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afroditisworld · 6 months

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Brooklyn baby

Late Eycte! Alex Turner x Singer!Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking, stoned sex? spanking, oral (female received), smut without plot, soft dom Alex, tits play and use of pet names (doll, luv, princess) if you are not into that please don't read it :))

word count: 3k

You and Lana were best friends. You were like sisters from different mothers. You grew up with each other, and it didn't turn out to be a surprise when you both decided to follow the same career. Both of you were talented women in the music business. You both followed each other every step of the way. You normally planned your tours together and attended each other's shows with every change. It was a mutual relationship based on support and admiration for one another's talents and successes.

So when she met Miles Kane and Alex Turner, she also introduced them to you, and you instantly matched each other's energies. But, oh, you and Alex, you had an electric connection with your first conversation. You felt an indescribable spark every time you talked to him. Alex had his way of making you smile. His witty humour and charming personality captivated you from the start. With every word he spoke, you found yourself drawn closer to him and as time went on, your bond only grew stronger.

You and Alex were at your home studio, trying to get the perfect sound for one of your songs. It was one of those terrible days when you'd prefer to listen to one of your vinyl records than try to come up with new ideas. You were attempting to play a song on your keyboard, but nothing seemed to come together. You sighed as you turned to see Alex, who was lying on the floor with his back to the wall, doing the same thing with his electric guitar.

"I'm going to play a record," you said, hoping it would bring some inspiration, and you walked towards the record player. "Do you mind?" you continued.

"No, maybe I can strum a few chords while you listen and find something new," he replied mindlessly.

You laughed at your current state as you picked a random record from the collection and gently placed it on the turntable. As the familiar crackle of the vinyl filled the room, you watched as his fingers effortlessly moved across the strings of his guitar, creating a melody that seemed to be perfectly in harmony with the song that was playing in the background.

"Oh, I love this song," you whispered, and you started mumbling the song lyrics under your breath. "I didn't know that you liked Lou Reed," he commented, listening to your soft humming with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, his music has always clicked with me," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "I've been listening to his songs for years; Lana teases me for that; she had written a song about it," you said with a smile.

When the record ended, the room was filled with silence. "Does it bother you?" Alex's voice brought you back to reality, showing you his lighter that was ready to light up his joint. You just shook your head in response.

You both had given up on finding some tunes for your song. Instead, you approached him and sat next to him. You were lying on the floor, your heads facing the ceiling, in silence. Then suddenly Alex placed the joint in your mouth, giving you a puff, and as the smoke filled your lungs, you closed your eyes. At that moment, a calming sense washed over you, as if the worries and stress of the outside world had been temporarily suspended and time stood still. With each exhale, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, allowing you to fully embrace the tranquillity of the moment. Alex's fingers were still on your lips, and you could feel the warmth of their touch spreading through your body. Slowly, you felt your mind drift away. Your body grew more and more hotter, yet the cool air in the atmosphere made you shiver. Alex forced you to look at him and his unexpected action made you freeze. You just stared at his beautiful eyes and waited for him to say anything.

“Fuck” he sighed with a smirk “You got some soft lips there” he continued your heart racing as you tried to process his unexpected compliment. You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I'm always catching myself thinking if you could put them in good work for me,” he said and you were so surprised that you only blinked you could barely find words to respond.

“Oh, don't act so surprised luv, I know that you wanted too, I can say from the way you look at me” he added again. It wasn't that you didn't want to but you really didn't know how to react. You never believed that Alex could be so forward.

"Come here," he said, lifting himself up. You move closer to him without thinking, never breaking eye contact, and as you get closer to him you fall to your knees. Everything seemed to start dragging on a bit slower as the high settled into your mind and every touch made you shiver. "Oh, no, it's not about me tonight," he said, helping you stand up. You looked at him confused, and he kissed you passionately on your lips, catching you off guard. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden display of affection. As he pulled away, a mischievous smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "Tonight, it's all about you."

When the words left his mouth, he kissed you again, lifting you up and placing you on the nearest table. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. "Alex," a soft moan left your mouth. As his hands travelled all over your body. "What is it, doll? Tell me what you need," he asked. "I- I need…y-you" you moaned, so ashamed that you couldn't even look him in the face. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every minute passing. God, this weed was doing too much to you. "No need to tell it twice," he said, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The combination of his touch and the effects of the weed heightened your desire, leaving you craving more. A cry left your mouth as you kissed him back, and he bit your lip, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating mix. It was a moment of pure surrender, where nothing else mattered but the raw desire between you. You wrapped your leg around him as you quickly deepened the kiss. You gasped into Alex's mouth as you felt his hands touch up and down your back.

Without even realising it, your top and your bra were lying scattered in the studio while Alex's mouth took one of your nipples between his teeth and pulled hard, gazing up at you as you cried out of pleasure and pain. Your back was arching from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and all this attention in your sweet spot was making you soak through the fabric of your undies. His hands were hugging your boobs perfectly as he was teasing you, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes. The combination of his skilled mouth and expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fiery desire within you. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, losing yourself to Alex, which left you breathless and yearning for more.

"Al, p-please. You're teasing me so much." You pleaded with a desperate voice, your words laced with a mixture of need and anticipation. Alex's eyes met yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desires and with a wet pop, he let go of your breasts. The waiting was maddening, every nerve in your body on edge as you watched him slowly remove his hand from your breast and lower it between your legs. He smirked, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you craved his touch the most. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the fabric, sending a shock of electricity through your body. He lowered himself, and his hot breath was hitting your clothed pussy sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you," he whispered seductively. You could hardly find the words to respond, but the ache in your core fueled your determination.

"I need your touch," you managed to utter, your voice trembling with tension. With that, he lifted your skirt and slid his fingers beneath your panties granting you the pleasure you craved, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"You're so wet for me," Alex said, thrusting two fingers into you. As your hands grabbed his hair, his thumb slid to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you. Your spine arched and your legs sought to close as he curled his fingers in the perfect position. He looked up at you, disappointingly shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart come on, I know you can do better than that," he said wanting to continue pushing you to your limits.

“Close your feet again and I'm going to stop,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.

With his jawline sharp, he placed his hands on your back as he pushed you to the edge of the table. You could feel the pressure building in your muscles and the passion surging through your veins. He helped you take your panties off, and he lowered himself between your legs.

You gasped and rolled your eyes back as his tongue touched your clit. His hands gripped your thighs and held them open for him, so tightly that you swear it'll leave a mark on your skin. As he continued to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue touched you in all the right spots. With your hands pulling the back of his head, you pushed your hips into his mouth as he thrust the tip of his tongue into you. Alex groaned against you, and the pleasure reached all the way to your core.

He rubbed his thumb on your clit again, making you see stars. Your body trembled in pleasure as you cried out his name. He was looking at you and, he couldn't help but enjoy having such power over you.

“A-Alex, please” you whispered.

“Please what doll?” he asked teasing you.

“Ple-please, don't stop” You paused not being able to utter a phrase with his face between your legs.

“I'm gonna cum Al- please, d-don't stop” you continued as one of your hands gripped the table tightly.

Alex moaned as your orgasm landed on his tongue, the sweet taste lingering in his mouth as he sucked the juices. The heat of the moment overwhelmed both of you, leaving you breathless and craving for more. He pulled away, gently placing your shaking legs down. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. You felt your juice running out of your thighs, and your mind was all over.

You only came back to reality when he helped you turn around and bent you over the table, ready to take you from behind. When your breasts touched the cold furniture, you gasped at the sensation.

“We are not done, luv,” he said with a playful grin. You weren't able to respond but you needed him, you wanted to feel him inside you, all the anticipation that your previous action gave you and the high feeling of the joint that you two smoked made you even more hornier, longing for his touch. Eager to feel him again you pushed your hips against him, causing friction as his bone teased your entrance, he then backed up and let a spank fall in your ass. It was so unfair, he was fully dressed when you were wearing nothing but a skirt that was barely covering anything because he turned it up.

The painful sense sent a rush of pleasure through your body, and a cry left your lips. You closed your legs, trying to get some relief. But again, that gave you another spank.

“Please” you begged again, hoping for mercy. And then the sound of Alex unzipping his pants was like harmony in your ears.

“Someone is getting needy” he whispered and when he pushed his member inside of you, burying himself fully, you both moaned.

“Ugh- Al” you moaned as waves of euphoria washed over you. Your legs started shaking and you couldn't bear your own weight anymore. You were a mess. Your moans, his heavy breaths and the sound of your bare skin slapping together filled the room. You could feel his dick hitting against your tight walls with each hard thrust, it was like he was doing it on purpose. You tried to make him slow down by pushing him by his chest but your attempt failed as he grabbed your hands and placed them behind your back.

“You wanted me to stop, luv,” he asked, mocking you. “N-No, just- just please…slow down” you cried out and bit your lips trying to hold yourself quiet. Another orgasm built up quickly inside of you, you were so sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure that you could barely breathe.

“What? Are you going to cum already” he said and spanked you again harder than before, making you whine even louder. You couldn't even respond to him you just nodded and murmured.

“Use your words, babe, like a good girl you are” he groaned. He was getting closer too, your walls were tightening around him and made it very difficult for him to move and not to cum right there.

“Yes. Please yes,” you screamed, and then you placed your hands where you need them the most and started playing with your clit. The pleasure intensified as you felt the waves of orgasm building within you.

But Alex still catch your action. “Such a dirty girl trying so hard to cum on my cock” he said.

He knew he had some power over you and he wouldn't stop until he had made you completely submit to his desires. You couldn't think of anything else but how close you were to your relief. Your body started to shake as the pleasure rushed all over your body. Your mind went blank and you gave yourself to him completely.

You were high, your body aching as you let go once more. Alex moan as your juices covered his cock. Your orgasm seemed to last forever. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, Alex continued to fuck you while you came and you couldn't do anything else but moaned in pleasure.

“ I- please cum inside me, I'm on the pill" you panted. And this was all Alex needed as he filled you up.

When he pulled himself out the mix of his warm release and your juice started running out of you in a sticky mess, you nearly sobbed, as he left you feeling exposed and empty.

“You did so good Y/N," he said helping you to stand up and face him, his eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

“I can't feel my feet,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he lifted you in his arms. "How does a bath sound ?" he asked as he carried you towards the bathroom.

well, my boyfriend's in a band he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

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spidernuggets · 21 days

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this is so tropey and cliché yet I cannot help but adore it sooo a calm chill peace n love pacifist type of gal who only uses computer skills/detective skills/whatnot for the titans but never violence. that is until some asshat takes jason hostage and reader to the sheer shock of everyone goes deathstroke level violent, demolishes everything, sneaks out alone to single handedly rescue jason whilst the titans are still tryna figure out a plan, and jason wakes up back in titans tower to find out that it wasn't a team effort to get him back, that reader did it all alone and killed the people who took him, jason is maybe a lil shit and is all thanks but I had the situation under control, and then he asks why she cares so much and she's like I don't but if they killed you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself 😊 👉👈

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT, BABES!!! I'M IN MY FINAL YEAR OF SCHOOL, AND I HAVE EXAMS LIKE EVERY WEEK REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CRIES. ALSO, the first part of this fic is kinda based on Jason and Gar's little moment before they go down to the subways.

"What are you doing now, nerd?" Jason walks into the computer room where yoh sat in front of the downgraded version of the Bat Computer. He leans against the edge, budging your leg with his to get your attention.

"That name is hypocritical, theatre nerd," you bite back.

"Holy shit, they're thespians, not theatre nerds."

"Same difference. Anyways, if you must know, Arkham Asylum's system broke down. Dick asked me to help them fix it. It's fine now, but a bunch of crims broke out. Some are back in, but a few handfuls are still out there. No one above Riddler level. We'll be fine," you say, leaning back on the chair, hands resting behind your head.

"Need any help, babe?" He asks.

You'd be a pathological liar if you said all the nicknames he gave you didn't make your face heat up. You always liked Jason. He has the smart potential that everybody else seems to refuse to see. But you appreciate it.

