Guy how to use the dishwasher for the upteenth time, and it certainly won't be the last.

Guy snuck in a few kisses there, being incognito in chat was fun while it lasted

—

If we circle back to our lovely theorists within Honey's fan base, we will see that they have been having a field day.

People are 98% sure that there is/was something romantic going on between these two. It's very obvious to see how flirty Guy is, and Honey has their moments.

Most think Guy has an unrequited crush on Honey, while some think it's reciprocated but not acted upon.

Very few think they're actually dating simply because of the way Honey acts. It seems like they're not interested in anything romantic.

Another small few think they're just good friends, and they're the kind of people that get all pressed about "why can't two people with a good relationship just be friends anymore," and blah blah blah.

One time Honey was having fun messing with their chat, just kind of sitting back and watching as they discussed amongst each other who Guy was to Honey.

They had fun dangling their love life in front of their fans like bait, especially because it made them feel all warm inside when people pointed out how painfully obvious it was that Guy was head over heels for them.

Did you put a ring on it yet? Cause if you don't, I will <.<

PFFT-

"hey, hey, calm down. He's taken."

BY WHO???

TAKEN!?

NOOOOOOO MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Honey laughs, "none of you even know what he looks like."

All the good men are taken >:(

Hold on now, it's 20XX, it's what's on the inside that counts

Mama always told me not to judge a book by its cover

ARE YOU TAKEN THO???

My mama also said not to judge a book by its cover, and lucky for me, I can't read 🥰🥰 Hand him over 🔪 /lh /j

WOAH WOAH WOAH

I simp for the invisible man from Hotel Transylvania, my powers are beyond your understanding

"All of you say that, but for all you know, he could look like a toe."

LMAO

Yummy

Jokes on you I'm into that shit

*people with foot fetishes have entered the chat*

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

OH GOD OH FUCK

Cronch

"okay, I regret being born. I think that's enough internet for today."

—

Drama doesn't usually break out, but when it does Honey still finds ways to have fun with it.

"no, I did not show Guy how to run the dishwasher like in that scene from Ghost... Tf?"

Damn that would've been hot tho

DAMMIT Boo you missed your chance to seduce him 😩😩

I'm gonna draw that later 👀

What scene from ghost? What's ghost?

OOOH WE DOIN GUY X [HONEY] FANART NOW ??? 👀👀👀

Oh God, guys, please don't make this weird

Babydoll, we can get you some flirting lessons if you want 😜

Ah yeah just gotta do the lip bite and the chin rub 😉😉 say some pickup line and he's all yours

LMAO won't be too hard he already down BAD

"how it do baby gorilla" *bites lip*

OH GOOD LORD

LMAOOO YOU GOTTA USE THAT ONE

They're just friends, will you all chill out??

Honey, laughing, "who said we were just friends?"

HEY

PUMP THE BREAKS PUMP THE BREAKS WHAT THE FLUFF

STOP MESSING WITH US YOU ASSHOLE /affectionate

Ayo 🤨🤨🤨

EXPLAIN URSELF BABE 😡😡😡

Hiiii I love you and your content 🥰🥰💕

★ someone donated $10 ★

I will sell you my soul please tell us what that means

"does it have to mean anything?"

AAAAAAAAAAAA

You... You are evil 😑

DAMMIT

FUCK

My therapist is going to hear about you.

Some people want world peace, but [Honey]... [Honey] just wants to watch the world burn.

°•°•°•°•°•°

"y'know... Guy has brought it to my attention that some of you have been drawing fanart of us. Which is sweet, but it's also weird because none of you know what he looks like..."

Oh shit we're in trouble

How are people drawing him when they don't know what he looks like??

GUYS WE'RE GONNA GET GROUNDED

OH NOOO

THEIR GONNA TAKE OUR FEMUR PRIVILEGES

NOT MY FEMURS I JUST GOT THOSE BACK

"Now, I'm not saying that it's okay to ship real life people. Because it's not. It makes most people uncomfortable."

Now I'm uncomfortable we don't usually get serious talks

I'm deadass actually kinda scared rn

SAMEE

Yeah same here I think I peed a little

Same

What

Wait you peed?

"I mean, I don't really mind it. The only weird thing is that some of you are drawing Guy without know what he looks like so it doesn't at all look like Guy," Honey laughs, "the fanfiction is pretty weird though, maybe cut it out with that stuff."

🫡🫡🫡

YES BOSS

YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN BOYS, FIRE THE NUKES

What is wrong with everyone here

DESTROY THE EVIDENCE

Wattpad is going down 😈😈

★ someone donated $5 ★

So you're okay with the fanart? Is Guy okay with it too?

"yeah, I'm chill with it. Guy is too, he thinks it's cute."

Awwwww 🥺🥺🥺

I fall in love with a faceless man I don't know even more everyday

HE THINKS ITS CUTE!!??? THAT IS SO WHOLESOME OMG

HES SHIPPING HIMSELF WITH YOU FR

I stg if you don't date him-

Give him a kiss from all of us 😘

YES

KISS HIM AS A GIFT FROM US

JUST A LITTLE PECK ON THE CHEEK

DO IT DO IT

This isn't too much right?

KITH

"maybe I will kiss him, but it hardly seems fair to do just one for the thousands of you."

😳

STOP

I'm going to die

YOU NEED TO CHILL YOU GREMLIN

IM GOING TO FIGHT YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS when is the next con?

This is killing me

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: woah does this mean I'm gonna get thousands of kisses <.<

"HEY-!"

OH SHIT

BABY YOU JUST GOT CAUGHT IN 4K

I am so painfully single ouch

ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION

HoneysHeaven: so can I come claim those kisses now, or...?

AINT NO WAY

OH MY GAHD

"no."

NO!?!?

NO????

BITCH TF YOU MEAN

YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

HoneysHeaven: :(

NOOOOOO

YOU MADE HIM SAD

"oh my god- just- ugh," Honey hides their face away from the camera, clearly flustered, "just go away."

—

Yeah, their fan base is 99% sure they're dating.

(I'm gonna have to cut this off here, I'm real tired but I had a lot of fun writing this. The chaotic chat clearly got away from me a few times lol. I will do a part 3, because I definitely still have more 😉)

#ive never watched a stream #can you tell? #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted imagine #redacted pizza guy #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted streamer!honey #redacted au #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic

[shhheep]

i realise ive never drawn the other snb band members, and uhh pony :) 
minus snazz bc my hand hurds and its 5am ok goodnight

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #snakes n barrels #antonio tony dimarco thunderbottom #sammy candynose twinskins #drawing like this is self indulgent #i kno they dont look this cute #but goddamnit its fun and relaxing

[fandoms-writings]

OOooh. Okay, I've got one. I wish you'd write a fic where Bucky gets basic care for something extremely minor (like burning his hand on the stove or something) and it makes him super emotional. Like just something as simple as basic first aid gives him feels. <3

First Aid

Pairing: avenger!Bucky x avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1040

Warnings: little injury, mentions of a little blood, tiny tiny angst, mainly fluff

a/n: not beta'd, this was fun! I like doing little drabbles

tell me what you wish I'd write

"Oh shit, goddamnit," You heard the grumbling coming from the kitchen followed by a clatter of what sounded like several dishes clanking against each other. Your brows furrowed as you quickly stood from your reading spot and made your way to the source of the noise.

Bucky stood there, holding his flesh hand as the water in the sink continued to spray.

"Buck, you alright?" You asked, making your way to his side. He mumbled something about how he was fine, but the second you saw the red leak out between his fingers, you rushed to close the distance.

"Oh my god, what happened?" You asked, taking his hands in yours, prying his fingers open so you could take a look.

"I was just trying to clean up a bit, do the dishes for everyone. Wasn't paying attention and grabbed a knife by the blade," He looked to the sink at the knife that had drops of blood on it, "but I'll be alright."

"Come on," You reached and turned the sink off before grabbing his forearm and pulling him with you.

"Wait, where are we going?" He asked.

"To get you taken care of. Can't have you going around with a gash in your hand, even if you are a super soldier," You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a small smile.

"I don't want to bother Cho with this, it'll heal on its own," He argued, but he didn't fight against the pull of your hand.

"We don't need Cho, I'll get you wrapped up, don't worry." You gave him a light laugh and it was then he paid attention to where you were taking him. It wasn't the direction of the med bay, it was the floor you two shared. You led him to your room, and then into your little bathroom where you made him sit on the edge of the tub.

"I keep one of these in here for the little things that aren't worth going to a professional for," You reached in the cabinet, pulling out a small white box. You opened it to grab gauze and alcohol wipes before closing it again.

You made your way back to his side, holding your hand out, "Let me see?" You asked, and he slowly reached his fist out until your fingers gently wrapped around his, pulling them open to inspect the damage.

"This is gonna sting a bit," You warned him before wiping the gash with the alcohol wipe. He felt the sting, but he didn't pay it any mind. He watched as you cleaned and wrapped his hand with so much care and he couldn't help the lump that formed in his throat.

No one ever really showed him this kind of care before, not since he'd become who he is now. He only ever experienced hands that intended harm. Grabs that were meant to bruise and mutilate. Sure, he'd been growing used to the team, and how thoughtful they were. But no one, other than Steve of course, had ever shown him this gentleness. He knew the team was nervous around him. He could feel it in the air.

But having you seated next to him, your knees bumping his as you cleaned and dressed the cut that would be nothing more than a red line of irritation in his palm by tomorrow morning, it was new. He knew you weren't that wary of him, he didn't know why, but he picked up on it immediately. You were always comfortable around him, and he grew to be relaxed around you. But this was different.

Your gentle touches across his fingers and his wrist as you moved his hand around, wrapping it in gauze, sent shivers up his arm and through his entire being. He was touch starved.

Your eyes shot up to his when he sniffled, and the look you gave him had his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Bucky. . ." Your voice was soft and your hands stilled over his own and he didn't dare take his hand out of your caring hold.

"Sorry," He sniffed again and ducked his head, reaching to cover his face with his metal hand, "I'm fine I promise."

You were silent for a moment before one of your hands left his wrapped one. It appeared on his metal wrist, pulling it away from his face. He let you guide it to rest in your lap with his other hand, your fingers wrapping around his palm.

"Hey," You muttered and he looked up to see your gaze free of judgment, "It's okay to not be okay," You gave him a small, crooked smile as understanding filled your eyes and you squeezed his hands, "It's okay."

He gave you a shaky smile back as the tears gathered in his lashes fell, one by one, down his cheeks. Taking a slow breath, he cleared his throat, "No one's ever. . ." He looked down at your hands encasing his, though his were twice the size of yours, "No one's ever cared for me like this, other than Steve. But even with him. . . it's different." He mumbled, too nervous to look back up at you.

You let out a breath through your nose and squeezed his hands once more, "Well," You started, leaning in closer, "I'll always care for you. In whatever way you need me to."

He blinked and looked up at you to see nothing but honesty and compassion in your gaze, "You don't have to do that, I don't wanna burden you-"

"Don't," You cut him off, "You're not a burden, Bucky. I'd be honored if you let me do that for you. Everyone needs someone who can help take care of them every once in a while."

He sighed before nodding, "Okay," He whispered, "Thanks."

"Of course," You smiled again, "Need a hug?" He let out a wet laugh and nodded.

"Please." You released his hands and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

That night, you held a "family meeting" with the team and how to not leave hazards out for others to get hurt on, specifically, how to not just throw a knife haphazardly into the sink for someone to slice their hand on.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #avenger!bucky #avenger!reader

[nightlychaotic]

The Cat That Caught the Canary

Marinette walked through the museum, trying to keep her footsteps soft as Plagg floated alongside her.

“You sure that it’s here, Plagg?” Marinette whispered.

“Trust me Pigtails. It’s here. And you need to get it before we have another Hawkmoth incident,” Plagg said. Marinette winced slightly. Yep. Did not want a repeat of Hawkmoth anytime soon.

“And the reason you didn’t want Tikki or any of the others to know?”

“It’s a surprise!”

Marinette looked at him.

“...And Tikki wouldn’t let us go if she knew we were stealing from a museum and the other kwamii can’t keep a secret from her to save their lives. But I swear. There’s a Miraculous here. It’s not the first time you know.”

“I know. I know. And we don’t need a repeat of that incident either,” she muttered under her breath. “Are we close?”

“It’s just over here. Sheesh, patience Pigtails.”

She rolled her eyes slightly at him as he led her to an exhibition case.

“Care to do the honors?”

Plagg flew into the case unlocking it. Marinette gently opened the case and pulled out the belt that laid inside, tucking it away, before closing the lid.

“Plagg can you relock it?”

“On it.”

“That’s it right? We can leave now?”

“Yep. Unless there’s anything else you want to steal while we’re at it. A little souvenir or two”

“No. We’re not taking souvenirs, Plagg,” Marinette told the mini god without turning around to face him.

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

Marinette turned around to face him. Eyes widening as she looked at him.

“Plagg No,” she whispered yelled at the kwamii who had draped himself in a couple priceless necklaces and wearing a bracelet around his middle.

“Plagg Yes,” he cackled with glee. Marinette sighed running a hand through her head.

“Plagg. Put them back. We don’t have time for this.”

“Aw come on. Live a little.”

“No. Hurry up and put those back. I’m not trying to get caught by GCPD or worse one of the Bats. Now, Plagg.”

“Can’t I at least keep-”

“NO.”

“Fiiiiiine.”

Marinette watched him as he put the stolen jewelry back in its case, muttering under her breath about ‘chaotic mini god of destruction giving me headaches every time I turn around’ and “God Tikki is going to kill us when we get back, why did I let him talk me into this, oh right because it’s “my duty” to.

“You know the museum doesn’t allow visitors for a few more hours.”

Merde.

Marinette glanced behind her and cursed seeing Nightwing. Of course. Just her luck. Not the worst one she could have been caught by, but definitely not good to be caught by. Marinette angled herself so she could keep Nightwing in her periphery while also trying to keep an eye on Plagg as she tried to decide which was the lesser of two evils. Why hadn’t she worn a mask again? Oh right because Plagg convinced her not to, saying: “I’ll take care of the cameras. No one will see us, you'll be fine. And if you end up needing a quick escape you can just transform. Relax.”

“Good thing I was just leaving then.”

“Not without returning the six things you stole.”

Six?! Goddamnit Plagg.

“They’ve already been returned, I’m sorry to drag you away from your patrol or whatever it was you were doing. Now if you excuse me-” Marinette said as she started to try and make her way to where Plagg had hidden and book it out of there.

“Where’s the belt?” he asked. She froze.

“The belt. It’s unaccounted for.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Marinette said as she considered her options.

One: She could put on the belt and try to deal with and learn from an unknown kwamii on the fly.

Pros: Powers, Protects her identity.

Cons: Nightwing is right there, would reveal the Miraculi to Gotham’s vigilantes, unknown abilities, Plagg.

Two: Grab Plagg and book it, hoping she can find somewhere to duck where she can safely transform without getting caught by Nightwing anyway in the process.

Pros: Gets her away from Nightwing (hopefully),Powers, Protects her identity (hopefully), gets Plagg out of the way.

Cons: Have to evade a trained vigilante as a civilian, Plagg.

Three: Face Nightwing head on, with nothing to defend herself with, and hope she can take him down and book it.

Pros: Better able to take in her surroundings and where Nightwing is.

Cons: Blown identity, No weapons, No helpful abilities, Plagg.

“Atalanta’s Belt. Main exhibition piece. It’s still missing,” Nightwing told her, moving forward, trying to close the gap between the two of them. “You seem reasonable and like this isn’t your usual gig. If you give it back now, maybe I can let you go with barely a slap on the wrist.”

Marinette backed up as he moved closer, trying to keep him in sight while hiding her face was proving frustratingly difficult. She moved over to where Plagg was hiding and reached to grab him- Where was he?! She let out a frustrated breath as she scanned the area behind her.

“Plagg, get your butt over here,” she hissed under her breath, before raising her voice to address Nightwing. “I’m sorry but I can’t do that.” As much as I wish I could right now.

“Why not? Are you being forced to do this?”

What was Marinette supposed to respond to that with? Sorry, no can do. It houses a mini god with some unknown power and it’s my job to make sure the wrong person doesn’t get their hands on it and the magic it contains because that could spell disaster, so I need to get it back and put it in my box filled with other pieces of magical jewelry amd magical, powerful mini gods. Nope. She wasn’t trying to sent to Arkham anytime soon.

“No. I’m sorry but it cannot stay here. I do not make it my business to rob museums nor do I intend to continue to do so after this, but this belt needs to come with me,” she said carefully, scanning for Plagg- there!

“I can’t let you take that.”

“Good thing I’m not letting you then isn’t it?” Marinette asked before dashing to the side, snatching Plagg as she booked it, while Nightwing went to subdue her. Plan Two it is.

Marinette booked it out of the hall they were currently in and sprinted down a narrow hall into a new exhibition, Nightwing on her tail as she looked for someplace she could duck into quickly to transform without getting caught.

“Sheesh relax, Pigtails. You’ll be fine. Want me to distract him for you?”

“NO! Not the time Plagg. I’m not looking for mass destruction right now. Just some place to hide and transform.”

“Aww You're no fun. Want me to scout ahead?”

“Not now Plagg,” she ground out rounding a corner, vaulting over a display case, hoping to cut sometime and put some distance between her and Nightwing. Why were these exhibition halls all so wide open?! There! Marinette spotted a vent. Big enough for her tiny frame to get in comfortably, but small enough that Nightwing would struggle to move if he could even fit into the vent. She kicked in the grate and ducked in, crawling a little until she wasn’t in view of the mouth of the vent, smiling a bit as she heard Nightwing curse.

“Time to even the odds out. Plagg, Claws Out!”

Marinette grinned as she transformed into Lady Noire once again and poked her head around the corner towards the mouth of the vent. She couldn’t see Nightwing watching it, but she’d be foolish to assume he was gone. The possibility was there but with her luck she wasn’t counting on it. She wormed her way towards the vent and jumped out as fast as she could, rolling as she landed on the ground, recovering and taking off once more, back towards the original hall she was in.