You shrug. "I dunno. You can if you want, I'm just trying to find where these criminals would be next. But it just looks like they're breaking in and stealing shit from wherever. They pick one building and then move on to a whole different area," you frown, unable to find a pattern.

Jason squints at the big screen. "Hey, zoom into that street over there," he points to the corner of the city's map. You furrow your brows, but oblige. "They're not targeting random buildings, sweet thing," he mutters.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Look. See those buildings there? They already have past records of breaking and entering, and robbery. These Arkham crims are targeting untouched places." Jason says, observing the area.

You then go on your own computer, searching the history of crime through Gotham. Sure, the majority of residents were witnesses or victims to these crimes, but there's still places that have been safe for a good while.

"Hey, all these buildings. I know them." He adds. "Bruce enforced higher security. They're aiming for Wayne Enterprise sponsored buildings!"

"How did I miss that?" You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, Jason, your a bloody genius." You missed the whiplash he got, looking at you in awe for such a simple compliment. "Alright, let me just go mark these locations and I'll go and let Dick know."

"Woah, woah," Jason holds your shoulder. "He doesn't need to know. He's already so busy. I'll handle them. You said it yourself, 'we'll be fine'." He says proudly.

You sighed. "Jay, I know you'd be fine. What's not fine is knowing for a fact that you'd show no mercy and probably make all of them bite the curb." You crossed your arms, folding one leg over your other.

"Ugh, c'mon, Y/n. I promise I won't, and I promise I'll be safe. Dick and the other guys need to know that I can do shit on my own!" He starts to beg. You always knew how important Robin is to him. You were actually impressed about how passionate he was to a mask.

You sighed again, staring at the floor while thinking. "Fine. But you need to be wired. At least be in contact with me. The moment you get into trouble, you call me, I'll get the others to help."

"Why don't you just come out with me? I know you git them badass combat skills?" Then, Jason gives you those eyes for when he asks you for something, and shamefully, you always give in. Not this time.

"Jay, you know why. Even just giving someone a oetty slap just doesn't do it for me."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But if you're ready to throw a punch, make sure I'm there to see," Jason winks as he's about to leave to suit up. But you call out to him.

"Jason." He turns. "You don't need to prove yourself to anyone. Not to me at least," you gave him a sympathetic look. Jason just gives a slight nod in return before turning again and leaving to get ready.

"You sent Jason out there?!" Dick storms into your room without knocking.

You were sat on your bed, holding your hands up. "Woah, man, I could've been changing or something," you say nonchalantly. "Jason will be fine, Dick. He is capable enough of defending himself. Besides, I have him wired, so if he needs help, he can contact me." You say, eyes focused on the laptop placed on your legs.

"Okay, genius, then why did Hank inform me just now that Jason's unresponsive and that his tracker has been disconnected!" Dick yells at you. You stop typing.

"I'm sorry," you choke out a sarcastic laugh, getting off your bed, walking out of your room, Dick following suit. "What? It sounds like you're saying someone cut off all connections that Jason has to us," you said, hoping that you heard wrong or that it was some lame, insensitve prank. You walk into the debriefing room, where the other Titans were. And to prove what Dick said was true, the screens showed that there were no signs of Jason, his tracker, or his wire.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Dick replies sternly. "Jason's gone missing, possibly kidnapped. Why didn't you tell me he was going out?! Why didn't you tell us?"

Hank chimes in. "Yeah, kid. You know how reckless Jason can be-"

You chucked your laptop to the wall, completely smashing it, the screen chipping everywhere, and the keys scattering across the floor. It instantly made the room dead silent.

You stayed silent, too. You said nothing, giving the others no explanation to your sudden, quiet outburst, and headed back to your room.

From behind you can hear Dick sigh, and preoare everyone to find Jason.

You had other plans.

You didn't know where Jason could be. But from the tracker, you can pinpoint his last known location. Not that you told Dick or even Bruce, but you managed to connect your smartwatch to Jason's tracker. No, you are not a stalker... is what you always repeated to yourself. You just wanted to be the first one to always be sure that your spontaneous friend is okay. And look at what good it's doing.

Opening your closet, deep in the back, situated your throwing knives and flame thrower.

"Come to mama," you whispered. Sure, the use of violence is more or less a disturbance to you. But these assholes have your friend hostage. And you know that if you stay with the others, they'd slow you down.

You packed a backpack with everything you think you'd need, and you climbed out your window and ran to where Jason was seen last. You didn't have a hero suit of your own, seeing as you refused to kick ass with the others. Oh, well, you thought. A face mask would do you good.

You ended up in the outskirts of the city. There was no noise, and no Jason. But there was blood. Possibly his.

Unfortunately, there were only splatters and no trails that could guide you.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" A deeo, raspy voice said behind you.

You turn around and tilted your head. "Hello. I'm lookin' for a friend. About yay high, black domino mask, Christmas coloured superhero suit with an R on the left breast of the chest plate. Goes by the name Robin. You seen him anywhere?" You politely ask.

The gruffy man hummed. "Hmm. Show me what you're made of little lady, and I might spill a secret or two," he disgustingly smirks.

You shrug. "Since you asked so nicely." Swiftly, you threw a knife at him, slicing right through his shoulder as the man howls in agony.

"YOU BITCH," he screams.

You slowly walk up to him, and right as he tries to throw a punch, you dug, slicing his leg with another one of your knives, making him tumble to the concrete.

As he lays on his back, you tower over him, your foot resting on top of the knife that was impaled through his shoulder, making him cry out in pain.

"Now you listen to me, pretty little thing," you smile, mocming him. "After this, you're going to live. Because the sight of a dead body makes me gag. But the catch is," You reach for your flamethrower from your back, pointing it to the man's crotch as he whimpers in fear. "You're gonna be walkin' around with a fried dick. So what's it gonna be? Giving me a location? Or giving yourself a grilled sausage?"

You blink twice before he yells and reveals where Jason is. "Thank you so much, sweetie," you smiled, moving the flamethrower away and your foot lifting off the knife, turning to go find your friend.

He sighs out in relief, but you then turn back around. Saying nothing else, you point the flamethrower at his face, setting it off, letting the flames char his skin.

You hide behind crates in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, trying to search for Jason. You then go into a different room, and upon going in, you see a figure tied up in a chair, mouth covered in a dirty rag and a blindfold over his eyes.

My poor- shit. I mean. Poor Jason. You think.

The room was empty. It's an opportunity for you to help him. You cut the ropes, take the rag, and blindfold off.

"Jay?" You whispered. "Jason, wake up, c'mon we gotta go." It was no use.

"So you're the little gal burning up faces," another rough voice says.

You stand up straight, facing the significantly larger man in front of you. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I'm the average height," you complained, crossing your arms.

The man grunts, snapping his fingers. Then, what seemed to be a whole army of men dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits appeared from every corner, with crooked grins and nasal chuckles.

"Naw, but you'd be cut, chopped, and sliced into little pieces after we're done with you, little thing," he smiles.

"All of you against me?" You pouted. Well, that's just not fair, is it? How about a little disadvantage for you guys." You threw knives in all light sources, smashing the bulbs, now with the only source of ligbt being the moon shining out from a window or two.

You quickly whip out night vision goggles, activating them and your flamethrower ready in your hands.

You start blasting at all the men that attempt (and failed) to attack you, quickly burning their faces, hands, legs, all over their bodies.

All you could hear were the sounds of their writhing pain. You also made sure to stay close to Jason, making sure no one tried to hurt him.

Just as you were about to roast another guy, your flamethrower suddenly ran out of fuel.

"Well, shit," you muttered to yourself. "Old fashioned, it is."

You used the flamethrower itself as a combat weapon, hurling it through their guts and crotches, any of their most vulnerable areas.

The last guy to go down was the supposed leader. You smash the flamethrower into his head, probably leaving a dent, and he falls to the ground. You then take out any knives that remain, stabbing them through bith his shoulders and shins.

You took out your remaining anger and adrenaline out on him by using the flamethrower, striking it against his abdomen.

"Asshole! Perveted! Kidnapping! Ugly! Son! Of! A! Bitch!" You exclaim with every blow.

You pants, looking around the room full of unconscious men. Even the one in the cape.

You lift him up, throwing his arm over your shoulder, beginning to haul him out of the warehouse.

By the time Jason woke uo, his head was spinning, his throat was dry, and his vision was blurry. He sits uo, trying to stay still to focus his vision. He then notices that his shirt is off and his torso is bandaged. There were also many patches all over his face.

He slowly gets uo from bed, wincing at the pain. On his nightstand, he sees a glass of water, pills and a sticky note.

"Take the pill and drink all the water, theatre nerd

- Other Nerd."

Jason couldn't help but smile at the little message and consideration. He did as was told, swallowing the pill and gulping down the water.

Wanting to get into bed, he heard voices coming out of his room. He leans against his dokr, trying to listen.

"Half of those guys are in death threatening condition! The other half have permanently damaged bones! You killed a guy, Y/n! When the fuck do you even kill!" It was Dick. Who seemed pissed. Wait.

Did he just put your name and the word kill in the same sentence?

"What was I meant to do, Dick? Lock them up and wait for them to escape again? You and I both know the justice system is bullshit!" You spit back.

"That doesn't make you the judge of death, Y/n!"

"What-Fucking-Ever! Here's an idea! Maybe if you had just a little faith in Jason, he wouldn't feel the need to go out there! He was just trying to help! You're his older brother. Act like it!" You bite, not wanting to hear another word coming out of Dick's mouth, and stormed into Jason's room.

Too bad you didn't know he was leaning on the other side of the door.

He grunts heavily, and you shove the door against him.

"Shit! Jay, what the hell are you doing out of bed!" You scold him, taking him by the arm and leading him back to bed.

"Hello to you too, nerd," he mumbles, lying back down.

"You just wake up? How you feelin'?" Your hand rests against his face.

"I'm fine. What happened?" He replies groggily.

You sighed, sitting on the floor, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. "You got kidnapped. Your tracker and wire went offline."

"So what were you and Dick arguing about?" His brows knit together.

Your head tilted so that you were leaning on your cheek.

"Just tell me, nerd," he scoffed.

"Went to save you on my own. Killed a guy," you shamefully admitted.

He smiled in disbelief. "I thought I was fuckin' hallucinating. Fuck, wished I was conscious to see you in action. You didn't even need to get me, nerd. I had everything under control." He scoffs at the end.

"Mm.. Okay, Mr. black eye and stabbed stomach," you reply tiredly, while poking his nose.

Jason sighs and stares at the ceiling. "Thanks." He mutters.You smile.

"Hm? What was that?" You tease.

"I'm not saying it again. You know what I said."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." You admire the side of his face.

"Why? Why go through all that, Y/n? You haven't even punched a person in who knows how long. And suddenly you put people in the hospital and kill someone? I don't understand," Jason suddenly says, turning to face you.

You look back at him. "They took you."

He shook his head, unsatisfied. "No. That's bullshit. Gar and Conner got kidnapped once. You didn't kill people then."

You looked away. "They aren't you." You mumble.

"So what? What the hell's so special about me, Y/n? Why do you care so much?" Jason was confused. He wanted answers as to why someone could care so much for him. He wanted to know why someone who doesn't believe in violence would kill for him when even his own family couldn't.

"I don't," you tried to excuse yourself. "But if they killed you, I would've killed everyone, and the Titans, and then myself," you casually say, still avoiding his gaze.

Jason couldn't help but snicker. "Sounds very caring to me, nerd," he lowly says.

You hum. "Mm, whatever."

He then dramatically sighs. "You know what, sweetheart. It's pretty cold up here. And I assume the floor isn't as comfortable as the bed," there's a look of both want and need in his eyes.

You smile. "What? Wamt a blankie?" You teased.

"Fuck, just come up here," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You said nothing else. Just quickly obliged, going around to the other side of the bed, lying beside him.

"You're too far," he complains.

"I'm gonna mess up your bandages," you pout.

"You're so stubborn," Jason says, using his gokd arm to pull you closer, making your head lay on his chest.

"You're one to talk," you snap, though nestling your head into his warmth.

He just hums in response, letting his lips linger on the crown of your head.

I'M SORRY AGAIN, ANON. this is probably lame... and I didn't know how to end it

cries 🥲

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spectofdirt · 5 months

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So I don't actually know. How. To make this post in like a way that makes sense because hoo boy I'm running on like pure pain and spite and I have no actual knowledge of things BEYOND of what I'm reading so half of this is me glueing clues together with bullshitted facts anyways

This is the lore I got from Poltergeist's info, and some other extra things (do note that this is based off my own speculations and theories so uh have a spoonful of salt with this):

Poltergeist (name still unknown (or maybe I missed it I don't trust myself)) is a 15yo spirit who died in the 1960s and haunts her hometown, which is Broward County, Florida

Lowkey estimate her actual birthyear to be around the 1940s or 1950s but idk I never did good in math anyways

In regards to how she actually died, this is how I think shit went down:

There was beach party that was held in Fort Lauderdale, Florida during spring in some year around the 1960s.

Now Polt here isn't very fond of going outside because of how sensitive she is to the sun

But despite her condition, she always wanted to go out and enjoy life like how she sees other people do in tv.

So after hearing news about the beach party, she decided that she's going to attend it, just so that she could be like the "popular girls" (judging by her behavior and voicelines, Polt seems to have low self-esteem and always compares herself to other, mostly to actresses on tv and etc)

Now, it's pretty apparent that Poltergeist died because of drowning, it's even mentioned in her voiceline where she describes what she last saw before passing

But a part of me wants to say that Poltergeist probably died without anyone noticing, or like yknow, people didn't realized Poltergeist was drowning before it was too late.

The reason why I feel like this is the case is because a majority of Polt's voicelines hints to her wanting to be noticed/not be left behind by (Vertin)

(I have more picture references but Tumblr is mean to me so imma just type out the rest of the references)

Poltergeist Idle voiceline, continuing from the image above: "Oh my God ... Where are you? Don't leave me alone! Please..."

Poltergeist Night voiceline: "Listen! Did you hear that? The ticking sound of a clock. This... This is too quite. Nobody noticed me. Nobody looked over. I... I..."

But also I'm not that certain about it since it could be just me looking too deep into her timidly behavior

Anyways, after her death, she became the talk of her hometown for a short while, at best a couple of years if not only for a few months

A section of her 03 story interview:

Pandora Wilson: Could you tell me about tour hometown? I mean, Broward County?

Poltergeist: ...Everyone forgot about me...

Poltergeist: It was such a shocking tragedy, but no one remembers it now. They all forgot about me, like I never existed...

Pandora Wilson: Is that why you repeatedly returned to your hometown?

After seeing how she's forgotten by everyone, she returned to her hometown as a poltergeist and started to haunt people at random (there's no actual reference or mention of who she haunts so I'm just assuming it's just the county in general)

A paragraph from her 02 story:

According to the investigation record of the police in Broward County, Florida, theblocal poltergeist incidents which took place from 1960-1965 had the following similarities:

Aaaaand I guess that's it? I don't know if I missed anything important but lemme just throw in trivia facts about Poltergeist in here:

- she mentions that she has a mom but never mentions about her dad at all so I assume that her mom is a single mother? No hints whether her dad is dead, alive or a secret third option so this is the safest assumption.

- apparently??? The octopus in her hair and around her leg is also a ghost???? It was mentioned as her second item. either it points to Poltergeist being dead for a long while before returning as a spirit or something else, I have no real clue

- it's mentioned that Poltergeist picked up a third leg somewhere, specifically she "dig it". I'm just gonna guess that she picked up someone else's leg that was on the ocean floor (apparently there were a lot of drowning cases at Fort Lauderdare so it's not that surprising to find more bodies down there. I'm just curious as to why Poltergeist even took someone's leg while also forgetting that people only have 2 legs.)

And I think that's all that I have. Again, this is just my own speculations and theories, and uh yeah I guess that's all that I can find about Poltergeist from the hit game Reverse 1999. Hey Bluepoch you better give more Poltergeist content soon you better-

#poltergeist reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 #lore thoughts #theory #honestly it's a #rambles #but it still counts

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spikedlynx · 1 year

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The Alien Linguist

Zahir knew that they were getting a new crewmate, it had been the talk of the ship for weeks now. The word was that it was a human and they were going to be useful in the upcoming expedition. Being Deathworlders, opinions were split on whether or not to fear or welcome the new recruit. There were even a few bets on how long it would take for the human to do something wild and what it would be.

The captain came in, the human walking behind him. The human was looking around with an intense gaze, seeming to want to take in every little detail. Talk around the Commons quickly ceased, curiosity and apprehension filling the air.

"As I'm sure many of you are aware, we were scheduled to have a new crewmate to help with our mission. So I would like you to meet Samantha, a Linguist."

"Pleasure to meet you!" Samantha said, an eerie grin on their face. "I'm really excited to be here. You have no idea how hard it was getting a craft with a crew that defaulted to livable human conditions. I really didn't want to be stuck on a ship where I'd have to wear equipment 24/7."

"What's a 'Linguist'?" Zahir asked. They were unfamiliar with the term and a quick glance around showed that they weren't the only one.

"Right! I forgot that that might not be a familiar term for you guys. It means that I study languages and the cultures and ideologies that surround them."

"But if that's the case, then why do you want to come along for our mission? Surely it would be easier and more comfortable for you to study it on your home planet."

Samantha looked offended at that. It was like Zahir had just suggested they kill one of their pack bonded creatures.

"Absolutely not!" They said, gesturing wildly about as the continued. "I would miss so much from sitting on Earth. Like why are certain terms used, tonal indicators, body language, smells, and gestures. Not to mention I would have a hard time asking questions about it."

"Why not just rely on the universal translator?" Another crewmate asked.

"Because the universal translator doesn't tend to pick up on colloquial speech and phrases are weird things. Sometimes the most literal translation of a phrase doesn't capture the essence of the emotion behind it or there's no correlation in the translated phrase. And then there are the cases where the connotations of using one word over a different synonym change the entire meaning of a phrase. And what if you encounter a form of language that the translator doesn't have on record or the one on record is horribly outdated?"

"But then you'd be as lost as we are."

"Not necessarily. Sometimes it could be based off of a different language like how many Romance languages have similar words. I'd also have experience listening to untranslated speech so there's a higher chance that I'd recognize it as words rather than noises. But then again, there's always the chance that I'll miss something or see something that's not there."

"So why did you want to come on our expedition in the first place?"

"I noticed that interspecies crews tended to come from groups that were from similar star systems and/or similar cultures so I was curious to see if it had anything to do with the release on the universal translator. Oh! Speaking of which, would you guys mind if I interviewed you about your experiences with it? I'll protect identities of course."

As members of the crew started to ask questions, Zahir started to reflect on what Samantha had said. And they were surprised to hear the truth of their words. Maybe they could invest in learning some of the native tongues of his fellow crewmates. One thing was for sure, they were excited to see what insights Samantha would bring during their time aboard.

#humans are space orcs #humans are strange #outsider pov #hahaha I've taken way too many Anth courses #and I'm making it your problem #lynx writes

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orangeinecstasy · 6 months

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inhaler bf thoughts please please please please🙏

an: AAAHHH YES IVE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS!!! had to do ryan first because i love him so much.

ryan bf thoughts ฺ｡*:･

quality time!! he will 100% just pop over to your place so that he can be around you. he doesn’t care if you’re just sitting on the couch as long as he’s with you

move dates! can totally see him wanting to try out different theaters and maybe even a drive in. also you totally make him watch the 1996 romeo and juliet OMG AND WHIPLASH!

#1 passenger princess. he doesn’t care that you’re the one that can drive he loves it

spa days were you guys do face masks

soooo many pictures of you on his phone. we all know and love his random aesthetic instagram stories and you’d be all over them

park dates

late night music sessions where he constantly asks your opinion on lyrics or how something sounds

songs dedicated to you at shows - would put out when i’m with you from the vault just to play it for you

constantly sending you songs that remind him of you

definitely have some sort of couples item like a matching necklace or ring. but it’s something simple like a silver chain or a small band. nothing too crazy that screams i’m matching with my partner

going back to the romeo and juliet part - definitely did a couples costume based off of their party outfit

definitely soft launched the relationship. he just wants to feel like yours and his and not another third parties

definitely wants to be the little spoon after a long day. you make him feel safe and happy and he wants to be fully engulfed in that comfort

reading together

wearing each other's clothes. because he's a short king you both can totally swap clothes super easy

sending him edits you find of him on TikTok - i KNOW he thinks they're super funny and secretly LOVESSS them

calls you before every show when you're not there

museum dates-- i feel like he would want to go to an art museum most of the time, but you would drag him to a science one at least for one of the dates

baking together-- he always tries to eat the cookie dough and you always tell him he'll get sick

painting your nails together

can 100% see him wearing a ring of yours on a chain around his neck. maybe your claddagh to be a bit cheeky

when he's sitting next to you he definitely will drum on you thigh or tap his fingers against to some rhythm that's stuck in his mind

dancing in the kitchen together late at night

such a big words of affirmation guy

music store dates where you guys try out interments and pick up a few new records

so so so many coffee shop dates

wine tasting in italy

an: the other three guys bf thoughts are already in the works. i wasn't sure if i should be a nsfw section for inhaler's but lmk if you guys would be interested in that!

#inhaler #inhaler dublin #inhaler Dublin band #inhaler x reader #inhaler fanfic #inhaler image #inhaler images #eli hewson #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #robert keating #bobby skeetz #josh jenkinson #fan fiction #fan fic writing #fan fic author

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mercurygray · 22 days

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Another Fred (and Brady) Friend here:

Could you do #14, Blanket (from the second prompt list), for Fred and Brady, please? Or #36, Security (also from the second prompt list), also for Fred and Brady. Whichever gives you nice inspiration.

I love all your MOTA/BOB stories, BTW, but Fred and Brady hold a special place in my heart.

Thank you!

I hope you have a great rest of your weekend.

It was almost peaceful, up here with the rain.

Captain Becker had stood the wing down for the day on account of the storm, which seemed poised to last all day, and so the whole base had been blessed with an unexpected day off - a chance to clean guns, and mend flight suits, for the crews to work on their paperwork and Bowman on his files and more than one pilot sneak off to parts unsaid for a little unscheduled R and R.

Fred was sitting up in her bed, half-dressed and with her pillow braced against the wall, John's head heavy in her lap, a blanket pulled haphazardly over the both of them, listening to the rain thunder through the gutters at the eaves of the house. They'd had a record on, earlier, but when they'd got to the end John wouldn't let her get up to move the needle, and it was still floating, back and forth, the static hardly noticeable behind the rain. If she was lucky they wouldn't ruin the needle, but they could get another, probably - and she was a little more concerned, in the moment, about what would ruin the man on her lap.

He felt thinner, recently - she knew he ate lighter, on mission days, and they'd had a lot of those in the last few weeks. Thinner, and - and quieter, too. Less apt to pick up his clarinet, or her guitar, or even sit next to the piano downstairs and tease out whatever he was thinking as music. They'd all been sad slow songs lately - a little bit of Debussy or Satie.

"Harding wants to send us to Coombe House." His fingers traced back and forth over the top of her trouser-leg, aimlessly making shapes over the surface of the fabric.

"Oh?"

"He thinks we're losing our edge."

Fred brushed his hair back out of his face and behind his ear. "You've been flying a lot lately. You deserve a break."

"Do I? I don't feel like we're doing anything."

"You're doing plenty," she said, stroking his head like she would a cat she were intent on calming down. "Would it… be bad, taking some time away?" I'm worried about you, she wanted to say. You're not sleeping well. Your temper's shorter. And you're smoking more.

"But then we couldn't have this," he murmured, turning his face up to look at her, his hand closing around the outside of her thigh.

"Maybe I could ask for some time off," she said idly, knowing it wouldn't come to anything. "Volunteer to go help out there for a bit."

"How about we just stay here," he said, his voice somewhat sleepy, burrowing his head closer into her lap. "Where it's safe."