“The hell-” Nightwing started as she burst out of the vent, startled for a moment before taking off after her. She couldn’t help the small laugh that came out. Damnit Plagg and making me more chaotic. She put on a burst of speed coming back to the exhibition where she had originally been caught, stopping and turning on a dime, she grinned and gave a small salute to Nightwing.

“The pleasure’s been mine Nightwing. And while I’ve enjoyed this game of cat and mouse I’m afraid this is where it ends. Catch you later, Canary,” she told him, extending her baton, using it to carry her upwards and through the glass of the skylight, landing on the roof, before she began free running over the rooftops in a winding route in case of a tail. She was not trying to get caught twice in one night.

She was about half way back to her destination, when she heard a small noise, the ears on top of her head twitching, she barely looked over to see a figure come flying and tackling her to the rooftop. The two rolled over each other. Marinette recovered and tried to stand, making it about two steps before she was grabbed from behind and knocked to the ground, Nightwing on top of her, pinning her down.

“Back for round two already?”

“That was some quick change you pulled back there. Thought you weren’t a criminal for a living?”

“I’m not. Just this once. It’s the exception,” she replied, looking up at him. Actually managing to take in her pursuer for the first time that night, she swore internally. He was hot. Why the hell did he have to be so hot.

Nightwing’s eyes narrowed as she said that.

“Funnily enough I’m having a hard time believing you.”

She shrugged. “Believe what you want, it’s the truth,” she told him before quickly moving to break the hold he had on her and rolling away, to her feet, grabbing her baton and extending it slightly into a staff, holding it at ready. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let me go are you?”

“I told you otherwise earlier, didn’t I?” he asked, drawing his escrima sticks out.

“That’s unfortunate then.”

Lady Noire spun her staff as Nightwing came at her. She brought it up to block his escrima sticks, the sound of metal clashing hurting her hypersensitive ears. She bent down quickly to try and sweep his feet out from underneath only for him to flip away. She narrowed her eyes as she watched him land. She grinned. Acrobatic. She could work with that. Probably similar to how she fought. God she missed having her yo-yo, not quite as used to the baton that came with Plagg.

“Why do you need the belt?”

“Sorry birdy. Can’t tell you. You're not in the loop,” she told him as she dug her heels in, weapons clanging once more. She pressed back against him, their weapons interlocked for a moment, before Nightwing managed to twist her staff out of her hands. She cursed as it landed on the rooftop, behind her opponent. NIghtwing quickly stashed his sticks and lunged to grab her wrists, pinning her once more as he pulled out a pair of cuffs. He slipped one cuff on one of her wrists and the other to a pipe on the roof.

“Where is it?”

“Nowhere you can get.”

“You couldn’t have hidden it that fast, so where is it.”

“Like I said nowhere you can get it. I couldn’t get it at the moment even if I wanted to. Sorry to disappoint you. You aren’t getting it off me.”

Nightwing stared at her and narrowed his eyes.

“Like I said, I don’t make this a habit. After this I’m going back to my everyday life. No need to worry about me being a criminal on the streets. I have a very nice day job and I intend to keep the vigilanteism to you. So if you’d just let me go we can both pretend this never happened.”

“Not going to happen.”

Lady Noire sighed. “I’m sorry for this. I mean no hard feelings between us. But I can’t wait for Batman or whoever you’re waiting for to get here.”

“What do you mean-”

“Cataclysm!” Marinette dissolved the handcuffs holding her in place and lunged for her staff, grabbing it and swinging it into Nightwing, wincing slightly as she heard it connect, knocking him into the ground. She took off her belt and used it to tie his hands to the same pipe he handcuffed her too earlier.

“Sorry about this. I truly am. But I have a duty I need to see through. No hard feelings,” she told him before taking off over the rooftops once more. She made it a block away from her apartment before dropping into an alleyway and calling off her transformation. Plagg dramatically falling into her hands.

“Good job there, Pigtails.”

“Nope. That’s enough out of you for tonight. You have caused enough trouble for one night,” she told him as he flew into her bag. She left the alleyway hurrying back to her apartment, praying she could just collapse in bed and sleep until she needed to get up.

“Where have you two been?”

Dangit.

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Dick sat with his family as they waited for the new designer his father commissioned to arrive. Dick played through the events of last night, questioning a few things that had happened. There is no way that girl could have gotten changed in that vent so fast. And nothing about her staff was normal. He mulled over these questions until a voice cut through his thoughts.

“I am so sorry I’m late. I was up late working on a last minute commission for Jagged, you know how he can be, and completely slept through my alarms. And then traffic was a nightmare to get through. I promise it won’t happen again, Mr. Wayne.”

Dick’s head snapped up hearing that voice. No way. It couldn’t be. He stared at the up and coming designer his dad had commissioned on recommendation of Jagged Stone. For new Gala suits for the family.

“That’s quite alright Miss Dupain-Cheng. Jagged is a force to be reckoned with, but he did sing your praises last time I saw him,” Bruce replied with a small chuckle. Dick grinned at the memory of Jagged Stone quite literally singing his premises for his 'rock-and-roll personal designer’ as he put it. “I know my sons have all had similar experiences and mishaps in the past.”

“Thank you. But please, just call me Marinette.”

“As long as you call me Bruce in return, Marinette.”

“If that’s what you want, Bruce.”

“It is. These are my sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Like I said when I first reached out to you, we’ll each be needing a suit.”

Dick watched as the woman, thief?, nodded. “It’s nice to meet all of you. When do you need them by again?”

“Six weeks if that’s possible.”

“That should be doable,” she said, looking up slightly. “My current commissions are almost done, so I should be able to get started on them by this weekend, if all goes well.”

“That soon?”

“Mhmm. I like to keep myself busy, with commissions. And I prefer to do a large part by hand, especially if there’s any embroidery included in the design. I always do that by hand, so the sooner I can get started the better,” she explained. Bruce nodded at her explanation.

“Okay, so I’ll need to take all of your measurements, and I’d like to have a quick one on one with everyone to get their preferences for styles, fabrics, colors, and such. Is there a room I can set my stuff in and meet with you each individually?”

“We can use the living room, if that works for you. Is there any specific order you would like to meet with us?”

Marinette shook her head, as Bruce led her to the living room and she pulled out a binder, notebook, and a tape measure. “Whichever order you all decide is fine. It won’t affect the creative process or consultation in any way. Maybe You and Tim first so you two can get back to work if need be?”

Bruce nodded, before Marinette smiled and ushered the boys out of the room.

Dick frowned slightly as he pulled out his phone using it to look up Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng while he waited. He scrolled through the general results as he waited.

marinettedcdesigns.com Commissions About Me Pricing Contact Me

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“Dick? You don’t mind if I call you Dick? Your last up,” Marinette told him, poking her head into where he was waiting with a smile.

“Not at all,” he replied as she led him into the living room as she grabbed her tape measure. Turning around to look at him, head tilted to the side in a cute little gesture.

“I’m going to take measurement first, and then we’ll talk about preferences and all that jazz. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah, of course. You’re the expert,” Dick replied grinning. “So Marinette…”

“Mhmm?” she hummed as she jotted down measurements, flitting about him with her tape measure.

“You look awfully familiar. Have we met before?”

“No I don’t believe we have. I think I’d remember someone as handsome as you,” she said, before clapping a hand to her mouth, face turning beet red. “I’m so sorry that was completely unprofessional of me. I am so sorry.”

Dick laughed. “It’s fine Marinette. I just swear I saw someone who looked as beautiful as you last night,” he told her. He was playing a risky game. He was almost sure it was Marinette he had caught in the museum last night, their voices were too similar for it not to be, but he never got a good look at her face before she had changed and put a mask on. Their builds were the same. If she caught on he might give away who he was.

Dick noted that Marinette tensed as he asked that. “You must be mistaken. I was home all night working on a commission for Jagged, like I said earlier. I don’t get out much anyways except for groceries and consultations. No one saw me last night.”

“That’s unfortunate then.”

“If you believe so,” she said, measuring his torso and arms. “Why is your whole family so freaking muscular?” she muttered under her breath. Dick laughed at that. “I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I swear I am usually more professional than this. But when I’m running on coffee and fumes my filter tends to go down.”

“Please you have no need to apologize. It’s cute,” he told her, grinning as a blush found her way onto her cheeks. She was quiet for a minute as she finished jotting down a few measurements in her notebook before sitting down and gesturing for him to do the same. Dick took a moment to really look at the woman in front of him. She was beautiful. She was small, dark hair, blue eyes, stylishly dressed in a fitted, yet professional looking dress, cinched at the waist with a belt. His eyes narrowed at the belt. Something about it stood out to him as not quite fitting. It didn’t sit right with him.

“I like your belt,” he told her. Raising an eyebrow as she froze, glancing down to her belt for a moment.

“Oh, Thank you. My friend gave it to me last night.”

“I thought you were home alone last night?”

“It was at the beginning of the night. Anywho, do you have any preference when it comes to your suits?”

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“Plagg, what is this?” Marinette asked holding up a bracelet she knew for a fact did not belong to her.

“A Souvenir.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t not do it.”

“Plagg I told you to put them all back.”

“I did. And then I grabbed a new one.”

“Plagg!”

“It’s not that big of a deal. Calm down.”

“Not a big deal. Not a big deal. Plagg, do you realise how much trouble I would get if anyone found this!? I would go to jail for years.”

“So we’ll just go return it. No harm no foul.”

Marinette sighed, pinching her nose, looking at the unfinished commissions she was hoping to get done that night. “We’re leaving at midnight.”

Midnight came and went, and sooner than Marinette would have liked she found herself back in the exhibition hall she was in last night.

“Hurry up and put it back and don’t steal anything else. I’m not looking to come back here three nights in a row,” she told Plagg, watching him like a hawk, to ensure the safety of the exhibits. She didn’t notice the arrival of someone else until she felt someone lean over and whisper in her ear.

“I thought lightning didn’t strike in the same place twice?”

Marinette shrieked in surprise, and hastily unfolded the neck of her turtleneck so she could cover the lower half of her face as she turned to face Nightwing.

“Do you make it a habit to sneak up on unsuspecting people in the middle of the night?”

“Only when they’re breaking and entering in museums.”

“I’m not here to steal anything.” “Why do I find that hard to believe?”

“I only came back to return an unwanted souvenir that found its way into my apartment. Though if another finds its way into my apartment, there will be repercussions,” Marinette told him, glancing over at Plagg, to check up on him. She once again found herself on the opposite side of the room from Plagg. She twisted the ring on her finger slightly as she watched Nightwing, positioning herself so if he moved forward, she would move backwards closer to the headache named Plagg. Nightwing looked confused at her as she said that.

“A thief breaking in to return something? That’s new,” Nightwing remarked dryly.

“As I told you last night, I am not a thief.”

Marinette backed up, close enough that Plagg could phase into her bag unnoticed by Nightwing, she glanced over her shoulder at the kwamii, jerking her head slightly for him to get in her bag. Her mistake. Nightwing took her brief moment of distraction to pin her against him and pulled down the fabric covering her face. Marinette cursed, ducking her head and wormed her way out of his hold, yanking her hands through his grip. In his attempt to regrasp her wrists, Nightwing managed to snag the ring on Marinette’s finger pulling it off as she slipped through his hands. Marinette turned eyes wide, and stared at him as he clutched the ring in his hand.

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Nightwing looked at the ring he had just pulled off Marinette’s finger on accident, closing his hand around it as Marinette whirled around to face him.

“Give that back,” Marinette told him, looking panicked, her voice hard. Nightwing tightened his grip on the ring.

“I don’t think I will.”

“You don’t understand I need that ring back. Please give it back.”

Nightwing raised a brow and looked at the ring once more. “Why is the ring so important?”

Marinette let out a frustrated sound. “That is none of your business.”

Nightwing shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll keep it,” he told her before starting to try and put the ring on for safe keeping. He got stopped in halfway through the action as he was struck in the middle as Marinette tackled him to the ground, knocking the ring from his hands. He was surprised by the strength, he was not expecting that from her petite build.

Dick stared up at the woman now on top of him, pinning his wrists down on either side of his head, her face inches from his. Dick was not expecting this. She’s strong. She’s beautiful. She’s on top of me. She’s on top of me. She’s a thief. She’s a strong, beautiful, thief on top of me. I’m so screwed.

The two stayed there for a minute staring at each other, before Marinette slowly seemed to realize the position she’d put them in, a blush swiftly forming on her face. Dick grinned up at her.

“Like what you see?” he asked, her blush only deepening.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Canary?” she murmured under her breath as she pushed herself off of him. Nightwing took advantage of the brief release to reverse the situation, flipping them so she was pinned underneath him now.

“Two can play your game, Marinette,” he leaned down to whisper in her ear, revealing that he knew who she was. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. “So what’s so important about the ring and belt that you need both of them?”

“Let’s just say I need to keep them from getting into the wrong hands, and I don’t trust museums to do that.”

“You don’t trust me to take care of the ring or keep the museum from being robbed?”

“No offense, but I don’t know you, and considering that everytime I run into you, you end up trying to subdue me, we haven’t gotten off on the best foot,” she replied, squirming under his pin trying to get out. He tightened his hold as she did so.

“You’d be surprised. I’ve seen the whole cat and mouse act work out pretty well for some people.”

“Would you like that?” she asked, leaning up so her lips brushed his ear. “Want me to be the Cat that caught the Canary?”

Dick felt himself blush slightly at the proximity and the idea. Marinette took advantage of that and broke out of his hold and rolled away scooping up the ring and sliding it back onto her finger. Dick looked up at her as she ran from the hall, slowly standing to chase after when she came back, changed into her cat costume once more, baton by her side, keeping to the opposite side of the room. Damn it. It runs in the family, he thought looking at her, her long braid, the ears perched atop her head, the belt she used to tie him up on the roof, that mysteriously disappeared, back once again slung low on her hips.

“Sorry for tackling you earlier. This should be the last time you find me breaking and entering this museum. Like I told you I don’t plan on making thievery my night job. I have plenty on my plate as it is. Hopefully, the next time we run into each other will be more enjoyable for the both of us. See you, Canary,” she told him, with a smile and wink. She gave him a small salute and extended her baton, carrying her through the skylight once more.

Nightwing hurried up to the rooftops, watching her effortlessly move across the rooftops with the grace of an acrobat.

He was so screwed.

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Marinette looked at Dick as he tried on the suit she made for him. She kneeled on the ground as she began pinning the hem line at the ankle, marking slight adjustments that needed to be made here and there. She took a step back and looked at her handiwork.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Absolutely amazing.”

“Perfect. I just need to make a few adjustments and it should be good to go unless there are any specific requests you want to make to be added to the suit?”

“Do you think you could embroider a little cat somewhere hidden? Maybe in green?” he asked, smiling at her. Marinette froze and looked at him. He knew. How? How the hell does he know? No that doesn’t make sense, he couldn’t only one person had seen her- Nope. Not following that train of thought. Not right now. She took a deep breath and smiled at him.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“That should be it.”

“Great. That shouldn’t take too long to do. I can have your suit ready on Friday if you want to arrange to pick it up or I can drop it off if you’d like.”

“I can swing around to grab it. I have nothing planned that day anyways.”

“Sounds good then. Thank you so much for stopping by for a fitting,” she told him, smiling. She busied herself putting a few odds and ends away while he changed out of the suit. Marinette held her hand out for a handshake to wish him goodbye, trying to remain professional. He grinned as he shook her hand.

“That’s a beautiful ring you have on.”

Oh he definitely knew.

“That’s the second time, you’ve commented on my accessories. Are you always this observant?” she asked cooly.

“Only when it comes to beautiful women such as yourself.”

Marinette felt herself blushed and cursed herself.

“Does that line work on all the ladies?”

“I don’t know. You tell me?”

Dammit why was he so handsome and smooth.

Marinette smiled at him and took the suit from him.

“I’ll guess you’ll never know then.”

“Oh?”

“See you on Friday, Dick.”

“See you on Friday, Marinette.”

Marinette closed the door behind him, before leaning back against it and slid down.

“He’s Nightwing. He has to be. Of course he is.”

“I don’t see what the big problem is, Pigtails,” Plagg replied, flying out to float in her face.

“He’s Nightwing. He wants to catch me. Because I stole from a museum, because you convinced me to. It doesn’t help that I had to break back in to return something that you stole. And now he knows who I am.”

“Like I said. I don’t see what’s the big deal. You obviously like him. I say go for it.”

“What part of I broke the law do you not understand?”

“Rules are made to be broken. I say you sneak back into the museum to get his attention again. Lead him on a game of cat and mouse. Maybe take a souvenir while you’re at it.”

“Plagg,” Marinette said, warning clear in her voice.

“Come on. You know you want to. Live a little. Who knows you probably won’t regret it,” Plagg replied, ignoring her tone.

“I hate that you’re right,” she groaned. Plagg simply cackled.

“Midnight as usually?”

“Yeah, Plagg. Midnight.”

“You know you’re going to have to take something for it to be worthwhile.”

“Really, Plagg?”

“I’m just saying.”

Marinette really hated how Plagg brought out the chaos in her sometimes.

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Nightwing dropped into the Gotham Museum for the third time that month, silently making his way to the main exhibition hall. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t mildly excited to see if it was Marinette once more. As he entered the hall, he found Marinette, already suited up, holding a necklace in her hand, as she grinned at him.

“Hey, Canary.”

“I thought you weren’t a thief?”

“I’m not.”

“Then why is that necklace out of its case?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would actually, the belt and ring as well,” Nightwing said, as he made his way towards her, as she idly twirled her baton.

“In my defense the ring was mine before I even moved to Gotham.”

“I’m not going to be able to convince you to give back am I?”

“I don’t know? Do you think the third time’s the charm?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

“Good luck,” she told him with a wink before, for the third time, escaping via skylight.