Sure, John, she said silently, still stroking his hair as his eyes wavered between wakefulness and sleep, until finally they closed, and his breathing leveled out. We can stay here, where you're safe.

You can read more about Fred (and Brady!) here at her masterlist.

#asked and answered #Kind Anonymous Friend #freda torvaldsen #john brady x oc

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ouroboros-hideout · 19 days

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WIP WHENEVER

@chevvy-yates tagged me for this. Thank you a lot 💚

This will be a huge wall of text aswell, since I am not really of the „visual“ side of creating atm.

Writing // Worldbuilding

I'm still writing the next two chapters for my fanfiction, but would rather briefly introduce my other OCs here (yes, Aon isn´t the only one by now). Maybe I can create all of them ingame at some point, depending on how stupid I´ll act with modding etc. when I start. Since things can change quickly in the story while I'm writing, I wouldn't say that everything is 100% set in stone, a lot of it isn't finished yet. But it's a good base. Most of them appear in my „Like Napalm“ fic. Some of them will be in my main GARMR fic aswell. So prepare for half backed character data entries and some rambling.

Gan

Gan Tomobataar, or Iron as he is usually called, is a mysterious man. Many stories surround the Mongolian giant and it always depends on who asks him whether he affirms or denies these tales. It is therefore uncertain which of them are true or fictional and he really enjoys keeping his past in the dark. He is said to have served in an elite military unit. The metal teeth that earned him his iconic nickname are said to have been lost in numerous boxing matches as he tried to turn pro to make a better life for himself and his family, and he is allegedly a descendant of Ginghis Khan (which is probably one of his favorite rumors). One can assume that his closest confidants have more clarity, but none of them would dare say a word about it. Undeniably true is that he has two brothers, of whom he is the second-born. Together with them, he leads one of the largest nomadic clans in eastern Europe and Asia. The Tomobataar nomads are divided into three large families, each led by one of the three brothers. Iron's family stays mainly in Mongolia and Russia, but he would also travel to more distant parts of the Soviet Union for profitable contracts. He doesn't have many vices, but one of them is definitely greed.

By sheer luck, at least that's what he claimed, he picked up Aon on the street when she was trying to flee Moscow on her own. He promised to protect her from the Secret Police and other bounty hunters if she proved to be a useful member of his clan. However, his methods for testing her worth would put the young woman to the test.

Yakov

Yakov always had problems finding his place in the world. He grew up in St. Petersburg, studying or an education other than working in his father's car repair shop were never an option financially, but the young man always yearned for something greater than being stuck in the alleys and streets of his childhood. He decided to join the military when he was old enough, but was discharged immediately after basic training for insubordination and general unsuitability. What remained for him was to work in his father's garage until he died after a long illness. Yakov tried to keep the store running on his own for a while, but he found it difficult to do good business without proper management and eventually had to sell the store. This was followed by a relatively dark period. He saw himself as a failure, was unable to find a new job and drank away the money he had received for the workshop in the bars in his neighborhood. One evening, a man came into his local pub. His car had broken down outside, he wouldn't get any further that night and kept him company for a few hours. The next day, Yakov repaired his car for the man called Gan and left the town with him to live with the Tomobataar nomads.

Gregori

Gregori's mother, a singer from New York, came to the Russian capital for a gig and met a military officer there. The two got together and the result was little Greg. Shortly afterwards, however, the couple fell apart and she took her son back to America, where he spent most of his childhood and youth being raised by babysitters and nannies, while the singer preferred to spend her time on tour or in the recording studio. Gregori at least inherited much of her creativity, starting to make music himself at an early age and drawing a lot. Just what small children do when they need to keep themselves busy.

When he was 16 years old, his mother died of an overdose. As she never bothered to write down a testament or anything similar, her entire fortune goes to her greedy manager, who leaves Gregori penniless.

The boy, who has spent his whole life sheltered without much contact with the outside world, is left with nothing and doesn't know exactly what to do. So he scrapes together the last of his money and buys a ticket to Moscow, where he tries to find his father, but in vain. He quickly goes off the rails, barely speaks a word of Russian, is recruited by a gang and gets exploited. An arms deal with a group of nomads goes wrong, a shootout ensues and Gegori is the only one left of the gang because he hides instead of fighting. Yakov, who was on the other side of the deal, takes pity on him and eventually takes him to his new family where he tries to find his place within the group.

Anna

Anna grew up with the Tomobataar nomads from an early age. Her parents were killed in a botched mission when she was just four years old. Iron, who in a way blamed himself for this, took on a guardianship for her and looked after the little girl like the apple of his eye. As the years passed and Anna grew older, the relationship between her and her foster father changed. He became increasingly demanding, punished misbehavior and put the still young girl under pressure. Aon, who had already earned her place in the clan by this time, could not tolerate this behavior as she herself had grown up under similar circumstances. No one else in the clan interfered with Iron's "parenting methods", which is why she ended up doing it. Anna and Aon then became inseparable and she naturally followed her later when they left the clan along with many others.

Anatoly

Anatoly, or Tolik as Aon calls him, belongs to the Russian working class in Moscow and cannot claim to own much. As a boy, he dreamed of studying mechanical engineering in order to open his own workshop or business. A dream that his father would never have been able to afford in this life. So after school, Tolik started working at his father's scrap yard on the outskirts of Moscow, not an easy job. He regularly drives into the city to pick up old components and scrap metal from SovOil and other big corporations, where he meets Alyona one day. The two strike up a conversation, exchange banter and hit it off straight away, which over time develops into a teenage love story. Aon spends a lot of time with him at the scrapyard, where she can test and improve her skills on old machines and has a place to hide from her hated stepfather. He, in return, benefits from the knowledge she brings with her from university, and his dream of building his own big thing soon becomes her dream too. Together they consider leaving the city at some point and make plans for the future

unnamed_chromed_up_terrifying_SovOil_Secret_Police_agent

Yea well, I don't know yet how to call him. After Aon has fled Moscow, the officers of the normal police force give up the search for her, as it theoretically no longer falls within their area of responsibility. However, since Kristof claims that Aon stole the data he wanted to sell to Petrochem, SovOil is naturally very interested in finding her and the data chip. So they send a Secret Police agent after her, who, together with a small unit, tries to track her down. He actually already had a kind of "Easter Egg" appearance in my other AU. He would have been the agent sitting next to Kurt if he hadn't switched the cards on the table. Funny how differently things can go. Anyway, he doesn't really have much of a backstory other than he used to work for the KGB and is a bloodthirsty hound dog who chases Aon halfway across the country (spoiler: and finds her). If I were to compare him to another character from movies etc, he would probably have the closest vibe to Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds. The character was very well written, even though I would probably make my namesless_pig a bit younger than him. But since he'll be pumped full of cyberware anyway, it probably doesn't matter much in the end. It's just supposed to be a fucking horrible character and Aon's nightmare.

Robert Walker

Robert is one of the key-characters in my main fanfiction. I haven't thought about him in depth yet, but the general concept is there. He's a British journalist and photographer who wanted to go high by exposing wrongdoings in society. For him, there is nothing more exciting than achieving "fame and notoriety" as a whistleblower. He's not necessarily stupid or doesn't know what he's doing, he's just unlucky. He gets into trouble with the wrong people and upsets the even worse ones, which is why he has to flee the UK and ends up in NC. There he tries to start over and stay out of trouble. However, he soon develops an "unhealthy" obsession with Kurt Hansen. He is incredibly fascinated by him and spends every free minute in Dogtown so that he can perhaps take a photo (or two, or ten) of his idol. At some point, he goes so far as to seek direct contact and wants to interview him. Kurt is flattered at first, but has little desire to reveal information about himself in some strange blog or gossip magazine. But that didn't stop Robert from continuing to stalk him and even trying to become a member of Barghest. At some point, Hansen got too pissed off and gave him the choice of leaving Dogtown or catching a bullet. Robbie chose the second option. After all, he hadn't forbid him to camp outside the gates of Dogtown, had he?

Technically I could tell something about Aon´s mom and her stepfather too, but I don´t have that much yet. So will keep em for the next WIP together with the other OCs for my main fic. There will be three more. A general, a corpo guy and the last is still up for discussion with my brain. Considering somekind of warlord or a netrunner.

Art

I tried to do something different than a full rendered piece of artwork. I am not yet confinced that I like it. I like, that it was finished really fast lmao but...I dunno.

Aon and Tolik - 2055

But happy that Aon is actually recognizable in the end. During the process she looked so much like So Mi at a point that my brain went: WHO ARE YOU GIRL. But I like the long hair. Will give it back to her in her 2078+ appearance. Not exactly like this, but longer than her normal style.

Not quite sure about Anatoly tho. I mean, he looks like this in my head, but I will reconsidere if he will get some cyberarms. He is poor like a mouse, so probably can´t afford expensive tech like this, but he feels kind of „empty“ without anything.

Congrats and huge thanks if you read this far. Brainrot stronk!

Tagging some ppl aswell. Everyone else is invited too to show off some awesome stuff ofc, no pressure as always!

@blackrevell @olath124 @cyberholic77 @cybervesna @pinkyjulien @theviridianbunny @therealnightcity @wanderingaldecaldo @miss--river @barghestapologist @kdval @streetkid-named-desire @aggravateddurian @androgymess

#wip whenever #worldbuilding #writing stuff #art stuff #oc stuff

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arkiwii · 6 months

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Explanation for why I'd want them under the cut

Eyjafjalla i just love this character. that's all. thanks bye for real, i just appreciate her and she's one of the few 6* i would love to roll. she got her banner during the Cantabile accident tm, if you remember, and was in the cert shop. at this time, i HAD 180 yellow certificates, I COULD have bought her, but since Cantabile trolled me, i spent those certificates in headhunts permits. im salty about it and this fact haunts me everyday. gameplay wise, she's a character i don't really need. i already have Goldenglow, and Ceobe, for AOE i have Mostima, so I never really had the need to get another caster. she has her own niche, but i always have been fine with borrowing her as a support but man i want the funny sheep

Thorns also a guy i missed on his banner twice, but this time i just shrugged it off. it's not a character i'm really interested to get for his character, other than "Elysium's buddy so they can be together", and for the memes, but otherwise, i don't know much about him the actual reason i'd want him is gameplay wise, he's the absolute opposite of Eyja on this point. i don't have any 6* lord, so no Silverash or Quibai, and he's just perfect for AFK strategies because i'm lazy. a lot, maybe way too much, i told myself "god i wish i had Thorns". plus i have no friend with a S3M3 Thorns (my friend list is full, F) he's quite a must for gameplay, even tho i have other really good guards (Blaze and Irene, and Lappland can somewhat replace Thorns quite well)

Mountain now that guy is the mix of both. very cool in character, very cool in gameplay. he's Silence's big kitty son and i want to have all of her adopted family in my base so of course i'd want the cat. and while i spoiled myself his files, i haven't read his operator records yet, which i'd love to do when i'll get him gameplay wise, i wouldn't say i really need him when i have Blaze, and i rarely borrowed a support Mountain, but he's obviously very cool for AFK/annhilations, and a very cool lane holder. i have Mudrock for it as well, but i struggle to use her correctly, i may be stupid, plus she costs a shiton of DP compared to The Rock kitty

the secret fourth option is my intrusive thoughts telling me to get Saria/Ifrit's potential but i will resist

#arknights #i am once again being indecisive

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dailydragon08 · 1 year

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The Right Moment

See my masterlist and read on AO3 here.

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: You and Luke try to improve your track record with cliffs--and he has a not-so-little surprise in store for you. Warnings: none, other than maybe a steamy makeout session and tooth-rotting fluff. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Also windswept Luke is so adorable I can’t get over it (please tell me I’m not the only one).

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You tugged Luke’s hand as you climbed the crudely made mountain path to what was now one of your favorite spots on Ahch-To. You’d discovered it while exploring the other day as Leia, Han, Chewie, and the others finished getting all the information they could from the abandoned imperial base. Luke had been meditating and you didn’t want to disturb him, so went off on your own and found the most peaceful spot with the best view.

“Are you sure about this?” Luke asked as he trailed behind you. “We don’t have the best history with cliffs, you know.”

“I know, but I wanted to change that—and you’ll love this view, I promise.”

You felt him squeeze in close behind you as the path narrowed. “I like my current view just fine.”

You turned to give him a fond eye roll and shake of your head as he grinned. You suddenly gasped as you stumbled slightly and may have even plummeted down the rockface if it weren’t for Luke’s strong hands steadying your waist.

“Careful, starflower.” He chuckled. “See? Terrible track record.”

“Well, it’s your fault,” you grumbled, taking his hand and resuming your trek with your eyes now firmly focused on your feet.

He laughed and his voice rose an octave. “What? How is it my fault?”

“Well, if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t have gotten distracted!”

“Oh, look who’s talking.”

You chuckled as you reached the landing you’d spent so much time on earlier. The vast ocean waves crashed against the mountain below, their gentle thundering relaxing your mind. You glanced up as a bird took flight from a nest in a ledge above you, its babies following awkwardly behind it. You breathed deeply and smiled at their cute, fuzzy bodies doing their best to stay afloat on the wind.

You turned to see Luke staring out over the waters, completely mesmerized, but found you liked this view even better. As the sun began its descent, it cast everything aglow and he looked almost God-like in the golden light, his blue eyes bright and soft hair blowing in the wind. He took a few steps in front of you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He’d forgone his jacket and was just in a simple black shirt and you couldn’t help but admire the strong curve of his back through the fabric. He inhaled deeply before blowing it all out in a calming exhale and you could tell he needed this just as much as you. With the empire nearly gone and the New Republic ready and waiting in the wings, you were all so close to your goal, but now deeply felt your exhaustion.

The wind picked up and you dropped Luke’s hand to gather your hair behind you. Before you could slide the hair tie off your wrist, however, he turned to you and gently grabbed your wrists. “No, keep it down. It’s pretty.”

You laughed. “It’s going everywhere and is probably a mess.”

He moved to stand directly in front of you so both your sides were facing the ocean and smiled softly, gently moving some hair away from your neck and tucking it behind your ear. “No, it’s beautiful…like the rest of you.”

You stared at him for a moment, sure the love in your eyes was mirroring his own. You took a step closer and pressed your chest flush against his as his arms wrapped around your waist. You let yours slowly slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders and couldn’t help but just stare. You’d brought him up here to admire the scenery of Ahch-To, but now it felt more like a backdrop for him. His eyes looked especially blue in the setting sun’s light, and you marveled at the way his golden hair danced across his forehead.

Your eyes followed your fingers as they weaved into the hair at the nape of his neck before meeting his eyes again. Your face fell as you noticed the intensity of his gaze and the tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and laughed as you gently wiped a tear away. “Nothing, you just…you look so beautiful. I love you so much.”

You struggled to hold back your own water works. “I love you too, handsome.”

“I mean it, you look…” he paused and let out a shuddery breath. “Maker, you don’t even look real.”

You beamed, laughing softly and cradling his face in your hands. You tilted your forehead against his and he sighed, holding you even tighter as his cybernetic weaved into your hair. He’d forgone the glove like he always did when it was just the two of you, and gently stroked your jaw with his thumb. He planted a soft, but passionate kiss to your lips, lingering against you and sighing into your mouth.

There was silence for a moment after you broke away. You let yourself sink deep into the Force and enjoyed the feeling of him around you and could feel him doing the same. “You really do look…just…in this lighting…”

You opened your eyes and pulled back to look at him, tracing the curve of his neck with your fingers. “Look what?”

He shook his head, at a loss for words for a moment. “Ethereal.”

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks now sore from how much you were smiling. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

His thumb traced a path under your eye to gently flick your earlobe. “I’m not trying to. I just…We’ve all been so busy and things have been so dangerous the last few years. Just knowing it’s finally coming to a close is…” he laughed, “inspiring me, I guess.”

You couldn’t resist kissing him again. “It’s been a lot. But…I’m glad I did it all with you.”

“I’m so glad you’ve been here. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You stared at him for a moment, committing the sky blue of his eyes to memory before laying your head against his chest and watching the sun sink even further below the horizon. He kissed your forehead before pressing his cheek to your hair, his hands moving to smooth up and down your sides and back.

After several minutes—you weren’t sure how long—of silence, you finally said, “Is this easing your fear of cliffs?”

He laughed. “I don’t have a fear of cliffs. We just seem to always get in trouble on them.”

You hummed as you nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll try not to fall off this one.”

He snorted. “Don’t jinx us.”

You tilted your head up to look at him and he met your gaze, a smile gracing his face as his eyes held you softly. He seemed to have a talent for holding you in his eyes—something you’d never experienced with a lover before, and you would forever cherish it. You tangled your fingers in his hair again and kissed him, reveling in the feel of him squeezing you tightly and returning the gesture with enthusiasm. You doubted you’d ever tire of his taste, his smell, or the feel of him both under your fingers and through the Force. After three blissful years, he felt like a part of you and had admitted on several occasions that he felt the same about you. You tried your best to convey that with your body as his lips slid in perfect synchrony with yours. You gently reached out through the Force and could feel his love flow back to you, along with a sudden nervousness that perplexed you.

Your lungs finally burned enough to force you to break for air. He panted a bit with you and laughed breathlessly. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, just as out of breath. “I just wanna kiss you forever.”

He held your gaze for a moment and your heart skipped a beat at the blush that suddenly bloomed up his neck and the tips of his ears. “You could…if you wanted to.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly in your confusion. “Kiss you? I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“No, I mean…” he took a deep breath, “the forever part.” Before you could formulate a response, he continued, suddenly shy. “You’ve made my life incredible and I’m so glad I found another Jedi—and that Jedi was you. You’re so…” he stuttered an inhale again, his eyes glassy, “brave and selfless and kind and just…you have the most wonderful soul, wrapped in the most beautiful person in the entire galaxy.”

You didn’t bother to hold back the sudden flow of emotion from the Force. “Luke…”

“I…” he glanced behind him and stepped out from the circle of your arms. “I didn’t really have a plan fully formed yet and I hope this is all right, but…this just feels like the right moment.”

You frowned. “For what—” You felt your eyes nearly bug out of your head as he got down on one knee, pulling a small box out of his pocket. Your hand that wasn’t clasped in his flew to your mouth of its own accord. “Kriff, Maker, Luke.”

He gently flicked the lid open to reveal a simple, elegant, and timeless band with three stones in the middle: a circular centerpiece with two smaller stones bordering it, all your favorite color.

You were already nodding before he could even say anything and he emitted a watery laugh. “Will you marry me?”

“YES!” You crashed against his chest, sending you both tumbling to the ground.

He held you tightly and laughed, and you could feel his elation through the Force. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you repeated, pulling back and kissing him hard.

The beam that overtook his face would’ve been enough to make anyone giddy—and knowing it was now all yours, forever, made your stomach somersault in a way that jerked tears from your eyes. He carefully sat you both upright and took the ring from the box, tenderly sliding it on your left ring finger and letting out a relieved breath. “Perfect fit.” He reached up to wipe a few of your tears away with his thumb. “Do you like it?”

You nodded. “It’s perfect. Where did you even find this?”

“Do you remember when we went to Naboo and the Naberries gave Leia our mother’s wardrobe? This was one of her rings. She couldn’t wear it since their marriage had to stay a secret, but my father bought it for her for their wedding ceremony.”

Your heart swelled. “Are you sure you want me to have it? Leia’s okay with this?”

He nodded. “She even helped me pick it out.”

Your mind flashed back to your most recent Naboo excursion. “Wait, when she very loudly said the ring didn’t fit her, shoved it on my hand, and yelled out the size—”

Luke chuckled. “We may have been conspiring.”

You laughed and shook your head, sniffling as you admired how the last rays of sun reflected off his cheekbones. “I love you so much.”

He rested a hand on the small of your back as the other cupped your cheek. “I love you, too.” He laughed. “And I can’t wait to marry you.”

You buried your face in his shoulder as he squeezed you tightly. You would’ve been content to hold him forever, but darkness was beginning to settle over the planet and traveling the already hazardous footpath in the dark probably wasn’t the best idea. “So does this mean you like cliffs better now?”

He laughed, giving you a gentle pat on the butt like he always did when it was time to extract yourself from his lap. The pair of you helped each other stand and he placed one final kiss on your lips. “Yes, this definitely helps the track record—but we should head back before something happens, just in case. Plus, Leia’s going to be thrilled.”

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omg molly look at this

FullyFocusedOnNought•2 mo. ago

A few things that raise suspicion that some kind of foul play was at hand (only listing things that have been confirmed by multiple sources, police reports, taped records, etc):

Kurt Cobain did a huge (allegedly very lethal) amount of heroin, then shot himself, which is not only extremely rare - the two acts in combination, I mean - but also pretty hard to do

His heroin paraphernalia was neatly packed away in its box after he injected himself with an absolutely massive dose of heroin

His sleeves were rolled down (I believe)

The gun casing was on the wrong side

Someone had slashed the tyres on Kurt Cobain's car

The suicide note reads much more like a letter of resignation to fans, except for the part in what looks a lot like different handwriting

Their lawyer and family friend, Rosemary Carroll, confirmed on tape that Courtney Love had a bag with a handwriting practice sheet in it

Courtney Love called in the police report to say he was missing but gave Kurt Cobain's mum's name, not her own (the policeman, Terry O'Connor maybe, who she named in the report and was friends with, was later killed in one of the only fatal police shootings in Seattle at that time)

Kurt is confirmed to have spoken to Cali, the nanny and ex-boyfriend of Courtney Love who was living in the house at the time, and his girlfriend, yet this was never mentioned by Courtney Love, who exchanged several phone calls with Cali

Cali's girlfriend, Jessica Hopper, left in a hurry and vomited in the driveway on her way out

Cali left a really suss note on the stairs at this time - worth a read

Cali was immediately sent to LA to go to rehab on Courtney Love's dime

Kurt Cobain's friend, Dylan Carlson, who bought the gun, also received a lot of money from Courtney Love

Courtney Love knew the coroner who did the autopsy (he also fled across the country and died in some weird base jumping accident, though I am guessing this was just a coincidence)

Kurt was planning to quit Nirvana, potentially losing millions of dollars in the process

Kurt had contacted their lawyer about getting a divorce around two weeks before his death: Courtney Love stood to lose millions if they divorced as they had a pre-nup. With his death, she inherited half his estate and was set for life

Courtney Love lied about Rome - she described a suicide note, but then also said that it was about getting a divorce

After leaving rehab, Kurt Cobain actually tried to contact Courtney Love at her hotel, and also spoke to other people - he was not, in any real sense, missing

Punk rocker El Duce claimed that Courtney Love offered him 50,000 dollars to kill Kurt Cobain - El Duce was one crazy dude, but his story was corroborated by the owner of the Rock Shop, where it was alleged to have happened, and El Duce also passed a lie detector test (again, not proof, but an indication of some kind)

El Duce let slip the name 'Allen' to a BBC documentary maker, Nick Broomfield. Then, not long after, in a local interview (available online), he said the name Allen Wrench, one of his good friends

I believe the next day, El Duce was dead, decapitated by a train after allegedly falling asleep on a train track. Confirmed as the last person to see him alive: Allen Wrench

Allen Wrench then got a Lexus, a new recording studio and toured Europe with his low-grade band

Kristen Pfaff, who was rumoured to be in love with Kurt Cobain and who had been threatened by Courtney Love in the past, soon quit Courtney Love band's Hole, where she had been the bassist. She returned home to get clean and rejoin her old band. She then died of a heroin overdose when she went back to Seattle to pick up her stuff. Her diary was found with the pages from the week that Kurt Cobain died ripped out.

Courtney Love recently settled a very similar case with her daughter's ex-husband, Isaiah Silva

Also, I really recommend checking out the artwork of Michael 'Cali' DeWitt, who is confirmed to have been in the house at the time of Kurt Cobain's death.

Things in favour of it being a suicide: Kurt Cobain suffered from depression, had marital problems and was having trouble trying to escape Nirvana, too.