Nightwing looked over the rooftops trying to trace where she went. He moved over the rooftops in pursuit, losing sight of her before pausing, turning around to see if he could spot her. There. Dick spotted a flash of bright green duck beneath a chimney a few roofs over. He grinned as he gave chase. He continued in that direction for a few blacks before being knocked to the ground, finding himself being pinned down by Marinette once more.

He looked up at her, the long braid trailing down her back, hands pinning his wrists on either side of his head like the first time she had tackled him. Her face was flushed and he grinned up at her.

“Someone looks pleased with themselves. I thought I was the one who was supposed to do the catching?” he asked. She grinned leaning down slightly, reducing the already short distance between the two of them.

“Didn’t you know, Dick?” she whispered. “I’m the cat who caught the canary.”

“How’d you figure it out?”

“You asked for a cat embroidered in and noticed both the belt and the ring. It was clear that you knew who I was, and only one person has seen me as Lady Noire. Nightwing. 1+1= you,” she explained looking down at him.

God. Strong, beautiful, and clever. She’s perfect.

“Don’t worry,” she continued. “I won’t tell anyone. I know how important keeping your identity secret can be. Your secret’s safe with me, Canary.”

“And why should I trust you?” he asked. Marinette leaned back slightly.

“That’s up to you. Your move birdy.”

Dick broke her hold and quickly stood pinning her to a wall. He grinned as she blushed with the proximity.

“Maybe I’ll have to keep a closer eye on a certain thief.”

“I’m not a thief. The necklace is already back in it’s case,” she told him. Dick stared at her for a moment. She doubled back without his notice to return a stolen object. Holy-

“The belt?”

“Think of it as reacquiring it. Trust me. It’s better off in my hands.”

“Still stolen, making you a thief.”

“It should, technically, belong to me.”

“Oh? There is one more thing you’ve stolen?”

“And what is that?”

“My heart.”

She blushed, grinning up at him.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered.

“God yes,” he muttered before their lips met.

He released her hands as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, enjoying the feeling of her arms settling around his neck.

The two broke the kiss, blushing and grinning, staring at each other, continuing to hold each other in their arms. Marinette laughed as she pulled him in for another kiss. Dick had no problem with that. The two found themselves sitting with each other until the sun rose, indicating it was time to separate, for now. Dick stood, pulling Marinette up with him. He smiled down at her, and gave her one last kiss before the split ways.

“I’ll see you Friday?” Dick asked

“See you on Friday, Canary,” she replied, giving him a wink before leaving him to watch her traverse Gotham’s roofs.

The Canary was in love with the Cat.

#Is long #no beta this is war #dickinette #Civil war ~ Dick Justice #Plagg just causes problems #Maribat #literally 6000 words with no editting #I came to win #TEAM DICK FOR THE WIN #MGI Civil War

[mostribelle]

Bulletproof

You're Dean Winchesters teenage daughter who is trying to have a fun night out with some friends, but it never seems to go how its supposed to go...

Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Warnings: mention of alcohol

Words: 2604

The brunette swayed to the loud beat of the club as people passed by her. Tonight was her one night off from hunting and she was ecstatic. Her dad and uncle were back at the bunker, just having a relaxing night in with Castiel and her grandpa. Being seventeen and having a dad who does illegal things such as fake IDs was great. She could get into any club she wanted since she had the classic Winchester look. Now, of course, she hadn't told them she was headed here, or else her dad would for sure ground her for life. So she lied and said she was going over to Kallies house- which wasn't entirely a lie since she was there and they did get ready together. She never told them that's where she was staying. So as she ran her hand through her long hair, she felt a hand grip her waist and she turned to look over her shoulder and snickered when it was her friend's older brother.

Kallies older brother, Damon, was twenty-one and their DD for the night. He made sure not to let the girls out of his sight, or else his mom would kill him. Bailey turned around as she swung her hips side to side, "Thought you were supposed to be watching your little sister," she wouldn't lie. He was insanely attractive- but never did anything despite her friend saying it would cool to have her bestie and her brother together. Then again, Kallie was into cliches and all she read were books on Wattpad.

Damon grinned like a Cheshire cat as he lowered his hands so they rested on her hips. "-Well, if you paid any attention in the last fifteen minutes, you would have noticed that she is sitting down with one of her besties in the corner." He smirked at her crestfallen expression. The brunette paused her dancing to glance for her friend and when she spotted the girl snoring in the corner with one of Damons friends, she smacked the man's chest.

"You ass! I-I thought she actually found someone else here.." She tried to frown, but when he gripped her chin so she was forced to look up at him, she smiled shyly.

Damon's black hair shone purple as the lights changed and an older song came through the loudspeakers. He chuckled with a shake of his head. "Sorry baby, just thought to shake you up a little." He grinned when Everybody by the Backstreet Boys came on. The girl's eyes widened as the song came on and she immediately dragged the man out to the center of the dance floor. She started grinding her hips all over and tensed a little when he stepped closer so she ground on him. When he bent down to her ear, he whispered, "S'okay Bails... Just go with the flow of the music and if you feel uncomfortable, tell me alright?" He backed up a little when she nodded in understanding.

The music grew quieter she swore as he grabbed her softly. She would usually never be like this, but she blamed the alcohol that she had consumed. She was so into the music that she hadn't noticed her phone ringing in the dress pocket. Damon felt something buzz and when he looked down, he saw a light emitting from the small slit and he reached down to grab it. Panic rose in her chest and she tried to pull away but he gripped her tightly to his chest as people danced around them.

"Damon! W-what are you doing?" She turned around just in time to see him raise the phone to his ear and answer. He heard Dean on the other hand and inwardly cursed. The man held his finger up to silence her and that's when she noticed it was her phone and it was probably her dad. "Fuck!" She cried out and pulled him away through the crowd and into a dark hallway. With an extra push, she opened the exit door and they stood outside.

She watched Damon's facial expressions twitch every so often as if Dean was going off.

Damon nodded, "Sir she's fine. We are in the basement with a few other of my friends and hers-"

Silence until the man nodded again.

"Yes, do you want to talk to her?" He shot her a curious look to which she waved her hands as no. Her dad would know for sure she was drunk. She could never lie to her daddy. Before Damon could say she was busy, Dean immediately said yes. He shot her a knowing look. "Uh okay, she's right here-"

The phone was passed to her and she inwardly cried. This would not end well.

In a sickly sweet voice, "Hiya, daddy!" She winced at her loud voice. He either ignored it or already knew she was wasted.

"Hey baby girl, you busy at the moment? Damon seemed out of breath." Eyes wide, she slapped the man's arm and he cried out 'what did I do?'

"Ah, no way! You crazy old man-" she hiccuped and bit her lip quick after. "I'm totally fine. He just came down the stairs and you know him, outta shape." She joked lightly.

Dean sighed into the phone. He rubbed his eyes before glancing at his dad and brother. The three men in the room all shared a knowing glance. "Baby girl?" He received a small 'yeah' before responding, "Where are you really. I know you're drunk so tell me where you are." He heard her swear loudly which made him chuckle. He was pissed. But he knew she just wanted to have a little fun and he wouldn't be so harsh on her.

She mumbled her coordinates and heard Dean curse.

"You're at Lights?!" The girl winced at his loud tone but meekly answered him. She heard a voice in the background before he spoke again. "Look, just stay with Damon and Kallie... I'm on my way." He hung up and she felt terrible.

She not only lied to her dad but also went to the club where she had gone missing one time during a vampire case. Damon wrapped his arms around the crying girl, she just sobbed. Her makeup was smeared, her heels were off and she wore his jacket as they stood in the front of the club. It had been fifteen minutes since she heard from her father and now she was scared. Damon told her that Kallie was just with a few friends of hers and their boyfriends so she relaxed.

"I'm sure it'll be okay. He's just worried and it didn't help that you lied," he tried to joke but she was so deep in her thoughts she hadn't noticed. 

The girl heard a familiar rumble of Baby and she tensed up. Damon rubbed her arm soothingly as if it would help but she was so terrified of what her father would say. These were the times she wished her mother was still here. To calm down her dad when she did stupid teenage rebellion things. When the car came into view, she gently pushed away from Damon and walked to the edge of the curb. The door slammed shut and out walked her dad, she peeked into the car and saw her uncle in the passenger side with pursed lips. Bailey's bottom lip quivered when he neared her. She went to open her mouth to say how sorry she was but turned around to vomit. Damon backed up and frowned as she cried.

Dean rushed over and wrapped his arms around her but not before wrapping his flannel around her shivering body. The sobs wracked her frail body as she turned into her father's chest. Dean's harsh glare found the eldest Fritellie's eyes and mouthed to leave them. With one last glance, Damon walked back into the building and the door shut behind him. Dean's temper eased as he was left alone with Bailey. The young girl mumbled apologies to her father but he just shushed her and ran his hands through her hair.

Dean could see how the nightmares affected how she behaved. She had been withdrawn from her whole family since she was kidnapped. That was three months ago. Sam and John had just brushed it off as her being a rebellious teenager. Dads know best.

Slowly but surely, she grew tired and rested her cheek to his heart. Dean bent down a little at the knees to pick her up bridal style and carry her to Baby. Sam saw the pair come closer and he got out to open the door. Dean kissed her forehead before letting her down and onto the seat. She turned into the flannel and yawned before letting herself fall back asleep.

Shutting the door quietly, Dean turned to rub his face when Sam opened his mouth. "I think she should see someone, Dean. This- This was okay for the first week but now it's going on three months. Three, Dean." At his brother's words, the elder Winchester scoffed and kicked the dirt.

"Ya don't think I know that Sammy?! Of course, I do. I was there when she was found goddamnit," he sighed and placed his hands on his hips and pondered over the next move. "I'll talk to her in the morning about it. I ain't forcing her though. Maybe Cas can help her." He said the last part more for himself than Sams.

The pair stayed silent all the way back to the bunker.

Dean drove into the garage and parked Baby before getting out and picking up his baby girl. She groaned a little but nuzzled into him again. John was in the den with a cigarette and a bottle of beer when the door opened and he heard heavy footsteps. Dean walked by with Bailey in his arms and Sam turned into the room. The younger Winchester sibling sat down with a sigh and shook his head at his dad.

"She's not well. Dean says he sees it, but he hasn't done much to help her. Maybe I should just-"

John cut him off with a glare. "You will not be doing anything, boy. Bailey is your niece and his daughter. You know how your brother is. He will do something on his own terms. That's how he's always been." He grumbled into the beer. Sam huffed out in annoyance for his dad taking his side.

Inside Bailey's room, were polaroids of her and her friends hanging on the walls. A family picture hung above the teen's bed along with some tickets to concerts she had been to with her dad. Dean had taken off her shoes and threw them onto the ground as he tucked her under the covers. He grabbed her hand and sat on the edge of her bed, watching over her. He wished his mother was here to help him out. He knew his little girl felt lost without a mother figure in her life, but he also felt that if he did find someone, she'd think he was replacing her.

Dean loomed over her before placing a chaste kiss on her head and walking to the door. He closed the door softly, before walking to his own room. He would have gone back to the den and sat with his dad and brother but he was angry at Sam for telling him what he already knew.

Dean took off his clothes, climbed under the blankets, and closed his eyes.

His mind wandered to if he'd been a terrible dad lately, causing her to rebel and sneak off without his permission. Or lie straight to his face at your whereabouts. He never really believed in God until he met him, nor did he really ever pray. But he now silently asked the heavens what to do to help his little girl out.

Sleep caught Dean in its warm embrace and his dreams were plagued with what to do with Bailey.

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Sam stood by the counter with his earbuds in as he mixed his early morning post-run drink. John sat at the kitchen table across from Dean, both had coffee mugs in front of them- one laced with whiskey. The eldest Winchester kept his gaze on the newspaper, looking out for any new hunts or leads for one. The trio heard light footsteps come down from the hallway and towards them. Bailey entered the silent room and walked over to the coffee pot. Reaching up she grabbed her favorite mug- it was a family picture along with Cas.  She poured some creamer into the mug before the coffee.

John was the first to speak. "Have fun last night, baby doll? Sure seemed like it when we called you." Dean shot his dad a quick glare but just shook his head.

Bailey looked down into the mug with shame in her soft eyes. "I'm sorry pops. I-I have no idea what went through my head when I disobeyed you guys," she mumbled out and stirred her coffee before speaking quieter, "I'm up for any form of punishment."

At her words, Sam set down his smoothie and ripped out his earbuds. "Sweetheart, you do not deserve to be punished for being a teen." John shot his youngest son a confused glance, for last night he was up to damage. Sam must've noticed because he spoke again, "I felt different last night but I then realized that you're a teen. Hell, when your dad was your age he was ten times worse!" They all share a small laugh except Dean who rolls his eyes. Sam continues with a softer tone, "I- We all know how hard it's been since the incident... You're only seventeen, baby girl. We are worried about you." When he finished, Dean released a sigh and scooted his chair back so Bailey could sit with him. The girl plopped herself down onto her father's lap and sipped her coffee before setting it down.

Dean wrapped one arm around her waist and began to speak, "Even though we were very upset last night, not for the reason you were there, but the fact that you lied straight to my face. I know how it is baby, you're young. You've never done that before, not that I know of," he muttered the last part soliciting a laugh from Bailey.

"Let me cut this shit short- we are all worried as hell about you baby doll. You're our everything. Our main goal in this short life is to make sure you live it to the fullest. You can't do that if you're dead at the bottom of a ditch." John was straight to the point, and it scared Bailey. She had never seen her pops this serious. The brunette reached her hand out to wrap it around his own.

John squeezed it with a tightlipped smile.

"You should see someone baby girl. I know it will suck at first, but if you won't talk to us or your friends about it, it will never go away. Trust me. It haunts you forever. Please baby, for me?" Dean spoke sadly and watched as his little girl nodded before a tear slipped down her cheek.

The girl continuously nodded, which made her dad wrap his hands around her tighter. He kept mumbling "I love you" into her ear, resulting in her sobbing into her father's shirt.

#dean x daughter!reader #deanwinchesterimagines #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #john winchester #alcohol #supernatural #deanwinchester #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanworks #dean Winchester x female reader

[lightspeed-lightspeed-lightspeed]

How did it happen?

(Bucky barnes x Female reader)

A/n:  (Tw: cat. If you don't like cats gtfo of here) Although it is narrated in third person, the narration gravitates more around Bucky's pov (sorta). This is gonna be quite lousy so have fun, I guess.. If you can.

"How did this happen?" he whisper-sighed. "How? When?" He asked himself as he was staring into the distance, absent-mindedly stroking the white ball of fur curled up on his lap. Alpine let out a soft meow as if answering his soliloquies.

But for real though, how did he fall for you? The last he checked, you both were calling each other names out of contempt. Y/n y/l/n was simply insufferable, he always thought. Where did your acts of annoyance start blooming into everything he now yearns for?

As much as he would like to hide behind the idea that these sudden, irrational feelings hold no reason and meaning- how could he? How could he hide from what he knows? from what he realized? He could lie to himself all he wants- Hell, he had been lying to himself all this time, ignoring the wisps of light that marked the warnings through the pavements of this path he was sauntering down. He was walking into love and he refused to know it.

He wondered how different things would be now if he hadn't screwed up in your last mission and got you demoted to the archive library duty. Of course, jeopardizing a high stakes mission by starting a quarrel during field action is a grave mistake, but still Fury was being a little too extreme by suspending Y/n off the field for a month. Bucky didn't really believe that any of it was his fault, according to him it was you who were being your impossible self on the field that day. But he did feel sort of bad for you now. Maybe what Bucky shouldn't have done, was to try and make it up to you by spending time with you in that desolate library. Truth be told, it was partly an excuse for wanting to be around you.

There he was again, his thoughts lingering around you. Recounting the events of day before yesterday.

(  The  day  before  yesterday  )

"Did you find it?," Bucky's voice echoed through the aisles as he walked towards the base of the ladder you were perched on looking for an old file Bucky needed for his mission. "Not just yet," you mused.

The archives library was completely empty except for the two of you. The sound of his boots against the spotless vinyl flooring filled the room as he was pacing back and forth. Clack-tap,  Clack-tap,  Clack-tap,  Clack-tap.  He found the rhythm weirdly gratifying. And he could see you didn't. If something could get you to lose your cool, what's not to love?

"Quit pacing," you sighed, slightly annoyed. He started to stomp on even louder. Clack-tap, Clack-TAP, CLACK-TAP,CLACK-TAP,CLACK-TAP.  Your breathing quivered with exasperation, as your shoulders hunched and fell in gliding motions. Just as gratifying, he thought looking at it.

"Quit pacing, Goddamnit!" You practically growled.

"No." He said, scrunching up a smile fighting it's way on his face. "What are you? obsessed? Mind your business," he shot smugly.

"You're making it really hard for me to, you moron," You muttered as he broke out into a grin. Annoying you practically counted as top-tier entertainment for him.

~

"C'mon man, do something," You cried.

"Do what?"

"Search for those godforsaken files, maybe. I honestly-"

"I am searching,"

"No, you're not." You huffed.

"I am, and I'm beginning to think the files are not in he-"

"Shhh" you cut him off. He shot you a questioning look.

"Don't you hear it?" you whisper-hissed.

"Hear what?" he asked as he reached for his weapons, falling into a defensive posture.

"There's somebody else in he-" before you could complete the sentence, you were screaming and everything was collapsing as you fell off the ladder yanking the racks down along with you, a daunting cacophony of heavy crashes and clamours deafening as you and Bucky were whipped by gravity, with absolutely no idea what is happening for a solid couple of moments.