So, you know, both options are possible, but to me one explanation explains away a lot, whereas the other one really doesn't. Kurt Cobain was certainly prone to erratic behaviour and depression, but Courtney Love shaped the narrative of a suicidal person before, during and after this period to such an extent that it made it extremely hard for most people to look at the case objectively - from the very first instant, with Rome, the missing person report filed under a false name and other police incidents, people were led to look at the case in a particular way that may not have been wholly accurate.

At the very least, I believe that people who ask some questions should not be dismissed out of hand.

Dandy, oh my god. That's so interesting like actually. Oh my god wow ok i am totally on your side now she definitely killed him! The DIARY??? THE HANDWRITING???? THERES NO WAY SHE DIDNT KILL HIM

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Flightless Bird | five | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

Jake didn’t expect to see Jose in front of the large hallway mirror, in a tank top, when he got home. She shifted, turning to the side a little before frowning. He watched as she grabbed the stomach of the shirt and pulled, almost seeming to be trying to stretch it out.

“You have some serious frown lines, Jose,” Jake spoke up from his spot.

“I think you’re going to need to tell Phoenix,” Was her only reply, shifting again.

“Tell her what exactly?”

She turned to face him and pointed to her stomach, “I’m starting to show. Like, show…so I feel like you probably need to tell your girlfriend that your roommate is- that I’m,” She paused, her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, “Well…that I’m pregnant.”

“You just said-” He shook his head, stepping closer to her.

She looked just as shocked as Jake. Hell, she felt more shock than he could. She tried not to shake as her hand found its way to the small little bump. So small, but just large enough that she wasn’t looking bloated as much. Jose was starting to actually look pregnant. Look it, and feel it.

“I should start feeling it move soon,” She told him, sounding very dazed, “And um, if it cooperates, I should find out what it is in the next week or two.”

“So, you’re ready for this? I mean I can be happy Uncle Jake and start buying shit?”

“Maybe hold off on buying things,” She couldn’t help the smile that started to spread across her face, “Jake, I’m having a baby.”

He let out a happy laugh and ran to pick her up. She was laughing and crying, happy but still scared shitless. But this was her baby, her chance at being a mother. She squeezed Jake tightly, so thankful that he was here.

“I just…I don’t want you to have to keep this from her any longer, because I know how much you love her. But also, selfishly, I’m going to need a girl in my corner. Just please, make sure she knows it stays between us three. I’m still not ready for the whole world to know.”

“You have my word,” He swore, “Just us, no one else.”

Jose knew he wanted to tell everyone, because he hated having to keep something like this a secret. He was proud and excited. None of his sisters had their own children yet. What Jose didn’t know was that he already had a small, exceptionally soft teddy bear tucked away in the back corner of his closet just waiting. He bought it within the first few weeks of her being there. In his spare time, when he wasn’t on base or with Phoenix, and Jose was already asleep, he would research the best cribs, strollers, and car seats. He wanted to be prepared.

“For the record, I think you look fantastic. Hell, you look exactly like you did in high school,” Jake shrugged.

“You’ve been conditioned to say that,” Jose laughed, “Admit it, I’m starting to look like the Pillsbury Doughboy. My stomach is growing and my boobs are becoming an issue.”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to comment on your boobs anymore, Jose.”

She smacked his shoulder. He laughed and tucked her under his arm, gently kissing the top of her head. He liked having her in his house. He liked the way she livened up the place, and brought a touch that it was once missing. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until she was suddenly here again.

“Do you mind if I go over to Phoenix’s tonight? I can come home early if I need to.”

“No, go spend time with her. I’m probably just going to go for a walk and head to bed. This thing is sucking all of the life out of me.”

“Jose?” He questioned a few minutes later, after they moved to separate parts of the house.

He heard a hum from her, indicating that she was listening from her spot in the kitchen, “For the record,” He continued, “You’re going to be an amazing mother. That baby is already so damn lucky to have you.”

She sniffed, trying not to allow herself to cry. Hormones had been doing an absolute number on her, yesterday she wanted to throw away a pillow simply because it wouldn’t fluff right on her bed. Luckily Jake stepped in before she could physically tear the damned thing apart.

“You’re going to be a hell of an uncle, Jake,” She told him, meaning every word.

“Damn right I will be,” Jose could hear his stupid smile without even having to turn around to see it.

She sighed, “If only I had your confidence, Jake.”

She heard his footsteps before he leaned down to kiss her cheek, “Well, can’t have everything now can you? I’m going to head over to Phoenix’s, but call me if you need me to come home, okay? She’s just right down the street.”

She jokingly shoved him again, “Go hang out with your girlfriend. Oh, and do me a favor use a condom, okay? We only need one baby at a time.”

His laughter was loud enough to echo through the entire house, “God I’ve missed having you around, Jose. I’ll see you later, love you both!”

Love you both…Jose felt her heart swell. Both. Her and the little baby inside her. There were still a lot of things she couldn’t come to terms with yet. Michael being one of them, but she would figure all of that out later. One thing she knew, the sooner the divorce was finalized the better. She didn’t want to be a Miller anymore, she didn’t want her baby to be one either. They were Wilsons. Good old Texas Wilsons.

Yet, as much as she loved Texas, Jose couldn’t imagine raising her child there. Not near her own mother, who would constantly scrutinize every decision Jose would make. Not when the entire town would pick sides, because Michael would definitely twist the events around so he looked like the good guy and she looked like the villain in the story.

Jose waited twenty minutes before pulling on an old oversized sweatshirt and grabbing her set of house keys. The sun was slowly starting to set, casting a beautiful golden glow. In just a couple of months she would be able to watch the sunset with her baby in her arms. Even if she still couldn’t fully believe it was happening.

She enjoyed the short walk to the park, taking in the fresh air and cool breeze. No matter what, she was glad her baby would have a chance to love nature as much as she did and not grow up in stuffy god awful Manhattan.

There would still be a very hard conversation in the future though. She didn’t know what her and Bradley were to one another, but she knew they cared for each other in their own ways. But she didn’t know how he would react to her…condition. Selfishly, she liked the way he looked at her now and she knew the second she told him he wouldn’t look at her that way again.

No one wanted a woman pregnant with another man’s baby.

Yes, a man could love another man’s child. But this was different. She felt like this would be harder somehow. Somehow, she felt like the possibility of Bradley walking away would hurt more than Michael ever could. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she cared for Bradley.

“You look like shit,” Jose told the pilot when she got close enough, “Rough day at office?”

He laughed and scooted over on the bench, “Yeah something like that. Maverick beat the shit out of us in the air.”

“Jake seemed fine enough.”

“Hangman was Mav’s wingman, so yeah I guess he was fine.”

“Oh. I assume that was rough.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face,” There was a time that Hangman probably would’ve been able to shoot me down in a couple of seconds..”

“Not anymore though?” Her eyebrows raised, a hint of intrigue.

“There was a mission a couple of months back that sort of changed all of us. A life or death kind of thing.”

Jose thought for a moment before remembering the award she saw tucked in the back of Jake’s closet last week while she was doing laundry. The date on it was this year, and it seemed to be for some kind of heroics. But Jake didn’t like to talk about work with her, if you could even call what he did work. Because to her, calling what he did in the Navy ‘work’ just seemed like it was undervaluing all of it.

“Is that what the award in the back of his closet is for?” She questioned.

“He- That ass has it in his closet? Wait, how do you know?”

She shrugged, “I do laundry sometimes. Trying to pull my own weight, I don’t have a job so it’s not like I can help pay bills. So I do housework.”

“Why his closet though? He- fuck he saved my life and he hides it in his closet?”

Jose couldn’t tell if Bradley was mad. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all. But she knew that Bradley didn’t know how Jake really was when it came to talking about his life in the air. He might act like he loved the praise, but in all reality he hated it.

“He doesn't like talking about all of that,” She told him honestly, “You might not get to see that side of him, but when he’s not with all of y’all, he hates the praise. I hardly know anything about his career because I nearly have to beat information out of him.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about the same man? Because Seresin lives off of the attention and praise.”

“No, not really. I think it actually makes his skin crawl. When he was first starting out, sure he might have needed it. His dad is a dickhole, so he didn’t get a lot of validation as a child. But I don’t think he really wants the praise at all anymore. He’s good, and he knows it. But, between you and me, I think he’d be happy to literally fly under the radar some days and just… be.”

Bradley was silent for a minute before shaking his head. He was trying to clear away the fog that somehow settled over him. He could see it though, the unease that Hangman had sometimes. He noticed it in a few briefings over the last few months, when the heroics of the shot that saved Bradley and Mav were brought up. Hangman would clench his fists or else his fingers would start twitching. Sometimes his legs would start bouncing. For just a split second or two, he would lose that stone exterior.

“How is it possible that you somehow see a whole different side to him than the rest of us?” Bradley finally asked her.

“Probably because I’ve known him since we were shitting diapers together,” She shrugged, “When you know someone for that long, you trust them. But don’t be fooled, I think Phoenix sees that side too. Maybe even a different side of him than I’ve ever seen. Human beings are multifaceted, remember?”

He laughed briefly before turning towards her, “So what side of you am I getting to see?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She felt his hand gently grab hers, squeezing softly. She wasn’t ashamed of her smile though. She liked the feeling of his hand against hers. Jose liked knowing that he wanted to hold her hand, at the very least.

“What happened to you staying away from me?” He suddenly asked her, “Because you keep coming back time and time again, and then it’s like you suddenly realize this self imposed rule.”

“I should stay away,” She agreed, “But it’s like I can’t. I could try…I have tried. But I can’t, and I don’t like it. It scares me, because I feel like I’m turnin into my mama. Because for some reason I feel like I would risk it all to be with you, and I hardly know you. And shit, there are a lot of things in my life that are complicated, but it doesn't feel complicated when I’m with you.”

Their silence was broken by the sound of the wind through the trees. Jose tilted her face up, letting the sun warm it and wind blow gently across it. Bradley just watched her, taking in the way that she looked so serene. Sure, Hangman would probably have his balls for being anywhere near Jose. But he didn’t have the strength to resist either. Not when he felt a tugging in his gut, almost as if someone was telling him to stay with her.

“I don’t think I could stay away if I tried,” Bradley admitted slowly, “But damnit, Jose, I really don’t want to try.”

She looked over at him and smiled almost shyly, “So we don’t. We don’t try. We just let this be whatever it is.”

“I like that idea,” He told her honestly, “So what is this, Miss Josephine?”

“No labels, no pressure,” She responded, “Just easy. That’s what this is. It’s easy, Bradley.”

“I like that,” He dropped one of his arms around her shoulder and pulled her closer, “If I’m being honest, I think I like you too.”

“Yeah yeah,” Her head settled on her shoulder, “Just give Jake a chance, please? Like a real one. Don’t let his bullshit be all you see. He’s actually a pretty great person, if you can see past all of that shit.”

He kissed the top of her head before he could find a way to talk himself out of it. But Jose didn’t move away, in fact she seemed to move even closer to him. He smiled, glancing down at her. He wasn’t sure how she managed to come into his life, or how they would work out all of the shit the both of them went through prior to meeting one another. But she was right, because being with her was just easy. And it felt right. Being with her felt like the only thing in the world that he was really doing right. He wished he could tell her that without her running away.

He could tell she was still timid and scared. The last thing Bradley wanted to do was give her a reason to run. Because if she ran, he knew he would never be able to catch her. Hangman would make sure of that. He prayed that day would never come.

“Even if everything with Michael hurt like hell, I’m glad it happened,” She said after a long silence, “Because it brought me to you.”

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Maybe this is a bad time to bring this up but we’ve seen the Jasper Trio turn into Cybertronians but what if Team Prime turned human?

Ok I have been thinking on this and Going off my messing with the idea of Quintessa, set in about a year into the Timeskip AU for further funnies. Mortal Machines

A vengeful Cybertronian sorceress had returned with a grudge. And a very high superiority complex to rival most other cons to boot, she used a relic so obscure, that it could be argued even Alpha Trion had not recorded it in the Iacon Relics.

And the unexpected results of this relic, were the entirety of team Prime ( Arcee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen , Elita and Optimus Prime ) having a rather...unique and new kind of transformation. Into a human form. Human forms that resembled their holoforms at the very least, which made recognizing them far easier than if they had been regular humans, but... Oh lord was this going to get hectic. It was..an experience for sure. I mean sure, holoforms could be quite realistic in their sensations, to the point of picking up, carrying things, feeling , but this was wholly new to the team. They were just very glad that when it did happen? They were close enough to contact base at all. Safe to say? The kids were very perplexed to see the now human Autobots before them.

The first they encountered was Bumblebee, with sun kissed skin, eyes of icy blues you'd think they were almost silver, and short golden blond so perfect you'd think his hair was golden straw, if not for the faint black streaking through it in spots. He looked so young, in his early 20s surely, and a sturdy 6ft tall. Scars littered his skin, but he was quick to scoop up Raf into his arms, laughing as the stunned kids saw him in a true blue human form. He was dressed in what looked like just casual wear, save for the bright yellow and black leather jacket, with a fittingly bee themed emblem on his back and shoulders.

Next was Bulkhead, who looked so...normal in comparison to some of the more brightly colored team mates, but upon closer look, his near black hair was indeed a dark green in the sunlight, eyes of steel blue, and dark skin, marred in scars. His hair was cut short, but he wore a baseball cap [which somehow held the Wreckers emblem, which was amusing to Miko] that covered it anyway. His face was framed by a large bushy beard and mustache, and he had a few wrinkles, but from smile lines. He was dressed in what many construction workers would be found in, a vest, grey t-shirt, and jeans with sturdy work boots. He looked to be at least in his early 30s, which they found quite fitting. He towered over quite a few, at 6ft 5.

Wheeljack by comparison, looked to be in his late 30s, and was dressed like a biker, a leather vest covered in various patches, his hair a dark grey and streaked with silver that complimented his ever so lightly tanned skintone , and the same steely blue eyes as Bulk. He looked beyond elated, picking up Miko and runnin aorund with her on his back as they tested out how energetic he was as a human, now that he could pick her up with less caution at all. He was only an inch shorter than Bulk at 6ft 4, which he ribbed on his friend for.

Arcee by contrast, looked so simple. Dressed in a sleeveless high neck shirt, black jeans and combat boots, what stood out most was her midnight hair with a pink underdye and her bangs framing the sides of her face fading into the iconic pink of her head pieces. Her eyes were unique, almost a pale blue-violet, with the faintest tints of pink. Her lips were painted a dark blue which stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and Arcee looked to be in her late 20s by comparison to the older men around her. She stood at 5ft 10 next to the guys, small sure but not dainty as they could tell by her physique.

Smokescreen, who to no one's surprise was also in his early 20s like Bee, was in contrast a mix of both his previous and current paint job. His hair was an almost silvery white, but streaked with faint red like Bee's black streaks, and eyes of bright aquamarine. He was dressed in a racer's jacket, white red and blue with his old number on the back, though his t-shirt by contrast was blue and yellow with his current new number on the chest. He looked to be the most excited to be human, and was 6ft 2 , towering next to Jack [who was just 5ft 10 in comparison].

Ultra Magnus was...the fitting image of a soldier in his prime years [roughly early 30s], dressed in what looked like combat ready gear, which was a stark contrast to his blue hair streaked with faint red. His eyes a silvery blue, they were still firm in their gaze as he tried to understand what had happened to them. Pale peachy skin was marked with scars of a fitting second in command however, and he stood tall, at 6ft 6 next to most of the others.

He didn’t say much, he may as well have been a statue if you asked the others, but his eyes passed over each teammate, ensuring they were alright.

Ratchet…was another story. He was outraged by this transformation-transfiguration? Whatever it was, he would like to very much be back in his own body! Standing at 6ft 3, Ratchet had white hair slicked back into a decent braid, with just the simplest streaks of red-orange in it and a well cared for red goatee. His skin was a rich warm tan tone, and his eyes were an almost green tinted aquamarine, as his eyes had never really been the same after his incident with Synth-En.

Dressed in a white lab coat and scrubs, he certainly at least looked like a doctor, which amused the kids quite a bit. At the very least he too looked his age, in his late 40s.

He however, was not at all amused.

Lastly was Optimus and Elita, who had been likewise, caught in the transformation.

Elita was beautiful, standing at 5ft 10 and in her early 40s, her pink hair had a black underdye, and complimented her rosy complexion and sapphireine eyes. She was well dressed in a dusty pink suit jacket, with a white blouse, but casual jeans and most surprising or fitting, black combat boots.

No one could say Elita did not look like a formal yet terrifying soldier.

By comparison, Optimus looked quite…different

Dressed in refined clothes almost reminiscent of a professor, Optimus looked to be almost in his 50s, wrinkles along his eyes which were a gentle cyan blue, and gently tanned skin with a few scars across his features and a well maintained beard as well. His hair in contrast, was a deep blue streaked with white and red. Standing the tallest of all, at a towering 6ft 7 above everyone else. Surprising many, he had glasses, which seemed almost fittingly still on his gentle face and features. He wore a black turtleneck, with a deep red suit jacket and dark grey slacks, as well as black dress shoes.

He looked so…so normal.

Once everything settled, they called June and Fowler, and June was quick to give a check up to everyone.

Now they just…had to figure out how they would turn back to Cybertronians.

Primus help them.

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova writings #TFP: TIMESKIP | RID15 AU #Mortal Machines

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Here is what can only presume is the first Du'mark fic, based off the idea of Mark ending up in the blackout room instead and because @unhingedlesbear's Du'mark propaganda gave me the idea. This is the first time I've written for Mark and I'd love to hear how I did, also there's a little Markate in there too

I basically did this in one sitting at whatever o'clock in the morning so I can only hope that it flows well and all that(I may be a Du'lie/Heclie enjoyer but this rare pair demanded at least the one fic lol)

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @qusok @blubary @ctrvpani @kindheartedgummybears @mybrainrotforreal @ivycross I know it's not the weirdest thing I've ever written but I'm almost here like "sorry for inflicting this on you"

And before I forget "Du'met" is Morello and "the stranger" is Du'met because Mark doesn't know any better at this point and consider this a hate letter to Mark's light source

He went through the images he'd captured before dinner as the faint scent of decay stalked him. The floorboards creaked under foot as he walked the hall, echos of past arguments playing over in his mind…

Mark stopped. A door shut down the hallway, further down than their rooms… He turns to investigate and… Crying?

He picked up his pace, a woman? Mr Du'met said his wife had died, a child? Jamie said they left but maybe…

Suddenly the lights go out. He stumbles, putting his hand against the wall, steading himself as his eyes adjust. He breathes slowly, focusing, looking around trying to find the source of the crying. He clutches his camera with a trembling hand, the dim red light reflecting eerily off the paintings and giving him a few feet of visibility. The texture of the wallpaper grounding beneath his finger tips as he takes step after cautious step down the ominous hallway and still… Decay creeps at the edge of his senses. Hounding him, waiting for him to lose his way and-

Another door slams shut back the way he came. He hears the sound of an argument but can't make out who or where… He feels eyes on him. Things moving in the darkness. On impulse he raises his camera and snaps a picture. The flash lighting up the hall, showing him the way and disorienting him in the process. He leans against the wall. Breathe. Breathe… Breathe. Every breath decay enters his lungs, the taste of death on his tongue. A ghost of something long gone invading his senses. What is that?

The sobbing continues. He pushes himself away from the wall willing himself to continue, it was this place that had him on edge, he reminded himself, the dark isn't unnatural and it was just a big old house. He figured if he was smart he could make his way with decent visibility but he couldn't help but envy Jamie and Erin for having flashlights.

After a few more minutes of tense wondering he turned a corner and saw a row of windows letting in moonlight and an open door at the end of the hall. Light emanating from inside…

It was the only place the crying could be coming from. Mark entered the room, it was small and empty. The source of the crying came from a cheap recording device attached to the wall. He stared at it as the crying played over… He couldn't make sense of it, who would do this? Why would someone do this? He was unnerved as he as he reached to deactivate the recording but then-

"Fuck!" that was the third time he'd been scared by one of those fucking HH Holmes mannequins. He stumbled back, falling on his ass in the process, his head snaps to the direction of the only door as it shuts tight behind him and he is again in complete darkness. Breathe. He tries to calm down as he scrambles back against the wall, camera forgotten on the dusty floor in his panic. He keeps his eyes shut, as he slowly stands up, the cool wall pressed against his back, strange noises in the distance. He opened his eyes, letting them adjust what little they could and... And he was not alone. He felt the movement in the dark, the presence of… Someone. He can't quite make out. A small light blinking on his camera just barely illuminates a stranger's hand, gloved and clinical. Offering the return of what was his…

He reaches tentatively for his camera. Trying to make out the man's face but as his fingers brush the edge of the lens the camera dropped. The hand grabbing his wrist. The flash goes off, lighting up the space. Lighting up the stranger's face. Tall, masked and dressed to fit with the rest of this awful place but Mark could only see those eyes. Intense, blazing with unnatural determination. With certainty.

Then darkness consumed him. Blind after the light fades. Pressed against the wall, pain in his wrist, chest to chest… Heart beating rapidly. He stares out unseeing, feeling those eyes, ingrained in his mind. The sharp edge of a blade whispers against his jaw. Warm breath against his lips. The afterimage of decay, the ghost of a long dead devil. Everything screamed at him to fight but cold metal kept him in check.

His hand numb as the vice grip tightens around his wrist, the knife's edge drawn slowly under his chin. Tilting it slightly. His mouth part as he takes slow nervous breaths. Thinking of what to do. If this was the end. Of his family. Of Kate and a life in Brooklyn. Of those eyes staring through him, etched into his psyche and blotting out all else like spilt ink across everything that he is and values. This man had made himself the centre of the universe and he held Mark's breath as the blade jerked, cutting a thin line under his chin. 'I could have killed you, it would have been easy' Mark felt it in every fibre of his being, he knew it was true. He leaned his head back as the stranger got closer-

A knock at the door caught what little of his attention he could spare. "Mark?" he heard Kate's voice as she knocked again. "Are you in there? I heard you and-"

"I-I'm fine, I just-!" he panicked, as he felt the stranger's tongue slide against the small cut. He could explain… How could he explain!? The man let out a soft sigh as if he enjoyed the taste of Mark's warm blood. Was he going to kiss him or kill him or… Or worse. "The door shut behind me and I," he tried to turn his head, to not think about the eyes full of certainty that the man's will would be enforced, he can barely feel his fingers. He didn't want her to freak out. "I… I think it locked behind me."

"O-okay we'll find away to get you out." Kate sighed with relief, Mark heard her call out. Heard Charlie respond and footsteps running down the hall. The stranger leans in as if to kiss or to bite. Mark's nose press against the painted noes of the mask. He could almost see it. That image burnt into his minds eye. He feels the lightest touch of soft lips against his own, seemingly inadvertently. Mark holds his breath as the stranger pauses, as if debating his next move…

He pulls away at the sound of banging at the door. Mark puts an arm and feels… Nothing? Where did he go? How did he get in? What the hell just happened!? His head was spinning and he could barely make sense of what the others were saying. He slid down the wall, even now he felt those eyes on his skin. The uneasiness of not knowing, the ghost of an almost kiss that may have spared his life, of what would follow… What would follow?

His universe was small containing only the banging at the door, the beating of his heart and eyes like black holes drawing him in with certainty. The crushing palpable sense that he had been marked by decay, no longer outside of him… He reached for where his camera had fallen. It's familiar weight comforting in his hands.

He snaps out of it as the door bursts open. The light blinding him momentarily as Kate rushes towards him to see if he's okay. He blinks, disorientated as her face comes into view. Her eyes, full of warmth and uncertainty and life… She helps him to his feet, the scent of decay replaced by her perfume as he steps into the light. Mark pulls her into a tight hug, burying his head in her shoulder as he calms himself.