"What the fuck just happened?" Bucky asked as he looked around, his pale blue eyes wide and gleaming with absolute confusion. The racks were all fallen, everything loosely covered with the papers lying around. The room had become a little darker. "I- um.." You started, "I... It was a cat.." you said frantically as you were still trying to shake yourself from the shock. "It was a what?" he asked incredulously. "A cat! I mean, It sort of jumped at my face, and I.. It sneaked up behind the rack... and I jumped and everything fell.. I guess..." You cringed at yourself. Bucky winced and looked around again and that's when he realized. You both were cornered against the inner edge of the wall. The racks had fallen in front of you into perfect forts, blocking your way out. He was practically stuffed against you into a crooked modicum of space. Your back was pressed against his chest, his leg pitted against yours. There wasn't a lot he could've done about that. He was trapped in there with you. But most importantly, he had never been this close to you.

His heart did parkours and cartwheels. He could only hope you don't feel how hard it was beating. Where were all these butterflies coming from? His breath hitched, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore, although it was the last concern on his dumb-foundedly racing mind. He could feel the softness of your hair against his neck, he'd be lying if he said that wasn't the softest, gentlest thing he has felt in about the past seven decades. It smelled like an orchard of flowers. He liked flowers. Although he couldn't tell what flower it smelled like, he knew it would've been his favourite flower. It calmed him down, that was, of course until his eyes looked down. He could see the stretch of your dangerously gorgeous collar bones sparkling in your sweat above your dress's boat-like neckline. His atheism breaking at the sight of that sculpted divinity, he couldn't help but pray, "God give me all the strength you can to keep me from kissing that work of art." The quantum leaps between the intervals of his heartbeats weren't helping either. Oh, at this moment, what he wouldn't give up to be the brittle golden necklace cascading from the graceful steeps and lows of your neck to the flesh over your heart. He held back not of strength, but because of fear.

As he was trying to fathom where all these thoughts were coming from, he was interrupted by you glazing your body against his body as you were striving to reach for a way out of the current situation. The way you groaned softly as you tried to reach for the other side of the rack-fort did things to him that he never would have expected. He was practically petrified. You gave up after a few moments, your head falling back against his ribs due to the impact. "Oof," he said his breath tickling your neck, cooling the sweat enough to send chills down your spine. "I'm sorry," you quivered in embarrassment. "So... there's no way out unless someone helps us out from the outside," you reported. He sighed in reply. He was way too nervous right now to speak in words.

~

"Are you claustrophobic or something?" you asked.

"What?"

"No, your heart has been racing real loud for quite some time now."

"I.. um.. small spaces do that to me,"

"Huh" you huffed.

You felt the coolness of his metal arm against the heated skin below the back of your neck, it was very soothing. He had laid the forearm carefully at a distance from you, and you couldn't help but wish he would wrap it around you. You could feel the vibrations of his vocal cord against your ear lobe as he talked. You were glad he couldn't see your face flushing at that.

Eventually he was able to relax, his heart slowing down. Although the situation was still quite awkward, he was not sure if he was complaining. That's when he heard footsteps. Someone was coming to their rescue. The footsteps grew louder, and there he was.

"Noah!" You exclaimed as he stood in front of you on the other side of the rack-fort. "Y/n! What's.. going on?" Noah asked as he looked at the mess. "Ah, we're trapped. Can you help us out of here?"

~~~

"Thank you," you smiled as he got them out of there with the help of the floor service. "How did you find us here?"

"We had a date, remember? You didn't show up so I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Oh my god, yes we did. All this happened and It totally slipped my mind. Thank god, we did though," you chuckled, looking around,    "Hey Barnes, This is Noah, he works in the communications department,"

"Hey, man" Noah greeted. Bucky gave him a half-nod and a mean look.

~

"You know, it's not exactly late. If you are up to it, we could still go grab some dinner," Noah said, giving you this innocent look that Bucky, for some reason, found revolting.

"Yeah? of course," You were all smiles.

Since when does y/n smile like that? What did she see in this guy? He doesn't even know the guy, so why does he hate him so much? He felt displeased with himself for staring at you and Noah, like, why did he even care now? Bucky had so many questions. The answer was walking out of the hall with somebody else, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was standing there in the once again empty library, lost in the middle of the bustling race track of his thoughts. That was when he felt something tugging at his legs, pulling him out of the maze he was being consumed by. He looked down at his little rescuer with fur as white as snow. "Hello there," He called, gentleness taking over his voice as he squatted down to pet the little cat that was rubbing its ears on his shoe straps. "Where did you come from, doll?" he giggled, scratching it's chin.

~ ( Today ) ~

"You were a no-show at the debriefing. Where were you yesterday?" You asked as you plopped down on the couch in the kitchen Island, your arm resting on the back pillow, turning your head back and looking at Bucky toying with the cutlery on the counter. "I.. was in my room," he said pushing back a stray lock of hair. "Coffee?"  "Yeah," you muttered.

As you turned your head you saw a little white cat hopping onto your lap.

"I found her in the library, you know, the other day.. after you left. Guess I'm her owner now, kind of," he said as he handed you the coffee.

"Aww, he made a friend!" You giggled as you scratched the back of the cat's ears. "Hello! Do you like that, you little troublemaker?" you chuckled as the cat warmed up to you with it's eyes closed.

Bucky was blushing like an idiot. You were not gonna lie, that shade of red made him look a little too cute.

"Has she got a name?"

"Yeah well, I named her Alpine. It's a good name, right?"

"Alpine!" you grinned, "It's a lovely name."

~~

"What?" He asked, as you gave him a surprised look after sipping your coffee.

"The coffee is actually good," You said.

"Why, you didn't think I could make good coffee?"

"No, in all these three years, you've brought me coffee like 4 times, 3 out of which you put salt in my coffee and the one time you messed up the sugar real bad. On purpose, I suppose," you accused.

"To be fair, you deserved it,"

"Ah, there it is," you said.

Bucky couldn't help but stare at you. Here he was, sitting on the couch beside you, getting high of sorts on how close he was to you. He had been craving for it ever since the archive library. He locked himself in his room all yesterday, convincing himself that what he felt towards you wasn't real, although it only made more sense despite his inability to believe it. And here you were now, recklessly playing with his heartstrings. The image of a rogue strand of your hair caressing your temple, and your eyes becoming a softer shade of (y/e/c) as the sunlight fell on them vaporized the levee he built around the feelings he never thought would see the light of day again.

As if breaking him out of his trance, you said, "Ah, I'd love to hang around with you guys, but I gotta go. I said I'll be meeting Noah in a couple minutes."

"Right," he could feel his heart dropping for a second.

"Alright then... bye!" You called, and walked out of the room, as he watched your hair swaying to your stride.

And here he was, on the couch, wondering about what just happened. Alpine half asleep on his lap as he unconsciously whispered, "How did this happen?"

~~~~

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[asscandles]

Hey thanks for clarifying before now can I have some friendship(maybe secret crush)headcanons for Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Toko with a friend(reader) thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, they are just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid they are. So basically a giant cuddly dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like they(reader)just run up to them saying they want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but they look so happy. gender neutral.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏɴɢ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ! ʙᴜᴛ, ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ!

ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ 3:26 ᴀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋᴀʟꜰꜰᴅᴊᴋꜰᴀʟ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

Peko Pekoyama

“I--What are you doing?”

You stand on the counter, arms extended straight out at your sides. You continue staring ahead with an expressionless face. “I see no god up here… other than me!”

Peko sighs, and you immediately look down at her with round eyes. “Oh, but you’ll always be my queen, Peko! I want you by my side forever!”

Since Peko is always wielding/cleaning her sword, you carry around pastel-colored bandaids and a small first-aid kit in your backpack.

You’re usually by her side, so your absence is always noticed quickly, if not immediately.

You once fell asleep somewhere you shouldn’t have, leaving Peko to ravage the island, searching every nook and cranny until she finally found you curled up in a corner of the airport. All she could do was sigh and crack a tiny, relieved smile. She transfers her sword to her hands before easing you onto her back. Her heart swells when you mumble something and wrap your arms around her neck. All the way back to your cottage, she chides you quietly.

“It’s not safe to be so vulnerable out here. If you’re going to fall asleep out here, do it while I’m with you. Then, you can sleep as soundly as you want.”

M A T C H I N G  B R A C E L E T S

You excitedly gave Peko a card to celebrate the anniversary of your friendship. Peko snorted upon seeing that all of the drawings inside were either stick figures or poorly colored. But you just looked so happy… she couldn’t even bring herself to tease you about it.

You both refuse to speak of this, but one night, Peko woke up to the flickering of a faint light and feverish whispering. She had switched into attack mode in a fraction of a second, only to stop dead in her tracks. You had been standing in the middle of the room, doing the renegade by the light of your phone. You froze upon her reaction. Both of you sat there, staring at each other for a solid twelve seconds. You then proceeded to finish the dance, looking her dead in the eye. Peko may have be tired, but she’d be damned if she let you do it alone. So, she does it while standing on her bed, but clearly lacking energy and motivation.

Ambushing Peko with affection is not uncommon for you. It happens rather often, you clinging to her waist and pleading with her, “Hey, tell me that story again! You know, the one where Fuyuhiko was being held captive and you swooped in with your sword and saved the day!”

When you found out that Peko loved fluffy things, you were ecstatic. You bundled her into your cottage immediately, showing off a small collection of stuffed animals that you had managed to cram into your backpack before your arrival at the island.

Peko selects a white cat plushie as her favorite. From that point on, it is your child. No arguments.

You tend to get lost, so Peko sarcastically suggested tying a balloon to your wrist so that you would be easier to find. But, you totally caught her off guard when your eyes began to sparkle and you shouted, “Can I pick the color?” When she doesn’t answer immediately, you grab her hands and hold them close to your own chest endearingly. “Pretty please? With marshmallows and cookie crumble and whipped cream and sprinkles on top?” Peko obliges. When the balloon is finally secured around your wrist, you are absolutely fascinated by it.

You often fawn over Peko’s skills; but when you do, you use interjections and sound effects because you aren’t able to convey your excitement with just words.

Okay, but she’s actually worried about you lmao

“You have… a lot of mosquito bites. What happened?”

“What? They’re not bites! They were giving me kisses, silly!”

You’ve tried multiple times to surprise her with tickle attacks, but they never work. The only time it went according to plan, you managed to get your hands on her for exactly 0.7 seconds before she turned the tables on you.

Platonic dates? Platonic dates.

You’ve 100% made her flower crowns whose petals match the color of her eyes. 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

“So… I saw some sour candy in the supermarket. If you lend me the money, I’ll give you half of the rocks I found.” :)

“Considering the fact that you get an adrenaline rush from successfully flipping a pancake, a single piece would kill you immediately.”

Everyone who discovers you two are friends is immediately suspicious. When I say suspicious, I mean, “(Reader), whatever blackmail he’s holding over your head, you don’t have to be scared. We can take care of this together.”

But after witnessing a few of your interactions, they learn of one irrefutable fact.

The embodiment of rage and vulgarity bottled up in human skin does indeed have a weakness.

And that weakness is you.

It didn’t take long for Fuyuhiko to become aware of your appreciation for stickers and your tender heart. That being said, when you’re upset, he won’t object too severely when you request to smooth stickers all over him. He would prefer to keep this interaction private, but if someone does happen to catch him with giraffe stickers on his cheeks and rainbows on his jacket, then he’s going to wear them proudly, goddamnit.

And if anyone has anything rude to say about it, then I hope they can speak sign language, because all they’ll be seeing is hands.

You’re aware of his insecurities, and you can understand why he feels the way that he does. But that’s where you come in. You always seem to approach him at the right moments. 

By now, you’ve figured out that he doesn’t always need words to reassure him. It’s enough if you’re just there, ready with open arms and a glass of water. Fuyuhiko doesn’t cry often. But when he does, he ends up dehydrated more often than not.

Let’s be honest. After Fuyuhiko lost his eye, his depth perception was most likely shit. You were always at his side, one hand on his arm as you gently guided him from room to room. You watched over him.

Accidentally knocking over a drink? You were ready to wipe it up. Searching for something he lost? You were there, helping him look. Tripping or bumping into things? You were there with a first aid kit to patch him up.

You try to match his level of sass, but you’re highkey too nervous to swear and you usually stutter the last word of whatever witty comeback you manage to come up with. Fuyuhiko secretly thinks it’s adorable, and he doesn’t want you to lose that part of yourself. That’s why he always defends you when it comes to verbal beatdowns.

You once drew a face on an egg, and when Fuyuhiko questioned you about it, the only thing you could offer was a deadpan “our son.”

“What the hell--that’s an egg.”

“No! His name is Linguini and he’s our child!”

Fuyuhiko is exhausted bro.

You’ve approached him countless times, eyes glowing with awe and insisting that you need to show him something really cool. It’s usually just a rock or a piece of glass, though. He always has the urge to poke fun at you for it, but it fizzles away when he sees how utterly bewitched you are with your find.

One time, he had walked into the room to see you standing on the arms of an office swivel chair, knees bent and arms extended as you fought to maintain your balance. You seemed to be fairly steady.

Still, that didn’t prevent him from nearly falling into cardiac arrest on the spot.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

It had startled you, and the chair rolled out from underneath you. Fuyuhiko rushed to catch you. You both tumbled to the floor in a knot of limbs, lying there in varying degrees of pain. You were laughing. Fuyuhiko was absolutely most fucking not.

“Thanks for breaking my fall!” You had chirped, gesturing to the arm lodged under the small of your back to protect it.

“You little--” Fuyuhiko’s voice had been strained, but his tight-lipped grimace dissolved into a sigh at the sight of your smile. He disentangled himself from you and pressed the pad of his index finger into your forehead. Your lips formed a small “o” shape, your eyes crossing to try to keep track of his finger. “You need to be more careful from now on. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“But, you’ll still patch me up afterward, right?” You poked his forehead back.

He huffed and pulled away from you. “To the best of my ability. But don’t push it.”

Toko Fukawa

Initially, the only reason that Toko set aside her natural distrust and suspicion of people in order to befriend you was because she thought that you were simply too innocent and simple-minded to ever think badly of a friend.

She thought that having such a sweetheart glued to her side would disperse her dubious reputation and make her seem less suspicious during class trials.

Yep… That’s the only reason she keeps you around...

Not because of the way her heart feels all fuzzy when you embrace her… Or because of how your eyes sparkle whenever she offers to let you read one of her new works… Or because of how relaxed she feels when you weave her hair into intricate braids…

Not at all…

Hahahashutuphahaha…

She often scolds you for being such a pushover when people disrespect you, but she means well. You insist that it doesn’t bother you, but she’s an expert on human emotion. She is a writer, after all. She knows that it haunts your thoughts for a while afterward, and she hates seeing you like that.

You’ve noticed that Toko bites her nails when she’s stressed, so you’ve decided to combat her habit by applying nail polish to her nails. That way, you figure, the taste of the nail polish will deter her from tearing at them with her teeth. She also has the option of picking off the nail polish, which is probably less harmful than chewing on them.

You also kinda sorta... believe that video game cheat codes work in real life, so you’re often moving around and jumping, shouting the combinations as you go.

“Right! Right! Left! Up! Left! Down! Right! X! Y! Now, confess your sins!” You command during a class trial, pointing vaguely toward the accused. Toko just quietly shushes you, dark circles rimming her eyes as she pats your head.

You’ve adopted the habit of narrating the things you do, like whispering “wiggle, wiggle, wiggle” when sliding your feet into your shoes and “shimmy, shimmy, shimmy” when slipping your charm bracelet past your hand onto your wrist. Coincidentally, Toko has also subconsciously started doing the same thing, and she cannot think of anything more irritating.

She once jokingly told you to stop being so dependent on her. You promptly flushed scarlet and snatched the box she had been carrying out of her hands, insisting that you were more than capable of taking it to storage yourself. You had marched indignantly out of the room and headed left, only for Toko to call out, “Uh, storage is the other way.”

You reappeared a moment later, now stomping in the opposite direction. “I knew that!” You huffed.

You’re aware of Genocide Jack, but you aren’t afraid. You whole-heartedly trust that your friendship is enough to outmatch Genocide Jack’s bloodlust, as naive as it may be. Your only response to Toko’s confession of having a split personality is to gift her a cherry-flavored lip balm with a bright smile. At first, Toko is confused. You explain that whenever Genocide Jack makes an appearance, their tongue is always lolling out of their mouth. You’re concerned that their lips will get dried out, and you want to do your best to prevent it.

Did Toko’s heart just burst? Maybe.

Toko shares her romance novels with you, but only the ones without sexual interactions. She believes that you’re far too pure for those. Plus, she would really not rather answer your questions about anything of that nature.

Toko is determined to preserve your purity. She’s very protective whenever someone shows the slightest bit of sexual or romantic interest in you, and has even referred to you as her baby before.

Whenever Toko gets insecure or anxious and covers her face with her hands, you gently remove them from her face with a soft giggle of “Peekaboo!” Toko doesn’t fight you as you carefully pull her into your arms and rest her head against your chest. In fact, she finds herself surprisingly close to tears when you inquire, “Hey, you want to hear a lullaby? I can’t remember who sang it to me first, but it always helps me calm down. So, I want to share it with you!”

There will be times when Toko is too busy writing stories to pay you any attention. But no matter! After a moment of consideration, you have an idea. You gather blankets and pillows and settle onto the floor beside Toko’s seat. Your arms loop themselves around her leg, and your head finds its way onto her thigh. It isn’t long before you doze off, Toko watching you in silent shock, face rosy with bashfulness and eyes wide.

Toko is very adamant about covering up her legs due to both the tally marks scored across her skin and the quote-on-quote “sturdiness” of her thighs. You, however, have an entirely different outlook. You reason, “the bigger your thighs, the more snacks you can hide under them!” 

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #toko fukawa #danganronpa toko #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fuyuhiko #danganronpa fukawa #danganronpa peko #peko pekoyama #toko fuwaka #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko headcanons #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader

[gumnut-logic]

Air

This is pure fluff. Marks & Wings AU. After writing Callisto all weekend, I needed some self indulgence (well, there was plenty of that in Callisto as well, but that was all planned :D). I needed to fly free for a little while. So I did, with Scotty :D

Thank you to @scribbles97​ @janetm74​ @tsarinatorment​ and @godsliltippy​ for both reading and encouragement :D It has been a lovely few hours to end my weekend. Thank you ::hugs::

I hope you enjoy this, I certainly did :D

-o-o-o-

The air was brisk and startlingly cold on his face, but he revelled in it nonetheless.