He loves her. Soon he would have to explain what happened… At least what he thinks happened. Soon the eyes would return and death would stalk the halls again but for now he just held tightly to her.

His love... his life.

#the devil in me #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures the devil in me #Mark Nestor #Granthem Du'met #kate wilder #Du'mark #markate #oneshot #Fuck mark's camera flash. All my homies hate Mark's camera flash

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underlockv · 1 year

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I recently made a gift for Hocus' birthday and I forgot to post about it here until now! Behold, The Unofficial Unlicensed Talking Magnetic Karl Heisenberg Plush!

More pics and info under the cut!

I've made dolls like this in the past, and had a pattern for it, but this project took me a while. Partially as he was hand sewn (and hand embroidered) and I have a mild hand tremor, partially because I kept adding stuff to him and making him more detailed as I went along (so much so he was late for birthday, sorry Hocus!) but I'm glad Hocus likes him thats the most important part! He wasn't entirely a surprise because I had said I wanted to make him for them, but I think maybe they weren't expecting how overboard I went on the project (nor was I! I just kept having ideas).

I really wanted to be able to make an alternate outfit for Karl based on a fanfic my friend wrote so I made a base doll body and then made Karl's clothes with a bunch of little buttons and snaps. The shirt buttons are decorative (made of sculpey, I couldn't find small enough regular ones) and it has a hook and loop (velcro) tab on the inside. The pants are a combo of this and some snaps. The belt has snaps but technically works like a real belt and then the undershirt also has snaps as do the "boots". His necklace accessories (sculpey, wire, paint) just tie on and off loosely with strings of embroidery thread. The hat has a cardboard/maskingtape base for shape and just an eyeballed-pattern sewn around it (I think it turned out nice!)

(this is prior to me adding his scars in embroidery thread).

The Glasses though are attached with his second feature

I knew I wanted to add some semi powerful magnets to his hands so he could pick up metal objects because that just MAKES SENSE with Karl's powers. I also made him his hammer (paper mache, paint and sculpey again) and added in a magnet to it's handle (as I wasn't working with actual metal for it lol, but I forgot to photograph it before I sent him off) . But in the process of doing that I realized if I attached some magnets on the inside of his head I could also make glasses that snap on and off, and that solved the issue of them staying in place.

Third feature: HE TALKS! Yes, just as advertised on the box if you squeeze him he says a voice line. Just one voice line really, but it's a long one. I'd argue it's probably the most important line he says in the game that really decides his fate with our protagonist (not in his favour, unfortunately). I used a voice recorder for plush toys that allows up to 20 second recordings. one of the unlisted features is there is a zipper on his back so they can take the recorder out for battery replacement, or to rerecord the message if desired.

POV: you're about to go in the hole (I only took a vid for this in the middle stage lmao). The last part of the manual goes over the alternate outfit and then includes a personal message for Hocus I won't show here. The alt outfit, is like I said before, based on a fanfic. But it's actually the unpublished portion of Hocus' long running fic series so its technically SPOILERS. I may post about it later because I actually tea-dyed fabric while making it and it was a more involved process than expected lmao. I hope you enjoyed reading about all the details of this ridiculous project! Oh! btw the box is actually the box the Chris statue came in for the RE8 collector edition. I bought it a few months ago from ebay (found a good deal!), and inspiration struck when I realized I still had it so thats why Karl got an official looking unofficial box lmao. I just cut chris' face off it for the window haha.

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #re8 #lord heisenberg #resident evil fanart #I went overboard #I hope you like him #biohazard

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bi-bard · 1 year

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It's Been a Long, Long Time Since I've Seen my Face in Your Eyes - Dick Grayson Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: It's Been a Long, Long Time Since I've Seen my Face in Your Eyes

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Sibling!Reader

Word Count: 1,887 words

Warning(s): experience in foster care, feelings of abandonment

Summary: [Inspired by "Brother" by Madds Buckley] An old face finds Dick after searching for a very long time. Once the initial shock wears off, he finds himself ready to do anything in order to make up for all of the lost time.

Author's Note: I don't know why I picked Dick for this imagine. It just felt like a natural choice.

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I would love to say that my search for Dick Grayson began with a TV report.

But in all honesty, it started long before that.

I had been looking for him for as long as I could remember.

He had promised to find me after I had been taken away. I guess that I was trying to make it easier on him.

I remember being a little kid in one of my earlier foster homes.

I had been snooping around the guy's office. They had been talking about the papers that they had been given about me. I knew that they were somewhere in the house, so I was looking for them. I thought that one of them may have a record of where my brother was.

They caught me.

They yelled at me for a long time. Stuff about invading their privacy shifted into stuff about them being my family now, so I needed to drop the subject of my brother. I had them now.

They would get rid of me a few weeks later when the wife found out she was pregnant. They couldn't afford both kids and decided which one was more important to them.

That wasn't a completely unique story. I spent a while jumping from place to place.

My search stopped. No one wanted to help me anyways. I was wasting time.

Until this one woman. She was on her own. She had always wanted a kid. There was a combination of bad men and fertility problems that troubled her before she decided on adopting.

She was sweet.

It took me years to finally ask questions about my brother. She stunned me by answering them.

She told me about this billionaire who had adopted him. Not because she had it in some records. She actually only asked because of me. It was apparently a pretty big deal. The guy had lost his parents at a similar age to Dick.

He also had the chance to adopt both of us and keep us together. He just didn't.

Bruce Wayne.

She kept trying to meet with him. He would never accept.

I kept seeing the news. Batman had a new sidekick. Robin. There weren't many images of him, but the ones I saw were recognizable. No one knows someone's signature moves quite like their family. I knew everything that my parents taught Dick.

That was how I spotted him.

It took a long time for me to finally admit that I was too angry to deal with these calls. I had gotten my college degree at that point, I had moved out on my own, and I had yet to get a single call back.

The woman who raised me tried to comfort me. Keep me from losing my mind about the whole thing, but I was angry. Angry and tired. I wanted my brother back.

I found myself on the doorstep of Wayne Manor years later.

I had originally promised the woman that raised me that I wouldn't show up on his doorstep. Not unannounced.

But I did.

It was difficult to accept that I was in my early twenties and still searching for my big brother.

"Hello," the man of the hour greeted.

"Bruce Wayne," I asked. He nodded. "I'm (Y/n)... Grayson. You have my brother."

There was a pause before Bruce insisted that I come inside. I followed him in. We found our way to a living room. He sat on one chair while motioning toward the other one. I hesitantly sat down.

"Where is he?"

"Not here," he explained. My heart dropped. "He left quite suddenly. I didn't get much of an explanation beforehand. I wish that I could be more helpful."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"You can leave your number and I can call if I hear anything."

"You don't have a number for him?"

"Based on his avoidance of my calls, I would assume so."

Or maybe he just doesn't like you, I thought to myself. You did keep his sibling from him for years.

I just nodded.

Bruce handed me some paper and a pen. I scribbled down my number and handed it back.

I left soon after.

I continued searching independently.

And then, the fated news report.

I don't know what happened. Not completely. I just remember watching a story about some kind of natural disaster. In the middle of the reporter discussing some unknown heroes, someone jumped in front of the camera to yell about the Titans being back before he was promptly shoved away.

But I caught it.

The Robin suit.

The one that I now associated with Dick and his new life. However, I knew very well that the man on the news was not Dick. He wouldn't act like that.

It was a matter of days before I got a call.

"Hello," I said.

"(Y/n) Grayson?"

"Yes."

"This is Bruce Wayne," he explained. I froze where I was, placing the pencil I had been writing with on the desk. "I told you that I would call if I received any news on Dick and his whereabouts."

"I remember."

"I know where he is now. I can give you the address."

"What took so long?"

He paused. "It was for your protection. I wouldn't willingly give you his location if I thought that it would get either one of you killed."

"Oh," I muttered. And the other fifteen years or so?

"Are you ready?"

I grabbed my pencil again, quickly finding a fresh piece of paper. "Go."

I scribbled down the address and instructions that he rattled off to me. He made me repeat them back to him to ensure that I understood everything.

The trip to San Francisco was longer than I originally thought it would be.

I had kept sleep to a minimum, focusing on getting to the address that Bruce had given me. I was constantly questioning myself.

What if Dick didn't want to see me?

What if that was why he never found me?

Was it possible that he thought that I would be some kind of burden to him?

I tried to shake those thoughts off but there wasn't much else to do during the trip.

The address was a large tower. It made me pause. This was where Dick was staying?

I checked the paper and the building a few times. Anxious. What else would you expect?

I took a deep breath before walking over and ringing the doorbell.

It took a moment before there was any response on the inside, "Hello?"

"Um, Hi," I greeted. "Sorry, but... I- I'm looking for Dick Grayson. Bruce gave me this address."

Another pause. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," I replied. "He... He'll probably know who I am."

There wasn't another response after that.

I was left standing outside for a few minutes before I heard the door click open. I walked inside, making sure to pull the door shut behind me.

I followed all of Bruce's instructions to the letter.

The elevator ride felt like it was an eternity. I had to focus on not letting my breathing get out of control. I was scared. I didn't know what my brother was like after all these years. Or how he felt about what happened. If he was going to believe that I was who I said I was.

It all filled my heart with this strange mix of hope and dread.

Dick was waiting at the elevator when the doors opened. I slowly stepped out as he watched me. I adjusted my duffel bag strap on my shoulder.

"(Y/n)."

It wasn't a question. It was an observation. Like he was confirming it in his mind. Reminding himself that this wasn't a dream or hallucination.

"Hi, Dick," I muttered, feeling tears building in my eyes.

"Oh my God..."

I dropped my duffel bag as Dick stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. My arms wrapped around him, and I tightly grabbed the fabric of his shirt. I closed my eyes and hid my face in his shoulder.

My muffled crying seemed to only make him hug me tighter.

"You promised to find me," I mumbled. "I waited for you."

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so... so sorry."

We stayed in the hug for a little while longer.

I kept thinking about the younger version of me. The one that was trying to beg Dick to stay. The one that begged to go see their big brother. The one that started searching for him so long ago.

I let out a heavy breath. It was like I was letting go of some kind of weight. It was nice.

I stepped back, wiping my eyes as I looked at his face again.

He grinned at me.

"Dick..."

He turned around when he heard his name. I stepped to the side, looking at the three people at the end of the hall. I wiped my eyes again, trying to ensure that I wasn't still crying in front of a group of strangers.

"Who's this," the girl asked, her arms crossed over her chest. She seemed nervous.

"This is (Y/n)."

"Oh my God," she mumbled.

I looked back at Dick. Had he talked about me? All these years... had he talked about me?

"I saw you," she said. My confusion must've been more obvious than I knew. "I... I had visions... about what happened to your parents."

I looked at the floor for a moment, fidgeting with my fingers a bit.

"We didn't," one of the guys spoke up, causing us all to look at him. "We're still a bit confused."

"(Y/n) is my younger sibling," Dick explained. "After our parents died, we got separated. I was 12. (Y/n) was 7."

"Bruce only took one of you in?"

We both nodded.

"Um, I'm Gar," the other boy stepped forward and held out a hand for me to shake. I shook it and grinned.

"Jason," the first guy that spoke up nodded at me. I nodded back.

I looked over at the girl.

She blinked a few times like she was still shocked to see me there. "Rachel."

"Nice to meet you, Rachel," I said.

There was a pause in the room.

"I... I'm sorry to be rude, but I am... very tired," I muttered.

Dick reached down and grabbed my duffel bag. "There are a few extra rooms. Come on."

I waved at the other three as I followed him.

I tried to stay close to him as we made it through the halls.

He placed my bag on a bed. I looked around the small room. It was nice. Really nice, actually.

"I'll let you get some rest-"

I stopped him by hugging him again. He hugged me back.

"I'll right down the hall, got it?"

I nodded, still not stepping back for a few more moments.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't find you."

I stepped back and grinned at him. "It's okay."

In all honesty, I didn't blame him. I don't think I ever did. He was a kid just like I was. Not to mention the added pressure that he was facing. In the end, I understood it all. Dick was just like me: doing the best with what we had been given.

I was just grateful to find him now.

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