It was late afternoon on a lazy day on Tracy Island. Lazy because Virgil had thrown a fit and demanded IR be shut down for twenty-four hours.

Alan was in bed with a broken arm sleeping off a rescue from hell the day before. Gordon wasn’t much better with his back, having over done it pulling Virgil out of sinking ship. Virgil himself had enough bruises to transform him into a groaning hulk of a man no-one wanted to go near. Even Johnny had been yanked from orbit to help corral the three injured operatives.

Not that Scott didn’t have other reasons for grounding his space brother. The man didn’t know what the word ‘stop’ meant after all.

This, of course, caused a rebellious backlash from said brother and Grandma had stepped in, banning both of them from any Tracy Industries work as well.

Scott had literally been sent to his room.

But his room was a boring place. He didn’t want to sleep and the thought of sitting by himself and staring at the holoprojector was just depressing.

He wanted out.

It wasn’t long before he had drifted onto the residential balcony and, with a single word to Eos, lifted his silver-grey wings and leapt into the air.

The air was his comfort zone, his escape, his reassurance. It flowed over his body and his wings in predictable patterns. Bare chested, he could feel its caress as it supported him.

Far below the ocean stretched out before him, the afternoon sun an angled glare scattering sparkles on the blue, not unlike the blue on his wings.

He folded them and dove directly down, revelling in the exhilarating speed. Moments before he would hit the water surface, he edged his wings open again, catching just enough lift to shift his angle, enabling him to spread to his full width and swoop with an eager whoop over the waves.

This close the water blurred into solid blue reflecting the sky above him. His shadowed reflection blurred with it.

A single stoke and he was climbing again, wing muscles grabbing at the air, pulling him higher, high enough to tip sideways and dive again, this time in an arc that saw him closer to the water than before.

Another swoop and he was hollering at the sky.

Stroke after stroke he climbed higher and the air grew that touch colder, chilling his skin even more. He gained enough momentum to stop and hold in the air, wings still, for just that split second before he let himself flip and dive again.

This time he curled one wing and set himself spinning before pulling both wings in tight and spiralling faster and faster, daring the ocean to reach up and slap him out of the sky.

But he was Scott Tracy.

He played the currents as if they were his own and just as if he was in his ‘bird, the fastest aircraft on this planet, he manoeuvred at the last moment and was once again skimming across the surface of the water.

A sudden shadow passed over him and a familiar voice danced on the wind. “If you caught us doing that, we’d be dead.”

Despite the words, Scott let out a laugh and arched back on his flight path, flipping himself upside down and over his younger brother and his gliding span of black feathers.

“Show off.”

Scott grinned like a madman. He’d shown Virgil a lot of his tricks, but not this one and he had no intention of sharing any time soon.

It was far too amusing to watch his expression every time Scott caught him with it.

Virgil was calmly gliding a decent height above the water, just keeping pace with Scott. He was as bare chested as his eldest brother and yesterday’s bruises were well on show. It was sobering, but Scott was happy to see him nonetheless. It had been some time since they had last just flown together.

And as always, it was very fast becoming the usual, almost an echo of their flying styles in the Thunderbirds. Virgil calmly gliding through the sky stroke after long stroke while Scott darted about him, faster and a little too eager to be out with his brother.

The air regressed Scott in age. It gave him freedom.

It was home.

And he was happy to have his brother as a guest to entertain.

Just to stir him a little more, Scott threw himself into a curve that encircled his brother at a safe but still daring distance.

“You tangle with my feathers, and I’ll kick your ass.” But it was said with amusement and Scott didn’t miss the smirk on Virgil’s face. His brother trusted him, otherwise he wouldn’t be out here.

A smile on his face, Scott broke off in an arc and turn to the east, wings climbing fast. He didn’t look back.

He knew Virgil would follow him.

It was a law of physics he was ever so grateful for.

But then a shadow suddenly over took him and Virgil was climbing faster than Scott.

And snickering.

Now that broke the laws of physics.

He couldn’t let a younger brother beat him at his own game, could he?

He threw more energy into his climb. Virgil’s greater wingspan could claw more air and his brother physically had more strength, so much like his ‘bird it was damned scary. So technically, Virgil could outpace Scott on a vertical climb.

But that was if Scott kept to the rules.

Which he didn’t and since he was high enough to do what he wanted, he did exactly that and flipped himself backwards into another plummeting dive.

Air rushed past his ears and he let out another yell as he played dodge with the planet.

Of course, his big brother radar was running the entire time, keeping an eye on exactly where Virgil was. His little brother was strong in the air, but far from as agile as Scott was and with that bruising likely not at his best anyway.

 The squawk of protest as Scott dropped away, was proof enough of that.

A tiny flash of guilt at teasing his brother flickered through Scott’s mind, but he dismissed it. Virgil knew what to expect and he also knew Scott was out here to have fun.

To let loose and shake the dull off his feathers.

As Scott swooped into a glide, Virgil broke from his plummet towards the ocean, his huge wings spreading to their full span quite impressively and braking mid-air. A stubborn flap, a glare shot in Scott’s direction and he eased into a simple dive that brought him alongside.

“You won’t give an inch, will you?”

“Do you expect me to?” Scott grinned at his brother.

A grunt was all he received for that. Virgil wouldn’t expect him to be anything other than his best. Certainly not out here.

Wouldn’t stop him from grumbling about it though.

“C’mon, Virg, fly with me.” He smiled at his brother, just happy to have him out here with him.

A flicker of a smile in return that lit up those dark eyes.

Scott’s smile became a grin and he banked, shifting the wind currents around him enough to turn back towards the sun.

Virgil followed, his turn not as sharp but as equally as graceful.

For a while they just flew together, Scott leading, Virgil following his every move, calmly and quietly. Scott didn’t push it. There was consideration for Virgil, but honestly, it was comforting for him as well to just rest on the wind.

Sometimes he wished he could sleep in the air. It was so relaxing.

The sun began to dip towards the horizon eventually and Scott knew his freedom was coming towards an end.

He rebelled at the thought. He just wanted to stay out here forever.

Virgil had moved a little closer, their wings almost touching. A glance in his direction and his brother pointed down towards the ocean.

A frown and Scott looked down just as an orca breached the surface and flung itself into the air at a considerable velocity before arching backwards and hitting the water with a huge splash.

Scott didn’t need his brother’s empathic connection to know that was no ordinary whale.

“He’s supposed to be resting.”

“So are you.” A different but ever so familiar voice answered him as a pair of artificial wings swooped in to join them.

John’s span made just that slightly different sound to natural feathers that set them apart from the rest of their brothers’, but Scott was determined to not let it affect him.

The Hood had taken far too much from them already.

John levelled off on the other side of Scott from Virgil and it felt ever so right to have a brother either side.

Virgil had slowed their progress, likely for the eager orca below, but Scott didn’t mind.

There was only one missing…

As if he had some kind of telepathic link with is youngest brother, Alan suddenly swooped over the top of all of them, dipping into a glide just below them.

Probably in an attempt to hide the arm he had strapped up. “Alan! What the hell are you doing out here? You have a broken arm.”

“Arm, not wing! I am quite capable of flying, Scott. Besides, you’ve been flying with Virg for hours and he has a bruised rib.”

“What?!” He glared at the engineer. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why the hell are you out here?”

“Goddamnit, Alan!”

“How did he know and I didn’t?”

“Because he doesn’t mind his own business.” The glare sent Alan’s way promised so many words in the teenager’s future Scott might have to intervene. “I’m okay, Scott. I promise. Spending this afternoon out here with you was worth it anyway.” Virgil looked over at the sunset. “It has been so long since we’ve done something like this.”

As if in emphasis, their brother orca exhaled in a fountain of water below.

Scott glanced over at John to find his brother staring at the sunset just as much as Virgil.

Below them Alan’s golden wings shone even more gold in that light and Scott had to admit it was just nice to have all his brothers out here with him.

Out in his element.

Out where he was free of everything…except perhaps the antics of a rapscallion brother or four.

But he could live with that.

The air was cool against his face as it lit up gold with the setting sun, but he had four brothers with him and that was enough to keep him warm.

-o-o-o-

FIN

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #marks and wings #Wing!fic

[ichayalovesyou]

Why Does God Need A Starship? (Live Reaction):

I always thought Sybok was cool and interesting and NOW I’m sure! You know it’s times like these that I’m grateful I kinda came back into the Star Trek fandom on my own, because I don’t have to deal with Opinions of older/louder Trekkies. This one kinda has a lukewarm reputation but I’m getting the vibe that I’ll genuinely enjoy it.

Yet again Bones is serving up some LOOKS damn! Look at these elder gays! Spock has rocket boots, amazing. “Because it’s there” and then falling off the goddamn mountain is such a James Tiberius Kirk thing to do 😂 “HI BONES!” These guys omfg. OH MY GOD SO WE DO SEE CAITIANS OUTSIDE THE CARTOONS?? Hell yeah! Also pole dancing to no music, is... weird. Lmao. Also okay I’m sorry Sybok is cool! Sybok is cool and interesting and I really like him! (Not morally obviously dude is shady as all fuck, but a cool dude nontheless!) Always fascinated by Cult Leader type villains, especially when they point out valid criticisms about the society from which they came (important distinction is that the CAUSE is not vilified, but the person and their means, something M****l has largely forgotten)

Awww I may ship Hikura, but Uhura & Scotty are also cute as hell!! Awwwwwww!!!! Old married couples can be so freaking cute. Chekov & Sulu are LOST ohhhh my god this is hilarious, these two idiots. Also can we talk about how Koenig’s eyebrows are slowly gaining sentience and Takei aged like fine wine? Lol. THE HOLY TRINITY OF ELDER GAYS ARE CAMPINGGGG! I’m- oh my god they’re so cute. “Marshmelon” this is cute as hell oh my god. They’re indulging and messing with Spock at the same time I’m dead! They’re singing ohh my god this gonna give me cavities with how sweet it is!!!

This Klingon dude is frickin ROCKING the eyeliner! Bruhhhh was the frickin spotlight necessary! Leave the gays alone SHHHH they’re SLEEPING!! Lmao. Yo I’ll be real this movie starts incredibly slowly but I seriously do not mind, it’s relaxing to not have to worry about missing important details if you look away for a second, it’s nice. WAIT? Does Jim’s shirt say GOT MILK?!!? Oh no, it says go climb a rock, oh thank god [“fatty milkers” flashbacks]

Seriously McCoy is just radiating so much old southern lady/gay energy in this movie and I love it so freaking much “if you ask me (and you haven’t) this is a horrible idea” he sounds like my North Carolina living Meemaw. Wow you can see Spock low-key taking psychic damage from seeing Sybok 😲 V’tosh Ka’tur of the highest order huh? Still disturbing that his government literally cast him out, that’s a red flag 😬. What happened with Sybok is probably a lot of why Spock was pressured to be as Vulcan as he was, I’m sure Sybok was a massive scandal/shame for Sarek, and knowing him, he’d end up making that his kids’ problem not his 🙄

Oh neat!! Chekov is in the in the captain’s chair. Oh this is the song they replaced Nichols’s voice for 😤 but also GIRL THAT WAS BADASS AND THAT SONG WAS A BOP! Quick question, wow these “alien” horses are somehow even worse than the unicorn dog (also it’s a desert planet, wouldn’t it be better to have, like, alien camels or something?) This dude’s Klingon is freakin impeccable btw! He’s really got the vibe down! Jim did you forget how fuckin bananas strong Vulcans are??? Sybok went like 😡☹️ when Spock pointed that laser rifle at him 😂😂😂 again even tho I know Scotty and Uhura are married but it’s scenes like getting held hostage right there where they radiate such POWER COUPLE energy GAWD! 🤩

Stay out of this Bones we’re having a lover’s quarrel! Jim is taking fucking psychic damage from this entire conversation lol. Okayyyy whatever Sybok is doing is definitely some kind of mind control type thing, that shit is creepy af no thank youuuuuu (spores anyone?). Oh my god Spock & Jim are so married lmao, that “I’m sorry” Vulcan kiss in the brig man Aw. (Oh man Magic’s of mega-tsu got devani mixed by that comment lame!) SCOTTYYYYYY!! YAS!

Yay rocket boot glomp! Lmfao! Sybok needs to brush up on his earth history Columbus did NOT figure out the world is round 🙄 Ah Scotty being like “listen, you’re not okay rn so I’m not really down for whatever you think you wanna do right now it can wait until you’re right in the head again” and they could’ve not done that and it would’ve been creepy (especially by today’s standards) but they didn’t! And that was awesome!

Bones being skeptical and has every right to be! He’s faced down would be gods and would-be messiahs before! Also I’ve seen people judge Bones for being the first to cave but Sybok totally did that shit to him without consent! He didn’t go back on his beliefs, Sybok forced him to! BONES PROTECTION SQUAD IS HERE AND ITS ME! Oh Bones, man, poor babeyyyy (fuck Sybok!) 😭😭😭 OH MY GOD BONESSSSSS Sybok leave him alone! Goddamnit! Leave him alone!

I think Jim can see Spock’s Sybok induced vision cuz they’re ✨Bonded✨ (it didn’t seem like they could see Bones’s, other than what Bones was doing). JIM KNOWS SO MUCH BETTER! ITS HOW HE BEAT THE SPORES ITS HIS CORE! I UNDERSTAND AND LOVE HIM FOR IT!!! Spock 😍😍😍 he’s like, you’re bullshit happiness pill doesn’t work on me cuz I am whole for the first time in my life, and I love my husband, and I already learned my lesson decades ago 💚🖖🏻💚 (who knew how important the character development from This Side of Paradise AND Return To Tommorow would be??? Hell yeah!)

I love Scotty so much 🥰 hardcore badass Hufflepuff from beginning to end! Also I hope Sybok appears in SNW that could be really really interesting if they do it right! ITS GOD (derogatory) REVERE HIM! Oh here comes that legendary question!! “What dies God need with a starship?” Red flag don’t call Jim a creature! Oh shit god has laxer eyes oh no lmao! Bones snaps out of whatever Sybok did to him when “God” hurts his friends and we LOVE HIM FOR ITTTT! Awww Spock & Sybok and be saaaaad, oh shit! Into the lightning to fight a mirror of yourself like Lazarus in that one episode!

OH SHIT THE KLINGONS ARE HERE! Oh damn Spock just swore a cuss the right way, at a Klingon General no less! General dude just went “caotain tell Kirk you are sorry!” LMAO! NOT IN FRONT OF THE KLINGONS 😂😂😂😍 KISS DAMNIT!! God this whole after scene is so good, maybe the god is the friends we made along the way. “I lost a brother once” you also lost SAM dummy, I know you were just telling Spock you love him but still. SHUT UP SPOCK IS PLAYING ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT ON HIS LYRE??

Okay, seriously, I unironically love this movie, it might be my favorite out of the ones I’ve seen so far actually. TMP felt like the movies getting their sea legs, but it was slow and messy, it wasn’t as thought provoking as it wanted to be (aside from Spock’s wonderful arc in that film). WoK & TSFS are amazing for drama and angst and Spirk content, but they weren’t really asking the big questions Star Trek is wonderful for. Then The Voyage Home is just plain silly and fun and wholesome. But this, this movie had depth! The whole premise is “what is god and is there is one?” I LOVE that as someone who has a very complicated relationship with spirituality. I also already loved the TOS episodes This Side of Paradise, Return To Tomorrow, The Omega Glory and The Way To Eden, and this movie had the best of those concepts! Sybok was such a fascinating antagonist/anti-hero and I hope we get to see him explored more on screen one day, even if it’s just through Discovery/SNW flashbacks. It may have started off slow and it’s not without its flaws but this felt like the Star Trekkiest TOS Star Trek movie so far!

#star trek #star trek v: the final frontier #the final frontier #why does god need a starship #star trek tos #tos liveblog #liveblogging #Sybok

[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hello everyone. I’ve been wanting to write something longer for this couple for a while, and this idea seemed quite fun. I hope you all enjoy it and maybe I can convert some of you to living Freed x Gajeel. Happy reading.

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter One - Makarov's Idea

As he walked towards the guildhall, Freed kept looking up at the moon.

The nights sky was cloudless and gave him an unhindered view of stars and the moon. It was a beautiful sight, but made him frown a little. The moon was large and nearly in its fullest state, a concern for the time of year. It had been some time since the full moon had coincided with the longest day of the year, and it seemed like it was going to happen again this year. The brimstone in his blood seemed to fizz at the idea, and he quickly looked away.

At his side, Laxus bumped his shoulder to get his attention. His frown told Freed that the dragon-Slayer had seen his concern, and he smiled to comfort the man.

"Nothing to concern yourself about," Freed assured him. "I've got it under control."

"Make sure you do," Laxus instructed. "No missions until it's over, right?"

"Of course," Freed nodded.

Laxus seemed to think the matter settled at that, but Freed wasn't so sure. The entirety of the guild - or at least those not already on missions - had been called to the guildhall that night. Makarov hadn't explained why he wanted everyone present, but it was entirely possible that they would all be dragged away on a mission and that Freed would be forced to act as if everything was normal. So promising that he wouldn't go on any missions was more wishful thinking than anything else.

Still, if he did have to go on a mission, he could handle it. Six years ago, it had taken him by surprise. Not this time.

"Let's take bets," Bickslow, unaware of the hushed conversation, stated mischievously. "Fifty-fifty odds of it being either a world ending disaster we have to deal with, or some weird competition so he can perv on the gals again."

Laxus winced at the second option, but didn't deny it.

"It better not be the second one," Evergreen huffed. "But knowing him, it probably will be. So I'll put five hundred jewels on that."

"Nah, it's been too long since we all nearly died," Bickslow shrugged. "Five hundred on the world ending. You two sticks in the mud gonna get involved?"

Freed had stopped listening to their conversation moments before, and found his worries back on the sky. The full moon had been scheduled in exactly one week, and it meant trouble for him. He should be making preparations in case he lost control of himself; this was all a distraction. He should leave town, just in case.

His team looked at him in concern, but remained quiet.

As they approached the doors, Freed's mind remained preoccupied. A hand clasped onto his shoulder and jerked him back, and he realised it was Laxus. He frowned, only then realising he had nearly walked into Gajeel Redfox. The dragon-slayer glared at him, arms crossed to highlight his biceps. He didn't have much else than his physical strength, Freed supposed, so he had to show it off.

"Idiot," Gajeel spat at Freed, and Freed nearly scoffed at the hypocrisy of the word. If either of them was an idiot, it was not Freed.

Gajeel was walking into the hall before Freed could retort.

"God, who put a stick up his ass?" Laxus muttered as he shook his head. He looked down to Freed again, looking worried. Perhaps he hadn't believed Freed's assurances as Freed had hoped. "You need to go back? He ain't taking over yet, right?"

"No, I was distracted, that's all," Freed assured him, but none of his team looked happy. "I'm in control of myself. But I've got plans on how to approach the demon should I need them."

"Can we help?" Evergreen asked.

"I'll ask if I need it, but I don't suspect it'll happen," Freed placated them. They were still unconvinced. "You needn't coddle me, I'm fine. Particularly when there's apparently a fifty-fifty chance that the word is ending. Though, I'm putting five hundred jewels on the competition."

Apparently, the mention of gambling, broke the ice.

When they got inside the guildhall, it was more crowded than normal. All the tables on the lower level had been taken, and as such they were forced to climb to the S-Class balcony and sit there. None of them particularly minded that, and they waited for a short while for the rest of their guild mates to file in and settle, drinking and talking as they did so.

Eventually, Makarov walked onto the stage and stood before the crowd of wizards. After a few shouts for them to be quiet, the room fell into silence.

"Thank you all for coming," He began after clearing his throat. "I'm sure you're all wondering why we're here."

"For you to creep on us," Ever mumbled, and Bickslow snickered.

"Fairy Tail is a guild with its bedrock founded on the principles of friendship. We work so well because we work together. Whereas other guilds maybe have one or two teams, we have many," Makarov explained, gesticulating as he spoke. "It makes me so proud that you've forged these relationships and implemented them into your working lives. Your friendship and love allows you to work together to fight harder and become stronger, side by side as friends. I'm immensely proud of you all, but as of late I've noticed a problem with your work."

He paused, and Freed rolled his eyes. Everything was so dramatic with him.

"While you're very good at working with your own teams, you sometimes struggle working with the guild members you're unfamiliar with," Makarov continued, as if this statement were a tragedy. "And sometimes your teams won't be available, and I don't want you not taking group jobs because your regular team isn't around."

"Starting to think I bet on the wrong side," Bickslow grumbled, taking a drink.

Freed found himself only half listening. Whenever Makarov made an announcement there would be a lot of preamble that Freed didn't particularly care to listen to; not when he had bigger problems to deal with.

Perhaps, if his demon did become more powerful under the moon, he could rune himself into a cage of sorts. That might work, though perhaps physical manacles and shackles might be more practice. His team would be able to help with that, most likely. They wouldn't be happy about it, but Laxus had seen first hand what could happen when the demon was allowed to take over without restraint. He would understand.

No. He was worrying for nothing. The demon was under control now. Besides, he should be listening to his guildmaster.

"So, to broaden your opportunities, I've come up with an idea," Makarov grinned. "For the next week, you'll be split into pairs that you don't normally work with, and you'll spend all of that time training together. These partnerships will be random, and by the end of the week you'll be fighting side by side in a tournament to prove how well you can work together."

Hm, maybe a distraction would work better than restraints. Makarov's idea was flawed to the point of pointlessness, but a week of training might wear his body out to the point his demon wouldn't have the energy to take over.

"And, I'm sure you're all thinking why you should care about this, so there's a prize set up for the team who wins," Makarov was grinning wider now. "Fifty thousand jewels!"

That sent a rush of excitement and talking through the guild. Freed found himself wondering where the money actually came from.

"That's not all. The fights will be ranked on teamwork, cohesion and communication, and at the end of each fight you'll get points based on how well you did," Makarov was running his hands together. "And the team with the least points will have to do a punishment, and the winners decide what it is!"

"Goddamnit," Bickslow mumbled, handing money to Evergreen. "Always about punishments with him."

"If you knew that, then you should have bet smarter," Evergreen laughed.

Freed ignored his friends, leaning back and watching as Mirajane brought out a large, ridiculous top-hat. It wasn't difficult to guess that this was how Makarov intended to randomly choose the teams; pick them out of a hat. Maybe Laxus was right and his grandfather was turning mad, but he seemed to be enjoying himself so Freed had no place to complain.

He would simply drink his beer, watch the chaos unfold, and use the oncoming disaster as a distraction.

——

Gajeel swallowed down his beer with a scowl on his face. When Makarov had called this meeting, he had known that whatever the old crow had to say, it would piss him off. When Makarov had made his announcement, Gajeel had been proven right.

A whole week with some random wizard seemed pointless. Gajeel worked alone, and only teamed up with people when needed. This wasn't going to work.

Fuck, it was such a waste of time! He could be doing jobs and earning his rent instead of fucking around with a stranger, trying to embrace Makarov's ridiculous mantra about the importance of friendship. Or if he wasn't making money, then he would have at least liked to relax and take some time to rest. He didn't want to make a new friend, he wanted to eat, sleep and maybe find a guy to take to bed. None of that would happen with some Fairy Tail mage hanging around his neck.

"Our first team is," Makarov began as he rummaged through the stupid hat he'd had made. "Juvia and Natsu!"

Dammit! Juvia was one of the few people he could have tolerated. The other was the bookworm, and Makarov would probably say them working together wasn't in the spirit of things.

Still. At least the salamander had to work with someone who extinguished his fire. That was funny.

"Kickass!" Natsu yelled into the crowd, standing up and pumping his fist in the air because he lacked self control. "We're gonna dominate!"

They wouldn't.

"If you'd like to meet up and discuss your plans then now's the time," Makarov stated, and Natsu was making his way to Juvia immediately. "And now it's time for the next team up," He reached into the hat again. "It's Evergreen and Lucy."

No loss there. Maybe he and blondie could have been okay, but Gajeel wasn't pissed the chance was gone.

Lucy looked up toward the balcony and waved at Evergreen a little intimidated. Evergreen looked resigned, but after some nudging from Bickslow, made her way down the stairs and started to talk to the woman. Gajeel absentmindedly wondered if the two had ever had a conversation, because they looked awkward around each other; painfully so.

Fuck, that was going to be him, wasnt it?

Maybe he could convince whoever he was paired up with to lie and say they trained when they just spend the week alone. But then there was the tournament, and the threat of some random punishment, and Gajeel had already been humiliated after losing the guild-wide race and having to dress like an idiot; it wasn't happening again if he could help it.

"Next up," Makarov reached into the hat again. "Bickslow and Gray."

"Fuck yeah, some eye candy at last!" Bickslow yelled, and people laughed. Gajeel rolled his eyes, watching as Bickslow leant over the banister and looked towards his teammate. "Wanna make a deal, every time you strip, I strip."

Gajeel could see Gray avert his gaze as if bored, but he was red in the cheeks. They were even redder when Bickslow tossed his shirt towards him, both men now partially stripped.

Well, at least he wasn't with that idiot. The two of them would be a mess.

Many other teams were announced, and Gajeel found himself more and more annoyed each time. The partnerships made no sense, most of the time their magics wouldn't compliment each other, and Gajeel knew that it would end in disaster. At best, half of the partnerships might end up having a fight with each other, and at worst people would get hurt because they just didn't work. How the hell did Makarov think this was going to work out?

Maybe Gajeel should have slunk out and not attended the meeting. He was running out of money for rent, and his landlord was a bastard just waiting to kick him out, so it made sense for him to get a job. Maybe if he left now he could avoid it altogether.

"And next we've got Gajeel," Makarov shouted, and Gajeel cursed. "And Freed."

Oh fuck no. Absolutely fucking not!

Gajeel was not working with that stuck up prick. A guy like that had clearly never worked a day in his life, probably grew up in a fancy ass house and only got into guild work because it was a trend to slum it with the other wizards. Everything about Freed - holier than thou - Justine screamed pampered brat. He would probably throw a fit if he got dirt under his fingernails. He was the damn opposite of a man like Gajeel, and he knew he'd struggle not to murder the spoiled shit before the week was over.

Could he even defend himself? He had magic, but as far as Gajeel knew, that only worked when he had time to prepare. Hardly practical in the heat of battle, and what would he do without it? He wouldn't have the balls to use his sword as a weapon, Gajeel was pretty sure of that, and he looked like a gust of wind could take him out.

Fucking dammit. The salamander was better than this!

He damn near walked out of the guildhall then and there, because he couldn't deal with an egomaniac freak for a week. But, as he went to move, he saw the egomaniac freak walking towards him, and he was not going to allow Freed to think he was running away. He turned in his chair to meet the man's gaze but didn't make a move towards him. Freed could come to him, not the other way around.

Soon, Freed was in his space, standing above him. His expression was as unimpressed with the situation as Gajeel felt. At least they could agree on one thing.

He looked up to meet the mans gaze. Freed was… taller than he thought.

"I think it's fair to assume neither of us want to do this," Freed said rather than greeting him. Gajeel was right, he was a dick. "And I expect that the way I train myself won't be the same way you do, so likely there's a chance we'll come to blows, so I have a proposition."

Huh, maybe Freed was gonna suggest they lie and only pretend to train together. Gajeel would agree, but make Freed squirm first. "Yeah?"

"If we went somewhere and tried to train how we both normally do, it would be an act of futility," Freed explained. "We have six days to work together. I propose that for the first three days we train however I wish, and you follow my instructions. For the latter three days, we train however you wish and I will follow your instructions. That way, we both get three days of training ourselves in a way we know works, and the week won't be a waste of time entirely."

Huh.

That wasn't what Gajeel had thought, but he could deal with it. He had to admit, trying to find a way that would work for them both would not work, so this meant he'd at least have three days to improve himself.

"Fine," He grunted. "But I wanna go first. You're gonna drag me to some library or something like that, and that's a waste of time. Might as well make it a rest day after some actual working out."

Freed sighed, as if dealing with a child, and Gajeel nearly kicked him in the balls. "If you insist,"

"I do."

"Well then, I'll see you on Monday."

"Guess ya will."

That was it, and Freed turned to go back to his table. Gajeel emptied his drink, then grinned. Three days where the asshole had to do as he said; that was interesting. Freed probably spent his life being pampered and spoiled, but not with Gajeel. Nah, he was gonna work. Gajeel was gonna put Freed through hell and love every damn second of it.

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His Time In The Commonwealth I: Preston’s Story

so as my beloved fanfiction, The Black Widow’s Waltz, comes to an end, i’ve decided that i am going to re-release the backstory chapters as their own stand-alone fic, since they read well as their own story. before that, i thought i might do a fun little thing where i release each of the companions backstories as their own post here on tumblr under the tag #his time in the commonwealth. 

now then, without further ado, please enjoy the first backstory chapter in this new-old little series - Preston. 

Preston had known there was something off about his new friend. He liked to believe the best in everyone despite his many, many lessons to the contrary. His infallible minutemen had been whittled down to the last man, betrayed at every turn by the harsh, unforgiving wasteland. He had thought he had reached the end of his story, back against the wall, raiders ready to break down the door - and then along came Nate.

“Nate, what the hell was that?” Preston snapped, marching up to stand beside his friend. Nate stood over a pair of bleeding settlers whose lives had long since been ended by the pistol loosely clutched in Nate's hands. Nate was staring down a third man, whose fingers were wrapped around his mouth, reeling in shock at the sight of his dead comrades. The rain pattered down around them, soaking them all and leaving Nate’s long hair slicked against his back.

Nate looked at Preston, a warm smile on his face as he waved to greet him. The gun in his hand was still warm from the shots that had ended the couple at his feet. “Hey, Preston! I didn’t know you were out here.”

At the time, Preston had been too relieved to question the look of elation on Nate’s face as he slaughtered his way through a platoon of raiders. Preston found death in all its forms distasteful, but it wasn’t as though his hands were clean. As much as he tried to avoid it, there were people who just would not let others go without a fight to the death, and part of being a Minuteman meant shooting down those who were only looking for more violence and bloodshed. Nate had just saved their lives, so far be it from Preston to judge him if he was a little too enthusiastic about killing a couple of raiders here and there.

“You killed them…” The man on the ground murmured, eyes still glued to the corpses of his former friends as the rain splattered mud on their still open eyes. “Oh my god… you- you killed them.”

Nate frowned, looking back down at the man. “If I hadn’t killed them they would have shot you, you know that right?” He chastised the man in a far too callous tone. Preston grit his teeth. “You should be thanking me.”

The man on the ground seemed to falter with his words, looking at Nate as if he might just shoot him out of sheer annoyance. In his defense, Preston wondered the same thing.

It was really unlike him to be this wrong about a person. There were times when Preston would mistake a group of thieves for well-meaning settlers, or sometimes he would talk down a group of raiders only to end up being shot at the moment his back was turned. But lately, it seemed like everyone he trusted ended up being some sort of monster. First, there was Clint, who turned his back on the minutemen only to end up a part of the very gang they were fighting against - now it was Nate, a man Preston thought was his friend.

Preston stepped between Nate and the other man after a moment, unable to predict what his supposed-friend would do next. The man - Jules, he had said his name was - relaxed just a fraction now that he was being guarded. Nate rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Garvey, he’s a synth,” Nate said. “He got outed to his buddies and they were trying to put a bullet in him. I decided to step in and help.” Preston narrowed his eyes.

“I know, I saw the whole thing,” Preston said.

Despite everything, Nate had managed to charm Preston. He was a bit like a kid - having just woken up from 200 years on ice with barely any memories intact. It made him the perfect blank slate to imprint the values of the minutemen onto. Perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but Preston knew it was the right choice. Even though amnesia had stolen most of his life, Nate still held on to incredible talents with guns and knives and endurance like he'd never seen before. Preston brought Nate on several of his missions, helping settlements and clearing out raiders who were threatening innocent people. Nate was ruthless in combat, yet managed to have a softer spoken side to himself that made people want to trust him. He was the perfect candidate to become the next general and lead the minutemen back from the brink of obscurity.

Except…

“Then why are you so upset, I don’t get it?” Nate said. His tone was like a toddler after being scolded and hearing the sound from a grown man unsettled Preston greatly.

“It didn’t have to end that way,” Preston said. “I’ve seen the way you talk to people - you could have easily convinced them to walk away, Nate. Why did you kill them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Nate asked, crossing his arms. Preston’s jaw dropped at the audacity of the statement.

While Nate was good with words, it seemed he rarely wanted to actually talk his way out of a fight. In fact, when given the choice, Nate almost always chose violence rather than peace. It was helpful when fighting raiders and gunners, but his thirst for violence became far more problematic when the infamous gray line appeared. Preston had watched as Nate put a bullet between the eyes of a young man who had made the mistake of joining up with raiders in hopes of providing for his family. Nate hadn’t even tried to talk the kid down before reaching for his gun. Even at the time, Preston couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the whole exchange was wrong .

“Nate, goddamnit, you are a Minuteman!” Preston snapped. He stepped forward harshly, splashing through puddles so that he stood mere inches away from the other man. Nate, still seeming confused, cocked his head to the side. “Do you even remember what that means? We are servants of the people - all people. You can’t just go around solving all your problems by shooting them .”

“And again I ask - why. not?” Nate said slowly, as if Preston was the one acting irrational. “Killing two assholes threatening an innocent synth doesn’t seem that far out of line from the Minutemen code.”

“They didn’t have to die,” Preston said, voice wavering. Droplets of water pooled at the brim of his hat, falling down out of time with the rest of the rain. He was desperate to make this man understand, desperate to see in Nate what he’d seen when they first met. But there was nothing in those eyes that stared back at him. No kindness, no mercy, no soul behind the blue irises that looked him over, as if calculating the best placement for a bullet in his skull.

And yet, even as doubts began to overcome all other thoughts, Preston found himself alone with Nate at the end of the day, laughing with him, drinking with him. Nate never seemed to be able to get drunk, which made him fun to have around at bars. Preston’s heart would flutter every time the man’s hand would brush his, or when he saw Nate dive in front of him to take a bullet so Preston could keep firing. Preston had gone most of his life without falling in love - he had dedicated himself so fully to his cause, the thought of romance just never appeared for him like it did for others. Was this what it was like to have a crush? When he had drunkenly pecked Nate on the lips after their first successful recruitment, had that meant something? When Nate took his hand while they were alone and walking through the Commonwealth, did that mean he liked him?

Was this what it was like to be in love?

Was this what it was like to have your heart broken?

The silence stretched between them, the only sound was that of the rain splattering against accumulating puddles. Finally, Preston couldn’t bear to look at Nate anymore. He turned around, offering a hand to the traumatized synth who was still shivering under his soaked jacket.

“I- I swear- I’m not with the Institute,” He said as he took Preston’s hand. “Please, please believe me. I just want to get to Bunker Hill.”

“It’s alright, I believe you,” Preston said, forcing himself to smile. “The name’s Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen. We help people in trouble.”

“Jules,” The synth said with a nod. “I… I could use some directions, actually.”

“Sure thing,” Preston said. “There’s a settlement not too far from here. Let’s get out of the rain and we’ll see about getting you where you need to go.”

“Thanks,” He said. Jules threw one last look at his fallen comrades, a myriad of complex emotions crossing his face. Preston felt his heart clench. He knew what it felt like to be betrayed.

“I’ll get someone to come by later and bury them,” He promised. “Do you have everything you need?”

Jules nodded, shrugging the pack he’d been carrying on his shoulder. Preston gave him a reassuring nod and turned to lead the way. “Follow me.”

Preston walked past Nate, managing to keep from meeting his eyes. He didn’t think he could stomach seeing him right then. Jules kept his head down, muttering a soft, hesitant ‘thanks’ to Nate as they passed.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Preston said, walking off towards Sunshine Tidings. He could imagine the irate look on the face of his fellow minuteman, he didn’t need to turn around to see it.

It wasn’t until he heard the resounding click of a 10mm gun being cocked that Preston turned around to face his murderer.

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So I've mentioned before that usually poly ships don't really appeal to me because there's always one of the relationships that I like more or less than the others and so the ship entirely loses its appeal for me because of that

But you know what poly ship I actually DO like ?

Zelda x Lana x Link from Zelda Hyrule Warriors

They're just- They're great together, ok ? All of them

Zelda and Link are some kind of fated lovers, two souls bound by destiny and powers beyond comprehension and the two we meet in Hyrule Warriors really give off that whole soulmate feel since their very first meeting, it's adorable. Link's expression when they fail to find Zelda says it all : he's not just looking for his princess, he's looking for someone he's genuinely worried about, someone he feels a connection with, and he's scared he'll lose her before he could even properly talk to her.

Lana has been in love with Link for... well, we don't know how long, but she's been in love with all of his reincarnations, she watched their lives to see more of him until the day she couldn't stand it anymore and Ganondorf used the power of her love to turn her full evil, so that says something about how strong her feelings are. Also she values Link's happiness over her own feelings because she knows she can't destroy the link he shares with Zelda and she just wants him to be happy even if it's not with her and that will always be my #1 sign that someone is a good person and their feelings are real and genuine.

Zelda and Lana don't interact much in the game's story, but the few times they do, Zelda is nothing but kind and friendly to Lana, even being the one to ask her if they'll ever meet again, even though they had just heard Cya say that Lana wants to make Link hers and at this point we're supposed to have accepted that Link and Zelda are soulmates, so she'd have pretty understandable reasons to not really want Lana around the boy she's supposedly attracted to. And you know how the characters have little cheering phrases for each other when the player character reaches a certain amount of kills in a battle ? I just find the phrases between Lana and Zelda to be absolutely adorable. I think they're the most admirative bunch of the game (aside from Zelda's line to Link and Proxie's lines for Zelda, but that works in the poly ship idea's direction)

Also by the end of the game all three of them hold a piece of the Triforce and I think it would be pretty great to see the three holders coming together, loving each other, forming a whole the same way the three parts of the Triforce are meant to.

So that's for canon information, which admittedly is just a basis for headcanons given how scarce it is, so here are my own :

- Zelda is attracted to Link, sure, but I also think she's really attracted to Lana for the reasons cited above : she's always kind and friendly to her, never suspicious even when she learns that Lana and Cya used to be the same person, she's the one who speaks out when Lana is leaving to express her desire to see her again, etc.

- Zelda's feelings and behaviour toward Lana would surely have an effect on her because, honestly : look at Zelda, look at her smile, imagine being on the receiving end of it, and dare tell me you wouldn't propose to her in the same breath. Anyway, I think Lana would develop a bit of a crush on the princess, especially if she's trying to move on from her feelings for Link because she thinks it's hopeless. She wouldn't be trying to fall for someone else, much less the princess since she's just as inaccessible as the hero, but I think she'd be trying to put some distance between herself and her feelings for Link, try to talk to her friends more and do something other than obsessing over the boy, and develop her relationship with Zelda as a consequence. When she realises she has a crush on Zelda now ? She just screams and hits her head on a wall because GODDAMNIT she did it again. Of all the people in Hyrule, her next crush just HAD to be the one her old crush was fated to be with.

- Meanwhile, Link is around two gorgeous, smart, kind, supportive girls who seem to like him and while he's been attracted to the princess since the first time he saw her, I think he would have developed a close bond with Lana too while fighting together. She's playful and cute, but also strong and reliable, and I think, in the weeks where he fights with Lana and doesn't know where Zelda is, he would develop a small crush on her, which wouldn't really leave even after the princess' official return and would actually only grow when he learns the truth about Lana's birth and feelings.

- now fast forward to the end of the game, the three had some time to sit down and think through their feelings and realise that they like both of the others and have a hard time deciding what to do about it. Or rather, Lana thinks she should just exile herself before she falls in love with the Goddess or something, but Link and Zelda do ponder what they should do, because suddenly, the obvious, fated love they've heard so many tales about doesn't seem so certain and they don't know if they could ever be truly happy without the witch who's wormed her way into their hearts.

- I think Zelda would approach Link to tell him about it first. She's a reasonable, mature young woman who tries to talk things through and see from other people's perspective, so I think her go to move would be to talk about it, but Lana's feelings have been hurt enough as it is, so she'd go to Link first to try and see things a bit more clearly before saying anything to Lana. Thanks to that, they realise that they both like each other and Lana as well, and so they decide to try and see what Lana thinks of them.

- Problem is, like I said, Lana thinks she should self-exile before her stupid heart makes one more stupid decision about who she should be in love with, and that starts by avoiding her crushes at any cost. Luckily, Zelda and Link end up cornering her, but her emotions are so volatile at this point that she just blurts out that she likes them both and doesn't know what to do about it anymore (among many other things and in a way that's a bit hard for the other two to understand until something clicks and a lightbulb goes off in their heads). Of course, Zelda and Link are elated and quick to tell her that they both like her too and maybe they could try all loving each other ? There's a lot of smiles and tears and hugs and they're all really happy.

- They thought it would take some time to adjust to this new kind of relationship, but not at all : they clicked together like pieces of the same puzzle, loving toward each other and comfortable showing it. Lana was the shyest of them at first since she was still half-convinced this was a dream and she would wake up any moment, but one adoring look from her partners (because let's be honest, Zelda and Link, once aware of their feelings and knowing that they are returned, would be the loveliest, dorkiest, goofiest, most adoring partners anyone in Hyrule has ever had) would reassure her right away, and before long she starts being more open about her affections and showing her love for Zelda and Link more easily.

- since they're all cinnamon rolls but two of them are socially awkward and the other is leading a country at age 19 and probably has A Lot to deal with, I think them trying to comfort each other when one is looking glum or stressed would be pretty fun. Like, when Zelda is overworking herself with the kingdom's affairs, the other two will team up to try and ease off her burdens by taking some themselves, but after reading the same piece of paperwork 5 times and still not understanding what it is even for, they give up and just work with Impa to clear off Zelda's schedule for one evening and prepare a nice dinner and relaxing bath for her so she can at least recharge her batteries. Sometimes though, she has so much to do they can't even manage that, so they at least try to support her as much as they can in the little ways (bringing her tea and cake when she's been holed up in her office for hours, taking her to bed when she's fallen asleep on her desk, taking care of the minor demands that can be time-consuming but not really difficult to resolve, etc). Zelda loves them for it and always makes sure to let them know.

(- they try to cook dinner themselves and this in itself deserves a whole post because they try to do something GREAT and that Zelda will love but they are NOT royal level cooks. Far from it. In a modern AU, they'd be living off of ramen noodles. In the end nothing they prepared is edible so they end up asking the cooks to prepare something, but Zelda is still very touched (and amused))

- When Lana is depressed (because she thinks of Cya or has a moment of self-doubt), Link tries to cheer her up by taking her on a nice walk, going to the market together, playing games, or something like that, while Zelda will bring her flowers and tasty treats or just cuddle with her for a while, which is often enough to make Lana feel much better. On the worst occasions, Zelda takes one or two days off and Link and her take Lana on a trip, just the three of them, to have fun and just be together until the bad moment passes. But the first time Lana said she was sad because she was thinking of what happened to Cya and the fact that she couldn't experience the happiness Lana now had with Zelda and Link ? Dumbass princess who thinks she can do anything because she runs a country decided "hey, how about we try to raise the dead ?" and Link had to do damage control. Impa had to step in at some point to prevent Zelda from desecrating holy grounds.

- When Link is glummy, it's usually about pretty deep stuff like destiny and his past lives (for example, the fact that his past lives and the princesses from the past never met their Lana causes him great distress because now he can't imagine his life without her or Zelda, so he gets anxious thinking that his past incarnations might have spent their whole lives feeling a hole somewhere in their life). Zelda and Lana usually try to cheer him up with cuddles, afternoon naps in the gardens, reading together in the library or other quiet, relaxing activities, which he loves and helps ease his mind, but the first time the gloominess lingered... Let's just say that dumbass princess moment 2.0 + time witch are not a great mix when trying to cheer up a man worried about his past lives. Impa had to step in again, this time to prevent some really fucked up changes to the space-time continuum or whatever.

- I kinda doubt that Hyrule has laws about poly marriages, and doubt even more that poly marriage is something that's happened in the royal family before ("but what if the first born is a child between the King consort and the Queen consort, without a drop of royal blood ?"), but in any case, this is dumbass "I raise the dead and travel through time" princess we're talking about, so she manages to pass a law that makes it legal for multiple people to marry, including the royal family. She did that after Link, Lana and her had expressed interest in getting married, and the second the law was passed (in secret, she wanted it to be a surprise for her lovers), she drags them to their favourite quiet spot to relax and cuddle away from castle trouble and responsibilities and she proposes to them. Link and Lana tackle her to the ground and cover her in kisses while laughing and crying and- ok, it's a bit of a mess, but they're happy and they're gonna get MARRIED ! The first time the girls call each other "wife", Link their "husband" and Link calls them his "wives", they cry a little and hug the breath out of each other.

That's all I've got for now in the SFW section (do tell me if you're interested in the NSFW headcanons) so

TL;DR : they're cute and goofy and happy and I love them.

#legend of zelda #hyrule warriors #princess zelda #lana #link #do they have a shipname already ? #zelalink ? #let's go with that for now #headcanons #long post

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

Gravity | JJ Maybank (Outer Banks, Season 1)

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2100 words

Warnings: swearing, mentioning of underaged drinking/smoking

a/n: English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. Also, this is just a simple oneshot, so don't expect a great plot or anything. Have fun!

“because in my world, i'm constantly havin' a breakthrough or a breakdown, or a blackout, would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?”

─ clementine by halsey

[ Clementine, better known as Clem by the Pouges, lived on the southside of Outer Banks with her mum, near John B's home. Her mum worked pretty hard and was often out of town, so Clem was usually to herself. Since she began to work for Kiara’s dad two years ago, she sort of grew on the chaotic group and got involved in a lot more shit than expected. Besides serving tables at the restaurant, hanging out in the hammocks or on John B’s boat and handling the one or other mystery on the island, Clementines mind was occupied by a certain blonde guy. ]

The sun was nearly unberable, making me fan myself with my book. Summer had arrived, in full glory and a lot of hot air. I relaxed in my hammock behind our small bungalow and swung from side to side to keep myself from falling asleep, one foot on the dry grass.

Summer break just started two days ago and it was already boiling outside.

My hammock was placed between two thick trees, right beside the water and the wooden dock. Small waves sloshed against it from time to time and seabirds squealed above my head. I felt at peace and my body nearly forgot it already had more than ten hours of sleep last night as my phone vibrated. A new message from JJ lit up on its screen.

get urself ready

5 min.

A smile spread across my face. Within seconds I was back in my room, putting on my bathing suit, a pair of shorts and an open shirt with hawaiian flowers. I packed some drinks into my small cooling bag, slipped into my flip flops and wrote my mum a message in case she would be home before me.

With a towel over my shoulder and the cooling bag in my hand I walked outside again and onto the dock. John B was already steering his white boat towards the wooden planks as I reached the front.

“Aloha boys,” I greeted them with a big smile, and JJ held out his hand so I could easily jump on board.

“Hi Clem.”

“Aloha, darling. Watcha got there?” JJ asked, peeking over his sunglasses.

Once in a while, when I hadn't seen JJ for a day or two, I thought I wasn't completely head over heals for the sunkissed boy anymore and my heart had settled. But then he had the nerve to smile at me again and my whole body began to tingle.

“One for you.” I handed John B a cooled beer bottle which he thanked me for with a fast kiss onto my tempel. He was at least two feet taller than me. “And one for you.”

I threw another one in JJ's direction before getting myself one, placing my stuff under the bench seat and sitting down beside him.

“That just saved my day,” JJ answered and gave the cold glass a kiss, then he kissed me on my cheek. I hid my smile by taking a sip of beer.

“Don't lie, you already had two,” John B said grinning while he navigated the ship to where Pope lived. The boy was standing outside, helping his dad by cleaning some empty, second-hand boxes as usually.

“Hey, Pope, get your ass in here!”

“I told you yesterday, I can't!”

His dad came outside, a broom in his hands as if he wanted to chase us away. It wasn't a secret his dad disliked us.

“Oh, come on, it's summer vacation,” I interfered and waved him. Pope was already putting down the water hose and giving his dad an excusing look.

“I'll do it tomorrow. I promise!”

“Hell nah, you're stayin'!”

“I’ll be back for dinner!” Pope laid the pipe down and snatched a towel from the railing.

“Get in the boat, get in the boat,” John B whispered, whereupon Pope jumped onto the deck of the ship.

“Pope! Get back here right now!”

“We're getting him back safe, promise!” JJ yelled as John B turned the speed back up and we rushed through the waves up to Kie's house.

“Man, your dad is so unrelaxed. He should try one of my joints.”

“Don't you dare. He'll get us all killed.”

I laughed at the boys conversation. Such idiots. But I loved them nonetheless. They were my family.

Kie lived on the rich northside of Outer Banks, even though she hated it with nearly every fiber of her heart. The darkhaired girl was casually walking up to us, in her hand a bag fully of snacks ─ at least I hoped so.

“Morning y'all.”

“Welcome on board, pretty. Are those snacks?”

JJ got up to give Kie a hand, just like he did with me. Her hair was in a messy pointail, held together by a green cloth.

“Oh, you know. Some watermelon slices, stuff like that,” She joked, smiling.

Kiara was pretty. And not just that, she was smart and knew how to handle things. That didn't stay unnoticed by the guys. They were practically all into her, even if they weren't admitting it. Which wouldn't have been a problem if I was that confident in myself too. Or a bit more adventurous, inventive, whatever.

I wasn't jealous of her. In fact, she was one of my best friends, the only female one I may add. She made sure I got a job at her father’s restaurant, for which I couldn't be more thankful.

“Hey Kie.”

“Hey,” She greeted me, hugging me tightly before sitting down next to me. We provided everyone with drinks so we could touch glasses.

“Salud, guys. To the best summer of all times,” JJ announced, holding up his bottle.

“To the best summer of all times,” We echoed him and clinked our bottles together.

John B turned up the speed and the volume of the stereo as the waves splashed against the boat. I closed my eyes, smelling the salty water, my coconut sunscreen and the beer. I had missed summer.

We stayed out all day long on the water, sunbathing and diving in the ocean. Kie connected her phone with the stereo and put on some of our favourite songs. As the sun was slowly going to set, we all laid in the front of the white varnished boat, sandy and drained from all the sun. Within five minutes, we infested Kie's brought snacks and finished the beers.

JJ was passing around a joint he made himself. His skin glowed orange in the evening sun, even though there were some light bruises on his rips. His head was resting on my tanned legs.

After everyone had taken one or two drags, my body didn't feel as tired anymore. Kie started some more upbeat songs and while Pope navigated the boat back to John B's place, we danced. It probably looked horrible, but it was fun.

First, I was just dancing with Kie. Spinning her around and stuff, but she knew about my feelings for JJ. She was the only one I had told, ever. She was also the only one who believed JJ was interested in me too, as much as I tried to talk her out of it.

So, of course she used my blurry state to get me to dance with JJ. To make it less awkward, I stole his sunglasses and put them on, stupidly smiling at him.

“We dancin' now?”

“Absolutly.”

Grinning, he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him. Kie winked at me.

JJ put one of his hands on my hips, swaying me around in the front of the boat.

The sun was melting into the water and gave everything an orange touch. My body was glowing because of the heat, my heartbeat was going way too fast. JJ's blond hairstrands fell into his eyes and I couldn't stop laughing. Then he let me make a twist so my back was pressed against his belly and our hands were intertwined. Once he had unknotted us, he dipped me before pulling me up again. We were so close, our noses nearly touched.

“You look good with my glasses.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I might keep it.”

I grinned and bit my bottom lip. His eyes looked so pretty. Blue like the ocean.

“Hey guys, not on my boat, okay?” John B reminded us that we still had company around us.

I rolled my eyes and ─ as much as I didn't want to ─ let go of JJ. My hand slipped out of his and it felt like I was suddenly bound to gravity again.

Pope and Kie attached the rope of the boat with the hook on the dock, and I grabbed my stuff and followed the others to John B's house. I placed the now empty cooling box and my towel on the porch. My body felt like the alcohol and weed had left out of nowhere. The sun was barely seeable by now and the wind was colder than expected.

Inside, I put my clothes back over my swimwear and tamed my frizzy hair in a loose bun.

“That. Was. So. Much. Flirting.” Kie bumped her ellbow into rips with a knowing smile on her lips.

“Shut up. That was nothing.”

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

I crossed my arms, eyeing her in disbelief. My head just couldn't comprehend the idea of someone liking me like that. Especially not JJ.

“He likes you. A lot. Trust me.”

“Come on, Kie. Just because he flirts with me once doesn't mean he has feelings for me. You know how many girls want him.”

She scoffed. “Okay, fine. I'm gonna ask him.”

“Wha─ No. No, Kie!” I whisper-screamed at her and tried to grab her arm, but she escaped my grasp and jogged into the kitchen where the boys probably looted John's fridge. Fuck.

“Uh, guys, my mum texted me. I'm gonna go now, see ya tomorrow!” I yelled and quickly escaping onto the porch. The warmth seemed to have disappeared, thick rain drops where pouring down onto the shelter of the porch.

There was no way I would just let Kie embarrass me because ─ surprise ─ JJ wasn't actually flirting with me. Absolutely not.

I was already on the last step and out in the rain, as someone called me.

“Clem? Wait.” JJ. Goddamnit. I shut my eyes for a second before facing him.

“Yup?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

He scratched the back of his neck. “You─ uh... You still have my sunglasses.”

My heart dropped. Had I honestly expected something else?

“Yes, right. Sorry.”

I shook my head, scoffing as I took them off and went up the stairs again. I left my stuff down on the paveway. Internally, I was shaking like hell. My heart was a wreck. Utterly nervous. Maybe Kie hadn’t said anything, maybe he hadn’t heard her, I thought.

I stood infront of him again, not as close as before though. Without thinking and instead of just handing the stupid glasses over like a normal person, I put them on his face. He didn't need them, the sun had already vanished beneath the ocean. I did it anyway.

JJ pushed them up in his hair.

And then we were just looking at each other and I hade to pull myself together so I wouldn't faint. I gulped and tugged at my own shirt, that ridiculous hawaiian shirt.

“So,” JJ spoke under his breath. The rain was still pouring down onto the plastic shelter. My heart beat felt louder, and I wondered if he could hear it. I was so scared.

“Goodnight, J.”

With that, I turned around and wanted to leave, like I always did when I was too afraid to face the truth.

“I like you too.”

Everything in me froze just to melt in the next second. My heart stumbled. So Kie did tell him.

Slowly, I turned back around.

JJ just stood there, hands in his pockets and sunglasses in his hair, chewing unsurely on his bottom lip. He seemed vulnerable. No smug grin, no stupid joke on the tip of his tongue.

“I mean I really, really like you, Clementine. More than that.”

For once, I didn't want to be afraid. If he could be brave, I could too. Within a second, I was back in front of him, though way closer. Even closer than on the boat.

And this time, I kissed him.

My hands grabbed his hair, pulling his face down to mine, and once he had understood, I felt his arms wrap around my waist. There was no gravity pulling me down when we were this close.

“I really like you, too,” I mumbled between two kisses. I could feel his lips forming a smile as he pressed them onto mine again.

“"I thought you'd never admit it,” He said, grinning.

“Don't get used to it,” I answered, grinning just as wide as he did.

And then he kissed me again under the shelter of the balcony, surrounded by the heavy sound of the rain, while I buried my hands in his hair and he pulled me off the ground.

#outer banks #jj maybank #jj x reader #oneshot #outer banks netflix #jj maybank x reader #JJ #outer banks imagine #rudy pankow #my writing

[xxanimecoolgirlxx]

@threateningkahootmusic Prejudice and Fame belongs to them.

Vickie sat at the bar, mindlessly looking at her drink. Another long day at work as a news reporter/ investigative journalist, this time something about a corrupt company. Now normally this wouldn’t be an issue.

Except for the fact that she wished she could legally punch in a couple of individuals teeth without immediately facing assault charges.

Among other things, the company was facing allegations of workplace harassment, discrimination, unequal pay of workers based of sex, and an hostile work environment. And from her experience for working undercover there, it was, indeed, true. In fact, she’d say that the allegations weren’t telling enough! The amount of sexist and racist remarks made at her by staff and management alike would be enough to ensure that no new hires would be daring enough to go there. Even Vickie was surprised at herself for getting this far without snapping at someone. Not that it would’ve made a difference if she did.

All of this evidence through recordings and screenshots would make this seem like an open and shut case, right? Not quite. Even with the damning audio recordings, the camera feed, the multitude of paper documents and such, she knew it wouldn’t be enough for anything to really change. She needed something bigger. She knew that as it stood right now, at the very worse the company would blame a few lowly managers as scapegoats, fire them, and then say that they will do better in the future while knowing good and well that they had no plans on doing anything. Hell, even if they did get any legal repercussions, they could just settle out of court and be done with it. No, Vickie would need something bigger.

Right now she would be doing more research into the company had her work friend not dragged her to this self proclaimed “high end club”. Apparently her friend had been assigned to do an interview to this celebrity, Fame, at least that’s what she hoped his stage name was. She didn’t see a point in drawing needless attention to herself to she opted to stay at the bar and subtly watch from afar. Not like she was dressed to be here anyways, her black knee length form fitting dress was too professional to be in a function like this, her black hair wasn’t styled up to anything fancy and her dark skin wasn’t adorned with any makeup too flashy. It looked like she was at a job interview more than a nightclub. She was more worried about her case than anything else.

“Come on now, I know your defining character quality is being a square, but lighten up a bit, let yourself have some fun.”

Vickie’s eyes wondered over to the ghost that seemingly followed her everywhere, Helena. Seeing that Helena was invincible to everyone but her most of the time, she couldn’t outright face her or talk to her in public without looking odd to say the very least. She raised an eyebrow at the ghost. Like hell she was going to let herself get sloppy drunk and make a complete fool of herself. Maybe that was some other’s tastes to get so blasted that the next morning they don’t know where they were, but it wasn’t Vickie’s taste.

Helena could see the look in Vickie’s eyes

“I know what your thinking. I’m not asking you to behave like an absolute moron. But just chill it. You’re not on the clock right now, you’ll always have time to do this tomorrow. But for the love of god stop worrying yourself.” Helena then crossed her arms

“I promise you if you burn yourself out and pass out from pulling an all nighter again, let me you tell, you will not hear the end of my lectures in the morning.”

Vickie sighed. Although she didn’t say anything, she did make it a point to relax her shoulders and let herself slightly slouch a bit. She finished her drink before ordering a new one when commotion could be heard from the other side of the club behind her. Even with the loud music, Vickie could tell something was going on. Helena looked over and moved closer to see what was going on.

“Oh goddamnit, Prejudice, this is the 5th time this month you’ve crashed the party!” Fame grumbled as Prejudice smirked, snatching a drink out of the hand of Vickie’s coworker.

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again. Besides, I like how you get all p!ssy about it.” Prejudice said as he took a drink from his stolen beverage.

Helena moved back over to Vickie

“Don’t look now, but I think that’s the CEO of that company you’re looking into.” Helena whispered despite knowing she couldn’t be heard by anyone else. Vickie stole a glance to confirm what Helena was saying before looking away just as quickly as to not accidentally get unwanted attention.

“The hell’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he be more worried about saving his company’s face by discrediting the allegations?” She muttered quietly to herself as she took a sip from her Bloody Mary. Helena glanced over

“It looks like him and that other fellow know each other.” Helena said. “I’ll keep watch.” Helena said as she floated over to the crowd. Vickie’s grip on her glass tightened. Maybe this could be the chance she’d been looking for to get solid concrete against the company. Since her coworker, besides from an obvious camera crew, had a recording pen on her, maybe the pen might catch something incriminating, maybe embezzlement, tax fraud, something that really couldn’t be ignored, something that could ruin this business and its corrupt ways.

As she took another swing of her drink, she started noticing the feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head, like someone was staring at her. At first she thought it was Helena, until the ghost floated back over and the feeling didn’t go away.

“Did you catch anything?” Vickie whispered subtly.

“No, but he’s been staring at you. I think? He may be looking at your general area but he’s definitely been looking intensely at the bar area.” Helena said.

Vickie wanted to test that theory. She got up from her chair and walked around, acting as though she was merely stretching. The feeling of being watched didn’t fade no matter where she went. Even well after she sat back down in her chair. Ok, he definitely was staring at her. Did this guy somehow know who she really was, what her goals were? She didn’t think so, she’d done a good job hiding it.

By this point, the amount of people in the club dwindled down a bit, at least in the area she was in. Fame had moved to a different spot of the club and so did a large group of the crowd there. Everyone else around her were either drunk or leaving. Vickie was mid drinking her beverage when she felt someone approaching. Great, just great. She didn’t look over as she just wanted to be left alone. But alas, her luck for the night turned to be Jack sh!t as Prejudice sat down in a chair next to hers at the bar.

Vickie didn’t look over, just remained silent and indifferent as Prejudice pretty much ordered the bartender for some hard liquor. Helena looked like she wanted to intervene but Vickie signaled her not to with some cleverly hidden hand signals the two hand memorized over the course of their friendship/ her being tethered to Vickie. It was quiet for a moment, before Prejudice slammed his shot glass. He glanced over at the bartender.

“I’d suggest you take your fat ginger freak a$$ out of here before you also get a taste of what this little dumb bimbo is going to get.” Prejudice said, in this almost joking way, though she could tell by his voice that He at the same time sounded serious. Either way, it was enough to get the bartender out of there.

Vickie didn’t even have time to get up herself when she felt a hand grab her by the hair and slam her face down onto the counter. She felt her arm being twisted behind her back, the grip getting tighter when she struggled. Helena tried to help, to pull the man off of her but she was swatted away like a fly, which set off all alarms bells in Vickie’s brain. This man clearly wasn’t human.

“Now what do we have here? You know, looking at you, I’d think you’re just another dime a dozen mortal sl/t with less brains than a mutt, it took me a bit to discover what you were actually trying to do.” Prejudice said in casual voice that somehow sounded threatening at the same time. Even then, it was how he said theses things that started grinding Vickie’s gears. He said these things like he was entitled to say them, like it was owed to him.

“You may have fooled my dipsh!t employees, you dumb b!tch, but I’m not exactly as easy to convince. I know you plan on finding whatever evidence you can to ‘ruin’ me or whatever you want to call it. What, you plan on cancelling me? You seem like the type to type essays on Twitter on inequalities or whatever nonsense about equality like anyone will give a damn. At least nobody important will care.” He grinned.

“Oh go f*ck yourself you pompous little sh!t!” Vickie growled. She let out a loud hiss of pain as he twisted her arm more as a result.

“Oh, a little feisty? Good, I’ve been wanting something more entertaining than some obedient little pets. So please, go on. I’m going to break that jaw of yours either way but still, I want to hear more.” Prejudice goated on. She felt his hand slowly leave her hair and travel down to her waist.

“You know, if you really wanted to make yourself useful, doll, than you should stop worrying about whatever job you work in and start worrying about wearing something nice. You dress like a sl/t that acts like they’re someone of any respect. Really you’re not fooling anyone ” Prejudice said, the cockiness in his voice was what sent Vickie off to a boiling peak.

Using the mobility gained by his hand not being holding her head down, she stomped on his foot with her heel, as hard as possible, the man let out a curse but before he could really do much she took a shot glass from the table, spun around and smashed it right in his eye. Sure, this did result in her held arm getting twisted even more and probably dislocated, it gave her the opportunity to get free from his grasp as he stumbled back.

She then took this opportunity to start beating him with pretty much everything and anything in sight, fists, heels, a wine bottle she smashed over his head, chairs, anything in sight. All whilst calling him every name in the book, every swear and curse she could think of, hell, she was pretty sure she set a record. But even all of that didn’t really do much, not when immediately after she was backhanded to the ground when he finally got his footing. She didn’t even have time to recover as he grabbed her by her throat and slammed up against a wall, several times. By the time he stopped her head was spinning and blood was dripping from the back of her head. He then held her up off her feet, hand still firmly on her neck and then he squeezed down, hard.

She desperately scratched at his hand, tried to take gasps of air. But his tight grasp cut off her airways, leaving her attempts useless. Even worse, there didn’t even look like she laid a scratch on him, as any and all injuries or bruises inflicted on him had somehow already healed.

Prejudice’s smirk became wider as he squeezed tighter, his free hand yanking out any remaining glass from his eye.

“God, aren’t you just a fidgety little spazz? Hmm? Did you really think you could fight off a god? Though you’ve been great entertainment so far, it’s been a while since someone’s actually tried to fight me. Good to know not every mortal nowadays are p/ssies.” He spoke.

Vickie could see her world starting to turn dark as Prejudice kept talking

“Let’s just get this part over with. You WILL delete whatever ‘evidence’ you have against my company, and you’ll drop this case. If you don’t, we’ll, I’m sure you don’t have many options here, unless you wanna have a meeting with Death.” He said.

“Then, I want you to meet me in my office as soon as you enter the building. Don’t try quitting now that you won’t be able to do that little expose thing. I can ruin you in so many ways I’m sure your pretty little brain won’t comprehend. It’s alright. You don’t have to think, just do as I say and I won’t have to hurt you.. too much, sweetheart.” That ‘sweetheart’ was said in the most patronizing tone that it would’ve made Vickie said had she not been on the brink of passing out from lack of oxygen.

That was when Prejudice finally dropped Vickie, leaving her on the floor taking greedy gasps for air, her lungs burning from the lack of it. Prejudice just smirked at her once more before checking his watch. He took him longer than he thought. No worries, he didn’t have too much planned for today’s anyways.

Vickie laid there weakly on the floor as Prejudice just walked away, as if he didn’t just do what he just did. Helena by this point finally came too and quickly picked up Vickie, getting her out of the club and into her car.

“Vickie, Vickie. Don’t pass out on me, Vickie just try and stay awake! I’ll get help!” Helena said as she dashed over somewhere as Vickie fought to keep her eyes open before exhaustion finally hit and she felt her eyes close, her body forcing her to rest for the sake of recovery.

#original character #creative writing #tw violence

[mr-geraskier]

Sharing a bed with some morning wood, not established relationship :D

So fun to write this! Some morning wood is a great way to start their day XD

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It isn’t Jaskier’s fault this is happening. It was cold last night! How was he supposed to know that Geralt and he would sleep with he same blankets last night? It’s not like Jaskier can see the future or anything that could’ve prepared him for this. He just remembers Geralt falling fast asleep before him and that he was very cold so he decided to lay next to Geralt for a couple of minutes. He didn’t mean to fall asleep right next to him.

He knows Geralt will be mad when he wakes up to find the bard in his blanket. Jaskier knows though that he will be even angrier when Geralt finds out he himself has a boner.

Jaskier is wrapped in Geralt’s arms, which probably happened sometime last night if Jaskier can try to remember correctly. He’s lightly snoring next to Jaskier who takes that as that the witcher is still deeply sleeping. Jaskier takes a glance around at his situation and thinks about what his next move will be that could potentially decide if he will be dead by noon or not. He decides to try to shimmy his way out of the witcher’s arms without him noticing.

He begins to wiggle down out of Geralt’s grip but doesn’t realize he’s been rubbing Geralt’s hard on until he hears a deep groan next to his ear. It sends shivers down his spine and causes his dick to twitch. He mentally yells ‘No!’ to himself and checks to make sure the witcher is still sleeping soundly. Once he believes Geralt is fine he continues to wiggle out of his arms only to hear another groan and to be pulled closer to the white-haired man’s body. He’s warm and that brings a welcoming and secure feeling to Jaskier but at this moment it wasn’t the right time to be feeling these things.

Jaskier curses under his breath and lays there, not knowing what to do. Geralt starts to grind against Jaskier’s ass, moaning in Jaskier’s ear again.

As Jaskier’s eyes widen he holds back a whimper and stays still. Geralt continues as Jaskier looks for another way to escape. The only ways out of the situation are to either wake Geralt up and to beg for mercy or to continue to squirm his way out of the witcher’s arms. He decides death is not the way to go today and begins to wiggle. Geralt leans closer to the young man’s neck and licks a long strip on the back of it. He licks his way to Jaskier’s ear and nips at his ear lobe, mumbling random lovely words. The person in Geralt’s dreams seems to really be getting a lot of attention.

Jaskier shivers but doesn’t stop ask the witcher ravishes his neck with bites and licks. But when Geralt holds him down a little and starts to suck a hickey onto him, Jaskier has no choice but to stay still and moan.

His eyes widen as he realizes the sound he made and he raises his hand to cover up his mouth. Geralt stops on the lefts side of his neck and works his way to the right. He grinds a little harder and bites Jaskier’s neck, causing another small moan to escape the bard’s lips.

“Goddamnit Geralt,” Jaskier whispers to himself, cursing at the pleasure the witcher is giving him right now. He bites his lip and whimpers as Geralt’s hand makes it’s way up Jaskier’s clothes and to his nipple. He pinches it, making the bard curse. With every minute that goes by Jaskier is taken over by pleasure. Jaskier shuts his eyes and relaxes a little. He tenses back up as he feels Geralt’s hand snake its way out of Jaskier’s top and towards his trousers. Finally realizing that this has gone too far Jaskier makes the decision to wake Geralt up, even if it means sleeping without a blanket later that night or not being able to ride Roach.

He grabs Geralt’s wrist and starts pushing it away from his body. “Geralt? Geralt I’m so sorry but you have to wake up right now.” He feelings the body move behind him and rise enough so they are basically laying on Jaskier.

“I’ve been awake.” Geralt smirks down at the flabbergasted Jaskier and chuckles. He receives a smack on the shoulder and immediately grabs Jaskier’s hand and pins it beside his head.

“You’ve been awake? And you just let that all happen? You son of a-”

“Jaskier it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it. In fact, I think you liked it.” Geralt raises an eyebrow down at the bard.

“Well, how am I able to resist your strong ass body holding me down and also you rubbing you dick against me? Also not to mention the fucking hickeys you left on me that I have to cover up someh-” Jaskier is cut off by Geralt grinding against him again, this time with a hand on Jaskier’s hard on. “Fuck… Not fair Geralt. Not at all”.

Geralt begins to rub Jaskier through his trousers while lightly biting and kissing Jaskier’s already sore neck. “How is this not fair bard?” They continue like this, Geralt finding new but subtle ways to mess with Jaskier, and Jaskier moaning for Geralt to “not stop” and that “it feels so good”. Geralt gladly continues to work on making Jaskier’s morning an amazing one.

Finally, Jaskier flips around in Geralt’s arms so he’s facing the witcher. He looks up Geralt with a smile on his face before leaning in and kissing him. Both of them forget that they’re on the floor in the woods as Geralt pushes Jaskier on his back and gets on top of him.

They continue to mess around until they need to finally leave their temporary camp for the night and search for more monsters and more coin. Throughout the day neither of them can keep their hands off one another. Both just happy that their day started with some fun morning wood.

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